To Love and To Control Ch. 01

I always tremble as you walk into the room. Then my pulse accelerates. Then I feel myself flood with wetness, my body instantly ready for you. All credit goes to the dark man before me, my Master, for you have always aroused me effortlessly. This is how my body rewards you, with equal measures of love and fear.

Today I watch as you quietly close the door behind you, putting the book I was reading moments before on the floor beside the couch. Having no interest for that now, my thoughts already lost in gauging your mood. In searching those eyes of yours that will tell me whether I am going to suffer pleasure, pain or a combination of both. The eyes do not lie. I step towards you to press my lips gently to yours and I see them, pools of deep obsidian which I drown in.

There is no smile forthcoming from you and that makes my body weak. So, the mood is a dark one then. I see you point to the floor by your feet and feel my body respond of its own accord. My knees sinking gratefully down onto the hard floor below, blue eyes downcast to the floor below. The black satin robe I am wearing already slipping off my shoulders to pool beneath me, revealing smooth satin skin.

The man whom I have come to love now looks down upon my kneeling form and runs his fingers gently through my shining mass of silky, chocolate hair which swirls down my back. Caressing it at first, rubbing it against my face before closing his fingers around it, gripping it tightly. He twists my face up to look at him.

I can't help but look back at you hungrily, my desire clearly transparent. Blue eyes glazed before you with lust. Wondering still, at how you arouse me so easily.

You bend down to whisper in my ear, 'My slut' you pause as your lips come nearer to my ear, 'the whipping post... or the floor?'

Those words reverberate through me. Your deep, gravelly voice echoes in my ear. It sends my body into fresh tremors before you. Knowing you can see my fear and that you revel in it.

There is a thick leather whip across the room and my breath leaves me as I watch you retrieve it. Fearful eyes watch as the leather is bent between your hands, the whip being tested for suppleness. It should be, I think ruefully, for it has had plenty of practice on my flesh.

'And does my slut wish to have her ass fucked before or after being beaten?' another dark, menacing murmur as I feel your breath once more in my ear. Your fingers lovingly caressing my neck before your teeth leave their mark there, making my pulse rocket.

Oh God, I am thankful to be kneeling as my body would now be unable to support itself. My tremors renew themselves tenfold. I close my eyes in horrible anticipation of what is to come.

'Before,' I whisper.

'You are going to be beaten very hard, my whore.' From your lips that is almost an endearment said in a soft, loving murmur. Sometimes I find it impossibly hard to separate the light and the darkness in you. Perhaps that is why I love you so much. They are conflicting emotions of yours, which I can never begin to understand.

My eyes drop downwards in silent and fearful understanding. It is to be one of 'those days' and I can only hope to be able to endure it for you.

'Your throat, whore. Now.' It is a sharp order.

I move quickly closer and open my glossy red lips wide in ready acceptance. Feeling hands already around my head, your fingers entangled once more in my hair, thrusting me down upon your cock. My lips suck greedily and hard, feeding your cock to the back of my throat hungrily, needing to taste you.

'Jerk my cock with your throat muscles, slut.' The deep voice rings out once more, compelling me to obedience.

I tip my head up and take you the back of my throat in hard, jerking motions, so you can see the progress of your cock making its way deeper into my mouth. Feeling my lips expand around your girth, my mouth filled and my throat constricting.

'Suck hard, work for your cum whore.' I moan helplessly and suck back and forth , my mouth clamped hard around your cock. My warmth and wetness encloses you tightly. Your whore moves all the way forward and back, nearly letting your cock slip out of her mouth before impaling you once more to the back of her throat, impossibly hard. Wanting, no, needing to taste you. She stretches her lips wide around you, fucking you with her mouth until she is nearly unable to breathe.

I feel you grip my head tightly then as my mouth continues to ram down upon your cock, wanting to feel your explosion and our eyes meet. Then a hard jerk from you and that familiar roar I know so well. Violent, deep spasms as your cock throbs in the back of my throat. Then the feeling of your cum slipping down the back of my throat as I suck at it greedily, in great gulps as I moan happily.

'I love to hear you moan, whore, when you swallow my cum.'

If I could smile, I would, but instead concentrate on swallowing and sucking out every last drop from you. Savouring the taste of you I have come to know so well.

Then those fingers in my hair again, pulling me up by my hair roots as I cry out softly, being dragged to your cellar. Trying to keep up as you march me down swiftly and then let my eyes focus on the pole in centre stage of the basement. I let my breath out in apprehension and look with increasing panic at the long steel pole. The room itself is sparse and dimly lit and I feel the cool air prickle at my skin.

You throw me roughly down on the floor in front of it, watching as I land hard and look up at the cold metal with eyes drowning in fear. Your hands then come around to push me down, into the hard tiles face down, as you straddle my back. You hear my yells as I feel my arms buckle beneath me, being pressed bodily into the floor.

Your slut feels her Master put his hands upon her, adjusting her head so that it faces the pole. Making sure she has a constant reminder of the beating that is to come. You watch her face as her eyes deepen in fear and her body is reduced to an almost shuddering mass of helplessness.

I know you like me seeing me this way because I can see your cock already responding... hardening beneath your jeans at the sight of my lithe, slim body stretched out on the floor. Taking in the sight of my silky white back and imagining already the red welts that you will imprint upon it later. Imagining the sight of my face contorted with pain and anguish as your darkness takes it toll.

Then those eyes of yours move down to the curve of my ass, the buttocks jutting out as you run your hands lightly down them.

I feel your cock press against my tight asshole and whimper already. Knowing that your mood today is not a gentle one and bracing myself. You apply pressure then against my constricting, clenching anal ring and push forward violently.

'AAARRRGGGGHHHHHH,' I yell out and struggle violently then as your cock pushes forward into my resisting ass.

Your sighs are blissful however as you feel your cock enter my still dry ass, pushing both hands down upon my neck, holding me still as you force your cock deeper, watching as my hands grip the floor in front of me in pain. Then you pull back only to ram in more forcefully, again and again. Hearing your slut shriek out in pain as her ass is fucked brutally and smiling to yourself, knowing already that her body is lost in those familiar sensations now, which consume her with their instensity and make her yours. Completely yours.

I feel you thrust hard and deep into me for a long, long while and can't help my screams as they echo through the cellar. Writhing, struggling still and yelling out in agony even as my desire overtakes me. My eyes are dark and glazed and I feel pain and lust mingling together as they court each other, driving me wild.

Then a sudden shock as you withdraw from completely, pulling me up by my hair once more and forcing me face forward against the pole. The coldness making me jump as it touches my flesh. I feel my hands bound around the pole, high up over my head. Leather cord tied tightly around them, letting me feel it bite into my flesh. My ankles follow suit and weakness steals through me. My body is now no longer under my control.

You stand behind me then and cover my body with your own warmth, rubbing your cock against my asscrack once more before thrusting into me without warning. The hands of my Master, upon my shoulders, holding me down as you ram upwards. A violent upward lunge which makes me scream again.

Then all goes quiet and still as I feel nothing but your cock throb within my tortured ass and your slut begins to breathe once more. But there is no rest for the wicked and you begin your thrust again with renewed vigour. Hard, deep slams which take me again and again before you pause and pull out. I watch desperately aroused as you reach for the long, thick whip. Whimpering and sobbing softly as I wait in awful apprehension, feeling my clit hard and swollen to tormenting fullness. The frustration roaring in me, as my body burns.

The whip is raised high in your hands, letting me catch sight of the tails of leather at the end. All I can do is whisper over and over again, 'no, no, no.' My head shaking, banging against the pole. You take a step away, raise your hand and pause, searching my face. Seeing my fear radiate from my eyes. But the darkness has consumed you now and I can only watch, wait and brace my body for the inevitable strike of the whip. You always make me wait for the first lash, to make sure I feel it in all its glory. Today is no different. My eyes close in response to the tormented wait.

THRASHHHHHHHHH

The long ends wrap around my body almost all the way, catching a nipple on the first strike. My body jerks as the first stripes are imprinted.

THRASH, THRASH, THRASHHHHHHHHHHH

Deep cutting lashes across my back, the tails coming round to bite into my breasts and pain raining down all over my body.

I begin to scream uncontrollably then, as the shock wears off and my hands and feet tear at their bindings, struggling wildly to escape. The pain is intense, acute and spiralling out of control within me.

You position yourself behind me then and aim for my ass.

THRASHHHHH

My body struggles and twists trying to escape the lash even as my eyes widen in horror. Feeling it wrap around my ass and thighs and embed itself into my flesh. The whip rains down fire now. Heat and agony following as I scream and howl and buck against it.

THRASH, THRASH, THRASHHHH

This whore loses count of the number of times it strikes on her back, her ass and then lower, across her thighs. The pain is now unbearable and she wonders how she will stand it, feeling the hard welts raising up all over her body. These decorate her flesh in long, red, angry stripes which her sadist loves to gaze at. His dark eyes drinking in the sight of her petite body, strung up tightly upon his pole as he cuts and bruises her flesh. Watching her writhe in torment and knowing her body lusts after him cruelly. Your whore can only despair as she takes your punishment, fully aware of the control you have over her. Her being rendered nearly senseless as a red mist of pain comes across her vision... beginning to take her elsewhere as the blinding flashes of the whip continue fiercely.

'You will not dare to cum yet, whore...' says her sadist, knowing her body too well.

She stops herself and only just, on the edge of violent climax... desperately holding back.

'Or I shall have to thrash you into a second one...' your eyes catch mine and I shrink back knowing I will not be able to bear another one. So your slut desperately holds back, clit throbbing and her chest heaving in the effort it requires.

I watch as you come around to the front of me once more and stare wickedly at me. Your gaze starting at my heaving breasts and following their way down to the apex of my thighs... my totally exposed throbbing cunt.

'NO, NO, NO' I wail in incoherent howls. Almost unable to hear my own pleas in my jumbled up thoughts whirling inside my head.

'You will now beg for it, whore,' a deep, dark, menacing tone.

I look back in worried torment, eyes closing and wondering.

'I don't know how much more this whore of yours can take,' I whisper between sobs.

'This whore can take all. Will take all.' The words broke no confusion. My whimpers and soft sobs continue to pierce the otherwise still silence.

So your whore nods her acceptance although her eyes betray her fear once more.

'I can't hear you whore,' a sinister voice impatient that I have not yet replied.

'This whore needs you to feed her your cock. She needs to taste your cum flooding her throat. Please,' the last word coming from her lips brokenly.

Then you ram deep into me, cutting off my sentence in mid breath as I can only cry out in response. Going deep into me, all the way into that boiling, hot inner core. My head lifts itself up and my eyes stare at the ceiling as I cry out loud, moaning and whimpering as the start of another climax begins to descend upon me. Already knowing there will be no way I can hold back much longer.

'Not yet, whore,' your dark eyes smile at me. 'There is something missing, before you are allowed to cum, my slut.' Those eyes penetrating mine, smiling into me as you ram my body backwards and forth. My weak body which is becoming exhausted, pain filled and tormented to the point of desperation. Still you ram into me, again and again. Making me howl as my body bucks violently beneath you at the force with which you are fucking me.

'WHAT?' I scream out at you. Thinking then, that it is mere seconds of will power that I have remaining.

'You need more pain first, or have you forgotten, my precious?' Your hand reaches up to caress my breasts, one finger trailing a path lower watching my nipple harden as you rub your finger across it. Revelling once more in the sight of me, bound and begging for you to fuck me, to let me cum.

'Please no,' I whimper as I close my eyes tightly. Feeling them water already at the thought. Pleading with you, begging helplessly... already aware that it will do me no good whatsoever.

You pull out of me then and take a very slow step back. Surveying the damage you have already inflicted upon me, while raising the whip once more. Looking into my eyes once again and enjoying my expression. Letting the anticipation build, knowing what it does to me.

I close my eyes then and helplessly turn my face aside, which already contorts before the lash hits.

THRASHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I feel myself go weak, so weak and the struggle and fight leaves me, the whip now striking flesh already broken and raw. You hear sobbing, harsh and guttural as my body gives itself up to you.

Leaving you with your totally submissive, subservient whore who would now do anything please you.

You know when it happens. I see your eyes gaze into mine, gauging my reactions, looking at the stretched taut body before you which is searing in pain and throbbing with desire. Another smile as you trail the ends of the whip up my breasts in an almost loving caress. Then a step back once more and the energy to brace my body is lost in a maelstrom of emotions. I love and hate you for doing this to me and I always will.

THRASHHHHHHHHHHH

My body bucks backwards, as my head hits the back of the pole without thinking. That clit of mine throbbing so painfully it is all I can think about now. I let the pain wash over me, consume me and feel each and every nerve ending in my body bursting alive.

'Now, my whore...' you yell at me and you lash my cunt with an expert strike.

I hear myself screaming, over and over. Having been so desperate to cum my world is now crashing all around me and hard as I sob violently, my climax ripping my body apart.

Still you loom before me, thrashing me hard again and again... lashing into my expanding orgasm. The stinging leather riding it and dragging out everything I have to give.

THRASH, THRASH, THRASH

My body convulses, trembling, shaking, jerking with huge shuddering spasms as the force of it nearly makes me unconscious with blinding white pleasure flooding me. I see my body move of its own accord letting the amazingly intense, wondrous sensations carry it away. Your whore is barely unable to breathe.

You untie me quickly then, while my body still shudders, gripping my hair and throwing me roughly face down upon the floor. Still the whip rains down upon me. Striking my back again and again, letting me feel the life drain out of my body, seeing stars. Feeling the pain all too much to bear now, little fight left as I begin to lose consciousness, going limp and lifeless before you.

Those smooth hands of yours in my hair again, twisting my face up to meet yours, slapping it hard. Three or four strikes hit me in quick succession. I am too dazed to know exactly, but I see your cock throb before my face. That cock I know and love so well. Watching you jerk it inches from my lips as you aim for my face.

A loud roar then and I watch your face contorted in pleasure as you cum. Knowing that it's your slut who has made you cum and hard. She feels thick ropes of hot cum spraying her face and lips as she almost inhales it. Then she sticks out her tongue, tasting it as it drips down her face, forehead, eyes, cheeks and neck.

His slut now coated with thick creamy cum and moaning gently as she laps what she can of it into her mouth. She waits then, for you to let her clean your cock, as you gently push it into her mouth. You let her watch your face as she tastes your pleasure, lapping at you gently with her tongue. Finally you step back, sated and content for the time being.

You smile down at me then, lighting a calm cigarette while I recover my senses. A leisurely glance then, as your eyes travel down the body of your slut which is lying trembling uncontrollably on the floor. Her hair splayed wildly and tangled, her chest heaving and her face dripping with your cum.

My breath slowly returns to me as I realise how much I adore you, watching the cigarette slowly burn down before finally you finish it. You leave the discarded end with a flick of your wrist before coming along side me to enfold me in those dark, tanned arms. Hearing me sigh softly, sleep and exhaustion making my eyes heavy as you carry me off to bed. I hear the thud of your footsteps on the stairs and then the feel of the being gently settled on the bed. Once more happily nestled within your body as your heat and warmth sink into me, quickly sending me into a dreamless sleep.