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** Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. Real life and real emotions do not follow the simple logic of fantasy. People coerced to submit sexually for love, money or something else probably won't enjoy it. This, however, often happens in fiction and this story won't be an exception. Be moral in the real world, yet exercise your imagination and fantasies in writing, art and day-dreaming. **
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The Setting
My girlfriend and I were on a walk in the woods nearby. I had brought the discussion to something I had had in mind for a while; ending our relationship. To cut a long story really short, she wanted to continue being a couple and one of the many arguments she used was that our sex life was really good. I decided to try to take advantage of this, since, after all, I had nothing to lose.
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“The sex is good” I admitted “but it's not enough to keep this relationship going - unless some serious changes are made. To keep this going, I want you to submit to me. Basically, that is, I want you to become my sex toy. This means that from now on, what we do and when we do it, is completely up to me. Submitting to me will also be of great pleasure to you, but it's going to be completely on my terms. ”
She looked dumbfounded. I don't think she completely realized what I was going for and after a short pause answered surprisingly lightly “Well, that does sound quite harsh when you put it that way, but I've enjoyed the, you know, kinkier stuff we have done so far.”
Our sex life had been rather uninhibited, even though not really far from pretty ordinary conduct. I had spanked her a bit every now and then and tied her up a couple of times. She had enjoyed it, so I guess she figured this submission would just add a bit more of the same - and that's why it seemed like she was going to answer my request in the affirmative. It was, however, the submission part she'd have the most trouble with. She had often enjoyed the idea of being “forced” to, say, endure a spanking but she would never want to just drop on all fours to be punished, on my command.
“I know you've loved getting fucked roughly but this is another level I'm talking about. I want you to do what I say, exactly the way I tell you to. I'm going to punish you, hurt you, make you do humiliating things. Do you want that? Do you want to submit to me sexually?”
“I...” she started “I'm not sure if that sounds like something I wish for, but if that's what it takes to keep us from breaking apart, then, yes. I... I will submit to you.”
I decided to test this right away and led us a bit further from the path we were walking on. I took a birch twig, swished it a few times and told her “Turn around, your ass facing me. Drop your panties and raise your skirt. Keep it up as long as I tell you to.” Surprisingly, she complied with very little hesitation and soon she stood there with her slender legs and deliciously plump buttocks on display for me. I immediately brought the stinging twig down on her buttocks, which elicited some familiar moaning. I increased the pace and intensity of the blows, which soon made her cover her ass with her hands and turn around, looking angry.
“Keep the skirt up, I said! If you want to go on with this, you will do exactly what I tell you to do. Also, you'll get 20 extra strikes for that.” After some hesitation she assumed the previous position. I went on with the birching and she moaned and winced rather vocally. She seemed to have a hard time deciding on whether she should say something or protest, or whether just try to play along this game of mine. The blows seemed to hurt but probably not too much to scare her out of this, so she played along.
Still, I figured her ass must already hurt a lot more than on our previous spanking sessions, which had been rather mild. Now I had actually used some, though not yet much, force. There were nice, red marks all over her ass. Most importantly, the look on her face was different from the previous spankings. She now looked both intrigued and a bit scared.
“Take off your shirt and bra. It's time to whip those titties of yours.” I commanded. “My tits? They're really sensitive...” she commented and didn't seem to know whether to comply or not.
“You have 20 seconds to get that shirt off and to present your breasts for my amusement. If you're not done in the time given, it's either a tit-whipping and an extra punishment - or then you can just pull your panties back up and leave. ”
She looked at me, hesitated a moment but then quickly removed her shirt.
Now her beautiful, girlishly small breasts were going to get their first taste of pain for my pleasure. I started to birch her tits with firm, stinging blows. She really had a hard time enduring the hits; her comment on the sensitivity of her breasts seemed, to my great pleasure, to be true. Each hit elicited a small, muffled scream and by the first dozen, she was sobbing. After her breasts and her cute nubs had received enough marks, I finished by forcefully rubbing the pointy twig on them to make sure every centimeter had got its share of the abuse.
Before going on with the pain, I wanted to start adding elements of humiliation, starting from small things. “Turn around, lift your leg up and show me your pussy. Open your labia with your fingers. Spread it, fondle it, make me want it.” Still shocked from the breast-birching, she complied and nervously fingered her cunt for me.
This wasn't asking much in terms of humiliation – I'd seen her cunt from close range dozens of times before – but she didn't enjoy the idea of parading it on command. I, on the other hand, found her pussy, shaven for the most part yet with some short brownish hair in a few spots, now sexier than ever. I roughly shoved a few fingers inside, which had her moaning. I took my fingers out, lifted them to her face and said “Lick them clean.” She hates the taste of her own juices somewhat but she obeyed surprisingly easily. I took enjoyment in shoving them down her throat as well.
I was ready explode at this point. I dropped my pants and pushed her down on her knees to blow me. I started face-fucking her rather roughly to make her gag but didn't go as far as making her vomit or anything. With my cock in her mouth I started to tell her what I was planning to do to her next. “When we get to my place, this won't be a game anymore. You will drop your skirt and panties and get down on the floor. Ass up, face down. I will go on with the birching we started here, yet this time it's going to hurt a lot more, in places you have not been hit before. You will obediently offer your pussy and asshole for the twig, and you will do this quietly, keeping your legs spread wide. You will not move or close your legs. After I have hit your cunt and tight pucker for some time, you will reach back and spread your labia wide to allow me to hit you straight on your most tender spots, unshielded, as hard as I want to. Do you understand?” She seemed terrified.
To my surprise, after a moment's hesitation, she looked me in the eye, turned her gaze away and silently nodded. I came in her mouth feeling really, really excited. After the blow job I said “You'll get your reward later, if, and only if, you keep on obediently doing what I tell you to. You'll be both punished and pleasured.”
We were soon heading back to my place. She said she needed to pee and proceeded to walk a bit further, away from the path. I told her to stop. “I'm not sure if water sports are my thing or not” I said “but I'd like to find out and I'll start by watching you pee. There will be more interesting things in the future, too, which we'll do if I feel like it. Now, I want you to pee here, facing me and keeping your legs spread to allow me a nice view.”
The look on her face was a confused one since this was something we had never even discussed. “Now!” I quickly added, since I didn't want to give her too much time to ponder on the situation. She knelt, blushed a bit but managed to get the liquid streaming from her beautiful pussy. I'm not sure how she must have felt at the moment; with the taste of sperm still fresh in her mouth, she was now peeing on command, with someone watching right in front of her. I brought my face close to her cunt and ideas – from peeing on her to making her drink her own piss – started pouring in. “All in good time” I thought, “all in good time”.
To be continued. Feedback is appreciated at davide(DOT)iolar[at]gmail(DOT)com.
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