The Immortality of Discipline ((Third book in The Seduction of Discipline Series) 3)

by E. L Discipline

  "Shut up, let me do my thing, bitch. I know what I'm doing. I'm the Master of this, shut up and let me teach you. Don't tell me what to do, or I'll pause, or I'll pull out right when you are on the brink of climax, or I'll do the opposite of what you're ordering me to do to you. I don't take demands lightly, shut the fuck up, and take all of me, or nothing at all."

  Anyway, if I hurt her, it is for her own good. She deserves it. She's earned it. If I mark her, I mark her as mine. She should be so lucky. I claim my territory in the most potent way possible. The most potent way I know how. She is mine to use. Mine to abuse. Mine to cherish and love. Mine to take whenever the fuck I want. However the fuck I want. Wherever the fuck I want. Discipline therapy. I am her escape. I am her stress reliever.

  I always say, hair pulling is essential. Especially if you're already giving her that pain from the back. Fat, long chocolate dick slamming into her. Between her begging lips. Dominating her drenched, submissive hole. My control is her release. I literally feel when I pull her hair, them walls open and embrace me more.

  You should learn how to pleasure a woman by how wet she becomes. How her moans and breathing change. The look in her eyes, as she falls in deeper love than ever before because of the release of dopamine, and oxytocin dripping from her brain. The endorphins kick in, there's no longer pain, but wetness. She forgets where she is. Forgets her name, but screams yours. Soaking, and those lips begging for more. A gangsta and a gentleman. Hold the fucking door open for her, and slap her ass as she's in front of you walking through it. I will hurt her. Especially if she begs nicely for it. Only the ones who hurt you, are the ones whom can heal you. No woman has truly loved a man, she has never hurt, or shed tears for. My love doesn't exist without pain as I've stated before. There will be pain involved, she will not escape that. I will test completely. Her mind, her soul. Especially her body. How much can she take for me? How much is she willing to withstand? I will slap her pretty little face. I will grasp her little fragile throat. Squeezing the flesh around it. The blood suppressed from her brain, down to her pussy, the endorphins will then kick it. Dopamine and serotonin engaged.

  When I speak to her, while I'm inside her. The pain will become her pleasure. The pleasure will be the pain. The pain will change her. It will make her love. It will touch her heart. It will ignite all her senses. It will empower her. It will make her appreciate pleasure. Therefore, I say...

  “Suffer my Queen. Suffer my slave. Suffer for me my slut. Give me every once of your pain. Give me what belongs to me. Pushing through your pain threshold, you grant me the key to your heart.”

  I then met another woman, oh she was Russian, with an accent. A lot of discreet behaviors and manners. Dressed properly and spoke well, perhaps I won’t feast, I then thought to myself. We went back to my place, maybe I could just enjoy her time. If we fucked then we fucked, if not, I didn’t mind. I spoke firmly….

  "Adhere to my demands, and I'll show you how conducive this is to what you truly desire, baby girl.” I called her. Granting her a nickname of my choosing.

  “Let your imagination take you beyond your physical limits. Let my hands, my tongue, my lips, my thick, chocolate, muscular long dick know how to pleasure you, because they know your body..."

  Body language is a major component of human interaction. We communicate more of our conscious thoughts and intentions with words but, when it comes to feelings and desires, a lot of what we are saying is conveyed on a subtler level. Submerged below the level of conscious control and coming out in how we position ourselves, what we do with our eyes and hands, how close we come to another person and many other cues.

  I think about sixty percent of human communication is nonverbal. That's fucking more than half. A woman communicates her romantic and sexual interest in a man (or in another woman) in mostly nonverbal ways. Her eyes, her hands, how she positions her body. Just to name a few. Words enter the picture too, particularly if she is bold, and always in the end stages. But mostly they confirm what the body has already said and verify that the conscious mind and will are in agreement with the blood and the vitals. If you are reading her correctly, what she says when it comes down to, “Here’s my phone number” or, “I’m free this Saturday” or even, “Your place or mine?” will come as no surprise.

  She doesn't care to use her safe word with me. She yearns to give her pain to me. She aches to hurt for me. I have her whipped, and I don't mean with my big chocolate dick, a strip of leather or length of cord fastened to a handle.

  She loves me, and I love her like poetry. Like art. Like music. Like control. She was like heaven and I put her through hell. Her body was like paradise and I put it through misery. I love seeing her pain when I stare into her eyes. Love and Lust. Pain and Pleasure. The glow on her face. The brightness of her smile. The look in her eyes. The bruises on her flesh from my impactful, yet delicious slaps on her plump ass cheeks. Big hand print. Big, strong, powerful hands. Reminders. Reassurance. That is me. Because of me. For me.

  Eclectic messages from my brain, soaking into her female estrogen. Now she's wet between her legs from this thug seduction. Discipline passion. Discipline intensity. Discipline therapy. Only given by me. I could bend her over. She’ll be whispering how much she’s in love with my intelligence, Dominance and my gangsta. The anticipation driving her insane. Awaiting my next command.

  "Don't move a muscle, turn around, don't turn around. Spread those legs for Discipline. Don't make a sound. Nor even a moan for me. Shut the fuck up. Give it to me. On your knees. Now crawl to me. You've come here to be taken. Destroyed. Overwhelmed. Dominated. Then loved and protected afterwards. By me. By a powerful man. By this chocolate King. You do not want mediocrity. Therefore, you wait patiently."

  Now as I place my finger between her begging lips. Into her tight, drenched, torrid walls. Finger stroking so slowly. Medium speed. Quickly. Now slowly once again, like I was down shifting and working the clutch of her vehicle. Her eyes shut, she's moaning so ever softly, she is humming her moans. She remembers the rules. But later I'm going to have her moaning forcefully, when I give her permission to moan that is.

  My big hands reach over to her head. Stroking her hair, curling my strong, big muscular fingers inward into it. Grasping a first full of her luxurious hair. I then took my finger out of her drenched walls and placed it in her mouth. Her eyes were shut. Savoring the taste. I literally have her wrapped around my finger. Like a snowflake, one little touch from my hand, and she melts. She was hot faster than the sun beaming on a barren land. Heat instantly around my presence. Her heart beat races. I could feel the pulse on her neck. She was like a piano. As I was touching the right keys, it was like music to my fucking ears.

  I came from behind her, I spread both her ass cheeks apart. With all ten strong fingers of mine. Utilizing my big tongue to bless her. Before I utilize my big dick as a weapon to destroy her. Put her in such a euphoric state, she forgets where she is. Tongue in her asshole, tongue in her pussy hole. Tongue on her clit, I don't fucking play when I'm in that bitch. I want her to bust more powerful than a .50 desert AE desert eagle.

  "I want those juices," I commanded. "Yes Daddy," she replies. Gushing like a busted fire hydrant. Juices streaming down her thighs. Tongue climbing on her walls like Spider-Man. She's drenched like Niagara Falls. Her feverish moist flower adores me. She's ready for her big chocolate treat. I spoke softly but forceful....

  "You're going to have way more orgasms than that until your body is weak, and you can't go anymore. Let's see what your body is made of for me."

  We then got it on. After the great sex, I could not even conduct an efficient conversation with this woman, we just didn’t have that connection. I was bored, looks like she’s not, nor will she be one of them.

  “Say goodnight.” I said to her. She looked at me and smiled, “uh, what?” My eyes turned gold color and I then bite her on her neck. And that was that for that woman. Blood was on the side of my mouth and my eyes were dark red.

>   I've walked away from some good pussy in my life. I've rejected many beautiful women in my life. Things that vanilla (average, ordinary) men wouldn't have the strength to do. One thing I'll tell you about a Scorpio, even though there are different levels of the Scorpio, and even though we are the most sexual and powerful sign. One thing I will say about us is, we don't just fuck with anyone. We require some type of connection as we are the most intense sign of the zodiac. For me, what makes me the best at pleasuring my partner is how well I know her, and how well we connect. Intellectual conversation releasing dopamine and serotonin from our brains. We are engaging in intellectual intercourse. If you are on this level.....When you involve yourself with an individual with no vocabulary, you dumb yourself down to their level. This is what happens when you witness the sapiosexuals with the non-sapiosexuals (that's the only way I'm going to refer to them as. I don't want to get extremely derogatory, but you all get the type of men or women I'm talking about). It becomes more difficult as we get older to sustain efficient conversation. Its like, people don’t even read anymore as well. And because of this, you have awkward interactions.

  As a hardcore sapiosexual woman, it is extremely difficult for her to find men that measure up to her degree. I mean women are already emotional to begin with, now you add a sapiosexual to her resume, good luck trying to pursue her. When it comes to words women love two things; music and books. Some of these women, they're in these mundane, mediocre relationships, because they have needs as well, or they remain single.

  There's plenty of idiotic and stupid people in this world. Don't underestimate stupid people in large groups as well. You're never going to meet someone on your level. This is what makes us all individuals. As a sapiosexual man, you must have a woman that stimulates your intellect as well as your loins. It gets boring if not. However, if you elevate each other, or if you elevate the other one to your level, that's a different story.

  I am a different type of Dominant. Yes, I am gangsta, and aggressive, passionate and intense, but highly intelligent as well. Scorpio, wise beyond my years. And now that I am at the point of greatness, possessing these immortal powers, I am on a level, that’s un-fuckable. Untouchable. One of the things that separates me from other Dominants, is I have this innate understanding of the human’s heart and possess the ability to delve in the human mind. Within these vampire powers I’ve been granted, has made me unstoppable now. I am not smart, I am intelligent, that's a major difference.

  Two things that bless you; giving, and your genuineness. Authenticity, not counterfeit. Since women are the most emotional creatures on earth, this makes most of them very sensitive. You may say the wrong thing, and get them started. Started how? Ball out crying, very defensive or fuel and ignite a large fire. When a woman or man can open up their heart, many good things will come into it. You ever see those women with terrible attitudes? Short tempers? Negative souls? Where does that come from? How do they get them? Past relationships? That negative and bad energy is still in them? Can be many different things.

  You are the universe. Every cell in your entire being is eavesdropping on all your thoughts. "Where have you been all my life?" She could asked me, I would have said, "you weren't ready for me yet." I don't believe in accidents. I don't believe in a coincidence. You create your own destiny. Your own luck. Why is it that the shy girl found that confident Alpha Male? She set that in motion. She knows she craves more courage. Who can help her with that? She knows she yearns for more confidence, who can help her with that? She sent vibes to the universe and his soul dragged his body to her. Or she was seeking, and she found him visually. "Dope souls need Dope souls." Until a woman, or a man finds themselves, they will ruin everyone they encounter. Or they will just not be ready. Doesn't it feel amazing to be touched by a person who fully understands your mind? A person who acknowledges your flaws, and loves your soul anyways?

  When there is a deep and genuine connection, you will witness her doing things for you, she will not for another man. This generation is sex crazy, and think making love is crazy. He or she is drawn to you in a way that opens his or her heart in absolute vulnerability. Commingled with you in heart, body, spirit. They realize they have nothing to fear. Their flaws, insecurities and secrets are safe with you. They let down their guards. Let down their effort. Surrender in love with you for real without restrictions. It's like when you kiss....

  Kissing and sexual energy are linked. Erotic kissing involves the lips and tongue. That is part of love play. When couples kiss with their tongues, also known as French kissing or soul kissing, the tongue reflects and connects their hearts. While their lips give and receive affection between each other. I appreciate sexy lips. Kissing deeply is an exchange of energy. It is emotional. Sexual chemistry is powerful. Sometimes when you are angry with your partner, you may have rough sex to ease the frustration, and once you release y'all think y'all make up. But, I bet you're not kissing, and even if you are it's not sensual. You aren't connecting. It's just all the anger has gotten you riled up, and your disposing that off. That tension. It's not like you're making up, because I promise it will be a reoccurrence of the same shit you were arguing about. It's like a pattern. Patterns turn into habits. Now these habits turn into behaviors.

  Kissing her while you're inside her is a different level of intimacy. She is more than the pleasure. It is a ritual, where you exchange energy, emotions, thoughts, consciousness. That's why when you see girls speaking or behaving a certain way, you can tell who she fucks with, or has fucked with. When you're both engaged in sex, you are one. It's important that your vibes resonate. Each pump and thrust is an affirmation. When a man enters your pussy, what type of vibe and energy is he giving? Is he happy or bitter? Is he a positive thinker? Does he love himself or love you? When a woman makes love to you, is she happy? Is she positive? Does she love herself, and you? She has trust issues? Is she blessing you? Is he cursing you? Is your partner refueling, healing and recharging your soul, or draining the life out of you? Are they dragging you down to low frequency energy, negativity, un-fulfillment, depression? Or are they elevating you? Empowering you? Into the high frequency of love, life and happiness, King, Queen, God, Goddess, immortality?

  I say sex is powerful all the time. You need to be mindful. Master how your energy is exchanged, received and returned back to you. Temporary forevers. Pleasures are temporary. But the side effects can last forever. Sex is a therapeutic medicine when done right. When two musical instruments do not resonate to each other's beat, the music is awful, really awful. And so is the sex. Engage in more cuddling. Love. Talking and conversing with one another before, during and after sex. Hugging. Holding hands. These things help with each other being able to orgasm. And when you orgasm, the body and mind start the emotional well being. It's imperative to maintain a healthy well being for emotional strength in today's stressed and negative world. By you choosing who you have sex with, you’re building a bond to what is conducive to you, and what you desire. That bond becomes stronger through a creation of respect and love. That opens doors to intimacy, trust and loyalty.

  Respect and loyalty are not upgrades in relationships. They are requirements. So, do I just fuck anyone? No, not only is my sex amazing, but I know what energy you're bringing into my life, and what I'm bringing into yours. It's imperative I know you, that's the only way I'll know how to work you. Physically, emotionally and psychologically.

  I always speak of the power exchange relationship, with Dom/sub, and a woman is the most powerful creature on this earth. Dominance is the most prestigious thing on this earth. Similar souls attract, inevitably. All these thoughts, but I’m not destined to find true love anymore, look at me. I am an animal. I am a monster; a regular woman could never accept me. We would never work, even if we tried. I am her killer, I feed on her type of people. I’m cursed for eternity.

  Another woman came along, petite, cute, she was a fiery one. We went to a hotel, I brought out my hand cuffs. I am a competitor in practically
everything I'm engaged in. Everyone wants to be a beast, until it's time to do what real beasts do.

  "So, you want to ride, baby girl? Then ride." I said to her. She can't do it efficiently. She can't do it with no hands. It's a little difficult with her hands isolated. My strong, muscular big chocolate man hands grasp her ankles, just to hold her in place.

  Now she feels my strong and big hands tighten around her fragile neck. As she continues to go up and down like an elevator on this strong, big muscular chocolate. Moans get louder, eyes roll back, and breathing begins to change. Slapping of flesh sounds as though it's like back ground music, as her moans over power. I further open her flower. She feels her muscles contracting on this big beast. Her thighs getting tired.

  "Keep squatting on this animal, I didn't say stop. I don't care if it hurts. I'm not trying to hear that. This is what you wanted? This is what you asked for? Then fucking work, slut!"

  I fuel her voracious appetite. "If you pause one more time without my permission, I will reach for my thick wooden paddle, and that's going to keep you locked in. So, giddy up, now let's see what your body is made of.”

  I loved her energy, but I had to eat, and after I made her cum, she was weak, so I went in and bit her, killing her as well. I didn’t stop until her eyes rolled in the back of her head, and I took her energy and blood, and ended her.