Title: The Art of Control - Part 4 of 4 of RoaHOG - It's finished. YAY!
Author: not_yet_defined
Warnings: BDSM, public sex, Lesbian fiction, orginal fic
A/N: it only took me 1 year to finish! :D you can find the beginning Here and all previous parts Here. Written for the bbtp_challenge 2008.



The Art of Control

Who is really on top? The sub is the one who is really in control, right? Because with one little word she can make it all stop. Except when my hands are restrained above my head and every bite of the single-tail is like a gift from the gods who would want to make it stop?

I'm writhing beneath the stings. Each one making me moan. Each one making my clit pulse and my cunt clench. It nearly feels like an endless orgasm. I've never felt so alive, so on fire and I never want it to end.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No, Master. No, please no. Don't stop."

The stings continue, the pace increases and she is concentrating in a couple of spots now. Every third one or so is hitting the sensitive skin inside my thighs and it hurts and i'm fighting the urge to bring them close together and force the bites to a place where the pain is slightly less intense.

But every time my legs twitch towards self protection she hits the same place on my shoulder that she has been focusing for a while now. The skin there is inflamed and it hurts there just as much.

Three quick bites to the inside of my left thigh and my legs jerk together.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes, Master." The response is automatic but I can hear the hesitation in it.

"Then keep your fucking legs open."

I quickly spread them as far apart as I can, and when I say "Yes, Master." it is strong and sure.

Seconds later I feel the snap of a thin strap directly between my legs and I cry out in surprise and wanton appreciation of the sensation.

I'm startled to feel Master close behind me again and whispering in my ear, "If you close your legs," the strap comes up again, with less bite and slower speed, and the brief pressure on my clit leaves it throbbing, "I can't do that now can I?"

She repeats the action one more time, and leaves me humping air, desperate for contact, desperate to come.

When the single-tail's pin pricks of pain resume, I keep my legs open wide. I'm alternating between moans, and sharp intakes of breath, and gasps of pain, depending on where and how they land now.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes, No, I don't know, Master."

"You can come if I stop."

I groan. I weigh the possibilities for a moment.

Quick flash of pain high on the inside of my leg, and I'm pushing my body out for more.

"Nevermind, you want more."

And then it starts, the stings come faster and each one is pushing me over the edge, my cunt is contracting against nothing at all, and somewhere I know I'm still being hit but I don't feel it at all as pleasure radiates from deep inside and flows the length of my body.

All at once I feel the weight of my body and want to sink to the floor, but I can't . I'm leaning against the wall and Sir is quickly undoing the restraints.

"You're ok," she tells me softly, "You did very good, I'm proud of you," wiping off a couple tears I didn't know where there.

I'm suddenly painfully aware of my nudity, of the eyes of strangers, of the fact that I just came from being hit. Sir is steering me towards my clothes and I'm put them on without looking up. She tells me to sit and I do. I'm shivering. And for the briefest moment, in the absence of the ecstasy i've been experiencing the last couple of hours...All seems wrong.

Then a bottle is being pressed into my hand, and Master is standing next to me, one hand on my head and she is telling me to drink, while Sir helps me with the buckles on my shoes. Once they are on, and i've inhaled half a bottle of water, Sir asks me if I'm ok to stand now and i just nod and stand.

Master pulls me tightly against her and as i reach my arms around her, clinging tightly. "My girl," she says with pride in her voice and suddenly...All is right.

At the end of the day, I may be the one with all the control, but they make me never want to take it back.