Discipline Betua

You find Betua in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on your dinner. As you watch the red-haired, pale-skinned woman work, your blood stirs within you, and you decide that she still likely doesn't have the proper respect that she should for you, her Dominus. She hasn't noticed your approach yet, and is humming to herself - some sort of barbarian folk song, no doubt - as she works. You wait until she steps away from the plate, then strike.

"Betua!" you bark. The girl startles and turns to you, eyes wide, trembling slightly. She drops her eyes to the floor and bows her head obediently.

"Dominus, I did not hear you come in. How may I serve you?"

You smirk at her. "Come here." Trembling, she does so. Moving slowly, you pull her rough shift off first one shoulder, then the other, dropping it so that she is left naked before you, shivering and covered with goose pimples. It's not a cold day, though. She just fears you. Good.

You lean in to her, pushing her red hair aside to whisper into her ear, "Who owns you, Betua?"

"Y-you do, Dominus."

You rub your thumb against her lips. "Who owns this mouth?"

"You...Dominus."

You reach down and cruelly pinch one of her pink, erect nipples. "And who owns these tits?"

"Ahh! Y-you, Dominus."

"That's right. And tonight...I'm going to remind you of that."

Betua chokes back a sob. "Yes, Dominus."

It's a good night for you and your sadistic side - less so for her. You start with a light flogging, then eat dinner while Betua kneels below your table, sucking your cock frantically. After dinner you ravish her in a couple of different entertaining positions, and end the night with some humiliation, tying her hands and hanging them from a rafter in your bedroom. You position her over your bed, arms nearly taut as she kneels on your bed, and have her ride your hard prick until you finally empty into her with a groan. As she cleans your cock with her mouth, you smile down at her. That at least ought to remind her of her place.