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D-s Fantasy - Losing Myself Completely

I picture myself in your house, the space filled with your energy, and I'm wrapped up tightly in your arms. It's overwhelming-your touch, your scent, the way your lips find mine and kiss me so deeply, so possessively. I melt under you, feeling your strength as you press me back against the wall. Your body feels so firm, so solid against mine, and I can't help but moan softly as I feel your cock, hard and demanding, pressing into me.

I want you so badly-want to be filled by you, to lose myself in your control. But I know you're never in a hurry. You take your time, savoring each moment. You pull away, leaving me breathless and yearning. With a calm, confident gaze you begin to undress me. Slowly, carefully, you remove my dress, dropping it at my feet. I shiver, feeling exposed under your intense gaze. You step back your eyes roaming over every inch of me, and I stand still, my body humming with the desire to be found pleasing. ...

Your hands are on me again, guiding me firmly towards the bedroom. My heart races, anticipation building with every step. As we enter, you move behind me, your chest pressing against my back. I can't see you, but I can feel your breath, your presence wrapping around me like a cocoon. Your hands slide up to cup my breasts, and I bite my lip to hold back a cry when your fingers find my nipples, pinching and twisting them. The pain is sharp and sweet, and I gasp, knowing you love the way my body reacts to you.

I can't help but arch back against you, feeling your hardness nestle between my butt cheeks. The teasing pressure of your cock sends sparks of pleasure through me. I want to beg, to plead for more, but I know that's not my place right now. I'm here to obey, to wait for what you decide to give me.

With a firm but gentle push, you guide me onto the bed. My cheeks flush as you position me, my ass high in the air, legs spread wide. I'm completely open for you, completely vulnerable. You stand back for a moment, just watching, letting me squirm under your gaze. I can feel the weight of your eyes on my skin, and it makes me tremble.

"Don't move," you command softly. Your words are a leash, holding me in place. My body tenses with the effort to stay still, even as I feel your hands grip my butt cheeks, squeezing, caressing. And then, without warning, the first smack lands on my ass-sharp and stinging.

I cry out, the pain blossoming across my skin, but I don't move. I know you want to see me react, to see me struggle. Each smack is harder than the last, pushing me further, testing my limits. The sting of pain blends into something else-something hotter, deeper. I'm squirming now, unable to help myself, and I can feel your satisfaction radiating off you as you watch my body respond exactly the way you want it to.

"Such a good girl," you murmur, your voice filled with dark approval as you continue to spank me, working me into a frenzy of sensation. The pain blurs into pleasure, and I can't help but whimper with each strike, pushing myself further up, offering myself up to you completely.

You pause, letting your hand rest against the hot, stinging skin of my ass. I can feel the heat radiating through me, and my entire body is trembling, caught in the delicious mix of pain and desire. I try to catch my breath, but the moment of reprieve is brief.

Your fingers slide down between my legs again, teasing me with the lightest touch. I moan softly, my hips instinctively shifting back, begging for more contact. But you keep the pressure feather-light, barely grazing my slick folds. The need building inside me is almost unbearable.

"Look at how wet you are," you say, your tone teasing, almost as if you're speaking to yourself. I feel a flush of excitement, knowing how easily my body responds to you, how much I crave everything you do to me. "All from a few smacks on this pretty ass."

Your hand comes down on my sensitive flesh once more, and I cry out, a mixture of pain and pleasure that makes my back arch. You're testing me, pushing me, seeing how far you can take me, is subspace possible? I can feel myself getting closer to that edge, each swat pulling me deeper into a place where pain and pleasure merge into one overwhelming sensation.

Just as I think I might lose myself completely, you stop. The room is silent except for the sound of my breathing, harsh and needy. I can feel the tension coiling tight in my core, the desperate ache between my legs. I'm on the verge of begging when I hear the sound of you moving behind me. There's the faint clink of metal, the whisper of leather against your skin. Anticipation floods through me as I imagine what you're holding, what you have planned for me next.

"Stay still," you command again, your voice firm. I nod quickly, my body already obeying without a thought.

You run something cool and smooth along my spine-something with weight to it. My heart races as I realize it's a flogger, the strands brushing softly over my back, teasing me. The sensation is maddening, and I bite my lip to keep from squirming.

Then, the first strike lands, the leather tails snapping against my skin. The sting makes me cry out, my body jolting forward. You hit me again, the impact spreading heat across my ass. I try to hold still, try to focus on being good for you, but it's so hard when every strike sends shockwaves through me, making my body quiver.

You work the flogger across my ass, leaving my skin tingling, my breaths coming in short, desperate pants. You work my ass and the sides of my thighs, making sure every inch of me feels the bite of the leather.

The pain builds, heightening everything, making me feel more alive, more aware of you. I can't think of anything but the rhythm of your strikes, the sound of the flogger slicing through the air, the way my body sings with each blow. I'm teetering on the edge of something raw and powerful, something only you can give me.

"Do you want more?" you ask, your voice low and dangerous.

"Yes, please, Sir," I whisper, my voice shaking with need. "I want more...."

"Such a needy little thing," you murmur, almost as if amused. The flogger disappears, and I feel the loss of its touch like a void.

But then, your fingers are there, sliding into my wetness, and I can't stop the moan that escapes me. You thrust two fingers deep inside, filling me suddenly, stretching me. I cry out, pushing back against your hand, needing more, wanting to be taken.

"You're soaked," you growl softly, your breath hot against my ear. "Dripping for me. Tell me, pet, do you want to come?"

"Yes... please, please," I gasp, my body trembling with the effort to stay still as your fingers curl inside me, hitting that perfect spot that makes my vision blur. "Please let me come, Sir. I need it so badly..."

But instead of granting me release, you pull your hand away, leaving me empty and aching. I let out a desperate whine, trying to push back against you, to find any sort of friction. You laugh softly, a dark, satisfied sound.

"No, not yet," you murmur, your hands gripping my hips and holding me still. "I want to see you struggle a little more. To hear you beg for it properly."

I'm shaking, my entire body on fire, need pulsing through every nerve. But I force myself to hold still, to be good, because I know that's what you want. "Please, Sir... I'm begging you. I need to come. I can't... I can't take it anymore.”

You hum thoughtfully, as if considering my plea. Then, with a sudden, powerful thrust, you slide your cock inside me, filling me completely. I cry out in shock and pleasure, my entire body clenching around you as you start to move, deep and slow.

"I decide when you come," you say, your voice dark and possessive. "And you'll take every bit of what I give you until I say you've earned it."

You set a punishing pace, each thrust driving me closer and closer to the edge, but I hold back, desperate to be good for you, to take it just the way you want. I know that when I finally do fall apart, it will be because you allowed it, because you own every part of me in this moment.

And that's exactly what I crave more than anything else-to be yours, completely and utterly, until I can't remember where I end and you begin...