I Hope You Dream About My Words

Tales to keep your mind close to mine. 35, him.

[aboutlovers]

I would untie you if I wasn't absolutely sure this is what you need the most right now.

[aboutlovers]

Everything is about sex. Except for sex.

Sex is about power.

If you're on top and you believe the power is yours, you're a fool. When I'm making my sub cry, and she doesn't say her safeword, it's clear for me who's the powerful soul in our dynamic.

Not only she's strong enough to take the worst I can give her, she has the power to stop it all. A power she rarely uses.

Most Doms wouldn't withstand 10% of what their subs do.

[aboutlovers]

Her Journey 3

I've taken away her right to cum. Patience and discipline always succeed. Next phase was to change her whole concept of sex.

Conditioning someone to give up their freedom isn't complicated at all. Most people want immediate results, which is impossible and will lead only to disappointment. If your goal is to play fun games in bed, you don't need a submissive, you want a player 2. But those who want a fully bound and devoted servant, know how to achieve complete domination.

There's a reason it all goes through sex. Sex is a taboo. Kinks are taboos. For someone to accept your deepest kinks, they must trust you almost blindly. And trust is the foundation. You can't take someone else's freedom. They must hand it over to you. They must realize that free will isn't more important than belonging to you. At this moment, I'm still relying on sex mostly, for it is a powerful weapon of dominance.

She was laying on her back as I'm eating and fingering her pussy and ass. She was reaching nirvana. I could feel her body throbbing as was close to cum. I slowed down.

- Wait!! No!! Are you stopping?? Please I'm about to cum!!

- You will be anal only for a week.

- Whatever you want!!!!!!!! Make me cum!!

I finished her and the whole block heard her screams and she soaked my face.

Later that day, watching our favorite show, entangled on the couch, half bottle of wine gone, I slid a finger between her butt cheeks.

- Let's warm you up because you have a great week ahead.

- Wait, you didn't really mean it. Right? RIGHT?

My silence was enough.

- Please I don't know if I can go a whole week.

Just my eyes staring at her

- Can we limit to once a day?

...

- Daddy...

- Tell me how the sex will be starting tomorrow.

- anal only...

Love when she gives up.

- Good girl.

We have no problem with anal at all. It's part of our liturgy, her ass is mine to use as much as her whole body. But when I force her to understand sex means anal now, she panicks, which is expected, and what I'm seeking here is to put more weight over her will. To subject her pleasure to mine.

Next morning, I'm waking up to the texture of her throat around my morning boner. I know what she's thinking and maybe it could be a good strategy if I wasn't so dedicated to ravage her ass the whole week.

She gave her best show, sucked even better than usual, and I must refrain that her blowjobs are legendary. Not more than my resilience.

- Lay next to me.

She swallowed my whole cock instantly. Her throat closing around the tip, her warm mouth was heaven and a trap.

- I won't say it again.

She went for the balls, my cock and her face soaked in her saliva and I had to pull her by the hair and violently lay her on the bed, ass up face down. Two seconds later, I was as deep into her ass as I was into her throat. She didn't even try to fight. It was pointless.

Half hour and an anal creampie later, I got off bed.

- If you don't listen, your prize will be violence.

- Are you trying to scare me Daddy?

Her grin was a perfect fit for the sight of her ass still full of hot cum.

- I don't need to try.

I was working from home that day and was excited to fuck her ass to death this week. And she knew it. Unfortunately she had to work.

That night I had no problem to fuck her ass. We had sex almost as usual, but anal only. Same positions, same intensity. She came just as hard and apparently this was easier than expected. Perhaps the morning fuck got her ready, or it still felt like routine, you know, first day. I was excited for the rest of the week.

Then Tuesday came.

- Daddy my butt hurts.

- How bad?

- Bad enough.

- Let me see it.

She laid on her stomach, ass up and spread her ass. So beautiful. So perfect. I took a closer look and it looked fine. I gave her hole a kiss

- Is this where it hurts sweetie?

- Yes daddy.

I kept kissing and licking. Fingering her pussy all the way.

- Does it still hurt sweetie?

- y... yes....

I felt she was about to cum. So I laid her on her side

- Dad... Daddy what

I didn't even reply. As her orgasm was fading , I slowly shoved my cock into her ass, rubbing her clit in circular moves.

- DaaaaaddyAAAAAAAAAA

Her tight butt hole suffocated my cock and almost tore it in half. She came even harder than last night.

- How is sex going to be this whole week slut?

- Anal only. Anal. Only.

- Good slut. - I said, filling her ass with thick load.

The week went by wonderfully. No arguing. No debating. The only difference from past week was the tightness of the hole. But every other aspect felt the same.

On the next Monday I woke up to the sight of her naked sleeping butt facing me. I heard its call and in the next second she was moaning as I ate her ass and pussy. When I felt it was the time, I slid my cock into her warm butt hole. It was natural.

Anal only lasted another 4 days. I missed the texture of her pussy around my cock immensely.

- OH MY!

- Yes sweetheart. You have a pussy, remember?

- I have whatever you want daddy.

- Good girl.

Conditioning successful.

[aboutlovers]

I have a need. You have a purpose. Might sound confusing at first but as I take you through our journey you'll find meaning in your purpose and realize that's what you need.

I need to use you in my terms. Your purpose is to abide, regardless of anything.

I promise you: if you follow my lead, you'll discover there's more to life than the chains of free will.

A peaceful and happy mind means no obligation and simple tasks.

[aboutlovers]

It's been exactly 31 days since the last time I fucked your pussy. A whole month.

The first days you'd keep an angry face, which required a face fuck to put you down before I drilled your butt. Oh, the drama. We both know you have the Anal Whore DNA in your blood.

Next you tried to hide the spasms as you came with your ass filled. But your creamy pussy couldn't lie sweetie. It's almost a polygraph.

Now, successfully conditioned, I know a way to make you cum even faster: spreading your soaked little pussy as a reminder of how long its been since my cock paid a visit.

And you'll never know if you became an anal only slut forever until I fuck your cunt again.

[aboutlovers]

The therapist asked if I was happy

She thought I paused because I wasn't sure but instead I was remembering all the reasons why you make me so happy.

The way you kiss me before I wake up. How you stand up for yourself and the strength you carry within. The soft melody of your moans when I'm inside your always warm, always wet little pussy.

The countless times we were late for work because we got too entangled in the goodbye kiss. Not rarely ending up with you half naked, boobs carelessly out of the shirt and pants below the knee as I fucked you doggy roughly.

- Yes. I'm happy. Very much so.

I left the session and headed home. You were on the couch, watching TV, wearing nothing but pink panties. I took you over and we kissed passionately. And as my fingers danced through and inside you I felt the urge to tell you.

- You're my happiness sweetheart.

Wasn't my intention, honestly, but you came almost immediately.

[aboutlovers]

Bed time with your favorite lullaby:

Oxygen deprivation and my cock deep into your pussy as you cum your way into sleep.

Good night sweetheart.

[aboutlovers]

Do you remember when you used to struggle? When your blistering eyes begged for a break?

Do you remember baby? When half cock was your limit and your gag reflex was stronger than your dedication?

Feels like ages ago right?

Look at you now. Throat fully functional, finally becoming what you were born to be.

You know what you are don't you?

And you should be proud.

[aboutlovers]

Her Journey #2

In case you haven't read the beginning of Her Journey, use #herjoruney to find and read it.

First we agreed she'd have to tell me whenever she played with her pussy and came. It was clear her pussy belonged to me.

I had established it through daily reminders and occasional punishments, which were rare after a few weeks, for the rule was already a part of her daily life.

Months passed, I had complete control over her orgasms routine. No message, no orgasm. That's when I started to make her cum in the end of the day in case she haven't sent the message.

Weeks passed, she was masturbating and cumming daily. Once at least. No matter if we fucked or not. She needed it. Her brain was accepting the new programing.

She was addicted.

The messages start arriving 2, 3, I even got 6 messages in a day. It was a pleasure to watch her mind so overwhelmed by the new habit, her body couldn't fight anymore.

It was time for Step Two.

I told her to choose one day in the week. Not Saturday or Sunday. That day would be mine and she was not allowed to cum. She freaked out but knew she had no choice. She chose Wednesday.

- What if I fail?

- Then you won't be able to cum Thursday and Friday

- Even if we fuck?

- Even if we fuck.

- That's not fair.

- Who decides what's fair?

- You do.

- Good slut.

- Thank you Sir.

On Wednesdays I'd tease her to death. I'd trigger her deepest kinks and desires, guiding her brain to the impossible outcome. She suffered. She struggled but made through the first week. Not being able to cum for 2 days was a nightmare.

Of course she failed eventually, we both knew it'd happen. I waited until the perfect moment afteshe was most desperate to propose a pardon.

- Give me one more day and I will let you cum tomorrow and Friday.

- Another day forever?

- Yes

- Monday

- It's done.

From that moment on she understood. It was a matter of time until I took over her right to cum, the same habit I consolidated into her routine and mind. Now I'm taking it away after it's became so fundamental.

It's beautiful.

4 months after I take the Monday, I owned all her days. In order to cum she'd have to ask for permission. When denied, she'd do anything to change my mind. It's the nature of a slut. Her pussy was so constantly wet from all the tease I subdued her to, it's was impossible not to beg everyday.

This was just the beginning. I needed to put her into a position of submission so deep, she'd hardly question my commands. Whoever owns your orgasms, owns your life.

There's nothing she wouldn't do. And I had a lot to request.

The key to full domination is patience.

[aboutlovers]

- What are you?

- A slut sir.

She flies straight to the floor before her next breath exhales. The weight of my hand still alive on her face in the form of 5 red finger shaped marks. She's already sobbing.

- Whose slut?

- yours Sir.

- Get up.

I take her hand gently and bring her close to my chest.

- You're also my precious little princess

[aboutlovers]

Not a person.

This training is mandatory for personality obliteration. The slut must understand her senses are useless.

Blindfolded with ears covered, her world becomes a planet of abuse. The only senses allowed are the ones necessary for conditioning: smell, taste and touch.

Why see and hear if you're a helpless piece of meat? Why move if you are there to serve? Why speak if this you call a mouth is in fact a fuck hole?

These sessions will assure she understands her true meaning: She's useless and being fucked is the best thing that could ever happen to her.

When completed, she won't even be a slut anymore. She'll be less than human.

And fulfilled.

[aboutlovers]

That was one of the most important nights of her life.

Standing in front of all those people, lecturing them, explaining her theory and findings, years of research and dedication. She was terrified.

I told her she'd handle it majestically but of course she couldn't help being anxious.

- I'll be there baby. You've got this.

- Do I?

- If you knew yourself as much as I do, you'd never question it.

And there she was. Firm. Sure. Big. On the top of the world. A crowded room hypnotized by my queen's words. I knew she'd do it.

I took her for a walk at the beach later. Her happiness was a Sun on that black night. We danced, we laughed, we kissed.

- Thank you for trusting and supporting me.

- I never have a doubt you'd crush them all babe.

- You're my fortress.

- And you're my castle. Are you hungry sweetie?

- STARVING!!!

We stopped by her favorite place to celebrate and at home I remember we made love but honestly, seeing her so full of herself was the highest point of the night.

[aboutlovers]

I've never shown respect for you because I have always seen beneath your disguise. Even before you did.

Looking down at people, judging their liberties, their actions. I saw how your grudge translated into envy. You wanted to be as free as they were.

I was dedicated taking you down constantly so you'd seek my approval as I was impossible to satisfy. Everyday at work, you were always wrong, you're never enough. And even if you perfect, I had a way of making you feel worthless.

You hated me.

And that's the plan.

When I called you into my office this last time, I realized you were ready for the finale. Perfectly conditioned beyond your knowledge and the need of a reward from me was bringing you to the edge.

- Close the door behind you. We have serious issues to discuss.

The way your eyes trembled was a additional joy for my pride. You calmly closed and locked the door, hands shaking, and walked towards my desk.

- Sit.

I got up and walked around the desk, siting in front of you. Looking down on you, the weight of my eyes were overwhelming.

- I'm tired of you fucking up. Why is it so hard for you to do anything right?

- I'm/

I put my hand over your mouth.

- I am speaking. Apologize.

- I'm... I'm sorry.

- Do not interrupt me again. I know what happens to you. It's the burden you carry everyday. The burden of your envy. You see happiness in people and you can't simply accept you deserve it too. You don't allow yourself to enjoy simple things in life and this narrows your vision. You can't do anything right because you're too busy being a bitch.

You didn't say a word. Almost about to cry.

"Good girl", I thought in silence.

- Do you want to earn a compliment from me? You're allowed to speak now.

In tears, you answered.

- Yes.

- When was the last time you sucked a cock?

- I'm sorry, wh/

I get so close to you, you feel your breath rebounding on my pants, my bulge almost touching your face.

- When. Was. The. Last. Time. You. Sucked. A. Cock?

- I... I don't know... Maybe 6 months.

- How do you expect to perform with excellence if you do not allow yourself the tiniest pleasure? Do you like sucking cock?

- Yes, I do.

- Do you want to be better at your fucking work?

- Yes, I do.

- I see the slut inside you. The whore you're too afraid of being.

You try to get up, I force you back

- Sit the fuck down.

Your eyes are shaking. Blistering.

- How many times did you cum thinking about me?

- More than I wish I had.

- You hate me.

- Yes - you replied, as tears ran down your face

- And yet you want me to acknowledge your efforts

- Yes.

- Open my pants and take my cock out.

You don't question, don't argue. In a few seconds my cock is hard on your hand.

- Fill your mouth with it and do not stop until I tell you to. You are a slut now. Suck it.

You start slow, trying to do your best as you know there's no turning back. As you put my cock in and out of your mouth, all the mean words and humiliation I brought upon you came back to your mind, and these memories driven you towards a fierce and violent blowjob. Drool flowing down your mouth, my cock deep inside your throat in what turned into an extreme face fuck session.

15 minutes later, you were on your knees, mouth wide open as I fed you a hot and thick load of cum. That's when you came back to your senses. But now, without regret.

- You have finally made me proud.

- Thank you Sir.

- You know what you are?

- A whore Sir.

- Whores are happier than bitches. Do you understand now?

- Yes Sir. Thank you very much. Can I be useful in any other way?

- Not now. Get out of my office.

- Yes Sir.

I've never seen you smile before that day.

[aboutlovers]

I take punishment quite seriously.

You're not supposed to enjoy, you're not supposed to have fun.

You must hate it.

You must avoid it.

You must fear it.

Real punishment leaves scars and traumas. And through those you learn and evolve.

You know the difference between the punishment and the game and you know when you're crossing the line. So beware sweetie.

I love being your caring master. But being your worst nightmare is an offer I can't refuse

[aboutlovers]

Our safe word is Lollipop.

I remember every single time she had to use it. Weren't many, I confess. She can handle more than she knows.

One particular night, however, comes back to my mind rather often, bringing alongside a sense of guilt and a urge to hug her tight. I still apologize for it till today, I don't know exactly why, since she's taken way worse from me.

I was face fucking her as usual, it's one of our hobbies. A nice hotel room, just the two of us enjoying a sloppy, violent and loving moment. I tend to slap her face hard when fucking her mouth, it's routine. And she takes it gladly.

That night though, I let the excitement get the best of me. She loves when I lose control, when the rage unleashes and the monster is allowed to walk on the surface. And she knows all the signs.

My slut, my lovely little whore, she doubles her efforts when I'm on rage mode. She loves setting me free. So when her throat became nothing but a warm hole for my hard violent thrusts, I could see the smile in her eyes, for her mouth was too busy to grin.

Then I took my cock out and slapped so loud it echoed throughout the room. She was up again in a second but not faster than the second blow. She took two seconds to recover but another came. Suddenly the face fucking turned into a violent face slap session and she wasn't able to get up again. That's when she screamed, crying.

LOLLIPOP! LOLLIPOP!

I froze. The monster vanished. My baby girl was crying. One hand covering her face as the other was up against me, trying to protect from the herself from the next strike. I was devastated. I couldn't believe what I had just done.

I lied next to her and brought her to my arms. She was sobbing and I almost cried as well. I begged for her forgiveness because hurting her is the last thing I intend to do in my life. I still couldn't believe it.

- I'm sorry daddy. I'm sorry.

- No baby, it's my fault. I shouldn't have been so violent. I'm sorry I let the monster out.

- No daddy, no. I'm here so you can be free. It's just that the last slap hit my ear and it hurt really bad.

- I'm sorry baby, I'm so fucking sorry. I'll never/

- No. Don't even say that. I'm yours. I know you didn't mean to hurt me. I was scared because my ear hurt.

- It'll never happen again sweetie. I promise.

- Let's hope not but there are consequences for enjoying your rage. And I want you as a whole. Not a fraction.

- I love you.

- I love you too daddy.

- Do you want to rest? Order some pizza?

- No. I want you to fuck me.

- Say no more.

We fucked tenderly and lovely that night. I felt extremely lucky and extremely guilt, as I do until today. As she said, there are consequences for letting the monster loose. And if you're not ready to give your sub all your love, save your violence for yourself.

[aboutlovers]

Do you really understand what freedom means?

When you read about submission and domination, what do you see? Can you realize a fully dominated sub has more freedom than you imagine?

Ever crossed your mind that gifting something so dear and important to someone you trust is one of the most liberating acts one can do? Having full control of your life and choosing to hand it over means you are no longer trapped into the individuality cage. You understand freedom as the power to choose submission.

And you know, as does your master, this is a responsibility and an honor. And above all else, your free will must be returned to you without question if you choose to take it back.

Submission is the highest form of freedom

[aboutlovers]

You don't know how you got here

You don't know how long you've been here

You don't know how many times you've came

You don't know your age, your name, your life

You don't know when cumming started to hurt

You know you have a cunt, and you know it's sore

You know you are here to cum, and you're about to cum again

And yet you can't remember how you got here

As far as you're know, you live to cum and cum is your life