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She dreams of being overpowered. Taken. Owned. Conquered.

A hand around the throat, squeezing hard enough to invoke fear, but firm enough to allow surrender.

Slaps that deliver impact driven pain.

Pain that will also illicit pleasure.

Forceful penetration.

To have a cock driven deep inside of her, whilst being made to stare into the others eyes.

Thrusts that force themselves into her.

Stretching, filling, driving, owning.

Force that creates a mixture of moans blended with groans.

The sounds of pure and unadulterated raw lust.

She dreams of being overwhelmed in her arousal.

An arousal that is born from brutal invasion of body and mind.

So brutally forceful that flight or fight kicks in.

The mind pushes for the need to stop, overridden by the bodies desire to continue...

To control a woman’s subconscious through breathplay and to create real fear within her, whilst using her throat for your own pleasure.

Control gained by negotiated consent to use her how you see fit.

To fucking use her forcefully, hurting but not harming.

To create a psychological barrier of fear, so real at the time, that it consumes her.

Teaching her about what being really used actually means.

The consequences of reality overtaking her simple fantasy as you deliver her with your brutality.

Feeling her struggle as your cock fills her throat.

She knows you won’t relent as you use her selfishly for your own pleasure.

Her breathing is of insignificance, your entire focus is on selfish pleasure as you feel the head and shaft of your cock, slide in and out, enjoying the texture of the inside of her throat.

Enjoying the grip of her throat on your cock as the involuntary spasms begin to take hold of her.

To listen to her violently gag from being so full, the tears, drool and mess dribbling from her mouth, nose and eyes, down her chin and over her bare chest.

To feel her struggle as her oxygen begins to deplete. The urgency and need to breathe beginning to make her panic.

Her arms rise up to fight against you, trying to push against your body to leverage ability to breathe.

Pinning and holding her arms above her head, disabling her ability to push back against you and pinning her head between your groin and the wall as you force your way deeper into her throat, stretching her, filling her, fucking her.

She is at the point of no return, a wild look of desperation in her eye as her need to breathe consumes her.

You smile as you look down at her, knowing you control her everything, her all, the very outcome that could potentially mean life or death.

You growl the words ”Today you’re nothing more than my personal fucking fleshlight…”

Her eyes widen even more as her foggy brain untangles the words and recognition of reality hits her.

You force your cock in deeper, the need to cum building into a crescendo of brutal, deep thrusts.

You erupt forcefully as you unload thick streams into her throat, fucking her face and throat relentlessly, as she literally teeters on a fight for her life.

Psychological and physical control.

Fear.

Breath play by cock.

So much fucking fun…

She’s not willing to submit to just anyone that simply calls themselves Dominant. For some people, to be Dominant is like going to an exhibition or convention. Walk into the room, throw on a name badge, insert the Dominant title, assume the role.

To those described above, Dominance is just role play and nothing more. Not because they don’t want it to be more. Simply because they don’t understand it, nor feel it, therefore it cannot naturally occur within them and as a result, the nuances that occur with the exchange of power cannot transfer across to another. For some it’s just a mask they put on for a temporary period, during sessions or sexual play.

If they can’t feel it as the Capital in the slash, I guarantee you that the submissive cannot feel it.

As a submissive, she wants so much more than to just submit. She wants to feel owned. To feel secure. To feel overwhelmed with emotional attachment that drives her need to submit. To serve. To pleasure. To service her Dominant.

She wants to feel the richness found in a dynamic. A richness that is rare, exquisite and beautiful in formation. She thrives on the structure that naturally flows through that dynamics power exchange.

Some would be Dominants will try to force their submissive to be a filthy little whore. With a natural energy flow found within the beauty of a D/s dynamic, she should feel the need to want to be your whore, not be forced to be one. Her submission is about giving you her entirety.

It should never be about resisted force of mental or physical. Resistance occurs when comfort zones no longer exist and limits are breached. Force in kink is about the ebb and flow of power, as he takes what she willingly wants to give.

To make her feel like a rag doll, yet still secure enough to feel significant, protected, respected and cared for. Force in kink is about being in tune with the other party and pushing boundaries to elicit a mixture of fear and lust.

To bring her to life inside, knowing what’s coming, but not knowing how it will be delivered. To make her want to feel you physically and mentally Dominate and control her. To take her power, without her even realising it.

To whisper an order and she succumbs to the need to fulfil that task in effort to please you, no matter the level of comfort or discomfort she feels while completing that task. All that matters to her is completing it and fulfilling your desires. To service you as she serves you.

She needs to feel owned, in order to give you her all and her everything…

The way he drove his cock in hard and fast, her greedy little cunt gripping him and milking his seed deep inside of her as she feels her own orgasm begin to rip through her…

The nasty brings gasps to her lips. Being manhandled and fucked every which way but Sunday. Being spanked. Being tormented. Being fucked relentlessly. Being mind fucked, controlled and owned. Being taken in a lust filled whirlwind of passion. Orgasm after orgasm delivered.

It was all wonderful. But what she cherished most, was the protection she felt when snuggled in his arms. The way he reached out and pulled her into him. How her body slid perfectly into his. The feeling of safety in an aftercare embrace where the world around her just disappears.

The type of embrace where she can close her eyes and the troubles of the world vanish. In that embrace, nothing can penetrate their world. The worries, the anxiety, the concerns all fade away to non existent whilst in his arms.

The type of embrace that completely envelops her and silently screams you are mine… An embrace so powerful that it calms and subdues her internal struggles. An embrace that allows her to finally understand inner peace, love and tranquility.

The type of embrace where she knows she has finally found her home…

Touch her. Tease her. Taunt her. Turn her into a breathless mess of desperation.

Watch and enjoy her becoming a desperate, begging little whore.

Tease her with your cock. Rub it gently against her cunt. Feel her wetness. Listen to her moans as her desperation leaks from her mouth, while your cock rubs against her clitoris.

Order her to beg for your cock. Deny her. Tease her more. Feel her body come alive as that desperate need for cock takes hold of her.

Push her legs back over her head. Open her holes for easy access. Grip a fistful of hair and pull her head forcefully forward, so she can watch as you take her, stretch her and fill her wet, needy cunt.

It’s time to feed that desperate little whore...

She was angry. Pissed at him. His hand is lightning fast. Grabbing her by the back of her head, turning her towards the bed. He pins her onto the bed, face down.

He positions her. Head pushed down, ass in the air. Perfect position for easy access to her cunt.

He begins finger fucking her, while pushing her head into the bed. She’s reaching backwards, her hands wrapped around his, trying desperately to release his grip.

The first orgasm tears through her body. As it washes over her body, she feels something inserted into her ass. Round balls. Anal beads sliding in.

She tries to resist. To fight and get enough leverage to push herself up. His strength is too much. He holds her prone. Face down on the bed. Working the toy in and out of her ass. Fucking her with the toy.

She fights harder, as he increases the pressure and thrust. Involuntarily she cums. She has never cum from anal before, far less a toy fucking her ass. The monumental force of him using her, together with her trying to fight has caused a reaction that makes her cum.

Four orgasms later, he leans forward whispering in her ear.

“So much for you not wanting this you fucking little whore. That dripping cunt is betraying you, isn’t it…”

She remains silent, refusing to respond to him. He pushes the toy in deeper than anything has ever penetrated her before. She cries out loudly as another orgasm rips through her body.

His mouth still close to her ear, he growls the words

“Who do you fucking belong to, you slutty little whore. Who owns your fucking orgasms…”

She moans as another orgasm builds within her, consuming her completely.

”You Sir. I belong to you. Only you.”