‘Very good, Tatiana,’ Guest 17 praised again after another ten strikes on my right hand. ‘We’ll teach you to be obedient yet. And to keep your tongue between your teeth.’
My hands hurt so badly as I clenched them into soft fists at my sides. It was demeaning to be hurt. It was even more demeaning that, once done, he just stepped away, calling at me back over his shoulder.
‘Get me a drink.’
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Tatiana’s Awakening: Chapter 9
[‘Tatiana’s Awakening’ contains male dom, female submission and discipline in a setting with non-consent and dubious consent. Chapter 1 is here.]
‘Very good, Tatiana,’ Guest 17 praised me. ‘We’ll teach you to be obedient yet. And to keep your tongue between your teeth.’
My hands hurt so badly as I clenched them into soft fists at my sides. It was demeaning to be hurt. It was even more demeaning that, once he was done spanking me with the ruler, he just stepped away, calling at me back over his shoulder.
‘Get me a drink.’
I brought the drink to Guest 17 with shaking hands while he sat on the lounge, legs spread suggestively, arms running along the back of the sofa. He told me to stand in front of him while he took a couple of sips, and I just stood there like an idiot. In my head, I was repeating a mantra that I just needed to get through tonight and tomorrow morning.
He was leaving before tomorrow midday. I just needed to last that long.
‘So,’ Guest 17 said after a couple of sips of his drink. ‘Who do I want to fuck tonight, Tatiana?’
I just looked at him in shock. ‘What kind of question is that?’
‘You’re new but you’re a good admin. Which doll do I want to fuck tonight?’
‘You know all the dolls,’ I snapped at him. ‘Just pick one.’
‘I’m getting sick of your mouth,’ he said coldly. ‘I want someone new. And — I want the person you picked for me. Because I think she’ll be good. Because you’re good at this.’
I glared at him. How dared he compliment me, on my actual job? After humiliating me for more than 24 hours and hitting me — actually hitting me — like a child kept back after school in some backwoods school where capital punishment was still allowed? But I was a sucker for compliments, especially compliments about my work. And I knew the answer anyway, and — silly me — I couldn’t resist showing off.
I said, ‘Spread My Legs.’
The shock on his face was probably the only time I’ve ever seen him knocked out of his customary self-confidence. ‘What…? Oh, you mean that’s her name. Sure. Tell me why I want to fuck her?’
Because you’re an asshole and you enjoy fucking and you’d enjoy just about any of the dolls in here.
I wanted to tell him I’d picked one at random because I didn’t give a shit. But I knew why I’d instinctively selected that doll.
‘Well?’ he asked sardonically when I didn’t answer immediately.
The words burst out of me. ‘Because you’re a sadistic shithead and she… well,’ I gathered my words, feeling really embarrassed. Sure, I set the dolls up with the guys all the time, but I didn’t have to talk about it. ‘She… she looks real sweet so the guests always go easy on her but I think …’ I broke off.
‘You think…?’
‘I think she’d do well with something a bit rougher than she usually gets, is all. And you’re enough of an asshole that you might give it to her.’
I know I flushed, and I got even more embarrassed that I was blushing. I want to be sophisticated, okay? I want to be street wise and so knowledgeable that I can act as though I’m a bit bored with this place.
I thought I’d get into trouble for calling him a sadistic shithead but he just nodded. ‘OK. I’ll give her a go. Thanks for the tip. Now, go sit on your chair like the good little girl we’re training you to be.’
Spread My Legs arrived at his suite at the allotted time. Guest 17 was still at dinner and she took her well-trained subservient kneeling stance on the floor near the bed, where the guest would immediately see her upon entering the room. Slave Girl Stance 101. I think they learn it on day 1 in concubine school, along with how to smile submissively at smug assholes who hit you with rulers.
Spread My Legs — it’s a really silly name, but they all have silly names — ignored me as I sat compliantly on my stupid chair, and that was fine.
She’s gorgeous but so sweet that it’s ridiculous. She’s like every man’s younger sister, or the dream of a sweet, innocent debutante. She’s about average height and perfectly built, with rounded, proportioned arms and legs, soft and sensuous. Her skin is a ridiculous peaches and cream white tinged with pink. Her face, framed by a mass of delicate curls, is a dream of suggestive lips and dark blue eyes.
Like I said, she’s sweet and perfect, and the men — even the self-centred assholes we get here — just can’t be rough with her.
The mean part of me was looking forward to watching Guest 17 fuck the hell out of her.
He didn’t disappoint me.
He grabbed her roughly by her hair before she was even halfway through her boring, well-trained concubine please-Master-how-may-I-serve-you speech that all the dolls use to greet a guest when he arrives back in his chambers. Guest 17 ignored her, pulling her sideways by her hair, kicking her with his knee to the floor, where she lay, gasping, the greeting broken off on her lips.
‘Don’t think that just because you’re called Spread My Legs, that I’m going to do it for you,’ he said crudely. ‘Get up on the bed and get them open.’
I’ll give it to her, she scrambled up off the floor and onto the bed in double time. Guest 17 ignored me and that was fine too. I was already really turned on by what he was doing to her, and I didn’t want him to see that. He’d seen enough things about me already.
She lay on her back on the bed, her knees bent and her legs spread wide. Ready for fucking posture #1. Guest 17 didn’t start fucking her though. He locked the door — honestly more symbolic than anything else, because running screaming isn’t going to help a doll who decides she doesn’t want to be a doll anymore, not that that has ever happened — then he pulled a large bag out from under the desk and dropped it heavily on the bed.
I stopped breathing when he started pulling out toys — whips, canes, chains, cuffs, large dildos — that looked to me like items of torture. I mean, the rougher stuff isn’t banned here, just mostly the guests are so focused on fucking all the pretty holes around them that they can’t be bothered. The doll lay still, her arms above her head in a classic seductive ‘take me’ pose, but she licked her lips, wide-eyed.
‘I’m going to hurt you, fuckhole,’ he said crudely, sitting down beside her. ‘Not too badly. Just enough to wake you up. You’re really pretty,’ he said, running his fingers down her body, exploring all her perfect curves. ‘But I don’t like pretty. I like my girls afraid and in pain. And I’ve heard the men go easy on you. I’ve heard you’re getting bored, Spread My Legs.’
As he spoke, his wandering hand ran between her legs and his fingers pushed straight into her cunt.
‘I’m going to see just how much you can take, and then I’m going to fuck you so hard, you can’t walk for a week.’
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