Losing Control

This is a story I did as a little colab with a friend to share ideas, and to get practice writing in first person which isn't something I've tried before, and wiring it in first person from the other person's POV was definitely an interesting challenge. Enjoy!

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He had arrived the way I wanted him, black shirt and jeans, his smart black blazer fitting to his broad shoulders. I'd convinced him I would be a good little sub, all his, but I had a trump card to play.

"Hello, kitten," he snarled, his eyes full of fury, as he shut the door and stepped up to tower above me, "ready for Your master?"

I smirked, knowing what I was about to do would ruin his little plan. I was wearing what he requested, a skinny fitting vest and black shorts with suspenders. My hair was wavy, my makeup was dark and sexy. I knew I looked stunning, irresistible to him.

From my shorts pocket I pulled out a slip of paper, watching the confusion on his face, and opened it up for him to read.

"Oh fuck," his eyes widened and he looked at me, a rather shocked expression on his face.

"Hello puppy," I smiled wide, "you're my play thing tonight, since I'd like to use this now," I waved the paper mockingly at him. It was one of his Christmas gifts, stating he would be the sub whenever I presented the paper. One use, and I was going to use it well.

"On your knees, puppy," I pointed to the floor.

"Get f-" a sharp, swift slap silenced him and made him take a few steps back. He look at me, anger in his eyes, holding his sore cheek. I could see his hand twitching, dying to put me in my place. I raised my hand again and he reeled, taking a few more steps back.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" I ask, and he drops. I feel a shock strike through me as his knees hit the floor, my dom is stirring, clawing to be out fully. Not yet.

I circle around him, watching his hands and admiring his outfit. I loved his black shirt, I loved how hot he was. He knew he was beat, and it killed him, that he has dressed like this for no reason but to be tormented. I went to the bed, where I'd placed some toys and grabbed the collar and restraints. As I went back over to him, I held them in front of him.

"You're going to be my little bitch, puppy," I smirk, seeing the sub appearing in his eyes, "I'm going to beat you, bruise you, because tonight you are mine to hurt and torture,"

I roughly wrapped the collar around his throat, giving it a quick tug and making him wince. I then grabbed the restraints, clanking them on his wrist and dragging him by them to the radiator where the other kept him tied to the metal pipe sticking out the wall. He looked up at me, expectantly, I knew the sub inside him wanted to play...and I would deliver.

"Now you're where I want you, I'm going to hurt you. Do you understand you cunt?" He nodded slowly. Not. Good. Enough. Swiftly I slapped him, then again with the back of my hand. I stared him down, his lip trickling a little blood. How weak.

"I'm sorry...mistress...I understand," he grovelled, dabbing his lip and looking in horror at the blood on his fingertips, "please..don't slap me anymore," I rolled my eyes and he cowered.

"Oh you're so fucking pathetic," I sighed, walking back over to the bed, "I'm not going to slap you," I picked up the riding crop, it's leather felt so good in my hand. I had bought it for him to use on me but it was going to be so much fun hitting him with it. I know it will make him angry, but maybe that's what I wanted, "I'm going to beat you with your own precious toy. I'm going to watch you suffer," I walked back over to him to tease him with it. My domme was out and she wanted revenge. I dragged the tip of the crop gently over his face, down his throat and all the way down to his knee where it stayed.

"Lets play a game," his eyes went from the crop to my face then back again, "I want you to count every hit. Get to ten and we stop, miss a count and I start again. Do you understand?"

"Yes..mistress," I smirked as he remember his manners, calling me the correct name. His sub side was weak, not yet a brat like mine. Not yet able to really fight me.

I raised the crop and striked it hard on his leg, making him swear under his breath before counting, "one.."

It was such a shame I couldn't hit his bare skin, but I was enjoying this anyways. Getting my own back, making him whimper and cower from me. Seeing the sub in his eyes, soaking in the ego boost it was giving me. I raised the crop again, watching him flinch, before bringing it sharply down on his other leg.

"Two...fuck..." he was being so good, such a good sub. But I wouldn't tell him, he needed his beating first. He needed to pay for the many times he'd hit me.

I hit him again, twice this time against his arms. He wasn't expecting it and groaned loudly, "three...four..."

I looked in his eyes, for a moment, and could see the fire beginning to flare. Oh yes, my master was appearing. And I love my master.

"such a good puppy," I placed my hand under his chin and made him look at me. His murky green eyes couldn't quite look me in the eyes and that fueled me. I roughly threw his face to the side before raising the crop and striking his upper thigh, a little too close for his liking to his privates.

"Fuck! Be careful!" He shifted, the restraints clanking off metal, he rubbed his thigh, "five," I could tell he was angry now, his hands tense and his body more upright. He was no longer fully sub, something..no..someone else was here. I raised the crop and brought it down...But he caught it in his strong hand.

"What do you-" I remarked as he ripped off his restraints and took the crop off me, throwing it to the side. I couldn't react, I was scared now. He stood quickly, too quickly for me to back off and away from him. He grabbed me by the throat with one hand and started undoing the collar round his throat with the other.

"Stupid little sub," he stated, feeling me gulp against his hand, "do you really think I'd let you hit me ten times? Oh no no, you're my fucking bitch now and I'm going to make you fucking hurt," he pulled off the collar and threw that aside too, his other hand now groping my body, my curves, "I'm going to beat you, punish you, make you wish you'd never pulled that little trick. Then I'll fuck you, use you until you're covered in nothing but my cum and my marks," his grip tightened more and I clawed at his hands, whimpering slightly. Secretly this was turning me on, making me want him so desperately but I would never tell him. I loved it when he took control, when he would break me. I wanted my master.

"Lets begin, kitten," he smirked.

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He was in charge now, card or not I was his bitch. I loved that. I looked up at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to make his move. I didn't have to wait long. He pushed me away by my throat, and took a long stride, following me, pushing me onwards as I stumbled backwards, almost lifting me off the ground with one strong hand, until I slammed into the wall. The impact wobbled a photo frame, and sent a shockwave echoing around my chest and head. He leant down close to me, bringing his eyes level with mine. I could feel his hot breath against my made-up cheeks, smell his aftershave wafting in the air, I could see the fire in his eyes. Instantly he cut through the fog that was clouding my mind. My attention was locked on him, my body hanging on his every action. I was so excited.

"Now," he began, "first things first, YOU'RE going to take those hits. All ten. And then the five you hit me with on top. And you will count. And you will thank me for each and every one. You will say 'Thank you master' after each and every hit. Do you understand?"

"Yes master," I purred back, eyes wide. Where would he hit me? With what? 15 times?! Shit...

His strong hand gripped my shoulder, and spun me around, slamming my face against the wall and making me grunt as the force crushed my breasts. Instinctively I stuck out my bum slightly, hoping he would hit me there... He couldn't resist. His hand traced down my back, following my spine, and down my round bum, which he grabbed hard, hard enough to make me whimper very slightly. As it moved downwards sparks raced ahead of it, zapping from his hands, down my spine, to between my legs. Then SMACK!

"Ahhh!" I squealed, trying to stifle a moan as the impact stung me, and intensified the sparks a hundredfold "... One... Thank you master" SMACK! on the other cheek this time, "T-two, thank you, master." Three, Four, Five, Six I counted, each one hard, and forceful, making me scream and whimper and grunt. A little moan escaped my lips as he stopped, and caressed the sore spots. "Please master.. It hurts"

"Oh it hurts, does it?" He mocked me, his voice full of pretend sympathy.

"Yes..."

"GOOD. It's fucking meant to! You dumb cunt. Of course it fucking hurts. You're lucky I'm just using my hand, and not using the crop as you did. Or my belt."

Instantly I panicked. "No Master, please, not the belt! I've not been that bad have I?!" I whimpered, scared just at the mention of his belt. It terrified me.

"I don't care if you've been bad, or good," he snarled back at me, "I don't care if you're scared. I don't care if it leaves marks, if it leaves scars, if it. Fucking. Breaks you. All I care about is hurting you. Because I enjoy it."

"Master..." I whimpered pathetically, hoping he would show a sliver of mercy.

"You're lucky your arse feels so good to touch," he continued, rubbing and groping it, "to feel, to squeeze, to spank!" His hand hit me again, lighter than before, light enough to feel good rather than painful

"Err, oh, seven, master, thank you, master." Again, on the same spot. "Eight! Thank you, master. Ohh, nine, thank you, master!" Each hit was making my tingle now,, I was loving it, I was getting turned on even, and I knew he could tell. His hand slid down my sore bum, and slid slightly between my legs, getting close enough to make me whimper gently as I felt the pressure of his fingers through the denim. But then quickly he pulled back, and spanked me hard. Harder than any before. Hard enough to make my legs shake. "Teennnnnnn, ohhh, ah, ah, than-thank you, master," I panted, through gritted teeth.

"Good girl," he growled into my ear. More sparks. "Such as good girl." His hands traced my behind, exploring, wandering, when he touched the sore spots I shivered, and I could tell he was smiling, without having to look. "Oh, is that sore, kitten?"

"Yes, master..."

"It feels good though, doesn't it slut?"

"I'm not... Yes, master." I admitted.

"Since your poor little butt is so sore, let's find somewhere else to hit..."

"My-my bum is fine, master" I whimpered, scared of where else he would pick.

Ignoring me, his hands slid upwards, up to my top, and pulled it up, the tight fabric moving to reveal my pale skin underneath.

"Yeah... Here will do, I think," he decided, and dug a nail hard into my back. I couldn't help but cry out as it dragged across my skin, drawing blood and leaving a long red line, and then another, drawing a cross.

"Please master... That hurts" I pleaded

"Good." He barked back. SLAP!

I squealed loudly, tears welling in my eyes as his palm impacted the very centre of the cross he had drawn on my back. "Ahhhhhhh, master! Fuck! E-eleven, oh fuck, oh, thank you master. Ugh." Twelve, thirteen hit hard,on the exact same spot in quick succession, and I couldn't help myself. I squealed and grunted and groaned as I pulled away from him, shaking. "Twelve, thirteen," I panted, "thank you... master," through grit teeth. Reaching out towards me with a step his next hit drive into the top of my thigh, making it weak. "Ahhhh, fourteen, fuck. Thank you... master." No more, please, please, I'll be good, I'll never hit you again, I'll do anything!" I pleaded as I stumbled back away from him further.

"Oh I fucking know you'll be good," he spat back, "and I can fucking make you do anything you want. But," his voice suddenly turned more sympathetic, "you only have one to go. Come here." I shook my head, and the sympathy was gone again. "NOW!" Hearing him raise his voice like that shocked me into action, and I stepped closer to him. Grabbing me by the hair he leant down to my level, as I cowered in pain.

"Please master, no, no!"

"Only one more hit," he told me, his voice again sympathetic and soft, in total contrast to the tight grip he had on my hair.

"Okay.. Okay, " I panted, "just, please, not on my back... anywhere else. Anywhere." Immediately I regretted my words and then regretted them even more as his hand struck my face, and sent me reeling, before he tugged me back by my scalp.

"Ahhhh, fuckkkkk!" I wined, a tear rolling down my cheek, "Fifteen, Fifteen, fuck!.. Thank you master" I blubbered.

"Good," he barked harshly, letting go of my hair, and I dropped to my knees.

His hand reached down to cup my chin as I knelt there, and slowly I looked up at him, eyes wide, arms pushing my breasts together, my mouth slightly agape. I knew this was the best way to get him on side.

"Good girl," he smiled. And then the smile disappeared, and his and gripped my face hard. "I hope you've learned your fucking lesson, cunt," he barked at me.

"Yes master, I'm sorry master," I whimpered back, shifting my weight to relieve the pressure on my sore bum, letting my boobs jiggle a little as I did. He must have been pleased with my answer, his grip released, and the smile reappeared on his lips.

"Go and get your collar and leash," he ordered, and I went to stand, but his strong hand pressed down on my shoulder, sending me back to the floor. "Crawl."

On my hands and knees, I crawled across the room, to where the collar had landed when he had thrown it off, leash still attached. Gripping it tight I moved back across the carpet, hoping that this wasn't damaging my stockings. As I came to rest in front of master I presented the leather to him with open hands, as I stayed on my knees. Looking up at him like that, knowing he couldn't take his eyes off me, knowing that he could do absolutely anything he wanted to me, it was the best feeling in the world.

"Good girl," he smiled, admiring it. 'Look up for me."

Obediently I tilted my head back, looking at him, eyes wide. I subconsciously licked my lips as I played with my hair my hair, hoping he would put the collar on me. He kept me waiting. Inspecting the object in his hand he admired the jewellery and buckles, unclipping the leash and holding it separately. With each second that went by my excitement built. I was starting to get desperate, for his approval, for his touch. Finally, he lent down, and I felt the firm leather against my skin as the collar wrapped around my neck. It pulled tight suddenly. Fastened closed. I couldn't help but gasp as the material pressed against my throat. The collar immediately put me completely in my subspace. I was his, his kitten. I loved it. For a long moment he admired me, as I wriggled on my knees and flicked my eyelashes at him, pushing everything out into his view.

"What a pretty kitty you are," he smiled at me, following the line of my jaw with his finger.

"Hehe thank you master" I giggled back.

Then he fastened the leash to the loop, and gave it a hard tug, making me gasp as I tried to keep my balance.

"C'mon kitten," he told me, standing upright and taking a step back, "come."

He gave the leash another hard tug, and I stumbled to my hands and knees, with a grunt. Quickly master marched me across the room, and I struggled to keep up, the collar pulling tight around my neck as I fell behind. He came to stop by the radiator, and passed the leash around the vertical pipe, and pulled it tight, slamming me against the metal, which was thankfully cool.

"Fuck," I grunted, as my face pressed against it hard.

"Oh, is something the matter, kitten?" he teased, pulling the leash even tighter, making the collar pull hard on my neck since I couldn't move an inch to relieve the pressure.

I couldn't reply, I couldn't find the words, instead, I bared my teeth and snarled at him, I tried to claw at him, to lash out, but I needed my hands on the floor to stop my body weight bending my neck. "Fuck," I repeated.

He only laughed, tying me off to the radiator like some sort of dog.

"Stay."

As if I could go anywhere even if I wanted to. Desperately I tried to shift my weight around, to get comfortable, to be able to move an inch, but no matter which way I wriggled and squirmed I couldn't get my cheek off the metal of the radiator, or relieve the pressure of the collar digging into my neck. As I struggled helplessly I could see him walking around the room, no, not just walking, stalking. He looked like an animal, a wolf, a tiger, admiring his helpless prey. Even from here I could see the look in his eyes, the anger, the fire. Just looking at him was shocking, scary... exciting. My whole body buzzed with anxiety and expectation, and with lust. The stinging ache in my bum and my back and my thighs was sending tingles to my brain, making me want him. Despite the pain, I wanted more, I always wanted more. More pain, more pleasure, to be more under his control. Then I saw him bend down, and, I assumed, grab the crop from the floor. Every other emotion flushed from my body. Fear took over. Desperately I squirmed and pulled and tugged to get away, I felt my stockings rip as I scrambled for grip but I didn't care. I had to get away. But I couldn't. I felt the leather tip of the crop tickle up the back of my thighs, and I froze dead. My lip shook slightly, and my body trembled as it moved up over my bum, and up my back. Suddenly he pulled it away, and I flinched, expecting the hit. But it didn't come, instead, he reached down, and pulled my my top, pulling it up my back and up to my shoulders, baring the skin and exposing the straps of my lacy bra. My breathing was getting faster, my body was braced for the impact. The adrenaline was rushing. But still, the hit didn't come. His hands moved now to my shorts, his finger running around the waistband, to the button, undoing them nimbly despite me wriggling and kicking to try and keep him away. As he tried to pull them down I kicked at him and managed to strike him on the shin with my foot.

"Fuck," he cursed, feeling the pain. That would leave a bruise. I knew the tone of his voice well, I knew I had hurt him, and I know I was going to pay for it. Instantly I regretted my decision. Dammit, why couldn't I just be good, and do as I was told? This was going to hurt...

In revenge he stamped down onto the back of my leg with his foot, holding it in place, and sending a shot of pain up from my calf.

"Ah, fuck c'mon that's not fair!" I protested, but he ignored me. His hands pulled down my shorts all the way and revealed my almost see-through underwear, which hugged my round, red behind. I arched my back for him and gave my bum a little wiggle, I knew he wouldn't be able to resist staring at it. But that didn't stop him, I flinched as I felt the crop, tickling my skin as it traced up my leg, up the inside of my thigh. As it moved it sent sparks before it, tickling, teasing, making me needy... even needier. It moved between my legs, and I couldn't help but whimper slightly as it pressed on my most sensitive area. His treatment was making me excited, horny, desperate even, and just the lightest touch through my underwear was enough to make me squirm desperately. I needed more. I needed to be touched, to be fucked, But the crop didn't stop there, it moved back and up over my sore bum, and followed the line of my spine to between my shoulder blades.

Suddenly the I felt the whole atmosphere in the room changed, it was as if a storm had rolled in in a fraction of a second. My body was squirming under his electric gaze. I could feel his eyes locked on me like a missile. Then the crop hit. The smack was like thunder and the impact was like lightning through my skin.