Tanya Turns Into a Dominatrix

Tanya's eyes turn cold. You'd almost be amused at her reaction if it didn't scare your very core for some reason. "You're going nowhere, little man," she says in an even yet menacing tone. "In fact," she pokes your chest with a perfectly-manicured, red-painted nail, "From now on, you're going to do exactly what I tell you to!"

You don't like her tone or the fact that she is poking you, but instead of standing up for yourself you step back. "Look, Tanya, I really don't think..." Without warning she slaps your cheek, stinging you with pain and surprise. "Ow!"

"That's MISTRESS Tanya, to you," she explains. "And you shouldn't do any more thinking. That's what gets you men into trouble." She reaches out and grabs your crotch, painfully squeezing your balls through your jeans. "THIS is what controls you, and since I control THAT, that means that I control you!"

As she releases her grip she pushes you hard and you stumble backward against the bed, falling onto your back. Tanya towers over you, ripping her shirt off, buttons flying everywhere. She's wearing a black and red patent leather bra that creates the maximum amount of cleavage possible from her 36C breasts. She then strips out of her skin-tight jeans to reveal a matching bikini panty. She puts her high-heeled pumps back on and struts over to a duffle bag you hadn't noticed earlier. You start to sit up but she freezes you with a glare.

After ruffling through the bag for a moment she pulls out a collar that matches the rest of her outfit. She snaps it into place around her gorgeous neck, the black and red patent leather encircling it and dipping down to a point between her chin and breasts. "Strip," she commands simply, and you obey. You've never seen this side of Tanya before, and it has you both terrified and incredibly turned on.

Once you've removed all your clothes she walks back over, another collar in her hand. She throws it at you, and you pick it up. It's metallic with letters spelling out "S L A V E" embossed across the front. "I'm not going to wear this!" you protest.

With a snarl, Tanya reveals a whip she had been holding behind her back and before you can react she snaps it at you, cracking it against your bare thigh. "OWWW!" The pain is unbearable, and instantly an ugly red welt rises on the skin. She raises her arm for another strike and you quickly fumble with the metal collar, wrapping it around your neck and fastening it in place. Satisfied that the lesson has been learned, Tanya grins wickedly.