Torturing Tayla

He sighed, as the knock on his door brought him back to reality. 
   “Come in,” he called.  Erin stood in the open doorway.  Wordlessly, she sank to her knees, thrust her breasts out, grabbed her ankles and bowed her head.  He walked over to her, and gently lifted her head, with his hand under her chin.  He smiled down at her, before heading towards the bed.  She watched him as he sat on the edge of the bed.  He motioned her to approach him.  She understood his commands.  If he laid down and patted the bed, she was to join him, if he sat as he was now, she would approach him and drop to her knees.  As she, again sank to her knees, her Master leaned back, his hands behind him on the bed. 
   “How was your day slave?”
   “It was good.  Thank you Master,” Erin responded softly. 
   “What was your lesson?” He asked.  He wanted his slaves to learn something everyday.  Sometimes he would instruct them to learn a lesson, sometimes he would subtly teach them and they had to pick up on it, but most often,  he gave them the liberty to learn their own lessons.  In fact he almost always gave Erin the latter.  Tayla would never have that chance.  Since Erin was his, he could do as he could do as he pleased, whereas, he was going to sell Tayla.  He and Erin talked for a little while, finally having her give him a blowjob, after which she joined him in the shower, they brushed their teeth and went to bed.  Erin falling asleep in his arms, with a smile on her face. 

Over the next several weeks, Tayla was trained to be a perfect slave.  She learned how to greet her Master.  On her knees, breasts thrust out, grasping her ankles, head bowed.  She learned how to refer to herself ‘this slave’ or ‘this slut’, never by name.  She learned what her hands were really for, masturbating  her master, not for touching herself.  If she was caught doing so, she was brutally punished.  She learned she was not to speak unless spoken to, to never look anyone in the eye,  to not move until she was acknowledged.  At meal times, she was to kneel next to him and wait for him to feed her, as Erin no longer brought a tray of food to her room.  If he forgot, she wasn’t to remind him and went hungry.  Her hair was growing back and the scars on her back were healing.  He started using the flogger he had used on her pussy as it hurt but didn’t  leave a mark. 

It was a month, since Tayla had been taken.  Four weeks since she had seen her family, her kids, her husband, and had been plunged into this hell.  She sat in her room or cell, or whatever it was, deep in though of what had transpired over the last several weeks.  She had just been through another training.  Her Master seemed hesitant to hurt her unless it left virtually no mark on her.  Her daily baths, luxurious though they were, served only to soothe her so she could endure more torture the next day.  It wasn’t lost on Tayla that she spent almost the entire 16-20 hours a day that she was awake, or at least out of bed, on her knees.   She slid off her bed and into the restroom.  She ran her hand through her short hair.  As she sat on the toilet, she heard her door open and close a few seconds later.  She finished up, flushing the toilet and washing her hands.  She exited the restroom, warily looking for someone, or something out of place.  Seeing nothing, raised her panic level.  She knew she’d heard someone open her door then close it.  Her Master didn’t do anything without a reason.  She was a little shocked, despite all her conditioning, her lessons and ‘training’, this still alarmed her.  She searched high and low in her room for a surprise or hidden danger, but found nothing.  Finally, she turned off the light and went to bed. 

The next morning, the sun rose, obscured behind the clouds.  It was early when Tayla was awakened.  Her Master stood with her leash in his hand.  He hadn’t used her leash in weeks.  In fact she’s really forgotten about the leash.  She slid out of bed onto her knees, bowed her head and grasped her ankles.  He smiled down at her. 
   “Well Tayla, I’ve enjoyed our time together, but, as the saying goes, ‘all good things must come to an end’.  You’ve been sold,” Tayla’s heart began to race, and she broke down into tears.  Her worst fears had been realized.  She was never going to see her husband or beautiful children again, never again see their smiles, never again kiss her husband or feel safe in his embrace.  She would never again feel cherished, loved, or happy.  Instead she would enter a lifetime of misery, pain and sadness.  Her Master fastened the leash around her neck and, with a harsh tug urged her to follow.  She slowly, pulled herself to her feet.  Her master turned and slapped her across her pierced breasts. 
   “How many times do I have to tell you?  On your knees,” he roared.  Tayla raised her head and he could see the defiance gleam in her eye. 
   “Today, you decide to challenge me?  The day you’re to meet your new Master?”  That was when the light bulb switched on in his mind.  “That’s it isn’t it?  You know I can’t hurt or kill you now that you’re not mine.  Well let me tell you something you little cunt, I haven’t cashed the check.  I can give it back to him and you’d be sorry.” He drew his gun and, stepping forward pressed the muzzle against her forehead.  “On your knees you fucking little cunt.”  Shaking, Tayla dropped to her knees.  He smiled and yanked on the leash, causing Tayla to go sprawling and land on her face.  Sobbing, she pushed herself to her hands and knees.  She followed him to a large room.  the sign on the door read “Showcase Room.  he opened the door and went up a set of stairs to a slightly raised platform.  She looked up at her new owner who smiled down at her.
   “Hello Tayla.  It’s been a long time.”  All Tayla could do was stare in shock.