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

by E. L Discipline

  Chapter 20- You Belong To Me Forever

  She gave her all to me; her body, mind, heart. Her obedience, devotion, gratitude. She gave her all to me; and I took her in my hand and shaped her into the woman she was meant to be. Kisses made our body feel like flames. I brought out some rope, some handcuffs….I cuffed her wrists, while her hands were behind her lower back. Her palms were facing me. I gave her a dose of my Henny big dick. Strong and dark had her fucked up and love drunk real quick. Pistol in my pants, back shots murdered her pussy. Pounding her, left her a dripping mess for me. Walls closed in around me like a vice grip pliers. She was drenched like Niagara Falls. Squirting everywhere like a busted fire hydrant. Screaming, as her body convulsed. She could not stop shaking, for like ten seconds. She used to run from me, but now she loves and is used to the pain. I exposed her to realness and my world, and now she’s disgusted by anything that’s so lame.

  Ever since I ran through her mind, body and soul, she has never been the same. I never said I was such a great influence, therefore I will take the blame. Once I gave her a taste of this world of Discipline, the rest of the world paled in comparison. Part of seduction is simple, like I’ve been saying, and I will say it again…you take everything she has, then give her everything she needs. I will corrupt her sensibilities. I will challenge any notion of pleasures she has ever known. I introduce her to my big “choker.” Then I choked her. She was my vampire and witch Queen, a woman that submitted to me not just sexually, but psychologically and emotionally.

  “I want you to wear one of my favorite color lingerie for me,” I showed her. “Yes, this, the blue one.” She replied immediately, “yes Daddy, yes Master, yes king.”

  Later that night, she went into the bathroom, and went to change into the lingerie I got for her. She met me at my feet, then she knelt immediately. She’s such a good girl for me. She sat kneeling with her juicy, plump ass cheeks resting on her heels. I walked around her slowly, watching every curve meticulously. I meet her back at the starting position, face to face, looking downward at her, she was looking upward at me. I grasp her by the jaw and kissed her lips passionately. I grab her breasts and pinch her erect nipples. I rip that lingerie right off of her, like the animal in me was loose. The beast was unhinged. She was completely naked, “This Is Exactly How I Want You.” I will corrupt her sensibilities. I instruct her to stick her tongue out, and say, “ahh,” as if I were her doctor. “Relax your throat, yeah just like that. Don’t stop until I say so, or I will pull it out of your mouth.” She craved me anyway she could have me inside her. Whether it was her mouth or pussy, it didn’t matter the hole.

  I made her breathe through her nose. Thrusting into her mouth; fast, slow, deep. She can’t take all of it, but I love watching her try. Touching the back of her throat, gagging sounds as though it’s like music to my ears. Her eyes water and run down her cheeks. She has a shortness of breath. “Sloppy, nasty, that’s right my bitch, my whore get all that spit. Work that neck, so magnificent.” I said to her. I love to see her pupils dilate when she looks up at me. “Yes, release that beast that I have created inside you, out.” I grasp a fist full of her hair. Just enough to hold onto like a handle. I take out my big dick ‘choker’ and I slap it on her face real hard. Before I place it back in her mouth, I spoke sharply, “this is your corrector, it will relax you, overwhelm you, elevate you, change you, and shape you. It will heal you and break you. Build your confidence, leave you sore, you will be begging me for more. It will overpower you. It will become your addiction. More potent than cocaine. This shit could make you insane. Now open your mouth and take this protein, it’s going to make you strong.”

  She serves me, and that makes her happy. I would allow her to please me. But first, I make her earn that. How romantic it is, to choose my big muscular chocolate dick over oxygen. That lack of oxygen builds up her blood flow. Ultimately, seeping down into her pussy. “Choke on it, gag, slurp, spit. Suck like you are dying and you require my Dominant juices for your survival. Suck like it’s game seven and you want that championship ring. Suck like it’s the fourth quarter and you want that touchdown to win the game. Suck like if you don’t suck it good, you won’t get any of this good dick.”

  I treat her good, I treat her bad, but I always fuck her better. I didn’t even need to touch it, that pussy of hers was wetter that Niagara Falls, from her imagination of me Dominating her walls. Wetter than like a hurricane sandy, I then said forcefully, “walk over to the bed, get on top of the sheets. Now, lay on your back. Take both of your hands, use your fingers and spread that pussy open, and get ready to take all of me in.”

  Before I slid in, I was ready to eat. Ready to fucking eat and I didn’t need a spoon. Big strong muscular chocolate man hands of mine, pinning her down. Nowhere to run, animal instincts takes over. The urges are too strong. Desires are potent. Just so she can take all of my big, long chocolate muscular dick.. I lean over and speak in her ear....

  “I’m not a good guy, this big chocolate dick will save your mind, but ruin your life. Lower your stress but make you insane at the same time. I am your alpha and omega. Your first of many things and your last. Your creator and your destroyer. A brand-new woman, as you witness the complete alteration of your entire existence.”

  I go harder, my thrusts are more brutal and callous. I make her feel every thickness, as it is spreading her pussy open. Deeper, I make her feel every inch.

  “Queef, let that pussy queef for me, I said to her. Then I continued, “yes, Daddy loves when what belongs to him speaks to him.” I make her remember every slap, spank, I free her busy mind with ferocious impact. I fuck those doubts, shyness, fears, and insecurities right out of her. I go harder...I make that ass shake.

  “Twerk on that big chocolate dick, like an ocean wave. Take it, you’re not running, I don’t care if it’s too much, take it. This is what you wanted, now you have it, so fuck that, and take it.” I growled at her. She wants to be beaten. She wants to be taken. She may moan, cry, whimper, but she loves to feel helpless. She wants to be degraded, she wants to be slutted. She wants to be manhandled. She wants to be devoured. She doesn’t want hard, she wants brutal. To not be taken kindly, or nice. To not be handled by a soft and weak man. But to be Dominated rough, and to be pounded like you mean it. She wants to be disrespected. She wants to feel sore. She wants to struggle to walk. She wants the thoughts the following day. She wants the mini orgasms to herself when she’s lost in thought at her work. She wants pain. She wants pleasure. If not, she would not be here, she knows who I am, she knows I won’t change. She knows why she’s here. To subject herself to this type of sexual, deviant, masochism, sadism, bondage, Discipline, Dominance, submission she’s more insane than I thought, and I like it.

  She will come to me, then she will beg to cum for me. “Just don’t forget to thank me.” I told her. This was that intense love making, where her legs were wrapped around his waist. And he held you so tightly. Cradling your neck and your head. That intense love making where he is buried so deep inside, that the arousing ache feels like you are being reborn. That intense love making shit, where you both are so entangled in each other that you don’t know where you end, and he begins. But he knew. I roared softly. Not a moan, but a big growl, “grrrr,” in her ear. She didn’t do well with rules, however, she let me tell her what to do. She could have loved being in control, but you would never guess, because of the way she loves it when I take it from her. I bring her closer to the moon, and I undo her. Just to reconstruct her into a brand-new woman.

  “I’m taking you to another world, don’t worry when we’re finished, I’ll bring you back down to earth.” The calm and soft but forceful whisper of my words in her ear. “Sometimes I crave it more than you. The moment you open yourself up to me. Your mind, your soul, your body. The moment you shut your eyes and I take you the fuck away. Bring you into another world. In the eyes of the vanilla(regular) world, you are a strong woman. However, to me you will always be my naughty, meek,
dirty little girl and deviant. Your desire to be great at being owned. Owned by not just any man. Not just any Dom. But this powerful vampire Dominant. This King. Your majesty. Your highness. Your royalty. Your Master. A prize worthy of being coveted, perfect for me and not society. Available whenever, however, wherever I want you and need you. You love it when I use you for my pleasures.

  You love it when I abuse you. Beg for it, then fucking earn it. Turn your back on normal. Now you’re different. Appreciate the hand that beats, takes, slaps, spanks, controls, protects, loves and changes you. You will never meet a man like me, ever in your entire lifetime. I will mark and bruise your flesh, in places only you and I will see, to show you and remind you that you belong to me. I own you. I will mark your soul, so you never forget where you belong. Which is in my zone. In my grasp. Submission because of my confident, measured authority. Appreciative of my Dominance. Unburdened by my leadership. Trusting in my decisions. Kneeling at my feet. I will imprint my essence in your mind and soul, that anyone that attempts to know you, will need to know me well, I mean fucking well, in order to understand you. Used. Slutted. Filthy. Appreciative and free. I’ll break you, before I heal you. I will hurt you, then I tell you I love you.”

  She was like art. Nothing for amateur hands, a part time adorer or lovers. She was made for art. To be touched in meaningful ways. To be molded like clay in the skilled hands of a sculptor. To be sketched properly and expertly like canvas in the hands of a painter. To be written on a scroll in the hands of a poet. She was made for more, definitely not mediocre. She was made for art. I knew she was mine before she did. The things she needs I’ve known prior to her own consciousness. She needs her throat throbbing from being face fucked. She needs spit running from her mouth, down to her chin and onto her breasts. She needs to feel shortness of breath. She needs her face red from being slapped. Slapped with big dick and slapped with a big hand. She needs her ass punished and her pussy handled. She needs to walk with a limp from after I’ve pounded her the fuck out. She needs the memory of me dancing in her head the following day, while she’s bored at her regular work. She needs my insanity to keep her sane. She needs my bad to keep her good.

  She needs my good to keep her filthy. It can’t be clean and proper all the fucking times. She needs slutty, nasty, filthy. She begged for me without a word. I’m her escape from everything that confines her. Whether that’s work, duties, family, father of her child, choirs, friends, bills, coworkers and this mundane vanilla (ordinary) world. The only things that are vanilla in her life. They can have her temporarily when I’m finished. But, I want her back, I demand her back just, so I can do it all over again.

  I had some anal beads with me, and I told her to place them inside her.

  “Get on your knees,” I spoke sharply. “Open your mouth, open wider. Stick your tongue out, and make sure you leave it just like that.” I said softly but forceful. I pulled out my already erect fat long muscular chocolate cock and slapped it on her tongue a few times. Teasing and tantalizing her.

  “Is this what you are craving baby girl?” I asked her. She said, “it’s you I crave, and whatever you’re willing to offer me. Whatever you are willing to provide.”

  She wanted me anyway she could have me, and she would have me in her mouth right now. She was salivating at the beautiful sight and at the thought. Her kitty was drenched from anticipation. Waiting for my next command, she needed my guidance like she needed air. I spoke softly but I was forceful.

  “You will earn it, you must earn it. Hands behind your back, now!” I growled. I slapped all this enormous meat across her face. Left cheek, then right cheek roughly. “Keep your eyes on me and nothing else, no matter what.” I shoved all this chocolate dessert inside her mouth. I placed both my thumbs on the back of her neck, and my four other fingers (eight total) across her throat. I’m going to give her a crazy experience as I fuck her face to a next dimension. Pressing downward with my thumbs and shoving my big dick inside her mouth at the same time. I could feel her throat expanding in my hands. Tears and mascara running down her cheeks. Shortness of breath, pussy vibrating, clit throbbing. I’m her first of everything. I kept going, and I could see her pussy dripping. I ordered her to the bed, “I want you flat on your back. Mouth open.”

  I brought out my rope, and began to bind her wrists, then I anchored her hands above her head with my left hand using the lead end rope. I then guided my beast in her already opened lustful and begging mouth with my Dominant hand (right handed, but I am ambidextrous). I then began to ride her face with my massive chocolate dick. She told me that she could handle it, I made a liar out of her. I shoved my thick Dominant long chocolate dick between her begging yielding lips, through her drenched tight hole. After ten stokes she was crying, moaning, running, dripping, shaking and begging to cum for me. She talks plenty of shit, she can’t back up. No matter what she thinks or thought she could do, she’s nothing until I make her something. She’s worthless until I make her priceless. She hasn’t experienced Discipline, until she has experienced Discipline.

  She’s no longer from this world, I’ve taken her to a place of no return. I have taken a piece of her. She is completely changed. And she doesn’t follow the rules of the norm. She follows my rules, she’s in my fucking world. No safe word will save her, but I don’t think she wants to use any. I believe she’s too stubborn, and she wants to prove something to me. Her submission is her strength, my control becomes her release. I don’t just want to fuck her, I want to ruin her. Ruin her completely for me. And the fact that I love her, won’t save her today. She knows why she’s here. She’s here because she does not crave mediocrity. She craves phenomenal. She craves to feel alive. She needs to be in this world, my world. The space between us, that has been long gone knows it. Grunts and strains and delicious pain. My words escape my mouth with wings on them. Her mind cloudy with thoughts of past, present and future. Whispered gifts, as she begins to transition. Words slicing through the silence. Penetrating her crowded mind. A warm, wet comfortable yielding begins in the back of her neck. She shuts her eyes, and now I force her to feel. Shoulders go slack. She’s relaxed and slowly dripping down her thighs. Body is begging, pussy is vibrating. Ass bright red from my vicious, ruthless spankings. She’s here to be taken, manhandled, Dominated, Disciplined, degraded, to be vulnerable, to feel helpless. To be slapped. To be spanked. Controlled. For the “need.” She needs structure. She needs stability. Strength.

  She needs a firm hand. She needs to be exposed. She needs accountability. She needs vulnerability. She needs pain, pleasure, joy, anger, safety, danger, hurt, love, hate, orgasms, sub-space, drop, to be broken and to be healed, freedom. Freedom from choice. From confusion, from questions, from decisions. I am the escape, the only thing that makes sense. I am relief and I am vacation. With me, I take her to a place in her mind, losing herself in my insanity, and she forgets about this vanilla(ordinary) world. I am the most dangerous, mean, loving, savage, kind of precious thing she could ever fucking have. One that knows his true value. And in my fucking hands, I hold the keys to her satisfaction, happiness, pain, pleasure, excitement, fulfillment and peace. Her Alpha and Omega. I am her first of many things, and her last. I am her creator, and I am damn sure her destroyer. A brand new woman, she will never like the same things, nor will she ever be the same again. In this moment, she is truly MINE. Love to pin her legs back, and gaze into her eyes while I take her over and over and over again. The big gasp she gives, when I first slide in. She has never felt anything so intense, so erotic, so primal. The Sadist. The animal. The beast is unhinged. Tasting and destroying what I’ve created. Quick breaths from her, followed with moans and cries. Her body not her own. Her movements not her own. Complete surrender to my thick, long chocolate muscular relentless dick. My lips, my tongue, my power, my hands. My aggression. My Dominance.

  She is placed, and man handled in different positions, as if she was being handled by many different lovers, and she has never experienced prior
. Stimulating her erogenous zones. Slapping her face so mercilessly while I thrust. My ruthless aggression strangely turns her on. The pain palpable. Her pussy dripping. Now shit gets fucking real, only to ask me, “Daddy, can I cum now?” I allow it, because, there’s more to come. More I will give her. I love watching her suffer. She thanked me for each one, because, that’s what good girls do. Orgasms have never tossed her so violently into rapture, into such ecstasy that there is no control, no denial or reality but that of me, and the culmination of my touch. Feeling every thrust from this thick chocolate long muscular relentless dick of mine, the same time as I suck on her toes, and lick on her soles. Hard chocolate muscular dick spits her open, filling her up with every fucking inch. While we both listen to how wet she becomes from every hard, slow, fast yet deep stroke. Her lips part, mouth open wide. Eyes rolls back, serotonin and oxytocin dripping from her pituitary gland, she gazes in deeper love than ever before. My big muscular fingers curl inward to grasp a fist full of her hair. Momentarily, as I transition my hand to her throat, and squeeze the flesh around it. Stone grip, yes now she transforms into my whore. Kissing her lips, as I bite the bottom lip as hard as I could, prior to my vicious slap. I take her breath away, I kill the pussy and bring her back to life a brand new woman. She tells me that it’s mine...

  “This is your pussy Daddy. All yours.” And I say, “of course it’s mine, no one will ever do your body like this, they’re not this fucking great.” She laughs, then I go deeper, and I then begin stabbing her with my big cock. The giggles come to an abrupt halt. “Yeah, laugh now, cry later.” I said sharply, flowing a growl in her ear while I’m thrusting inside her, then a sadistic laugh following after. How sore I leave her when we are through, and how much she struggles to walk to the bathroom. I want her to feel me when I’m gone. I want it so that only my next thrust is required, to keep her sane.