A Dream of Extreme Control (part 8) – NSFW

Am I really starting the new year with this? Apparently I am. This post is Not Safe For Work. This post is only for mature audiences. This post contains part eight of a story with sexual language, naughty words and an extreme level of control by one person of another. (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven) So there is no mistake, I repeat, this story involves an extreme level of control by one person of another. This story is fiction. Reader discretion, as always, is advised.

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“You know…” He shuddered. “You know what you need to do to get permission.”

“Yes, Master,” she said. She moaned. She was not sure how she knew, but she did know. Reluctantly, she pulled her face back from his cock. She stared hungrily at the glans. She licked his precum from her lips. Her right hand stroked him faster now. Her mouth was open because she was breathing in gasps. Her cunt was clenched tight on the fingers of her left hand. “Yes,” she whispered. “Mark this girl… yes… oh god… mark this girl as your slut. She is yours.”

He grinned lustfully down at her. He could see the flush of lust in her cheeks. He watched her lewdly rub her nipples against his legs. She was writhing and trembling and sighing in a lust that was only getting stronger within her. That pleased him deeply because he had caused it to happen. And because it was beautiful to behold. She looked up to him with such need. Her eyes turned from his face to his cock repeatedly, but she held her own face up, as she were displaying her lust for him. Few things she could do would arouse him more.

“Such a good girl,” he said as if it were a command.

She felt the words enter her ears and travel down into her chest, into her soul. She shuddered and moaned. She was certain that if he called her a good girl once more, just once more, she would cum instantly. She was panting with hot lust. Her nipples ached even as she stroked them against his thighs. It was a slutty thing to do, but she could not seem to stop herself.

In later, calmer moments, she would eventually wonder if such need and action came from herself or from his control of her. And she would decide that the answer did not matter. What mattered was that it felt delicious and that the helplessness of it made her more his. Which was, she would know, illogical, but it would be nontheless true.

In the moment, however, she had no thought but the need to make her Master cum, so that his semen would mark her. It would mark her as his. It would be his warm, thick semen on her face, contrasting with her pink skin, marking her as the object of his pleasure. It would mean she had pleased him.

He felt her silken fingers stroke him faster and listened to her gasping whimpers and sighs. He was unsure which gave him more pleasure. He lifted his face up and let out a low moan. His eyes fluttered closed. His hands gripped handfuls of her hair. There was hot pressure building in his loins. “Yes,” he moaned slowly. “Fuck, yes.” He gasped as he felt the pressure of semen grow.

She squeezed his cock as she stroked him. She wanted to milk all the cum from him. She wanted to feel the warmth of it on her face. She wanted him to moan in pleasure she had provided for him. She wanted him to be pleased and call her a good girl.

His breath stopped in the moment of climax. He felt several jets of semen erupt from his cock before he remember to inhale again. He sighed loudly in pleasure as he looked down once more and saw his cum landing on her face. She was grinning and also looking desperately up to him. He shuddered hard and felt another surge of cum that then splatter across her nose and cheek.

“Yes, my own lovely one, you may suck the rest of it.”

He moaned as she wordlessly and eagerly began to suck hard on the head of his cock as her hand milked all the cum she could get from him. He shuddered in the bliss of it.

“Yes,” he moaned. “Yes, good lass. Cum now, my good girl.”

Her mouth left his cock as her head rolled back. Her body shook as she fell into orgasm. Hot, female cum coated her hand and ran down her thighs and puddled on the floor. She might have collapsed to the floor if not for this hands still holding her hair. She let the waves of pleasure roll through her and over her.

He marveled at how beautiful she was as she orgasmed. It was a sight that should be painted and hung in a museum, he thought. He leaned down and whispered to her, “Mmm, good girl. You are my good girl.”

And that was all she needed for her body to scream as she felt the hot edge of a new wave of orgasm overwhelm her. Her hands grabbed his legs as if he was the only anchor holding her to the world. She leaned forward and clung tightly to him as her flesh shook with pleasure.

He released her hair and petted as he let her hold him and cum. He smiled down at her. He could not seem to stop smiling. She brought him more joy than he knew how to describe. And somehow the muscles in his face would not agree at the moment to do anything else but grin like a fool.

He heard her making noise, but he was not sure what it was at first. Then it seemed like sobbing. But then she looked up at him, with tears streaming from her eyes, and laughter coming from her mouth. She looked at him with joy on her face. He squatted down and picked her up. Her arms immediately went around his neck.

“Good girl,” he said, softly.

She shuddered. “Mmm. Thank you, Master. Thank you. You are so wond-”

“Hush now,” he said as he carried her to the bathroom. She giggled and grinned. He still could not stop his own grin.

She turned her head to see her face in the bathroom mirror. She saw his cum on her cheeks and nose and lips and forehead and chin. She saw his reflection in the mirror. He was grinning at her. She grinned at him.

“You may clean up now, lass,” he said as he put her down, letting her stand next to him. “When you are done, meet me in the dining room.”

“Yes, Master.”

“You will get to see what I was working on when you came home.” He gave her bare ass a light slap and left the room.

She blushed as the slap reminded her of her bad behavior. But she felt no shame. She was his good girl again, cleansed of all her disobedience.

She stared at the semen that was drying on her face. It was his mark on her. It would not truly mark her skin permanently, but she knew that later, when all the cum and had been washed away, she would still be able to see it there. She would be able to see the whiteness of the semen against her skin, and feel the warmth of it. And she would relish it. It meant she had pleased him. It meant she was his.

The semen that was still wet, she gathered up on her fingers and ate. She licked her fingers clean and then washed her face and hands with water. She looked down at her thighs and saw how much of her own wetness was there. She touched it with her fingers. It felt warm still. He had made her cum just with his words. She felt a warm shudder, the memory of the pleasure moving through her body from her head to her feet.

She grabbed a towel to finish cleaning herself. She need to hurry. She did not want to keep him waiting.

He felt a deep satisfaction. Controlling her and making her cum and cumming on her seemed to be not just physically but mentally and emotionally satisfying. And so his grin lasted as he walked to the dining room, where the new items he had bought and prepared for her were still laid out on the table.

As he looked over the items, he felt certain she would embrace the new kind of control to which he was about to introduce her. She seemed ready now. Even so, he was pleased when she gasped as she stepped into the room.

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To be honest, when I started this story, I did not expect it to become this. But somehow it did. I hope you enjoy it. There is one… maybe two more parts left. But next up in the mental queue of posts to be written is one about a movie that I think all D/s folks should see. Which movie, you ask? You will have to come back and see.

Oh yeah. And happy new year everybody.

3 Responses to “A Dream of Extreme Control (part 8) – NSFW”

  1. As someone who has cum from the right words and little else, this is probably my favorite installment so far….and I like that his happiness showed through (not just his satisfaction)…I look forward to what comes next (no pun intended)…

  2. Sandra Athena Says:

    Whoa.. You are an amazing writer. This was a great story and it was so real I easily could have been in the situation myself. Bravo. Press on!

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