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her Ultimate Fantasy


Silently fuming she sat in her room - she would not be treated like this - she
refused to let Him see how much He affected her - she would regain some of the
control which He held over her - she would not be disregarded and treated as
just His plaything - she was a person - a submissive, certainly, but one who
deserved to be treated better and if He couldn't see that, then she would take
back what she had given Him - she would regain control over her life, more
explicitly she would not let Him control her sexual needs and desires and
practices.

The trouble was that He did it without her explicit consent most of the time.
He knew her - knew her too well - knew what buttons to push and when and how to
push them. That was why she was still with Him - that was the control that she
had no control over. Several times she had tried to leave - He had not tried to
stop her, but stood almost mockingly while she dealt with her inner struggle.
And each time, to her shame and her dismay she had not left. What made it worse
was that each time He seemed to take a little more of her - to enter even
deeper into her mind and her heart - and each time she became more desperate to
please Him and gain His approval. And each time she tried more eagerly to obey
Him, to please Him, to do the things He asked better, trying to anticipate His
desires before He demanded it of her. Deep within her she hated what she had
become - she knew that her goal in life was to make Him love her - and
sometimes He did show a hint of that to her - just a hint - but enough to keep
her there and enough to keep her hoping. Despite her resolve to resist Him, she
found herself unable to disobey Him. The long time that she had been His had
trained her to answer only to Him, often at a cost to herself. But she loved
Him, and He could see deep into her very core - that she knew was a dangerous
combination.

But this was the final straw - He had casually told her that He had taken
another - just to amuse Himself, He told her, for the times when He needed more
than she could offer. It was not serious He had said - not like His
relationship with her - and the other sub was in it for the fun. He couldn't
see why she would be upset, besides which He said, it didn't matter to Him if
she was. This was something He wanted and needed and that was the only
important issue in this. If she had problems with that, then she was not the
sub that He thought she was.

That was what really stung - His throwing back at her - making her feel guilty
for His hurting her - and yet she felt so bound to Him. But she had had enough
- this time she would not give in. It would not happen immediately - she knew
that - she had tried the big gesture before, but she had failed miserably,
failed because of her love and need for Him and His control of her - so she
would try another tactic - she would gradually disengage - she would take the
control back - bit by bit until she could walk away and throw it back in His
face - until she could control herself and ignore her need to please Him. And
she would do it - maybe not like the Coup d'Etat that she wanted immediately -
but like an underground resistance - and she would begin tonight.

Glancing at the clock, she felt the familiar tingling that came at this time
most evenings. He would be home soon and as He often did, He had left
instructions for her as to how she was to prepare. she went to the bathroom and
turned on the shower, moving the dial to the coldest setting as He ordered. How
she longed for the luxury of a warm shower, but He told her that she only
deserved cold water, that in fact she was lucky that He allowed her the luxury
of a shower indoors and so frequently, but He demanded her to be absolutely
spotless whenever He used her - so the shower was more for His benefit than for
hers. Stepping into the shower, she felt the piercing sting of the cold water
and felt the gratitude fill her for her Master who was kind enough to let her
shower each day for Him. A voice in her brain reviled her for feeling like this
- but it was there - the gratitude to her Master for the scraps that He threw
to her from the table of His life. And she couldn't help it - she wanted Him so
much and loved Him so, that she was prepared to beg for the scraps and to be
grateful when it amused Him to give her something.

She took the soap and lathered her body all over, reaching her fingers deep
into the crevices of her body, making sure she was ready for whatever He might
ask of her tonight. Lathering her pussy, she took the razor and carefully ran
it across her already near-nude skin - just in case the day's stubble should be
visible to eye or hand. Master would not appreciate that she knew, remembering
His wrath on the occasion when she was neglectful of it. When she was sure that
she was clean - for that was the purpose of the shower - it held no pleasure
for her - she stepped from under the stinging icy water. Taking a towel she
vigorously rubbed her skin until it glowed and held some warmth again then she
took the oil and massaged it onto her skin - it amused her Master tonight to
have her naked and glistening all over, awaiting His homecoming. Piling her
hair high on her head and pulled away from her face, she wondered what He had
planned for her tonight - if anything. Sometimes it amused Him to have her
prepare and then to ignore her for the evening. It reinforced her sense of
being His plaything - to be played with and used or ignored as it suited Him.

Stepping into the living room, she glanced at the clock again. Ten minutes to
go before He arrived. Checking the tidiness of the room, she moved to the
kitchen to take a beer from the fridge and place it with a tankard on the table
beside His favorite chair. A final check and all was ready for Him. Kneeling in
the corner of the room she spread her thighs, keeping her back straight and her
head held high. A faint flicker of her anger began to rise in her, but it was
beaten by the familiar feeling of arousal she always felt as she waited for
Him. Try as she did, she could not dismiss that feeling. 'Damn Him' she
thought, 'i will not be aroused by Him tonight - i will distance myself from
Him and His games'. But even as she repeated the words mentally to herself, she
heard His car pull up and felt her body overtaking her mind and the glow move
through her straight to her clit. Distracted as she was, she was suddenly
brought back to reality by the sound of a door banging closed in the car - or
did two doors close together? Was there someone with Him? Who was with Him? He
often brought male friends home, sometimes telling her and sometimes surprising
her. Sometimes they would watch a baseball game or shoot pool and ignore her
and at other times it amused Him to have her perform for them. They always just
watched - He at least had always respected her limit of not being given to
Anyone else, but the humiliation of pleasuring herself in front of them, often
while they masturbated, was something that haunted her - moreso because she
found it arousing while at the same time horrifying.

It must have been less than a minute before she heard the door of the living
room open. Eyes cast downward, she awaited His greeting and awaited the sound
of the visitor. 'Good girl' He said, 'At least You know how to get some things
right. I presume You have prepared exactly as I ordered? You may look at me
slut.' Raising her eyes she looked to see who was with Him, but was confused to
find Him standing there alone. 'Thank You Master. i have done all You told me
Master. How may this slut please You tonight?' she said, as her mind fought
against the words she would utter every night on His arrival home. 'Are you wet
slut? Feel my pussy and tell me if my slut has been aroused while i was not
here.' He laughed as He spoke and sat down in His chair and opened the beer and
sat back to watch her. Feeling His eyes on her, and burning with shame at how
easily she complied with Him, she ran her finger along her slit, finding it
warm and wet. Squirming at her touch, for she was aroused at His notice of her
tonight, she held her finger up for Him to see the glistening. 'Yes Master,'
she whispered. 'Your slut is wet for You.'

'It pleases me tonight to see You glisten - but there is not enough cum on your
pussy yet. Play with yourself while I catch up on the news,' He said as He
flicked on the remote control, 'and You have no permission to cum - remember
slut.' 'Yes Master, Thank You Master,' she replied. Moving her hands down her
body she held her lips apart with one hand while the other delved into her
slit. Glancing up at her Master, she felt the return of her anger at His
preoccupation with the sports news, while she knelt, ignored, and playing with
herself. 'i won't let my passion rise, i am in control.' she repeated over and
over in her mind as her fingers played along her slit, dipping into her and
circling her clit. But her body was betraying her again - she could feel her
breath quickening and her breasts rising and her nipples hardening and her clit
throbbing towards orgasm. 'Stop now' His voice was sharp, and she realized that
she had moaned as she rose. 'Hands behind Your head' Of course she obeyed, her
breath slowing as He once again returned His attention to the TV.

Glancing down at her body she could see the glistening cum on her lips and how
red and swollen they were - 'Damn my body' she thought. Why did it always give
her away and let her down. 'Okay - again' His voice interrupted her thoughts
and her hands moved instinctively down her body again restarting the movement
and her fingers moved easily inside her already wet hole. Glancing at Him
again, she felt an inward revulsion as she realized that His attention was now
on His cell phone and once again she was being ignored, but was doing what He
had asked regardless. He spoke briefly into the phone, ordering some book from
a local bookstore and exchanging pleasantries with the assistant while in the
corner her body once again took control of her mind. Maybe this time He would
let her cum or maybe she could be quiet enough to fool Him while He was on the
phone. Fingers moving furiously, she moved her hips against her hands and felt
the familiar glow begin to travel her body. 'Enough' came the voice and she
glanced up at Him to see Him rising from His chair. 'You know what You have to
do' He said as He left the room, and her hands went instinctively behind her
head again. Her clit ached and she longed to move to touch it again - but her
mind would not let her win that battle. Once again - His order and need won
out.

Waiting patiently, she felt her body return to normal - if kneeling naked in
the corner of a room alone, with your pussy glistening with desire and your
clit aching with longing is normal. If she could calm her mind, she might have
some chance of taking some control of tonight, she reasoned with herself as she
waited. He had left the living room door open, but she had heard Him close the
door to the basement and she could hear Him talking in the distance. Who was
with Him she wondered or was He on the phone again? Her thoughts were
interrupted by the sound of His footsteps in the hallway. He entered the room
and once again sat in His chair, pouring another beer for Himself. Picking up
the remote of the TV He spoke 'Again' and then flicked through channels until
He got bored. Meanwhile her body was responding too quickly for her liking.
Almost as soon as she touched her pussy this time, she could feel her juices
flowing and a glow starting. Maybe this time she would be quick enough. But she
should have known better - He knew her too well and stopped her just as the
tremor was about to start.

He told her to move to stand beside His chair and to bend over with her ass to
Him. As she moved, He once again flicked channels and He casually reached out
and touched her pussy and pushed two fingers into her. 'Yes, you are wet slut.
I think that I may let you cum tonight - but it is still a maybe.' He held out
His hand to her mouth, reaching between her legs to do so and she obediently
sucked her cum off His fingers. Then He idly played with her holes as He
watched a wildlife program on a nature channel. Every so often He would move to
touch her clit, but as she rose, He would stop and move back, sometimes
pinching her clit as He moved.

By this time she felt dizzy with desire and frustration and with having her
head down. But she would not beg Him, for it usually brought refusal and more
humiliation to her. Of course He knew her, and pushed her to the very limit.
Just as usual, when she felt she was at the end of her stamina, He ordered her
to lie on the floor and spread her legs for His inspection. Her body ached with
desire. her clit was so tender from such stimulation. her pussy ached with
longing for release. her head spun from the inner turmoil that she was going
through. 'Feel yourself again slut and tell me what You want.' He mocked her,
she knew that, but she moved her fingers to her pussy and flinched at the
slightest touch, such was the level she was at. 'Please Master, i want to cum.'
she said, trying hard to keep the begging tone from her voice and not
succeeding. 'How badly do you want it slut?' He asked. 'i must come Master or i
will go insane.' Even as she said it, she knew it was true, for her body was at
such a pitch that only an orgasm could release her.

'Play with yourself again slut, this time for ten minutes - but don't dare cum.
Then I will see.' This time He watched her as her fingers moved gingerly across
her slit, for she feared that the slightest touch would send her over the edge.
But He had trained her well, and she held back - almost - for He stopped her
short of the ten minutes when it looked like she could no longer control
herself. By now she felt dizzy with desire, she felt that she would go mad if
she did not cum and cum soon. Looking beggingly at her Master she sighed
deeply. Her body was trembling and her vision blurred, her fingers still at her
pussy but moving gently as He had commanded.

'Now let Me see how badly you really want to cum slut.' He laughed as He called
out 'come in here now my pet'. To her horror, she saw a woman enter the room, a
young woman, naked and smiling who moved over to His chair - 'Yes Master?' the
girl said as she knelt before Him. 'Come here to me my pet,' He said as He
patted His lap. She watched horrified as this girl climbed onto His lap and
squirmed as He caressed her breasts. 'I want you to meet my slut, my cum hungry
slut, my desperate slut. you may learn tonight how i care for my slut by
allowing her to cum' He laughed mockingly at her as she lay on the floor,
unable to move and feeling sick to the stomach yet desperate for release. At
this stage her whole mind revolted against what was happening, but her body
spoke to her only of her need for release, the release that only He could give
her.

'You may cum slut - BUT you may not touch yourself. I will be generous though
and allow You to use my leg.' He laughed again as He moved the girl in His lap
to one knee and stuck the other out for His slut. 'If you really want to cum
slut, show my pet just how much of a horny bitch you are. My leg can be Yours
to hump - but only for five minutes - STARTING NOW' He turned His attention to
the girl in His lap and suckled on her breast while He watched the struggle
going on in His slut's mind. Lying on the floor for what seemed like an
eternity, she struggled like she had never before. No way would she give in, no
way would she allow Him this much control, no way would she reduce herself to a
dog. But even as she told herself these things, her body was scrambling for
release, terrified that the minutes would pass. Throwing herself against His
leg, she straddled His thigh, barely conscious of moving against the naked skin
of the girl on His other leg. she moved furiously and hard, grinding her pussy
hard against His knee, trying to rub Her clit against the bone of His shin as
she moved up and down His leg. Nothing existed right now, except her need for
release and His leg, and she worked fast to bring herself to orgasm. In the
distance she heard what sounded like the howling of a dog as she came,
realizing with a jolt that it was the sound of her screams that she was
hearing. Her body shook and trembled as the orgasm took her over, and she clung
to His leg for support. As it hit her, He grabbed her hair and brought her lips
to His and kissed her fiercely, the taste of His lips adding to her delirium.
As the orgasm ebbed, He released her lips and her hair and pushed her off His
leg. Collapsing onto the floor in an exhausted heap, her eyes closed only to
open seconds later to see Him kissing the girl.

Tears came to her and she once again reviled herself mentally, while her body
recovered yet again from one of the strongest orgasms she had ever experienced.
He had done it again - He had taken control of her need and used her weakness
to take another piece of her. But it had been wonderful too - though admitting
that brought tears of humiliation to her. He stopped His kiss long enough to
look at her and say 'Enough for tonight slut - time for you to go to bed.' And
once again, she obeyed, not even stopping to glance back at this new and
horrifying reality that was now a part of her life.

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