נא לחגור חגורות

The pwoer of words.

The pwoer of expectation.

internalization.

Don't worry, I put your yoga mat under it.

or maybe a big jar for you to drink later in our night?

A moment of rest between being used.

Some quiet time to think about every bad choice you made that led you to being chained up in some basement.

I always filmed the end result and showed it to her. "You're pretty now," I say with a smirk as she watched cum drip out of her gaped and worn asshole.

She'd politely ask if she could masturbate or use a toy to cum. The answer was no. It would always be no.

first meeting Conditiones.

Let go off your limits.

If i tells you to go outside, strip down and fuck your needy cunt with a cucumber by the side of the public path.

you'll thank me for the opportunity to prove yourself.

If I can make your pussy squirt from fingering your butthole, what reason do I have to touch your pussy?

She had no response to my unassailable logic. 

"Would you like me to spend half an hour sliding my fingers into your hole? Slow and deep, making you really wet and a little achy?"

“Oh yes please Sir that would be amazing thank you”

“Ok open…… No No... not your legs, your mouth.”

“But I thought..”

“Open. Half an hour. Slow and deep good girl”

You couldn't explain it.

Every time after i punished you you would get uncontrollably horny. Like an animal in heat, you needed to fuck now. Every single time. i am usually happy to use you.

Sex was always good after a punishment.

When you came - if i let you - you would sometimes cry from how powerful it felt. But usually i didn't give you that permission. When you where in heat like that, it didn't matter. What mattered is that i filled you up. You always wanted me to come inside when you were like that. my orgasm was what mattered to you, not yours. That felt logical.

But you couldn't get why. Was it the pain? The adrenaline?

"Please Sir. I need it. I beg you."

"You need what? Use your words." 

i loved to push you like this. To not let you get around how degenerate you were. However in my state you never had any inhibitions. Honesty came natural.

"I need you to fuck me. I need your cock deep inside my cunt, Sir. I want you to come inside of me. I'll do anything for it." 

Was it some wound in you - a need to repair the bond when i was disappointed? Maybe some part of you felt rejected and scared. Maybe this was your body's attempt to fix that. But you didn't feel scared after punishments. You just felt an chaotic fire taking you over.

"careful there. Don't come without permission."

"Yes Sir! I'm sorry Sir!"

Was it the fact that when i punished you, i also cared for you? i was willing to take control of you, and of the whole relationship. Maybe punishments awoken some deep part of you that knew that this was love. i wouldn't teach you to please me like this if i didn't love you. Maybe your body knew i was a keeper.

"Tell me what you are."

"I'm your slut Sir! I'm your slave slut! Fuck! Oh god"

"What does that mean?"

"That means you own me! You decide everything. Even if I don't like it I must never say no!"

Was it the fact that when i punished you, it became clear what absolute power i held over you? Maybe it really was that simple. Maybe that was what's natural for women. It felt like that to you. In moments like this, it felt like the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh God! Sir! I'm too close! May I please come may I please come may I please come may I please come!"

"No. Hold it. Keep fucking me until I come. I want you completely denied tonight."

Maybe it was all of them.

Her thoughts:

He used to come to me when he couldn't sleep, and now I come to him, because I can't sleep with out saying a proper goodnight.