Submission: Body High – Control Lost (L)

The insistent buzz of the alarm clock ripped me from a fitful sleep, the remnants of last night clinging to me like a humid blanket. Cindy was already stirring, her movements slow and deliberate as she navigated the confines of the bedroom. The scent of lavender and something else, something primal and undeniably hers, filled the air. Last night had been a revelation, a brutal unveiling of our shared desires, and the memory of her yielding body still pulsed beneath my skin.

“Last night was so hot, I’m glad you finally took me there,” she murmured, her voice husky with pleasure and exhaustion. It wasn't just the heat, though. It was the complete and utter surrender she’d offered, the trust she’d placed in me to guide her into depths she hadn’t known existed. “Training isn’t done babe,” I replied, my voice low and gravelly, pulling myself from the bed and stretching my limbs, savoring the lingering sensations.

I could feel her shudder, a ripple of anticipation that ran through her entire being. My eyes still closed, I continued, my voice a low rumble against her ear. “Are you game to give up control of your body for the next few days? I take you anytime, anywhere.” It wasn’t a question, more of a declaration, a promise of complete domination. The thought of having her entirely at my disposal, a willing participant in my twisted games, sent a shiver of both excitement and darkness through me.

She kissed my cheek, her lips soft and hesitant before finally relaxing into a genuine smile. "Don’t let me say no." The challenge hung in the air, a silent invitation to push her further, to explore the limits of her pleasure and pain.

First Lesson: Take It Anywhere

The morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating the mundane routine of washing dishes. Cindy stood at the sink, her movements efficient and practiced, yet her mind clearly elsewhere. She was probably contemplating a few days off, perhaps a trip to the grocery store, but those thoughts quickly dissolved as I entered her periphery. I stalked up behind her, my senses heightened, tracking her every move. With a swift, decisive action, I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her back against me with a commanding force.

“Spread your legs,” I ordered, my voice a low growl. It wasn’t meant to be cruel, but rather to assert my dominance, to strip away any remaining resistance. She hesitated, her breath catching in her throat, but the trust she’d placed in me was too strong to ignore. Her knees buckled slightly as she obeyed, opening herself to me, surrendering her body to my will.

Good. She was learning, adapting, becoming more attuned to my desires. This was the core of our training – not just physical pleasure, but the complete and utter obedience that fueled my twisted fantasies.

Second Lesson: Wetness Isn’t Shame

I yanked her pajama shorts down to her ankles, exposing her dripping little pussy to the cold kitchen air. The contrast between the warmth of her skin and the chill of the room was both unsettling and stimulating. I wet two fingers with my mouth, savoring the salty tang of her sweat, before sliding them into her without warning. The moment my flesh made contact with her delicate flesh, she arched her back, her body tensing with anticipation.

I curled them up, moving fast, grinding into that sweet swollen spot deep inside her. Her thighs shook immediately, a silent plea for release. I didn’t stroke softly, instead opting for a rough, insistent rhythm, using the heel of my palm to grind into her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the brink. The sounds were obscene, a symphony of pleasure and panic, sticky, messy, beautiful.

“You hear that, baby? That’s the sound of your body giving up for me.” My voice was low and laced with venom, a confirmation of my power, a reminder of her complete submission. She whimpered and tried to pull away, but my grip tightened, holding her firmly in place.

I shoved her harder into the sink, forcing her to remain in a position of vulnerability. “No running. You take it.” The words were a command, a final decree, sealing her fate within our twisted dynamic.

Third Lesson: Surrender the Flood

She started gasping, her body convulsing with a desperate need to release the torrent building within her. I knew the signs now – the shaking hips, the clenched thighs, the desperate little noises. “Let it go, Cin. Squirt for me. Right fucking now.” My voice was a primal roar, urging her to abandon all inhibitions and give in to the overwhelming pleasure.

Her body seized, and then the first hot gush exploded from her, soaking my hand, splattering the floor, dripping down her thighs. It was a perfect, uninhibited release, a testament to her willingness to submit. I laughed – low and dark – because God, she’s perfect like this. A broken, beautiful mess, completely devoted to my twisted desires.

Her body jerked violently, her knees giving out as she lost her balance. Her voice wrecked and raw as she sobs my name, a desperate plea for comfort and release. She was lost in the throes of her own pleasure, a willing participant in my control.

Aftermath: Revel in the Mess

I dragged her down to her knees in the puddle she made, the scent of her sweat and arousal clinging to the air. I tangled my fingers in her wet hair and tilted her face up to look at me, savoring her vulnerability. “Look what you did, Cin. Look how perfect you are for me.” My voice dripped with possessiveness, a declaration of ownership.

I shoved two fingers into her mouth, slick with her own flood, and she sucked them without hesitation, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. Good girl. Her hand went to my cock, but I moved it aside, bending over to kiss her forehead. My filthy little wife, soaked and broken and perfect. She was mine, completely and utterly, and the knowledge fueled my darkest desires. The sounds of her ragged breathing, the scent of her arousal, the feeling of her body trembling beneath my touch – it was all a delicious, intoxicating symphony of dominance and submission, a testament to the twisted pleasure we found in each other’s surrender. The training was far from over, but tonight, we had taken a significant step further down the rabbit hole, deeper into the depraved world of our shared fantasies. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

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