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Slave to the Rhythm : Part 1

[Story genre : Mind control. This may make some readers feel uncomfortable.  The D/s dynamic here has the slave pushing her boundaries and exploring her passion for humiliation and rough play]

A Master pushes his slave’s boundaries

Her heart beat loudly in her chest as she knelt in the prescribed position – naked & submissive – her hands were lowered, her knees spread and her eyes fixed on the floor.  Her ears were alert and attentive, hoping soon she’d detect the soft tread of her master approaching for the evening’s play or punishment; as she was still in training she had no clue what to expect, but she anticipated it all with a thrill buzzing through her and a wetness oozing from ‘his’ pussy.  


Her body being his to command, everything was ‘his’: her slutty mouth, her ripe breasts, the swollen folds and crevices of her labia and clitoris and most definitely her hungry pussy.  Her body craved him day and night and she welcomed every sexual act he commanded she perform for him, relishing those which others might consider dirty, humiliating and shameful.  Rae’s master had helped her understand her fetishes and cravings, he’d shown her how to embrace them, so that she got pleasure from them.  

Vanilla relationships had never worked for Rae, she had always wanted her lovers to be rougher with her, to make her beg for release, to take risks where and when they had sex.  She’d learned from time with her master that she needed to hand over control entirely to him; this had freed her sexually, most surprisingly, she’d found that fear and pain were incredible aphrodisiacs.


Goosebumps raised on her skin, while her nipples became taut: she heard her master approaching, his tread distinct on the wooden floor.  She sensed him drawing near and held herself still, imagining how she looked to him: her naked bottom fleshy but still pert,  her large breasts pear-shaped against her rib-cage, with the darker flesh of her nipples pulled into hard points.  Her legs were toned, the skin shaved smooth every day, but at the cleft of her thighs her blonde pubes remained, trimmed neatly but not removed as her master preferred her this way.  He liked to see the moisture gather on the golden curls, tonight Rae was slick and wet as always, she detected her own fragrance perfuming the air.


“Good evening Rae,” his voice was deep and resonated through her, simultaneously thrilling and bringing a feeling of peace.


He stood in front of her and unzipped his jeans, releasing his magnificent member in front of her face.  It was semi-erect already.


“Welcome me as a good slave should,” he commanded and she lifted her face and opened her mouth, allowing him to feed in the length of it.  Her tongue felt the weight of his member while her mouth wrapped around the column of flesh and she began to lick and suck him, tenderly at first but building up to stronger suction and more active movement until she was slurping at him and bobbing her head, while keeping her hands behind her back.  Soon the Master’s needs changed, he held her still while he thrust his hips: fucking her face and Rae enjoyed it.  She loved to feel choked by the thickness of his glans, it bumped at the back of her throat, making her eyes water and causing her to gasp for breath.  In turn, her master loved to see her mascara streaking black tears down her cheeks while her mouth and chin became a slimy mass of drool as she tried to keep up with his thrusts.


“Drink it! Swallow it all down!” he grunted out, climax making his voice harsh, he held her head in a vice-like grip while his cock pulsed cum in her mouth and down her throat.  Rae swallowed greedily, anxious not to spill a drop, she loved the taste of it and secretly relished the ‘power’ of having satisfied him.  Her pussy throbbed with arousal, every sex act he commanded she perform made her horny, even when there was no direct satisfaction for her, but she particularly liked giving head.


The master seemed pleased with her tonight, and Rae’s whole body tingled with unsatisfied arousal.  She sat curled in his lap and felt safe in his embrace.  He stroked her hair and began to talk to her about their relationship, more specifically how she was fitting into her role as his slave.  He reminded her how far they had come, how she had learned to trust that he would never push her too far, and he reminded her of all the soft boundaries she had overcome and of the pleasure she had experienced as she broke through each one.


“Tonight girl, we will explore humiliation and exhibitionism, using these to demonstrate your obedience to me.  You are going to lose your anal cherry.”  He’d been stroking her hair as he spoke, but now he grasped a handful of it and pulled her head to make direct eye contact with him.  As her heart began to race she looked into his eyes, she knew instinctively she trusted him. Her master began to speak in a low monotone, fixing her with a gaze which was mesmeric as he put her in a trance.  His words turned into a stream of consciousness in her head and Rae was unable to look away and powerless to resist.  


The master planned to take her to a biker bar dressed like a slut, so he planted the concept in her mind that she would find muscled, fleshy men and decorated with piercings or tattoos highly desirable (while knowing that her preference for lean, white-collar types meant that her subconscious would be disgusted by them).  He instructed her that when she heard certain songs playing, she would become very aroused, displaying herself wantonly while wanting to have sex with these men.  If she was asked what she’d like to drink she would answer “Your cum – I love to give head.”


While Rae was in the hypnotic trance, her master sucked and nibbled at the puckered tips  of her breasts, she groaned with desire as they hardened into engorged stalks, then he attached clamps to her nipples.  He continued his mesmeric monologue and wiped her memory of this, so she became totally unaware that she was wearing them, yet she’d feel all the sensations they generated. Next he used silicone lube and pressed his finger into her puckered anus, sliding it in and out to stretch and ease the tight orifice open. Hw delighted while he did so, in the sight of of the folds of her pussy glistening and slick with her arousal.  She would certainly be ready for action with those greasy rockers tonight!  He selected a medium sized, black anal plug which was on a t-bar, knowing this would sit comfortably and securely between her peachy buttocks.  Those horny guys couldn’t fail to find it and would assume she was up for double penetration.  Once again he talked to her about what he was doing but instructed her to be unaware of the plug’s presence in her body, whilst enjoying all the sensations of stretching and fullness that it would give her.  In previous training the master had used smaller plugs in her to butt prepare her for anal penetration, she’d worn them while he fucked her and the dual sensation had seemed to take her to great heights, while he’d enjoyed the tightness an anal plug brought to her pussy.


The master guided Rae to dress in the most slutty way for tonight’s assignment, his gift to her was a wide leather choker, which looked like a dog collar, adorned as it was with a large chrome D-ring.  She wasn’t aware the buckle at the back concealed a camera and microphone, while a second camera was fitted at the front in the D-ring to film the night’s events and stream them to master’s phone.  Rae would wear her hair tied up in a tight ponytail so as not to obstruct the cameras.  


She selected a rubberised red basque with a half cup so the milky flesh of her large breasts domed above each cup invitingly.  She wore a filmy black blouse unbuttoned over the top and tied loosely at her waist.  Low on her hips she wore a red and black tartan kilt while on her bare legs she wore long over-knee boots with high blocked heels which laced up the front with 20 or more hooks.  


Moving around getting dressed and doing her makeup (lots of shadow, liner and mascara to create smokey eyes) Rae felt her arousal building.  Her pussy was thrumming with desire and she felt a sexual hunger that she hadn’t known before.  Maybe it was the restrictive grip of the corset, which the master had help her lace tightly, but her tits seemed to be aching and on fire, sending frequent shocks of thrill down to her dripping pussy.  She wore red satin panties with ruffles at the back, but their open crotch meant  she could already feel her love juices smearing the tops of her thighs.  The final touch was to add colour to her lips, a little darker than nude, then she followed her master obediently to the car.


“Sit with your legs spread, but don’t touch yourself,” he commanded.  She hardly needed the instruction, that’s how she must always sit in the car.  Sometimes Rae was naked so that any driver could look in and see her, lorry drivers could look down from their cab and feast their eyes on her being fondled, because that’s what her master liked to do while he drove.  His car was low and sleek and automatic and he liked to finger and tease her open pussy  while driving – mostly she was forbidden to cum, but sometimes (on his command) she was allowed to unravel. On those occasions she fucked and bucked his on his hand as if her life depended on it, cunt throbbing and her breasts shuddering as the waves of her long forbidden climax broke over her, soaking the leather seat.


Tonight the master did not play with her as he drove, instead he preserved her pent up desire until she got to the bar, wanting to watch her be fucked and mauled by two horny bikers in a public place. He’d know that she was abasing herself to please him; doing things she feared and loathed yet getting off on those emotions.  The air of innocence and obedience Rae had about her caused his cock to stiffen painfully in his tight jeans.  

The bar came into view, out of town and isolated, it was well known to those who loved their ‘hogs’ and there was an army of Harley Davidsons, Kawasaki’s and other motorbikes parked around it, the outside light bouncing off their chrome and gleaming paintwork.

The master opened Rae’s door and took her hand, helping her out of the seat.  As she swung her legs round to stand, he caught a glimpse of her naked pussy, then he feasted his eyes on the wobble of her breasts as she sashayed on her high-heeled boots.  At the door to the establishment they stopped, he released her hand and in a few words assured her he was watching and would collect her later that evening. He did not tell Rae that he planned to follow her into the bar to witness her ‘mission’ first hand.

This story is submitted as part of the #MasturbationMonday meme for week 207, please click the link and see what others have written.




[Image from BEST slave Training Guide : Google images]

Comments (6)

  1. Telugu1

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    Posy, this is truly excellent !! What an imagination !
    Breathtakingly arousing and so well written; it's like we are part of the scene. The idea of hypnosis is blindingly brilliant. Imagine what Rae could be made to do and experience …
    I, for one, cannot wait to read the next part.
    Thank you so much for sharing your gift with us

  2. Reply

    What a wonderful world you have created Posy. So far from anything I have ever experienced but how you describe leaves me thinking I have! You just increase the sexual tension leaving me breathless. I love you work. CP xx

  3. Reply

    This story actually makes me a bit uncomfortable. I feel like the consent aspect is not clear and that to me his behaviour felt abusive not sexy. I wonder if you meant it to be that way as you call it tainted love? So maybe you intended for that to be the case but I am just not sure

    Mollyx

  4. Reply

    I'm really glad you included that disclaimer at the top. Some things are fascinating as fantasy, but one of the few things that can make me uncomfortable is erotic hypnosis and anything that sounds like one person doesn't actually know what's about to happen to them.

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