entwined

”I want you, my slut”. My voice, breath both tickling and warming the lope of your ear, is the first indication that I’m awake as well and must have noticed you laying against me for a while now; our bodies close, your breath, and the altered rhythm of it, of you, as intimate to me as our entwined nakedness.

My cock is already squeezing into the cleft of your buttocks. By accident; common nocturnal excitement in our spooning… or by the plans for you brewing in my half-slumber?

My hand is clutching your breast now, fingers half-digging into its softness, finding and catching a stiffening nipple. Applying pressure until I hear the whimper I know will come and I pull my slut from for the use I intend for her.

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“Such a sloppy cunt already” I whisper into your ear as I make you slide down onto my cock without raising or sitting up, your body sliding intimately onto mine. Your tight folds are spreading slickly around my hardness, your warmth enveloping me slowly, deeply, nudged on so I feel you taking all of me with a small moan.

I am content keeping you like that for quite a long time, enjoying the absolute nearness of you, the way whatever goes on with my girl goes from your cunt to my cock. My fingers are slowly playing with a bit of hair over your shoulder, a fingernail teasing you ever so slightly. My lips brush yours, lightly, giving you only the taste of the kiss I know my slut is longing for before my free hand pulls your hair, making you lift your head, your torso.

“Hurt for me, my sweet slut” I hotly groan in the darkness, my fingers finding your breast, your nipple, catching, pinching, twisting viciously. I enjoy the feeling of your body shivering against mine, your cunt both contracting and creaming with your pain. “My beautiful masochist” I breathe out, fingers nudging you to make you slowly grind your way up and down my cock, your slick tightness almost letting go of me before sinking in deeper, my fingers still tormenting your nipple, relieving the pressure only briefly before pinching and twisting again.

We fuck and you hurt for hours in the dark.

ready

I smile at your pain as I run my fingers over one of the red stripes I painted over the paleness of your inner thigh. The cane is now lying in my lap. I notice the tremor at the pain – or the intimacy? - of my caressing your welts so close to your core. My eyes rise to yours from the deliciousness of your thighs and the spread puffiness of your femininity that you present to me so openly.

I love the way your eyes look up at me at times like this. I love the mixture of pleading, anxiety and lust you emit when you know that I know that I can do anything. When you’ve given and you know I’m going to take. I run my hand over the pussy that is presented to me, my fingers spreading your blood-engorged labia and pushing softly into your moistness; I feel your cunt rising to my caress and I smile into your eyes as I know both of us noticed.

“Ready to hurt for me again already, slut?” I smile, my fingers lingering against your sensitive core as I smile, watching your eyes as I lift the palm of my hand from your cunt before I bring it down harshly.

Distinctions regarding obedience

Obedience involving choice (conscious obedience)

Types of obedience not limiting freedom

Obedience of inclination: You obey because you are asked something that you actually want. You are turned on, yearn to feel a cock in you and you are asked to take a cock in you. Obedience is something you choose and you are doing what you would have done anyway.

Obedience of inspiration: You obey because you realize that you want what you are ordered as you are so ordered. The order, and the hotness of the non-negotiable, may make you want things you would not otherwise as easily want; you might find yourself instantly turned on and ready for sexual use as you are ordered to make yourself available. But obedience is still a choice, and an easy one, because you now want exactly what you are ordered to.

Obedience of facilitation: It may be easier to do something you want, but would otherwise be inhibited in doing because you are so ordered. The fact that there’s someone ordering you makes it easier to do things that you want, but that are pushing it a little for you. In addition dominance, being given orders, might in itself excite you in a way that makes you ready to do more than you would otherwise. Obedience is something you choose, and you are enabled to choose something that you want, but that would not have been possible without you having been ordered to.

Types of obedience limiting freedom

Obedience of compulsion: You obey because there’s a consequence in disobedience. You know that if you don’t do what is said you’ll be punished or otherwise sanctioned. You choose to obey because you need to avoid the discipline you will face if you don’t.

Obedience of commitment to your dominant: You obey because you have chosen that you want to submit to your dominant. You have given someone that power, and he may ask something that you don’t really want but that you chose to do because it’s important to you to honor your choice and the submission you have given him. You choose to obey because you feel you are would otherwise betray your commitment to your dominant.

Obedience of commitment to your submission: Similarly to the above you obey because you have committed to submit. You have given up power and it is deep in you that you want to submit and to do it well, and you have to live up to that – for your own sake. It is a more impersonal commitment that has less to do with your relationship to your dominant and more to do with your own personal growth and identity and how you see yourself. Your submission is a sort of institution that you need to uphold by being obedient. You choose today because you would otherwise betray your commitment to yourself.

Obedience not involving choice (subconscious obedience)

Obedience of instinct: You obey because you’re so used to obeying that you think before you act. Think of military drill or extensive position training and the way you are so used to instant obedience that your body reacts before your mind. Obedience is not an (active) choice because you will already be in the process of obeying when you start to consider whether you actually want to obey. It’s still possible that you might actively choose to disobey and literally ‘stop yourself’ from obeying.

Obedience of scope of action: You obey because your instructions shape the way you are thinking. Disobedience is simply unthinkable, not because you reason that you must or because you are committed to the choice of submission, but because not obeying is unthinkable… it violates something in you on a very deep level that’s not as concrete as the above. Obedience is not a choice because there does not seem to be a choice to you. To be free not to obey would take extensive work, as it would take re-programming parts of your subconscious or at the very least active support in recognizing and realizing options other than obedience.

Combinations

Some of all of the above: You may obey, because it’s something you’d probably do anyway and definitely want and need now that you are inspired by your order. The ordering may at the same time lesson your inhibitions making it even easier to say ‘yes Master’. In addition you may know you’d be punished if you did not obey and you wouldn’t want to let down neither your dominant nor your own commitment to be a great sub. Finally you might already be in the process of obeying, out of instinct, when you start considering the whether to obey, or you might not perceive there being an alternative to obedience at all.

… To varying degrees: In many instances obedience may be a mixture of many of the above-mentioned factors and they may play varying roles. You may both feel inspired to want the play that your dominant is ordering but also feel compelled by the threat of punishment (which might just further inspire you). Or your willingness to do something really hard might stem from a combination of your commitment and the threat of punishment. Or you may in part not really consider disobedience and option but this may also because you don’t ‘go there’ because you are so committed to your choice of submission.

Conclusion

Realizing that obedience is not one single thing, but a mixture of a number of different kind of motivations makes  it easy to understand how no two D/s relationships are alike. Subs or slaves are motivated by different factors of obedience and different dominants may inspire different sorts of obedience. I can also attest that the kind of obedience I as a dominant would want from my sub may vary with the girl I am with.

Further it is an important point that obedience is a dynamic concept that may well change from situation to situation and evolve during a relationship. Especially the latter forms of obedience – commitment to dominant, instinct and scope – are something built over time. I have myself felt the motivations of a sweet girl switching from the less limiting to the more limiting forms of obedience and even seen girls slip into the realm of instinct and scope.

Further I think there are grounds to warn against considering one form of obedience better or higher than the other. Making these distinctions may give inspiration to where one might want to go, but do not commit to the fallacy of considering one thing true kink and another not. Kink is true when it’s sexy, consensual and healthy, whatever it is that moves you.

fuckhole

I grin, my cock twitching in your throat as you gag. My eyes are shining down into yours lustfully, while you hurt as  force your face into my crotch by your hair, your nose squashed against me so you can feel my cock-hair teasing it.

I love the way you look up at me at times like this. Your eyes simultaneously seem to beg me both for mercy and the opposite. I grin at the need I see growing in my barely dressed and fully exposed fucktoy. Your hands are caught behind your back in those pretty little pink cuffs and are moving helplessly in a futile attempt to somehow reach the visibly creaming cunt displayed to me between lewdly spread legs.

“Purr for me, pretty little she-animal” I order, grinning with the pleasure of knowing how even though it will spend precious air my perfect whore will eagerly do so anyway. The moment after I’m groaning, my head going back against my chair, my crotch pushed even a bit more into your face, my fingers tightening in your hair, hurting.

“God you’re such a pathetic little fuckhole” I groan, my voice thick with pleasure and sharp with the truth of what I’m pointing out. The moment after I’m pulling your hair painfully, jerking your face up and down my cock making you gag again and again as I bring myself off on you, pulling you painfully against me as I shoot deep in your throat once more pointing out what a beautiful little cum-chute you happen to be.

I allow you to keep on sucking and teasing my limpening tool while I go back to my reading, your own need saved for when I’m once more inspired to make you hurt. 

Deprivation

It is interesting how taking one thing away seems to enhance the rest, I muse as I watch your lips brushing carefully, tentatively, against the inside of my knee. It seems that both of us are simultaneously realizing the intricacies of my anatomy because you have to feel your way with your mouth, the silk fold I put over your eyes shielding them from our world, making all your other senses so much more important, so much more acute.

It is quite obvious how taking away your hands, so neatly cuffed behind your back, enhances the rest of your senses. Interesting how the use of hands, the feeling our way around, the support, the guidance afforded by them, is so intimately connected to what makes us feel ‘human’. Without the use of them you seem so much more like a pretty little animal, nudging and leaning your way towards your goal. Your whole body, your being, is involved in every movement, rather than the disconnect of reaching out, had your hands been free, as you feel your way up along my inner thigh. My rock-hard cock brushes against your temple, some pre-cum attaching itself to your hair, before you turn your head to make me feel your lips over my length.

I sigh, leaning back in my chair, the motion pushing my cock into your face. Even the fact that you are without clothes seems to give another quality to you, apart from the obvious pleasure of seeing all of you. You hold your body differently when unclothed and being seen, every part of you more aware of itself, more taut than if it was hidden behind clothes. There is a gracefulness to someone nude, a heightened awareness of each little part of your body. A way of feeling every motion, every posture, knowing that it is given to me, and that I demand nothing but the unfiltered unsheathed you as I look at you, that makes my slut seem so much more in her body.

And, I think to myself, groaning as you take me into your mouth completely, your throat pulsing around me for a moment as it protests the intrusion, my hand gently sliding up in your hair, enjoying its silkiness and my control over you, there is so much more that you become when I take away your freedom.