A Dream of Extreme Control (part 2) – NSFW

This is post is Not Safe For Work. This post has been rated BP-MA (blog post-mature), and is only for mature audiences. This post contains part two of a story with sexual language, naughty words and an extreme level of control by one person of another. So there is no mistake, I repeat, an extreme level of control by one person of another. All participants in this story are skilled, imaginary constructs of my imagination. Do not try this at home. Reader discretion is advised.

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She whimpered. He laughed softly. She squeezed her thighs as tight as she possibly could.

He watched her body tremble. The sexual whimpers escaping her mouth were like the sighs of angels. She was at her most beautiful when she was this aroused. He could imagine the mental bonds holding her to his will as long silk ribbons that wrapped her up in a skin tight suit. She was completely his.

When he had first met her, he had seen the potential behind her impulsive actions. Her inner desire for control could not have been more clear to his sight. Yet she had fought him on that point. She had done wilder things, drunk more, run away more, cursed him more, hit him, insulted him, thrown herself at other men (and a few women). Always he was there to reel her back. After the first time, she had never refused to submit to a spanking. She seemed to crave it. Yet always she returned to acting out and adolescent behavior. He saw the prize that she was, and he waited patiently.

One night she had come to him, in tears, weeping, sobbing, barely coherent. She wanted his control. But it had to be total control. It had to be stronger than her. He had known just what to do. He had questioned her, made certain she truly desired the level of control for which she had asked. And then he had hypnotized her.

The control she had craved did not come all in one night. With hypnosis as a tool to help her, he had taken months to train her. And he had chosen to not try to remove her impulsive behavior. He merely channeled it and placed controls in her mind that functioned like a leash. She was still herself. But now, she had control. His control.

“Why were you spanked?” he asked in a firm voice.

“I was spanked because I threw a temper tantrum, Sir.”

“Do good girls throw temper tantrums?”

“No, Sir.”

“So what are you then?”

“I am a bad girl, Sir.”

He felt his stiff cock twitch in his boxer briefs. There was something about the way she said the words bad girl that was entirely sexy. Something in the way she breathed out the words as if she were half whispering them, as if she were  both ashamed and aroused by it at the same time.

“Louder.”

“I am a bad girl, Sir.”

His cock twitched again. He wanted to shove himself inside her warm, wet cunt. Soon.

“What do good girls get?”

“Good girls get fucked hard and made to cum like sluts, Sir.”

“What do bad girls get?”

“Bad girls get punished with pain and isolation, Sir.”

“I am in a good mood. I will merely use pain tonight.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Which shall I use? The flogger or the crop?”

He smiled as he saw her body tense. She was not prepared for that question.

She been through all this before. The spanking with his hand, the words, then a painful application of flogger or crop or paddle, whatever Master chose. But this was a departure from the ritual. He had asked her to choose. What did that mean? Why would he do this? She dared not answer him with a question. She knew that would incur more punishment. But she had to say something.

“The crop!” she blurted out. She was not sure why. The crop hurt more than the flogger. She heard him open a drawer and then close it. The first sharp moment of pain told her that her ass had been struck by the crop. “Thank you, Sir,” she whimpered. Twice more she was hit by the crop, and twice more whimpered thanks. Her cunt was a blaze with hot, wet need. Yet she dare not move. Or was she unable to move, prevented by his control? The thought only made her whimper louder.

“Which shall I use,” he said calmly, “the paddle or the crop?”

Again she hesitated. Why was he asking her what he should use? Why would ask? He had a reason. He always had a reason. What was it?

“I don’t know,” she said. The crop stung her ass once more.

“Choose.”

“The crop!” she said with a sob.

This time the paddle slapped her ass thrice. She could only gasp in response. The pain of the strikes lingered. And it seemed to drip through her flesh down to her crotch. Her labia ached. She knew it was less from the spanking and more from his control of her. She felt wrapped in his control. She was safe here even if she did not understand it all. She was safe because she was his.

“The flogger or the paddle?”

“No. Please,” she said as tears dripped onto the bed. “Don’t make m-” Her word was cut off by a hard slap from the paddle. She felt she was on the verge of understanding whatever it was he was trying to teach her. But the answer was just outside her grasp. “The flogger! The flogger, please!”

Instead of the flogger, the crop once more struck her ass three times. She struggled to speak her thanks. The sounds that escaped her mouth held more bewilderment than gratitude.

“The flogger or the crop?” His voice was calm but firm.

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Never fear, O reader. There is plenty more to come. She will learn what he is trying to teach her, and then the real fun will begin.

3 Responses to “A Dream of Extreme Control (part 2) – NSFW”

  1. Started out as a sexy story, but is this what you normally do with your subs? Ever have a sub that would rather have more rewards by pleasing and serving you and less pain? Personally, the pain and changing of devices to teach her seem extreme and could be confusing for her, but you are the Master. I guess some people are into more pain as pleasure, I prefer the pleasure with less pain for all this can be done with controlling words that can stop my breath and make me cum immediately without pain. Feeling safe,protected and like I am a true treasuer is also an awesome feeling and gets me cumming everytime and makes me want to please Master even more. He is under my skin and in my heart,mind,body and soul always. Every Master is different and parts of your story are kind of scary to me and uncharted territory for me personally. It only matters what you think for you are her Master and she is your Submissive. To each his own. Thanks for the story.

    • Is this what I normally do with my subs? No, but I think you need to re-read the disclaimer at the beginning of part one. Anyway, yes, some subs prefer to avoid pain, while others enjoy some corporal punishment. And this is just a story. No imaginary characters were harmed in the making of this post. Relax. Breathe.

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