She stood naked in front of him, eyes down, hands at her sides as he had taught her. Other than his collar around her neck, she had no jewelry or adornments on, he didn’t allow that unless it pleased him to place something on her body.
He sat down on the oversize leather sofa in a slightly cool, candlelit living room that was intimate and private. He spoke to her in a voice that was low and gentle, but commanding and completely unforgiving, “Lie down across my lap and present your bottom to me” she heard him say. She did as she was told, feeling awkward but knowing in his eyes she was beautiful. Her nipples were still tender and inflamed from his earlier treatment of them. He derived great pleasure from demonstrating his complete possession of her body and mind with clamps on her nipples before he had even finished undressing her upon her arrival. His removal of her clothes was always slow and sensual, as he let his gaze travel brazenly over her voluptuous and firm body, appreciating the way she flushed red with embarrassment. From this moment on, she was no longer in control of her body, and that was understood by both.
She had given up that control to him, and what she hadn’t given he had taken. At times, it was more than she thought she could bare, both physically and mentally. But his possession of her was like a drug, totally intoxicating, and nearly impossible to imagine her life without. All of this he was aware of and for him this had become an equal obsession. The need and desire he constantly felt to touch her, dominate her body and soul, grew each time he was with her and it never diminished.
Now as she lay there presenting her naked body for him, she was spellbound with the knowledge that she would experience both pain and pleasure here tonight. If this were solely about that however, it would soon lose its ability to hold her captivated, as she most surely was captive. He possessed more than her body … it was her heart, her will and her mind that he had also taken possession of, and that was impossible to break away from.
He spoke to her again, telling her to place her arms behind her back. He did not tie them, he knew that she clearly remembered what happened when she tried to insert her own will over his. As she tried to turn her face to the side for more air, she quickly felt his large strong hand around her head, forcing her face down as he quietly said “your breathing will be difficult”.
He placed one hand under her and one between her legs to pull her ass higher in the air and closer to him. Her legs were together and she knew if he wanted them open he would open them. After a few minutes of silence, knowing he was letting his gaze travel over her position, hearing her breathe open-mouthed into the leather as she quietly whimpered with discomfort, he said “this pleases me” as he abruptly spread her butt cheeks and forcefully inserted two of his fingers into her ass. As she inhaled sharply and whimpered louder, he gently said “Yes, I know that’s uncomfortable”, and then inserted a third finger inside of her. All of a sudden she felt his hand turning her head to face him and fingers were placed into her mouth. She sucked them in the way she knew pleased him and made his cock grow, knowing she would very soon have his entire, rock hard member filling her mouth before moving on to also take possession of other orifices in her body.
Fingers were removed from her mouth and her head was placed face down again. She knew the moment had long since gone that she could, even would, resist him or fight him. He required her to struggle though and she would often find it impossible not to. She had no “safe word”, he had made it very clear to her over time that her submission to him must be total in all regards. And while she thought it was, he continued to find things she hadn’t yet completely given to him, and proceeded to very firmly take them.
Theirs was a relationship of Dominant and submissive, but he did not consider her a slave. To him and for him, she was a beautiful, sweet, intelligent and totally captivating woman. All of which made his need to possess her even more intoxicating. He needed her obedience, her pain and discomfort as much as he needed her love and respect. He gave her pleasure, but only when it pleased him to do so. He knew that’s what she also needed in order to give her full love and submission to any man. They understood each other, loved each other, and neither of them ever forgot the invisible chains that bound her to him.
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