A Dream of Extreme Control (part 4) – 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 four of a story with sexual language, naughty words and an extreme level of control by one person of another. (Part one, part two, part three.) So there is no mistake, I repeat, an extreme level of control by one person of another. The characters in this story are all highly trained, imaginary constructs. Reader discretion is advised.

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And then she heard the sound of leather being pulled swiftly through the air.

Her anticipation slowed down her experience of time. The few seconds he gave her to anticipate the spanking he was about begin, to her seemed like minutes. She wondered how he could make her wait so long. She was tempted to turn around and see what he was doing. Just as she began to wonder if he was not going to spank her after all, she felt the first stinging slap of belt leather against her flesh. The sharp sensation startled her, and she screamed out a gasp of breath.

It had begun. Her absolution had begun. She cried freely. She loved him so.

“One!” she said just in time to feel the next strike of the belt. “Two!” The strikes were hard and sharp, each seeming more painful than the last. “Three!” Yet each slap of the leather seemed to lift a weight from her shoulders. “Four!” The combination of pain and relief and gladness she felt left her sobbing. “Five!” The need in her sex seemed to burn as hot as the pain in her ass. “Six!” She could never explain the sense of relief the punishment gave to her. “Seven!” Just as she could never explain why his willingness to give it to her made her feel grateful. “Eight!” She felt as though she had left thought behind. “Nine!” All that filled her mind was pain and love and his control. “Ten!”

He stopped and looked at the dark pink stripe he had made on her ass. He knew some would criticize him for it, but he liked the look of it. The punishment was meant to help her, but it felt cathartic for him too. His arm was feeling sore from the effort. He knew her pain was worse, but he liked the soreness. It was a sign of what he had done. He had spanked her. He had disciplined her. He had made her just a little more his. And that felt good.

“Thank you!” she said. She did not move from her position. She did not turn her head. She rested her forehead on the bed. “Thank you, Master.” The words tumbled past her sobs and sighs. “Thank you for the spanking and correction. I needed both. Oh, Master, I love you. Thank you.”

“Good girl,” he said soothingly. He leaned down and kissed the back of her neck. “Don’t move, little girl. I will be right back.”

She cooed happily. She felt clean even though she was glistening in sweat. All was right now. She had been a bad girl, but now she was good again. She had been absolved of her sin. The pain left by the spanking felt glorious. It burned away her offense and left her clean. There were no thoughts of the difficulty of her day. All her frustrations were forgotten. There was just the warm pain that meant once more she was a good girl.

Then she felt something cool on her pink ass, and felt his hands rubbing a cooling aloe lotion into her skin. Her Master had punished her and now was taking care of her. He was so good to her. She was so grateful and so blessed to be his.

He smiled as he felt her firm flesh under his hands. He listened to her sigh and moan and coo as he treated her warm ass with the aloe lotion. The sounds she made seemed like the whispers of angels. When her ass was well coated, he turned his attention to a light massage of her lower back and upper thighs. She sighed and giggled. He liked that.

“Master,” she said softly, “would fucking me please you?”

He grinned. “Why do you ask?”

“Because good girls get fucked hard and made to cum like sluts.”

“Yes, and?”

“And now I am a good girl again and…”

“Go on.”

“And my slut cunt is so very hot and wet, Sir.” She blushed bright red as she heard the words come from her mouth.

“So you expect me to satisfy your desire at your whim?” He feigned offense at her question.

“No! It’s just… I want to please you so. I know my Master likes his girl to be horny for him. And you have been so good to me, Sir. I was hoping I could be please you. Please, Master, if it would please you, would you fuck me? Please?”

“Mmm. Good girl.”

She moaned as his reply send a hot shiver through her flesh. “Yes… Oh Master, please, let my body please you.” She was not sure if it was her own mind or his control that made her beg to be fucked by begging to please him. But she could not seem to stop herself. “Please, fuck your good little girl for your own pleasure. I so want to please you. I want to make my Master happy. I can never repay all your goodness to me. But if fucking me would please you, then please, oh god, please, fuck me now. Please, fuck your slut girl. Your slut girl needs you inside her. Please, Master, I need you because I need to please you. Fuck me, Sir, please.”

She felt herself starting to slip into her full slut slave mindset. It was a slide she could not slow or prevent. She did not hear his pants being slowly unzipped or the garment being dropped to the floor. Her mind was falling into a lust that felt so very good and so very intense. She gave herself over to it gladly.

“Your slut girl needs to please her Master.” She would wonder later if he had somehow programmed her to speak in third person about herself when she was extremely horny. She could not be sure. It felt right to do so. It felt like a complete submission to him. It felt like giving herself completely to his control. It felt like offering not just her body to him, but her mind as well. “Your slut girl needs her Master to be pleased with her. She is so wet. Oh god, oh please, Master, your slut wants so badly to please you. Uhn! Please fuck your slut, please fuck your slut, please fuck your slut. Master, please! Fill her and fuck her and fuck her hard. She needs you. She needs to be your pleasure. She needs to feel you inside her tight cunt! Please! Please, Master, please!”

He was grinning. And painfully horny. His pants were on the floor, and he silently stepped out of them as he listened to her. He removed his shirt and shoes as his sexy submissive slipped into third person. She would be surprised, he thought, if she knew the power of her words and voice to arouse him. The desperation in her voice and her words combined into an aural aphrodisiac. His cock was rock hard and starting to throb. He removed his socks and boxer briefs. He stood there, naked, as her pleas began to fall into simple, desperate supplication.

Her watched her body quivering with need. In other circumstances, he would tease her. Stroke her cunt lips and make her whimper loudly. Make her beg some more until she was was shoving her cunt back to him and wantonly writhing in her need. But not tonight.

He liked the surprised gasp she made when his hands slapped against her waist as they grabbed her body. With his remaining control over his own lust, he paused to give her an instant to anticipate the hard fucking she was about to receive.

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There is more NSFW content to come (no pun intended). And more extreme control. Their night is not over yet.

4 Responses to “A Dream of Extreme Control (part 4) – NSFW”

  1. I am melting over her. Full of ‘good girls’. How can I be so wet and horny and cry at the same time? You got it exactly right. Every part of it. Thank you.

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