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The Art of Control - Part 4 of Recollections of a Happily Owned Girl

Title: The Art of Control - Part 4 of 4 of RoaHOG - It's finished. YAY!
Author: [info]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 [info]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.

Comments

Sep. 2nd, 2008 02:25 am (UTC)
Holy crap. That's some finale.
Sep. 2nd, 2008 03:54 pm (UTC)
um..thanks i think. lol.
Sep. 2nd, 2008 03:09 pm (UTC)
"I really enjoyed this story although BDSM is not my favourite kind of fiction."

I wrote it one and a half year ago. It was my comment to Part 1. omg...
What can I say today?

BDSM is my favourite kind of fiction! :)))

*adds all parts to memories*
Sep. 2nd, 2008 03:55 pm (UTC)
lol. thank you very much virit.
Sep. 2nd, 2008 07:38 pm (UTC)
It's been quite an eye-opening experience to read sensual stories of Domination and submission as yours.

Though I'll never experience anything like this first hand, I've read each chapter with keen interest. The ability to describe submission with such sensuality is certainly one of your fortes.
Sep. 2nd, 2008 10:29 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for the compliment snow. and for sticking with this. i hope you got something out of it, even if f/f bdsm isn't something you would normally go for.

*hugs*
Sep. 3rd, 2008 08:32 am (UTC)
I read it all again and hey, it's HOT. I really enjoyed it.
Sep. 3rd, 2008 07:51 pm (UTC)
thank you tweedy *licks...in a totally platonic sort of way, hee*
Sep. 3rd, 2008 08:21 pm (UTC)
Holy shit that was great!

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.
What a fabulous ending. I would love to read more from the kept girl universe.
Sep. 3rd, 2008 09:45 pm (UTC)
thank you so much for telling me you enjoyed it. writing this sort of thing is so very different than writing for fandom, and has far less mass appeal so i'm always overjoyed to know someone enjoyed it.