A Dream of Extreme Control (part 5) – 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 five of a story with sexual language, naughty words and an extreme level of control by one person of another. (For part four and links to previous installments, click this link.) 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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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.

She knew instinctively what was about to occur. And she smiled. There was something pleasing about knowing she had inspired in him such wild desire. It meant he was pleased with her, that he wanted her, and that he was claiming her anew. She was his. His because he wanted her. She was desirable to him. And he was strong enough to claim her.

He growled as he pushed into her. His thrust demanded entry, and the sudden sensation of his cock being enveloped by her tight, slick cunt made him shudder. There was something wonderful about these moments. It was not just the sex. It was what the moment meant. Her lust crying out to be owned; his lust taking possession. Her supplication; his control. Her submission; his Dominance.

She rocked back to him in that first moment. She wanted to feel him inside her. Her vaginal walls clenched tightly, and she felt his hard, hot flesh invade her. She gasped. Her body tried to hold him within, but in another moment, the hard fucking had begun. She cried out in pleasure.

He was grunting and moaning. He felt his thighs slapping against her ass. His hands squeezed her waist with an iron grip. Her cunt squeezed his cock each time he thrust into her. It should all be painful. But somehow all the pain was a dull experience far away, drowned out by intense pleasure. That a physical experience so rough and harsh could create such ecstasy was like a spiritual mystery. A mystery he chased. He pushed his body to move harder and faster. Pain ached in his cock and body. But the pleasure was greater.

She felt the sting of her spanking renewed by the hard, repeated slap of his legs against her ass. That sting had a different meaning now. She was a good girl. She was no longer being punished. She was being rewarded. Among her own gasps and squeals and screams, and his grunts and growls and groans, she heard herself chanting, “good girl; I’m a good girl.” Was this more of his control, or simply her own expression of exhilaration in the pleasure of the moment. She would never be sure.

She realized her body was trembling. She was rocking back to him as much as her position, bent over the bed with her arms outstretched, would allow. She was at the edge of falling into the heights of orgasm, but she could not seem to go over that edge. This she knew was his control. She knew she would need his command. This was both frustrating and deeply satisfying. She could not rush to her own climax. She needed him. And to be so lost in his control made her safe. And somehow that was the most erotic thing of all.

He heard her whimpering squeals and knew she was close to orgasm. He could feel his own body getting close to climax. He operated on lustful instinct. His body was covered in sweat. His muscles strained to fuck still harder and faster. He wanted to hear the scream of her pleasure. He forced himself to say the words. “Cum. Cum now!”

The growled enunciation of the command was all she needed. Her cunt clamped like a vise on the flesh inside her. The intensity of her orgasm forced a scream from her throat. She was rewarded with a hard thrust that buried his cock deep inside her.

He felt the hot semen move down the length of his cock. His felt his arms pull her waist back as his hips pushed forward. He gasped as he felt the eruption of cum. He heard himself give her another command to cum, and heard her scream in reply. He held his cock deep inside her. He felt her cunt squeezing him, milking his cock. He grinned.

When he had commanded her a second time to cum, she had felt as though her orgasm had started all over again. She screamed. She felt carried along like a mote in a storm of pleasure. She was lost to it. There was nothing she could do but experience it.

Too soon he felt his climax fade. He took deep breaths. He leaned down and embraced her torso, placing his hands on her breasts. He said nothing. He held her trembling body. He breathed. He felt the warmth of her. He sighed happily.

At last he spoke to her. “You are such a good girl,” he said softly.

It was her turn to sigh happily. “Thank you, Master,” she whispered. “I love you.”

“I know, lass. I know.” He squeezed her breasts and kissed the back of her neck. “We are not done though.” He felt the slight tremor that ran through her. “What do you think we should do next?”

“Whatever Master wishes.”

“My lass is such a smart girl.” He stood and stepped back. “Stand up now, and face me.”

She was grinning as she moved to face him. She liked when he called her smart. She liked his praises. Somehow they mattered when they came from him.

She watched him look her over. His gaze moved over her body like a slow caress. She whimpered faintly and shivered as if he had touched her. “Thank you, Master,” she whispered.

Then he spoke and she forgot his words. She knew it was more of his control as her body knelt down. She pulled her arms behind her back and arched her chest forward. She opened her mouth and stared at his now limp cock. She shivered with sexual excitement. She knew what this position meant. She knew she could not change her position. She was locked by his control. She could feel deep in her soul how much she craved this. And she loved him for giving it to her.

He smiled down at her as he brought his cock to her open mouth. She looked so very beautiful. Her nude, kneeling body glistening, nipples stiffening, her mouth open and waiting, her expression a mix of lust and adoration. “You are glorious,” he said softly as she began to suck on his cock.

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Yes, there is more. More extreme control will be on display. Why does this keep going? I dunno. It comes to me and I write it down. Will I get back to political commentary? Yes. I have lots to say. I am just as opinionated as ever. Right now, I am a bit busy. I have an extra project this week. Next week, you will get to be annoyed enlightened by my political ramblings cogent opinions once more. I know you are all deeply thrilled. Till next week, students, au revoir.

3 Responses to “A Dream of Extreme Control (part 5) – NSFW”

  1. thedreamingsub Says:

    I also chant, ‘I’m Your good girl and good girls get to feel this way. Good girls get to cum for their Masters.” But none of it matters, until I have permission to cum. It is getting harder and harder to hear that voice in my head that tells me I can cum.

    I am enjoying every word of this series. Thank you.

  2. Great story or have you done this? Still breathing heavy over your sexy story that had alot of heart and strong emotions going back and forth. Thanks for sharing and I am still a student and will be for a while when it comes to being a new submissive.

  3. Very nice…I’m glad these thoughts coming to you and compelling you to write them down… 🙂

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