The Secret Journey

by Paul Christian

  Sometimes he takes me out, still trussed, and fucks me until he’s done with me, and then puts me back in, now sweaty and dripping with his sperm. Sometimes he’ll have a ring gag in my mouth and use my mouth through it, spraying his juices on my face and tongue. Sometimes he ass-fucks me, driving his shaft up between my offered buttocks while I hang suspended between pleasure and pain. When he takes me his cock becomes something more than simple flesh and blood. It becomes the living embodiment of his authority, and my various sexual openings become the portals through which his authority is injected into me. Every time he fucks me my submission is reinforced. Every time he fucks me I become more and more his cunt.

  Cunt.

  At this point in our relationship he doesn’t need the cage, doesn’t need the hood, doesn’t need the whip or any other device. All it takes is a glance, a gesture for him to put me into the appropriate position of receptiveness, kneeling with my mouth open, down on all fours with my ass in the air, flat on my back in the horizontal splits. All those accessories are for me now, to allow me to feel properly confined, to feel safely restrained, to feel my inner demons channeled into constructive directions.

  Accordingly I have to beg for them. I have to crawl to him with the cuffs and the hood in my teeth. I have to wait for him on all fours with the riding crop held in the cleft of my ass and a note explaining in detail why I need to be punished. Sometimes the reason is real, a moment of lost temper, or neglect of some detail at work or at home. More often now the reason is simply because I need it, need deep down to have my demons scourged out, need to offer up my pain to him, need to show him how much I am his. The simple truth is I need to be humiliated in order to escape from myself. I need to be stripped and bared and transformed into cunt.

  Part of that transformation has been his mastery of my orgasms. Before him I came easily on my own through masturbation and almost never with a partner. He has trained me now to orgasm at his command, and only at his command. No matter what I do, however much I rub my clit with my time honoured technique, I can’t come by myself, though he can make me do it with a word, over and over again if he wants to, until my pussy is sore and aching from clenching, until the experience is no longer pleasurable but painful, until I am limp and exhausted and begging for him to stop as eagerly as I begged for him to start. It’s something I wouldn’t have thought possible before I met him, and now it’s an everyday part of my reality.

  When I had control of my own orgasms, sex was something I rarely thought about. Now sex, specifically the image of his cock imposing its will on me, never leaves my mind. As a result I spend my days in a state of barely contained sexual frustration. Everything I see, everything I touch seems to remind me of his cock. I have to pack extra underwear with my lunch to work, in the certain knowledge I will have soaked through several pairs of it before the day is done, as my obsession with him seizes my thoughts. Sexual release has become one more thing I have to grovel for, and so I am highly motivated to be a very good cunt for him.

  He has trained me so I need it often. The one time I am always allowed to come is when he has shot his sperm into me, and that makes me eager to present my sex openings for his use. He has conditioned me to crave his cock, to be a slave, quite literally, to his cock. I’m lucky that he knows how to do that with consummate skill, lucky enough that he chooses to invest that skill in me. You may wonder why any sane woman would choose to submit herself to such treatment, let alone consider herself lucky to be subjected to it. This simple fact is that I do not choose to do this, any more than you can choose to breathe. I need it, and I have long since passed the point of wondering if my need is right or wrong. It simply is.

  And so I lie in here, encased in leather, joints aching from the tight restraints he has put me in, hooded, ears plugged, mouth held open by the ring gag. My wrists are cuffed behind my back, my ankles cuffed to my wrists. My feet are encased in high heeled leather boots, my hands in monogloves that deny me the use of my fingers. A tight corset cinches my waist, accentuating my tits and ass beneath the smooth leather, and the only part of my body exposed to the outside air is my spread, swollen, dripping cunt.

  I strain to hear any noise that might indicate he has come to touch me. Time contracts and expands and I lose all orientation, all sense of the outside world. I become lost in my own thoughts and I regress, the cares of the world washed away. My awareness focuses on my cunt and its desire to be put to its rightful use. My arousal grows, my stiff clit aching for stimulation, and I try to hump it against the cage floor, although I know my restraints won’t allow me to. Time passes and eventually I become my cunt, my entire body sensitized to the point where it is merely an extension of my vagina.

  And then I feel it, the slight vibration that means the cage door has been opened. Hands pull me backwards, and then his cock enters me, fully, deeply, with no preparation, stretching me to the point of pain. I gasp and moan, the discomfort of my position transformed in an instant to arousal, and then he is fucking me the way I need so much to be fucked, and I want to beg him to come in me, to use me, to make cunt into his cunt. His cock is steel hard, its thick, heavy head pounding remorselessly against my cervix, and I want to beg him to come inside me, so deep inside me, but I can’t, because the cruel ring gag renders my aching mouth incapable of speech, incapable of anything but accepting his cock, should he choose to use me that way too.

  But right now he’s using my cunt, using me as his cunt, and it is exactly what I need and it goes on and on until I can’t think, can’t even remember my own name and all I can feel is my stretched, fucked pussy as he slams into me over and over and over again. I can do nothing but take it, and I want nothing more than to be made to take it. And then his hands tighten on my ass, his cock stiffens, swells even more as his final thrust impales me to the very centre of my being. I hear him grunting, moaning, roaring. I feel his balls, rammed hard against my ass as they are, pulsing powerfully as he pumps his rich, thick seed into my open, receptive hole.

  I come. The world goes black. Later he will let me out. Tomorrow I will go to work and again be called by name, be called by my honorific title. I will have the respect of my colleagues, their admiration, even their envy. Tomorrow I will be brilliant and in control. That’s tomorrow. Right now I am cunt, and he has completed me.

  Part Six

  Welcome back, honey. Did you like cunt’s story? Did it make you wet, did you envy her the clear simplicity of her relationship? It doesn’t matter, because the more important question is, is your homework done?

  Visualize the classroom door, feel yourself come through it, feel it close behind you. Visualize the classroom, the empty desks, the clean-slate chalkboard. See the teacher’s desk, my desk, the desk over which you’ll be bent for your corrections. The door is closed behind you and it’s just you and me for our after-school lessons. Feel me there with you, watching you, and be on your attentive, classroom best behaviour. Remember that little assignment, from part five? Did you take it seriously, or did you just skip ahead because you thought you could get away with it. Is it done? Is it done well? Am I going to be pleased with it? Your heart thumps at that, knowing that you’re going to be tested soon. Is it because you haven’t done it? It’s possible you’re just reading ahead because you haven’t yet learned that this is more than just a book.

  You’ve got one last chance now, the final reprieve before the bell rings. I want your homework paper in hand when you turn the page, honey. Your paper, and a red pen, and the instrument of your correction. That last one is key. It doesn’t matter what it is, a wooden spoon or a riding crop or a hairbrush, just so long its application will leave a lasting impression, on your ass and on your mind. That made your heart skip a beat, didn’t it honey? You see where this is going now, don’t you? And you are going to be staring at this page wondering if you’re going to go through with it. Only you are going to go through with it honey, because you don’t want to break the spell. You’re well into the journey now, the do
or is closed behind you, and you don’t want it to stop, you want to feel the way I make you feel. You want it more than anything, you want it so bad you’re going to be dreaming about it every night for weeks after I finally give it to you. You’re going to be dreaming naughty, bad girl dreams that wet the sheets and wake you up hot and needy.

  So no, honey, you don’t want to break the spell, and that means you’re going to go ahead, go get it, that hard tool that’s going to soften you up, that’s going to correct your ass and attitude, as we correct your homework. Get it, and your paper, and your red pen. Go and get what you need. Stop reading and get it. Right now.

  And now you’re back, and you’re holding your own fate in your hands, paper in one hand, punishment in the other. Put the paper down, because before we begin we’re going to test out your punishment. Heft it, swish it, feel it, try it out, honey. Imagine how it’s going to feel on your ass if your homework isn’t up to standard. Feel the tight little knot of anticipation in your belly. You’re longing to try it out, just to feel it, just to have some understanding of the experience you’re about to have. So go ahead, honey, smack your ass with it. Do it hard, don’t be shy, it’s just you and me here. Smack it hard enough to feel it, listen to the impact, listen to the crack, feel the heat. Do it again honey, turn the other cheek for me, do it hard, make it sting. And if it didn't sting enough, if you don't think I'd be satisfied with the intensity of that smack, do it again, both cheeks. Do it until you do it right, until it's hard enough to make you want to be a good girl for me.

  Oh yes, honey, we want you to be a good girl, don’t we? And now we know how to motivate you towards good behaviour. So now it’s time to mark your paper, a little academic exercise that you’re going to do naked. That’s right, honey, strip for me, if you’re not stripped already, but leave the panties on, I like a girl in panties. Remember Julie’s thong? Remember the way it split her welted ass when she was put on display? Remember how her crotch was soaked? Yeah, you can feel your own crotch getting slippery, I know you can. Put a finger down and check, and put it back up to your lips and taste yourself. Bad, bad, girl. We’ll deal with that wetness later, but right now we’re going to see how your grades measure up.

  So let’s turn to your paper now honey, get your homework and get your red pen and we’re going to evaluate it. Every point lost is a red mark, and every red mark on the page is going to wind up as a red mark on your ass. Are you ready honey? Check for your name in the upper right, check for the title at the top, in the centre. It should be a title that makes sense, like “Assignment One - The Teacher”.

  Check for Homeroom 4A in the upper left. Evaluate the handwriting, is it neat, is it clear and legible? Is it worthy of you? Red mark if the name’s not there, red mark if the title isn’t right, red mark if the homeroom isn’t there, red mark if the handwriting isn’t perfect, lose another point if it’s sloppy, lose another if it’s actually messy, lose another if the title isn’t underlined. Five red marks if it isn't handwritten, if you cheated and used a printer. I expect my instructions to be carried out, honey, exactly as I give them. Check the margins. Are they even? If not, red mark. Are they an inch exactly? If not, red mark.

  Now question one, honey, remember that? You need to explain the effect of Julie’s desire on her teacher, and that of his own desire. You have to predict what’s going to happen with them, and discuss the dynamic of their relationship. So sit up straight in your chair and take your paper and read it aloud with red pen in hand. Read it in a clear voice, and as you read it evaluate it, listen to the words, the phrasing, the sentence structure. And every time you come to an error, grammar or spelling, that’s a red mark. Every time the phrasing is awkward or the point is unclear, red mark. Be strict, honey, as strict as I would be. Stop reading this now, and read your work aloud.

  Now that you’re finished, ask yourself if you were convincing. Ask yourself if you expressed yourself as well as you possibly could have. Ask yourself if this work is up to the standard that I would expect from you, that you would expect from yourself. Red marks every time you don’t get a good answer to those questions, honey, as many red marks as there needs to be. Don’t be easy on yourself honey, the idea isn’t to cheat and cut corners, the idea is to learn and to learn we need to be honest here. Right now we’re setting the standard, and you have high standards, because that’s who you are, that’s why you’re here. And ask yourself if your reading voice was clear and articulate. Red mark if it wasn’t. Finish your marking, and then turn the page.

  Question two, honey. Tell me about your sexual development, your sexual fantasies of domination by a man of intelligence and authority. Read them out loud, too. You know the standard now. We’re not here to judge your fantasies, anything you dream is absolutely fine, but that red pen is going to move for spelling, for grammar, for every other technical detail that’s less than perfect for me. Don’t be afraid to express yourself honey, and don’t be afraid to mark yourself. And tell me did writing your thoughts down bring a blush to your cheeks? Did writing your thoughts down bring them one step closer to real? Of course it did, and you know the real reason behind this question, don’t you, honey? You know that I want to know what buttons to push in your mind. And because you know the purpose of this question, that's ten red marks if you evaded it, if you weren't absolutely honest about the darkest corners of your desire. Intellectual dishonesty is the worst academic sin, and I won't have it in my class.

  And speaking of buttons, I bet your hot little button is hard right now, and I bet your panties are well on their way to soaking wet. Is it your own fantasies that are doing that to you honey, or is it all the red marks on your paper, and the knowledge that very, very soon now they’re going to be on your ass? You’re looking forward to that, I know you are. Not so much the hot, sharp smack but the fact that you’ll be getting it from me, that I’ll be providing you with exactly what you need, whether you want it or not. And red mark if I just caught you slouching in your chair. Back straight, honey. Posture is important. Read your work aloud, and grade it like before, and turn the page when you’re done.

  Question three, honey. How do you feel about kneeling and asking to be trained? How do you feel bent over the desk to be whipped? How do you feel being fucked with your ass all sore and welted and red and swollen? How do you feel about being fucked like that, being required to suck my cock like that, taking it up the ass like that? And what do you get from this relationship? Read it aloud honey, and make your red marks just like you’re supposed to. Stop reading this now, and read your work aloud.

  Last question, honey, how should dirty little sluts like you be punished? Tell me in detail honey. Tell me what needs to be done so I can do it to you. You need to be kept in line, I know that much. You need to be taught how to respect the cock. Read it loud and proud honey, and evaluate it just like the other three questions. Red marks for grammar, for spelling, for writing and margins. Red marks when you aren’t up to the required level of articulate presentation. And ten red marks if you skated the question, made the punishment any lighter than the full measure that you need. I need you open, honey, I won't have anything less. Stop reading this now, and read your work aloud.

  And now, honey, we’re going to add up all those red marks. Are you sitting up straight right now, honey? Three red marks if I caught you slouching again. Just because you’re getting all wet and squirmy is no reason to relax the requirements. And let’s do that, let’s check how wet you are, naughty, dirty girl. Have you soaked right through your panties, made a mess on the schoolroom chair? Put your hand down there and check, bad girl, that’s a red mark if your cunt is wet, another if your panties are, and five if you've made your chair sticky. Is your clit stiff? Check it, honey, red mark if it is. Are you a hot little cocksucking bitch? We already know you are honey, we proved that back in part three. Five red marks for being such a bad, bad girl.

  So count them up honey, count up all the red marks so we can bring you right up to perfect.
And just in case you’ve skipped ahead honey, just in case you’re reading this without your homework done, it’s twenty five red marks for every question you didn’t do, plus the ones for slouching, for being a bad girl, for being a hot little cocksucking bitch, and twenty five extra for deliberately avoiding the work. So I hope you did make an effort honey, I hope you didn’t skip your assignment, because otherwise you’re going to have a lot of trouble sitting this week. Count them up now, and then turn the page.

  Good girl, my bad girl. How many red marks did you earn? The number is important, because now your backside is going to be presented and punished honey. Every red mark on your page is going to be made up on your ass, so bend yourself over the desk or the table or the dresser or whatever it is you have to be bent over. Get your back arched, get your ass up and out and yes, of course, get your legs apart, wide, wide apart. This book in one hand, and your instrument of correction in the other. Get in position, honey. We’re going to make you a very good girl indeed.

  First things first, bad girl. I’m going to show you how to do it like I do it. The most important thing is the way you count them, and the way you count them is this. The spanks come down, hard and sharp and one stroke at a time, and afterward you say, “One, sir. Thank you for making me be a good girl, sir. Please may I have another?" Then another spank and, "Two, sir. Thank you for making me be a good girl, sir. Please may I have another?" Then another and. "Three, sir, thank you for making me be a good girl, sir. Please may I have another?” You’re going to say that for each spank, unless the spank isn’t quite hard enough, and then you’ll say. “Please sir, I need it harder, may I have that one again?” And the way you know it’s hard enough is if you hear a definite, hard smack on impact, and it makes you jump and gasp and sends lightning bolts through your body. The way you know it’s hard enough is that you’ll be thinking – Please I can’t take it, that’s too hard. Anything less than that doesn’t count. “Please sir, I need it harder, may I have that one again?”