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Collected by Djian
Her Ultimate Fantasy
by slave
WARNING!
This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains Strong Sexual
Content. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only. If you are
under the age or 18 or reside in a state that prohibits such behavior, please
leave this site immediately!!!
Silently fuming she sat in her room - she would not be treated like this -
she refused to let Him see how much He affected her - she would regain some
of the control which He held over her - she would not be disregarded and
treated as just His plaything - she was a person - a submissive, certainly,
but one who deserved to be treated better and if He couldn't see that, then
she would take back what she had given Him - she would regain control over
her life, more explicitly she would not let Him control her sexual needs and
desires and practices.
The trouble was that He did it without her explicit consent most of the
time. He knew her - knew her too well - knew what buttons to push and when
and how to push them. That was why she was still with Him - that was the
control that she had no control over. Several times she had tried to leave -
He had not tried to stop her, but stood almost mockingly while she dealt
with her inner struggle. And each time, to her shame and her dismay she had
not left. What made it worse was that each time He seemed to take a little
more of her - to enter even deeper into her mind and her heart - and each
time she became more desperate to please Him and gain His approval. And each
time she tried more eagerly to obey Him, to please Him, to do the things He
asked better, trying to anticipate His desires before He demanded it of her.
Deep within her she hated what she had become - she knew that her goal in
life was to make Him love her - and sometimes He did show a hint of that to
her - just a hint - but enough to keep her there and enough to keep her
hoping. Despite her resolve to resist Him, she found herself unable to
disobey Him. The long time that she had been His had trained her to answer
only to Him, often at a cost to herself. But she loved Him, and He could see
deep into her very core - that she knew was a dangerous combination.
But this was the final straw - He had casually told her that He had taken
another - just to amuse Himself, He told her, for the times when He needed
more than she could offer. It was not serious He had said - not like His
relationship with her - and the other sub was in it for the fun. He couldn't
see why she would be upset, besides which He said, it didn't matter to Him
if she was. This was something He wanted and needed and that was the only
important issue in this. If she had problems with that, then she was not the
sub that He thought she was.
That was what really stung - His throwing back at her - making her feel
guilty for His hurting her - and yet she felt so bound to Him. But she had
had enough - this time she would not give in. It would not happen
immediately - she knew that - she had tried the big gesture before, but she
had failed miserably, failed because of her love and need for Him and His
control of her - so she would try another tactic - she would gradually
disengage - she would take the control back - bit by bit until she could
walk away and throw it back in His face - until she could control herself
and ignore her need to please Him. And she would do it - maybe not like the
Coup d'Etat that she wanted immediately - but like an underground resistance
- and she would begin tonight.
Glancing at the clock, she felt the familiar tingling that came at this time
most evenings. He would be home soon and as He often did, He had left
instructions for her as to how she was to prepare. she went to the bathroom
and turned on the shower, moving the dial to the coldest setting as He
ordered. How she longed for the luxury of a warm shower, but He told her
that she only deserved cold water, that in fact she was lucky that He
allowed her the luxury of a shower indoors and so frequently, but He
demanded her to be absolutely spotless whenever He used her - so the shower
was more for His benefit than for hers. Stepping into the shower, she felt
the piercing sting of the cold water and felt the gratitude fill her for her
Master who was kind enough to let her shower each day for Him. A voice in
her brain reviled her for feeling like this - but it was there - the
gratitude to her Master for the scraps that He threw to her from the table
of His life. And she couldn't help it - she wanted Him so much and loved Him
so, that she was prepared to beg for the scraps and to be grateful when it
amused Him to give her something.
She took the soap and lathered her body all over, reaching her fingers deep
into the crevices of her body, making sure she was ready for whatever He
might ask of her tonight. Lathering her pussy, she took the razor and
carefully ran it across her already near-nude skin - just in case the day's
stubble should be visible to eye or hand. Master would not appreciate that
she knew, remembering His wrath on the occasion when she was neglectful of
it. When she was sure that she was clean - for that was the purpose of the
shower - it held no pleasure for her - she stepped from under the stinging
icy water. Taking a towel she vigorously rubbed her skin until it glowed and
held some warmth again then she took the oil and massaged it onto her skin -
it amused her Master tonight to have her naked and glistening all over,
awaiting His homecoming. Piling her hair high on her head and pulled away
from her face, she wondered what He had planned for her tonight - if
anything. Sometimes it amused Him to have her prepare and then to ignore her
for the evening. It reinforced her sense of being His plaything - to be
played with and used or ignored as it suited Him.
Stepping into the living room, she glanced at the clock again. Ten minutes
to go before He arrived. Checking the tidiness of the room, she moved to the
kitchen to take a beer from the fridge and place it with a tankard on the
table beside His favorite chair. A final check and all was ready for Him.
Kneeling in the corner of the room she spread her thighs, keeping her back
straight and her head held high. A faint flicker of her anger began to rise
in her, but it was beaten by the familiar feeling of arousal she always felt
as she waited for Him. Try as she did, she could not dismiss that feeling.
'Damn Him' she thought, 'i will not be aroused by Him tonight - i will
distance myself from Him and His games'. But even as she repeated the words
mentally to herself, she heard His car pull up and felt her body overtaking
her mind and the glow move through her straight to her clit. Distracted as
she was, she was suddenly brought back to reality by the sound of a door
banging closed in the car - or did two doors close together? Was there
someone with Him? Who was with Him? He often brought male friends home,
sometimes telling her and sometimes surprising her. Sometimes they would
watch a baseball game or shoot pool and ignore her and at other times it
amused Him to have her perform for them. They always just watched - He at
least had always respected her limit of not being given to Anyone else, but
the humiliation of pleasuring herself in front of them, often while they
masturbated, was something that haunted her - moreso because she found it
arousing while at the same time horrifying.
It must have been less than a minute before she heard the door of the living
room open. Eyes cast downward, she awaited His greeting and awaited the
sound of the visitor. 'Good girl' He said, 'At least You know how to get
some things right. I presume You have prepared exactly as I ordered? You may
look at me slut.' Raising her eyes she looked to see who was with Him, but
was confused to find Him standing there alone. 'Thank You Master. i have
done all You told me Master. How may this slut please You tonight?' she
said, as her mind fought against the words she would utter every night on
His arrival home. 'Are you wet slut? Feel my pussy and tell me if my slut
has been aroused while i was not here.' He laughed as He spoke and sat down
in His chair and opened the beer and sat back to watch her. Feeling His eyes
on her, and burning with shame at how easily she complied with Him, she ran
her finger along her slit, finding it warm and wet. Squirming at her touch,
for she was aroused at His notice of her tonight, she held her finger up for
Him to see the glistening. 'Yes Master,' she whispered. 'Your slut is wet
for You.'
'It pleases me tonight to see You glisten - but there is not enough cum on
your pussy yet. Play with yourself while I catch up on the news,' He said as
He flicked on the remote control, 'and You have no permission to cum -
remember slut.' 'Yes Master, Thank You Master,' she replied. Moving her
hands down her body she held her lips apart with one hand while the other
delved into her slit. Glancing up at her Master, she felt the return of her
anger at His preoccupation with the sports news, while she knelt, ignored,
and playing with herself. 'i won't let my passion rise, i am in control.'
she repeated over and over in her mind as her fingers played along her slit,
dipping into her and circling her clit. But her body was betraying her again
- she could feel her breath quickening and her breasts rising and her
nipples hardening and her clit throbbing towards orgasm. 'Stop now' His
voice was sharp, and she realized that she had moaned as she rose. 'Hands
behind Your head' Of course she obeyed, her breath slowing as He once again
returned His attention to the TV.
Glancing down at her body she could see the glistening cum on her lips and
how red and swollen they were - 'Damn my body' she thought. Why did it
always give her away and let her down. 'Okay - again' His voice interrupted
her thoughts and her hands moved instinctively down her body again
restarting the movement and her fingers moved easily inside her already wet
hole. Glancing at Him again, she felt an inward revulsion as she realized
that His attention was now on His cell phone and once again she was being
ignored, but was doing what He had asked regardless. He spoke briefly into
the phone, ordering some book from a local bookstore and exchanging
pleasantries with the assistant while in the corner her body once again took
control of her mind. Maybe this time He would let her cum or maybe she could
be quiet enough to fool Him while He was on the phone. Fingers moving
furiously, she moved her hips against her hands and felt the familiar glow
begin to travel her body. 'Enough' came the voice and she glanced up at Him
to see Him rising from His chair. 'You know what You have to do' He said as
He left the room, and her hands went instinctively behind her head again.
Her clit ached and she longed to move to touch it again - but her mind would
not let her win that battle. Once again - His order and need won out.
Waiting patiently, she felt her body return to normal - if kneeling naked in
the corner of a room alone, with your pussy glistening with desire and your
clit aching with longing is normal. If she could calm her mind, she might
have some chance of taking some control of tonight, she reasoned with
herself as she waited. He had left the living room door open, but she had
heard Him close the door to the basement and she could hear Him talking in
the distance. Who was with Him she wondered or was He on the phone again?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of His footsteps in the hallway.
He entered the room and once again sat in His chair, pouring another beer
for Himself. Picking up the remote of the TV He spoke 'Again' and then
flicked through channels until He got bored. Meanwhile her body was
responding too quickly for her liking. Almost as soon as she touched her
pussy this time, she could feel her juices flowing and a glow starting.
Maybe this time she would be quick enough. But she should have known better
- He knew her too well and stopped her just as the tremor was about to
start.
He told her to move to stand beside His chair and to bend over with her ass
to Him. As she moved, He once again flicked channels and He casually reached
out and touched her pussy and pushed two fingers into her. 'Yes, you are wet
slut. I think that I may let you cum tonight - but it is still a maybe.' He
held out His hand to her mouth, reaching between her legs to do so and she
obediently sucked her cum off His fingers. Then He idly played with her
holes as He watched a wildlife program on a nature channel. Every so often
He would move to touch her clit, but as she rose, He would stop and move
back, sometimes pinching her clit as He moved.
By this time she felt dizzy with desire and frustration and with having her
head down. But she would not beg Him, for it usually brought refusal and
more humiliation to her. Of course He knew her, and pushed her to the very
limit. Just as usual, when she felt she was at the end of her stamina, He
ordered her to lie on the floor and spread her legs for His inspection. Her
body ached with desire. her clit was so tender from such stimulation. her
pussy ached with longing for release. her head spun from the inner turmoil
that she was going through. 'Feel yourself again slut and tell me what You
want.' He mocked her, she knew that, but she moved her fingers to her pussy
and flinched at the slightest touch, such was the level she was at. 'Please
Master, i want to cum.' she said, trying hard to keep the begging tone from
her voice and not succeeding. 'How badly do you want it slut?' He asked. 'i
must come Master or i will go insane.' Even as she said it, she knew it was
true, for her body was at such a pitch that only an orgasm could release
her.
'Play with yourself again slut, this time for ten minutes - but don't dare
cum. Then I will see.' This time He watched her as her fingers moved
gingerly across her slit, for she feared that the slightest touch would send
her over the edge. But He had trained her well, and she held back - almost -
for He stopped her short of the ten minutes when it looked like she could no
longer control herself. By now she felt dizzy with desire, she felt that she
would go mad if she did not cum and cum soon. Looking beggingly at her
Master she sighed deeply. Her body was trembling and her vision blurred, her
fingers still at her pussy but moving gently as He had commanded.
'Now let Me see how badly you really want to cum slut.' He laughed as He
called out 'come in here now my pet'. To her horror, she saw a woman enter
the room, a young woman, naked and smiling who moved over to His chair -
'Yes Master?' the girl said as she knelt before Him. 'Come here to me my
pet,' He said as He patted His lap. She watched horrified as this girl
climbed onto His lap and squirmed as He caressed her breasts. 'I want you to
meet my slut, my cum hungry slut, my desperate slut. you may learn tonight
how i care for my slut by allowing her to cum' He laughed mockingly at her
as she lay on the floor, unable to move and feeling sick to the stomach yet
desperate for release. At this stage her whole mind revolted against what
was happening, but her body spoke to her only of her need for release, the
release that only He could give her.
'You may cum slut - BUT you may not touch yourself. I will be generous
though and allow You to use my leg.' He laughed again as He moved the girl
in His lap to one knee and stuck the other out for His slut. 'If you really
want to cum slut, show my pet just how much of a horny bitch you are. My leg
can be Yours to hump - but only for five minutes - STARTING NOW' He turned
His attention to the girl in His lap and suckled on her breast while He
watched the struggle going on in His slut's mind. Lying on the floor for
what seemed like an eternity, she struggled like she had never before. No
way would she give in, no way would she allow Him this much control, no way
would she reduce herself to a dog. But even as she told herself these
things, her body was scrambling for release, terrified that the minutes
would pass. Throwing herself against His leg, she straddled His thigh,
barely conscious of moving against the naked skin of the girl on His other
leg. she moved furiously and hard, grinding her pussy hard against His knee,
trying to rub Her clit against the bone of His shin as she moved up and down
His leg. Nothing existed right now, except her need for release and His leg,
and she worked fast to bring herself to orgasm. In the distance she heard
what sounded like the howling of a dog as she came, realizing with a jolt
that it was the sound of her screams that she was hearing. Her body shook
and trembled as the orgasm took her over, and she clung to His leg for
support. As it hit her, He grabbed her hair and brought her lips to His and
kissed her fiercely, the taste of His lips adding to her delirium. As the
orgasm ebbed, He released her lips and her hair and pushed her off His leg.
Collapsing onto the floor in an exhausted heap, her eyes closed only to open
seconds later to see Him kissing the girl.
Tears came to her and she once again reviled herself mentally, while her
body recovered yet again from one of the strongest orgasms she had ever
experienced. He had done it again - He had taken control of her need and
used her weakness to take another piece of her. But it had been wonderful
too - though admitting that brought tears of humiliation to her. He stopped
His kiss long enough to look at her and say 'Enough for tonight slut - time
for you to go to bed.' And once again, she obeyed, not even stopping to
glance back at this new and horrifying reality that was now a part of her
life.