A Dream of Extreme Control (part 6) – 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 six of a story with sexual language, naughty words and an extreme level of control by one person of another. (one, two, three, four, five) So there is no mistake, I repeat, this story involves an extreme level of control by one person of another. The characters in this story are all highly trained, imaginary constructs. Do not try this at home, unless you are really kinky and ready for the consequences. Reader discretion, as always, is advised.

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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.

There was nothing holding her arms behind her back. Yet, she could not move them. Her back was arched and her chest was pushed out, displaying her breasts. Her mouth was wide open until he brought his cock to her. The instant she felt his relaxed cock on her tongue, her lips closed around his flesh. She began to lick and suck before she could even manage to think about what she was doing.

He pulled her hair into pigtails and held those pigtails as if they were handles for her head. He sighed happily as he felt her mouth gently stimulating his cock. He looked down at her arms, which she held behind her back. Her wrists were together as they were bound. He smiled. He knew she would want to hold his cock, and he liked the feel of her hands stroking him, but he also liked controlling her desires this way.

He had told her many times before, during and after their hypnosis training sessions that she only needed to speak up to say when she did not want or was uncomfortable with any of the controls he was putting in her mind. There were even a few controls where he made the control dependent on her willingness to obey it. This control that held her arms behind her back was one of them. If she did not want his control, her arms would be free. But her arms were held behind her, and in a few minutes she would whimper a little and strain her arms as if something physical held her arms in bondage. But her arms would remain behind her back. And that would be a sign to him that she wanted his control. And that pleased him greatly.

She felt her nipples rub against his thighs as she sucked on his slowly stiffening cock. She pushed her chest to him more and felt a rush of pleasure. She knew rubbing her nipples against him was slutty. But it felt so very good. He moaned softly to his cock and sucked a little harder.

He moaned softly too, and began to use his grip on her hair to direct her head to move slowly back and forth. His cock was gradually becoming erect once more. He watched her lips slide along his skin. He looked into her eyes for a moment. “Good girl,” he said softly.

She shuddered at the praise. She felt the warmth in her crotch that spoke of her own growing arousal. She was never sure if that was her natural response or one he had given to her. She did not care. It felt good to her. She felt feminine. She felt like a woman desired.

He heard her whimper loudly, and he looked at her arms. There it was. She was beginning to struggle against the bondage that was only in her mind. She pulled her arms as if something unbreakable held her forearms behind her back. She whimpered and wriggled. He grinned.

She wanted to stroke his cock. It was stiff now and she wanted to feel it in her hands. She wanted to make him moan, wanted to please him by stroking his hard cock with her soft hands. But she could not get her arms from behind her back. She knew nothing held them there. But they were bound there just the same. And somehow knowing she could not move them made her feel wonderful. She was inside his control. His control wrapped her up and obeyed his commands, and she was protected. She looked up at him as best she was able. He was grinning down at her. She shivered in the knowledge she was pleasing him.

He pushed her head back so he could better look in her eyes. Her mouth stated on the head of his cock. She licked and sucked on his sensitive flesh as if she eating candy. And she looked up at him with adoration. He let go of her hair, and her head did not move. She suckled lovingly. Her tongue licked and caressed his skin. This was not just a sexual moment for either of them. It was emotional. There was love and gratitude and joy and lust all wrapped up in this simple moment. He petted her hair and once more said to her, “Good girl.”

Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt another wave of pleasure from his words. She wondered if he had given that to her, put that in her mind, but she did not think so. She believed it was her own response. Something in her yearned so to be his good girl. And every time he said the words, it was like a deeply intimate caress to her soul.

He liked the way she shivered when he called her a good girl. It was a response she had shown early on, even before he had begun the more serious training. There was something gratifying in knowing that she genuinely wanted to be a good girl, and that for whatever reason his opinion on that mattered to her. It was a special thing to him. The look in her eyes, the expression her face would get when he said those words touched something deep inside him. It made him feel more protective of her, more in love with her. In its own way, it bound him to her. He wanted his calling her a good girl to matter. He wanted her to delight in it. Not any woman. Her.

“Yes,” he whispered. “You are my own good girl.”

She moaned and shuddered again. She felt as if she could cum if only he would say those words to her over and over.

He pulled his cock from her mouth and smiled at the look of reluctance on her face. He petted her hair again and leaned down to kiss the top of her head.

“Time to play, lass. Stand up.” He watched her obey. He leaned his mouth to her ear. “Listen carefully,” he said, “Masturbatory slut time, level five.”

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What do you suppose that means? I guess you will just have to wait for the next installment to find out. What’s that? Yes, of course I know what it means. No, I am not going to tell you yet. That would spoil the fun. You will just have to wonder and anticipate.

5 Responses to “A Dream of Extreme Control (part 6) – NSFW”

  1. Mmmm, I’m in love with this story…

  2. Thanks for sharing such a beautiful story.

  3. Have you ever had that control over a submissive before?
    Carlie

    • Not yet. But there is hope that someday it could be achieved, given enough time, and the right submissive.

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