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

by E. L Discipline

  It was now morning, and as you know I was a day walker as well. I then met this woman as I was jogging outside by the park. We sat down for a little bit. We engaged in conversation…

  "I’m curious about you. You seem so innocent. Let's go somewhere." She stared at me confused, and replied, "what type of girl do you take me for? Boy, I'm tired of running, let's talk for a minute." "Don't call me boy," I said to her. She then giggles, "okay, then what are you? A girl?" I then said to her….

  “You can call me great." She then laughs. "Why are you great?" She asked me… I remained quiet. "So you're not going to reply? She asked once again and then she said….. “I'm going to have to find out or something? You're not great.”

  Here's the reverse psychology in play, but I didn't fall for it. I still wasn't going to tell her, or prove to her to give her peace of mind. Therefore, she can say to herself that she knows me well? She then continued....

  "Especially if you don't know how to speak to me." In my mind I was thinking, (bitch, I could fuck you up, entirely). She has no idea what or who she is dealing with. But I see what she's doing. But I maintained my composure. "So, teach me how to speak to you. I'm willing to learn." I said to her… So I approach her like this, just to see where her mind was at. Just to listen to and observe what she would say.

  She laughed, "first of all, learn how to ask me." She paused. "And say, please." Now I busted out laughing, "ask you for what?" I chuckled, and she answered me…

  "To take me places, my number, etc." I then said to her, in reply to that….

  "That's not going to happen." I said this softly but forceful. She then asked me, "why is that?" I moved closer to her face. Gave her one of my stern looks, just so she would realize how serious I was. "I won't chase you, I’m not into those games. However, I'll work to gain you, there's a huge difference." She stared at me squarely, "why is that, sir?" She asked. I then educated her….

  "Because, I don't mind a little hard work. But as little as I will work for you, I promise you will work three times as hard for me.” She pulls back with a smile, "oooh, I love your confidence sir, and a man of integrity is rare. I respect that. But just because I respect that, doesn't mean I'm going to let you hit it." I smirk, and then asked her, "who said anything about sex? I see one of us has sex on their mind. If we engage in anything, if we become anything. My goal. My job will be to make sure you feel safe. Not comfortable. Comfortable is when you forget who you are, and what this is. I plan to always overwhelm you. Keep you on your toes as if you were wearing stilettos. Surprise you. Leave you helpless. We would go dancing, and we can do that all night. My choice. You just get ready when I say, wear what I want, and be ready to engage at my time. Share these special moments. Then again, you probably don't have rhythm,” I said to her, and then she was offended....

  "Hey!" She exclaimed, while she gave me a flirtatious love tap on my shoulder. "You know what's sexy?" I asked her. She stared flatly, and then she asked me back, waiting for my reply. "What's that?" Then I said, "an intellectual conversation." She didn’t believe me, she didn’t believe this encounter…

  "You're too good to be true, who are you? Stop playing games." She pressed the question. I smirk, "perhaps you say this because of what you're used to. What you're used to seeing, and what you're used to hearing."

  She was craving intellectual stimulation. She throbbed at my every word. My mind. Insatiable.

  "I speak to you like no one before me, so your mind, body and soul has no choice but to listen. I snatch your soul, without the hint of sex involved. Every cell in your being reacts to my energy. But the whole time I'm speaking, you're probably imaging how big my dick is."

  She giggled then placed her head down, "no I was not." She's lying, I then started gaining this new power I had, but never really used to it’s full potential, which was telepathy. I was able to read her mind very well, accurate and adequately…. I then continued moving closer to her earlobe, just so no one could hear me but her. Whispering softly in her ear...

  "Concentration on the feel of me slamming into you. The perpetual friction against your clit, and how I could possibly do anything to you right now. But would remain devoted to your pleasure. Your muscles contracting against my thick long chocolate dick........but we won't get into that."

  She sighed. "Sir, you are fresh." With a smile on her face. She didn't deny it. I could see the images she created of me in her head taking her. She thought I was fresh, but she loved it, I could read her body language. I continued.

  "I'll have you discussing me in front of your lady friends. And when I'm finished marking your mind, you will beg me to mark your body.” She then asked me.... “oh, you're so sure about this huh? Get out of here. However, you do have a way with words, but it's not like you're blowing my mind or anything. But I'll see it when I believe it." I then said to her, to counter what she was saying….

  "No that's not a challenge. I don't have to prove anything to you. You will earn everything. And you know it's true, that's why when I speak to you, you stare into my eyes, like you're hypnotized. More than 90 percent of the communication we put out there is non-verbal. Why are you so not trusting? Guarded? I know why. I see pain in your eyes. I see, many have spoken and never delivered. I see past disappointments. I see, many have never fully measured up. The way you sit, the way you tilt your head back. How you twirl your hair when I speak to you. How your foot taps repeatedly because you're nervous. But how can you be blamed, it's my incredible Scorpio sexual energy that you feel throughout your body. How you bite that bottom lip of yours, every single time my voice raises."

  She shook her head at me, “what are you like reading my mind or something?” I smirked, “well, yes I am actually.” She laughed, she wont believe me, to her I am an ordinary man, because she has no idea whom or what I am. She stuck out her middle finger to me, as a sign of, ‘you’re lying,’ type of shit. I then told her, “the middle finger is the most sensual one, and the ring finger comes in a close second. I witnessed a few times as you play with your pearls between your middle finger and your ring finger, alternately wrapping them around each. Your brain is going into overdrive right now."

  She pulls her hair aside to bare her neck, an instinctive, ‘I submit’ signal. Come on, I'm figuring her out, she's fucking OVERWHELMED. Each movement she did had an irrefutable meaning by itself. A woman's words can lie, but never her body or soul. Always listen and pay attention to those. Listen to her soul and read her body.

  She let out a little giggle, "that was impressive sir." I then said to her, “oh how I will bite that bottom lip." She demanded I tell her more,"oh yeah, tell me more." I now had control, and then I said to her, “you didn't even say, please?" Yeah, I flipped it back on her. Now she puckers up her eyes. Turned her head sideways and says, "please?" I shut her down, “no, too late.” I replied sardonically. I gave her a little, and I now allow her to fiend for more.

  “Plus, what makes you entitled to my greatness anyways?" I smirk, "and anyways, you're probably terrible in bed." Her face fell in astonishment. "Oh no you did not just say that! You damn asshole!" She sputtered. I then smirked. "You won't even know until you try me.” She said. Now look at her, now practically going to and willing to give me her panties, to prove a fucking point. She then said, to boost her ego up herself. To intrigue me, to make herself seem desirable. “I could be the best you ever had." Now, I put her on the damn spot, “so now you're inviting, huh? I thought sex wasn't on your mind?" She tried to flip it on me….

  "Well, you're the one speaking of this!" She accused me. I told her…"So, who cares if im speaking of it, I never said sex wasn't on my mind. The question wasn't directed towards me." And in my mind, I’m thinking (and no you won't be the best I've ever had. You've never had real sex, until you've dealt with this true Scorpio King). But I'll allow her to think that. She has no idea. But maybe one day she'll find out, lets see how things go. Let's see how persistent she is. Let's see how good she becomes. Let's see ho
w obedient she is when she's hungry. She was good, but I was better.

  We connected so greatly, but, I found out from her, she was engaged to be married, I fucked her. But I didn’t kill her. I should have killed her right then and there for not telling me upfront. But, I allowed her to live. At least I knew that she was going to get married, that I wouldn’t see her again. She was probably just trying to enjoy her final time out as a free woman. Maybe she just wanted some chocolate she always fiend for but could never have, who knows, who cares.

  I met another woman; this woman was a lioness. But a lioness who thrives on Discipline. I told her the rules right from jump so she could understand where this was going to go. I got her to the room, and now here we go….

  “You need to understand, you are my submissive. Not my girlfriend. I am your Dominant, not your boyfriend. I am your Daddy. Your Master. Your King. Your fucking Sadist. When you are given the right, these are the only ways you address me as well. For these names are powerful. Strength, and have different and such significant meanings. Since you forgot, I have to remind you. You will be reassured by the bruises you witness on your flesh. You will be held accountable for your misbehavior. Your little disobediences. You're not the average woman. Your life consists of; rules, Discipline, guidance, and when you get out of line, I will not hesitate to put you back in your place.

  You will know your role, or I will teach you. You will love being good for me, as I prefer you to be. You will hate being bad and disappointing me. As you will receive nothing for your misbehavior. Punishment is the last resort. I never want to punish you. But if I have to, trust me, I will not hesitate to. Don't unleash my savage, he isn't pretty. You will take me to a dark place I keep hidden away. A place where I hear voices in my head. I do a great job in controlling him. But he's ruthless and has no compassion. He won't listen to your cries. Your tears. Your apologetic mess. He thrives on your pain. He's set on destruction. You give him ammunition. Ready to teach you a lesson. Brutality is his home. The bitch in you, fuels the asshole in him.

  You have all the power in receiving what you need, because I will never give you what you want. Be conscious, I am the Master of this. I have a memory like an elephant, conscious of your likes and dislikes. I will use those to keep you in line. You misbehave for a spanking, because that's what you like, I'll make you kneel for an hour in rice. Overstep, you will get my thickest belt never seen. Fuming? Nothing cold water can't take care of. Talk too much, you get my spider gag, or ball gag, and now you shut.....the.....fuck.....up. You will never want to argue face to face, or go back and forth with me, baby girl. You will always be in one or two positions; on your knees, and I could make you wait an hour before I touch you, or face down and ass up. That's the reality.

  You love to display masochistic behavior, be ready for the dark. Be ready to look at true evil in the eyes. Be more afraid of the monsters you run from, and less of the ones you run to. 'Discipline' is the most prestigious. Most conjuring. The worst of them all. The catalyst to change. Experiencing it, you will never be the same, nor view normal the same again. Your mental muscle memory. Your body's muscle memory, your soul's muscle memory. Repetitions, you will thrive. Watch how you evolve.. A hungry submissive is always an obedient submissive. You will receive nothing from me, but the things you earn. You will work for everything you get, and you will learn to appreciate whatever I give. Then and only then you will receive this prestigious gift of mine. Me. My Dominance. My mind. My power. I will give you pain before pleasure, and you will learn to appreciate both. Come humble, or be humbled. Why? Because I don't crave it. Why? Because I don't ask for it. Why? Because I don't wish for it. Why? Because I don't compromise myself for it. Why? Because I fucking demand it!"

  She won't beg? She's too stubborn. She's too much of an alpha woman? A boss? Independent? She will learn alpha. She will learn boss. She will learn how a Queen has no shame in bowing to a King. She won't kneel? She won't worship? Why? Because she's never had to chase a man before? Why? Because social media, or friends have brainwashed her? Because she thinks she is the highest or highest ranked of women? Because perhaps she's accomplished so many things? Whatever she's accomplished is irrelevant when she's face down, ass up getting pounded. So why isn't she going to kneel again? Because she never had to beg a man before? Because begging is beneath her? Now I put begging above her.

  "Hello, I am Mr. Begging now. You kneel, and you glance up at me with your hopeful eyes, and you start begging. You want to be a Queen? You are a whore first. A woman that can crawl has potential to fly. You want to be elevated? I can make you function at your most optimal level. Show me how powerful you are. Crawl. Then fucking Beg."

  Because I am not a man to her. I am not a boy to her. I am not ordinary to her. I am a King to her. I am a Daddy to her. I am a Master to her. I am the phenomenal one to her. The all powerful to her. I am her great creator, and I am her all mighty destroyer. She won't beg? I bet she will beg for this hand. I bet she will crawl for this thick, long chocolate to be sliding in and out, between her begging lips. She won't beg? I bet she beg for this monster to touch her cervix. She won't beg? I bet she beg to squirt all on it. When I say. When I want. No? But what if I pull out? I take away her pleasure. I bet she begs then. She won't beg? I bet she begs to touch herself. She won't beg? I bet she begs for the most prestigious aspect in life. She won't beg? I bet she eventually begs for this pain. This callousness. This pleasure. This aggression. I bet she begs for, 'harder.' She won't beg? I bet she begs for chocolate. She won't beg? But her fucking body betrays her. Her eyes beg. Her lips beg. Her throat begs. Her hair begs. Her body language begs. Her soul begs. Her mind begs. But I want to hear it from her mouth. Why should she beg? Because she will earn it. Why should she beg? Just off the mere fact that I fucking said so, that's why.

  “So, beg my slut. Beg, and then beg some more. You promise to be mine at all times, I promise to destroy you and heal you every time.” She was out of sorts. Out of body experience, but she understood what I said, well she heard it. She was not too fond of that idea, so I had to get rid of her. I gave her too much of me, I told her too much. She was either in or out, but I could not just let her walk, therefore, you don’t want to be in this life, I take you off this earth. And by getting rid of her, I fed once again. All women I believe were born to be submissive. That is why they are healers. That is why they are mothers. That is why they are nurturers.

  Women will say many things, but we all know before any type of physical interactions, displaying resistance is irrelevant. Physical, that's easy. You will receive the best you never had. But to focus on your mental. Your soul. That's power. That's control. That's work. See, power doesn't require a total transformation in your character or any physical improvement. Power, and seduction is a thing of psychology. You'll do this, you won't do that, you'll try that, you won't try that. Bullshit. See, a hungry submissive is an obedient submissive. When you know the reward at hand. You will do anything to please your Dominant. Granted you have hard or soft limits, however, when hunger takes over. When need overpowers want. When you relinquish complete control. That's when true pleasure begins. You will crawl, you will beg, hurt, cry. Why? Because I say. It will occur because you care to please me. Why do you please me? Simple, because pleasing me, will please you. You want it, earn it. Earn your pain. Earn your pleasure. Earn your reward. The chase is on……

  Chapter 9- Silver Moon, Drenched Night

  Everyone wants to be a Dominant, until you have to tie a few knots, or work a little hard. Women are like vehicles. There's different makes, models, body types, some are fully loaded. Some are not. Most men want them fully loaded, but don't want to pay that price. It doesn't impress me to hear a woman say how great she is in bed, her skills, etc. all of those things are irrelevant to me. You're dealing with an immortal man. You're not going to do to me what you think every man likes, or your last liked. You will please me how I like. So, your skills on your résumé, I'm deleting all of them. I met a
new woman……

  "Your training begins baby girl. Let's train your ass. Like literally. Trained to please me. Trained to take whatever I wish to give." I said to her matter of factly.

  A lifestyle of this magnitude. A man of my character. I can turn the coldest woman, warm. Alpha woman into a little. A savage hearted, soft. A spoiled brat, a loving and giving submissive. It doesn't matter how long it takes. What methods and techniques that are implemented. It's the results that matter in the end. Algolagnia, when you are going through the motions. The endorphins, and oxytocin released from your brain, throughout your blood streams because of this intense activity. You will not even feel it as pain, it will now become your pleasure. Testosterone is at an all-time high. Your libido is raging. Adrenaline is rushing. This euphoric, intense, exhilarating experience. Lose yourself in my savage. In my insanity. In my brutality. In my sadism. This energy is potent as if it were a drug, and even if you fought it, the urge would keep coming back. Lose yourself in my sin. Beast mode doesn't end in the gym. When all the good shit hurts at first. When 'forever' takes work. Call me insane, as you question your own sanity for the love of these moments. So today baby, we train you. Train you to please me. Whenever, however, wherever, for whatever. To excite you intellectually. Cover you spiritually. Stimulate you mentally, and after the apodyopsis, undressing you with my eyes, satisfy you physically. You will have the best sex of me and with me, in your dreams, in your mind, way before I can even lay a hand on you.

  This new woman, I told her to call me, ‘Alpha.’ I didn’t give her my name.

  “So, my pet, when you're going through the motions, don't cry out for God, not only is he busy, but he won't save you. Call for Alpha. Beg for pain. Hurt for the Sadist. Moan for the King. Ask for me to go too far. Scream for 'harder', tear for your Master. Release your sweet juices for your Dominant. Surrender what you are, for what you can become. Surrender your mind, body and soul to my control.”