Something from deep within your psyche screams. Demanding that you show some self respect, prove that you are more than just a toy to be ordered about and used. The defiance spreads; with every heart beat you gather the strength that you will need to defy my commands and face the punishment. But as soon as I tell you to “Be a good girl and undress for me.” your treasonous pussy starts to thrum. It sends echoes of desperation ringing along your nerves, making your hands move before you have a chance to stop them. They undo two of the buttons on your blouse before you realize what’s happening. The voice of pride tries to rally, to remind you that its your body, and you are in control. But it has become less than a whisper, drowned out by the desperate, pulsing song coming from between your thighs. You can see my eyes, lingering with domineering hunger as you take off your blouse and let it drift down to the floor. Unbidden, your hands move to your hips, unzipping your skirt. You roll it down, but the fabric is still tight enough that you have to wriggle to get out, adding to the show you put on for my enjoyment. As you reach behind your back to unclasp your bra, your hands start shaking. You cannot tell if its apprehension at revealing a secret and tender part of your body, or excitement at being fucked that makes you tremble. In truth, fear and desire may no longer be separate emotions. You let your bra slide down to reveal your breasts, and find yourself suddenly conscious of the way that your chest heaves every time you inhale. You don’t hook your thumbs into your panties, they just go there and begin to roll the fabric down your hips. Only when I tell you to “Stop.” do you realize what’s happening. Instantly and instinctively, your hands freeze at my command; your whole body tenses, awaiting my next order. I don’t give it right away. For a few seconds I savour the way that you, that your flesh and nerves and your whole body long to obey. The rhythmic pulse of need from your pussy turns my words into witchcraft that overrides your will. Finally, I tell you to “Turn around, show me that ass while you strip.” The spell works, and before you know what’s happening you’re facing the wall. You almost feel my eyes running up your backside as you slide your panties down your legs. I let you step out of them before ordering you to “Face me.” My gaze, shining with carnivorous desire, rolls up and down your naked body. You draw a long, shuddering breath, heart beating a fast and steady rhythm of fear. Your cunt throbs the slow, relentless beat of needy lust as I look you over. After a few drawn out seconds I order you to “Come here. Crawl to me, like a good whore.” Your mind is quiet as you sink to your knees. Even the defiant voice that called you to rebellion has surrendered. Your body crawls forward with slow, sexy movements displaying your animal lust and needy compliance. You are little more than a passenger, carried along by flesh that heeds no command but mine. You’re almost at my feet when I tell you to “Stop.” and order “Head down.” Compelled by the dark magic of my voice, you lower your shoulders and lift your hips in sensual obeisance. You cannot see very much with your head against the carpet, but the slow pace of my footsteps as I circle you make it clear that I am assessing your surrendered body; whether the most intimate parts of you are fit to use for my pleasure. You can also hear something soft tapping gently against my leg, a whispered promise of the pain I will inflict. Even knowing that you will suffer, you cannot find the power to move the body that no longer seems to belong to you. I stop, and the first stinging impact of the flogger falls across the vulnerable skin of your proffered ass. The next one follows quickly, and another after that. The pain builds, an agonizing heat that calls you back to your body. You have no power to defy me but still feel the clear, bright pain of every lash. Each blow is a flash of lightning on your skin, but some reach deeper, below the surface to leave a smouldering bruise that you will carry for days. The storm of the tresses upon your ass does not relent. Pain joins the need in your body; burning, drowning, erasing your thoughts. You whimper in your suffering, feel yourself twitching in an effort to mitigate the torment. Every time you exhale, its a little closer to being a sob. You never think them, but the words “Please, sir. Please Mercy.” fall past your lips. The painful storm of the flogger abates, and I circle around to the front of you. My fingers lace through your hair and, with a long, steady pull I lift your head from the floor. You look at me with pleading eyes as I ask “Does my little whore need a break?” In a patronizing voice. “Yes. Please, sir.” You beg abjectly. “Please. I can’t take—” “But torturing you is so much fun.” I smile wickedly “Why would I want to stop?” “Be...because...” You stammer “I... I’ve been so good. I did everything you told me. I took off my clothes, for you, sir. I stripped for you; I crawled like a good little whore. I—” “And if I stop the pain you’ll do whatever it takes to please me?” I ask, pressing my thumb past your lips, into the warmth of your mouth. Your head moves up and down, whether you’re nodding voluntarily or just following the motion of my arm, you do not know. “There’s a good girl.” I say in answer to your silent surrender. The leather of the collar is soft, and strangely comforting, against the skin of your throat. The cold steel of the chain rattles softly as I guide you to the bed. You remain on all fours, walked like some beautiful and obliging pet, until I lift you to your feet. Faster than you can think I bend you to the mattress and spread your legs. You gasp as my cock presses into your body. With each thrust there is a rush and burst of pleasure. I pull the leash tight and make you take me as deep as you can, listening to your needy, ecstatic moans as the pleasure you have stripped and crawled and grovelled for comes flooding in. You whimper and squirm, feeling my hand around your neck and my cock stretching your desperate pussy. With a long moan of atavistic release you come like a whore all over my cock.