The Secret Journey (26 page)

I smile. There’s always hidden wealth in any
deal, but I never dreamed I’d find such treasure here. I punish her
clit again.

“Thank you sir, please whip me harder, I’m
your dirty little slut.” Her words are drenched in pain but her
cunt is drenched in juice and her clit is standing hard, begging
for more. Yes she needs it, she needs everything she’s begging for,
she’s needed it for years. She needs it almost as badly as I need
to give it to her, so I give it to her full force, full strength,
aiming for her offered anus, and I earn another yelp.

“Thank you sir, please whip me harder, I’m
your dirty little slut.” Again. “Thank you sir, please whip me
harder, I’m your dirty little slut.” She’s crying now, but she
isn’t moving, taking all I have to give. “Thank you sir, please
whip me harder, I’m your dirty little slut.”

I pick up the pace, not letting her finish,
blurring her words with pain and need. “Thank you sir, thank you
sir, thank you sir, please. Please whip me harder, whip me harder,
whip me harder. Please whip me harder, I’m your dirty little slut,
little slut, little slut, slut, slut, slut.” It turns into her
mantra as I etch my name onto her ass with the lash of my belt.

Red lines blossom on her smooth, creamy skin,
and every single one sends a surge to my cock. It’s hurting now
itself, raging for release, pounding with my pulse, with its need.
It’s desperate now, lunging at my straining zipper, hungry to
impose its will on the open cunt in front of it, perhaps even
another man’s cunt. What are the odds such a woman is single? Not
high, but here she is in front of me, pussy presented with
adulterous eagerness for whatever I desire. My heartbeat is a
drumbeat in my ears, in my mind and I can’t see straight, can’t
think straight, my brain contains one single thought, to consummate
her conquest.

She is moaning, crying, bucking, writhing,
stripped to her essentials, supplicating to my cock. I’m going to
fuck her, she knows I am, stallion style, slamming it in, impaling
her with no regard for her pain or her pleasure. I’m going to fuck
her, despoil her, degrade her and she’s going to take it, take
every last inch of it, she’s going to take it again and again. I’m
going to fuck her, and in fucking her I’m going to own her, violate
her, humiliate her, take possession of her very soul and she knows
that too.

She knows it, she needs it, and she’s getting
it, hard and good. And she’s beyond crying now, completely, gone
beyond words, beyond thought, beyond any awareness but the
submission I’ve inflicted on her surrendered pussy. Her tears have
been her penance, full payment for her sins, extracted stroke by
stroke from her ass. Her tears are real, as is her pain, but she’s
had worse punishment than what I’m giving her. She’s lived for
years the formless hell of asking, begging, pleading for what she
needs, of offering all she has, all she is and getting – not a
thing. She’s done her time, untamed and unrestrained, a wild thing
lost and hungry, but she’s feeding now, feasting. She needs to be
objectified, and I can’t fucking stand it anymore. I drop the belt,
rip out my cock, grab her hips and split her slit with it, hot and
slick and tight, tight, tight. The teeth of my zipper shreds her
skin, tearing at it where it’s red, hurting her as I hurt her, as I
slam her tender cervix to make her know she’s mine.

She screams as I force her wider, pumping her
full of flesh, hands around her waist, in total control. She’s my
fucking dirty little slut and I fucking love it, watching her
punished pussy take it fully deep. I fuck her fast and fuck her
slow, making her feel it, making her beg for more through her
tears. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck your slut, use me like a whore, like
your whore, like your hole, please, sir, use me, make me fucking
take it, make it hurt, make me yours.”

And I do it, do it to her, because I need it,
need it bad. And I fuck her for forever, fucking fill her, flood
her cunt. My hot sperm overwhelms her and she screams out her own
pleasure, cunt contracting hard, hard, hard. And the lights go dim
and wavy and my hips will not stop thrusting, my body won’t stop
fucking until the lights turn red. I nearly pass out from the
pleasure, and when I recover myself my balls are sore, literally
wrung dry in a single ejaculation, the evidence of my excess
spilling down her thighs.

“Thank-you, sir.” Her voice is soft, relaxed.
I stay inside her, enjoying her. I have all the time in the world
to do that now. Whatever she was before, she’s mine now. Bought and
paid for.

Part Twelve

Today’s lesson is about obedience.
You’ve always been good at getting your way, haven’t you, honey?
When you can’t beat the system with brains you beat it with big
eyes and a little flirtation. What you haven’t been good at is
doing what you’re told, and why should you be? Nobody’s ever really
made you, have they?

Well that’s about to change.

So the first thing you’re going to learn is
how to undress. This isn’t about a strip tease, honey, this is
about getting your clothes off in a smooth and simple way. What,
did you expect to be wearing those clothes for long? Not this time,
honey. In a moment I’m going to tell you “Strip,” and when I do
you’re going to start at the top, and work your way down, blouse
and bra, put them neatly aside. No folding, no hanging up, but no
tossing on the floor either. Just get them out of the way where
they won’t get wrinkled. Are you wearing a skirt or pants? It
doesn’t matter, that’s coming off next, and then panties. Shoes
off, stockings off, and you’re naked. I want it quick and smooth.
Turn the page when you're done.

Clear on that?

Strip.

And now that I have you naked, the next thing
you’re going to learn is how to stand, because you don’t know how.
You don’t stand straight enough, honey. You don’t do justice to
your lovely figure. Just put your feet shoulder width apart, clasp
your hands together in the small of your back, square your
shoulders, pull your stomach in and raise your chin to keep your
head level. See how that shows off your tits, see how that
emphasizes your waist. Pick a spot on the wall and just stare at
it, and hold that position five minutes. That’s one hundred
heartbeats. It’s restful, in its fashion, to stand like that with
nothing to do but stare at the wall and count. It’s a decision free
environment, relaxing after a long day, so we’re going to call this
position "Rest". When I tell you “Rest,” you just move to this
position, and then you’ll wait one hundred heartbeats, and then
you’ll turn the page.

Ready?

Rest.

Good girl, and that was nicer than you might
have expected, and longer too. Take a deep breath and think about
how nice that was, then we’re going to learn the next position,
which is "Attention," just like in the army. When I tell you,
“Attention,” all you’re going to do is move your left foot in until
your heels touch, and move your hands down to your sides. Curl your
fingers tight, with thumb pressed down on your index finger, and
then align your thumbs along your thighs, right where the seam of
your pants would be, if you had pants.

Of course you don’t have pants, honey. You’re
naked for me, and you’re going to be standing in this position to
be inspected, and corrected on your posture, on your demeanour, on
your attitude. I’m there with you, I’m watching you, in just that
special way, and you’re going to be on display. Your tits are going
to be well presented like this, and your tingling nipples, and I
can see how they’re crinkling erect. Your ass is going to be
presented, available to be squeezed or smacked or spread. Even your
cunt will be presented, though not as presented as it will be
later, and your swelling clit will be oh-so visible, oh, so
available. Yeah this turns you on, honey, this makes your breathing
come quicker, your heart beat faster. This gets to you, and you
can’t wait to be put in this position and put in your place at the
same time.

Think about what goes into the position of
“Attention.” Get it clear in your mind so when you do it, you do it
right. You’re going to stay in it for one hundred heartbeats. One
hundred heartbeats focused on that spot on the wall. One hundred
heartbeats, honey, and then turn the page.

Attention.

And how does that feel, my obedient little
girl. It’s calming, relaxing, to have no decisions to make.
Calming, relaxing, to be focused like that. It’s calming, relaxing,
and at the same time arousing, because you know your decisions are
mine now, because you know, deep inside your mind, that deep
inside, you’re mine.

Deep breath in, clear your thoughts, and
ready for the next instruction. You’re going to do it one hundred
heartbeats

Rest.

And now we’re going to move you back. When
you hear “Attention,” you move your hands back down to your thighs,
fingers curled, thumbs back where the seam of your pants would be,
back straight, stomach in, tits out. Understand how these positions
go together. From Rest you can move to Attention, from Attention
you can move to Rest. Each one is a different way to display your
body, every one offers a different level of control over your
being. Each makes you mine in just one more degree. Be ready to
count, one hundred heartbeats. Be ready to give yourself to me.

Attention.

Hands in the small of your back, legs
shoulder width apart, chin up, stomach in, tits out. One hundred
heartbeats and turn the page.

Rest.

Heels together, arms straight down by your
sides, fingers curled, thumbs running vertically down your thighs.
Keep your chin up, eyes focused on that single spot on the wall.
One hundred heartbeats and turn the page.

Attention.

Very good, honey. Now that you’re getting
good at this part, it’s time to learn a new position, and the
position is “Kneel.” There are rules to this. You’re told to Kneel
only from the position of Attention, and when you are told, you’re
going to drop to your knees, right knee going down first, left leg
going down last, and otherwise it’s exactly the same as Attention.
Back straight, stomach in, tits out. Sound familiar, honey? Head
level, eyes locked on the wall. Obedience is what I want from you
right now. Obedience is what I’m going to get. One hundred
heartbeats.

Kneel.

Now to go back to Attention from Kneel is
very simple. Right leg up first, then left leg, and it’s still back
straight, stomach in, chin up, head level, eyes locked on that spot
on the wall. One hundred heartbeats.

Attention.

One hundred heartbeats.

Kneel.

Very good honey, very obedient.

Attention
.

Kneel.

Attention
.

Kneel.

And now it’s going to get good. The next
position is called “Present.” And all that’s going to happen when
you hear "Present" is you’re going to bend at the waist, bring your
body forward, with your forearms forward and your right cheek on
the ground. Think about how it’s going to feel to be commanded into
that position, honey. Think how it’s going to feel with your ass in
the air and your pussy presented. Think about how exposed you’re
going to be. Think about how you could be explored, examined,
probed, fucked. Think about how you could be whipped, on your ass,
on your cunt, on your rigid little clit, on your tempting little
anal ring.

Think about how much you’re mine. One hundred
heartbeats.

Present.

One hundred heartbeats.

Kneel.

One hundred heartbeats.

Present.

And there’s one more command, honey. One more
word to complete your obedience training, complete your conversion
from independent woman to sexual slave. And that command is “Open.”
When I tell you "Open," all you’re going to do is move your right
leg eighteen inches to the right, nothing more, nothing less. And
you’re going to be so open for me then, your wet and swollen slit
parted and glistening. You’ll be on display in the most fundamental
way, and the scent of sex is going to waft from your cunt to fill
the room. You’re going to be mine so completely, honey. You’re
going to be compelled to it, driven to it, you aren’t going to be
able to help yourself. And in fact all you wish right now is that I
would stop talking and get on with it, allow you to spread
yourself, present yourself, to prove to me just how much you’re
mine.

So do it, honey. One hundred heartbeats.

Open.

And you’re so hot like this, honey. You’re
such an easy, eager slut for me, the total sex slave, put through
your paces, obedient and obeying, pliant and compliant. You’re
ready for me now, ready for me to put my cock in you, ready for me
to fuck you, in your cunt, in your mouth, in your ass. You’re ready
for me to tie you, to whip you, to spurt my sperm all over you.
You’re ready to be used and abused, anything so long as you’re not
ignored, anything, so long as the deep need burning in your womb is
satisfied, anything, as long as you know that you're pleasing my
cock.

Anything.

And so I want just one thing from you, honey,
and that is your orgasm in this position, I want the physical proof
of your desire. I want you to slide a hand down to your clit in the
certain knowledge that moving out of position is going to earn you
a slice of the riding crop across your tight stretched ass. I want
you to do that because you need the release too much to care about
the pain, and I want your fingers going up and down on the rigid,
bursting nub of your clit so fast they’d be just a blur on any porn
director’s camera.

I want you to give it all up for me, honey,
in this most submissive of submissive positions, and I want you to
be saying my name when you do come, screaming it out, begging for
it, begging for it harder. Just think about how you look to me
right now, honey, face down, ass up, wet and spread and pleading
for it, obedient to whatever I say. Just think about how hard my
cock is right now, honey. Think about how much you’re mine, and
think about how good it’s going to be when your climax hits.