CNC fantasy

We’d been talking for over a year and the connection and conversation we enjoyed covered every desire, fantasy and need we could both dream of and as our connection grew deeper for one another, so did the depravity of our desires for each other, something that could only be reached by that true intimate connection we shared.

The times we had gotten together were always exciting, a balance between ravishing each other until we could no longer move and delving deep within each other’s psyche and with each time better than the last, those desires and fantasies grew ever stronger.

We had played out those more common fantasies that allowed our bodies and minds to fully submit to the passion, those fantasies that fill your body with a heat and energy you crave deep into your soul, and with each time we talked about our more darkened and twisted desires, knowing full well the other was willing to embark on each new adventurous desire.

I knew he had my most intimate desires in his mind and I had given him the power to enact them whenever he saw fit and the biggest thrill within this was knowing I was never going to know when he would carry this out, that impending excitement and being on edge was tantalizingly and brutally beautiful.

We’d enjoyed the most magic day together after I arrived for my most recent visit, filled with sneaky outdoor activities we always hoped we’d get caught partaking in, but when I’d arrived I had noticed his demeanor was different, he was quick to anger and whilst his laughter was present, his humor was not and I could sense his tension was growing. I figured this was due to his recent overtime at work interrupting his sleep so with me unable to shift his mood I suggested we head back to our quiet BNB we’d rented in the bush, a quiet cozy cabin with no neighbours around, a perfect spot to unwind and relax and just what he needed to calm himself down.

Our drive home through the winding hills was met with a futile attempt at banter and conversation but I could see his anger simmering from his core at my childish attempts to improve his mood. I sat in silence for the remainder of the trip and as soon as we arrived, I quickly and absentmindedly jumped out of the car in an attempt to get out of his way and open up the house so we could go inside and he could calm down.

I didn’t hear his footsteps so closely behind mine so when I felt the impact of his body against me, I was shocked, all I could feel was his arms wrapped around me almost as if to grapple me, pulling me closer to him with my back hard up against him, I felt his hand quickly grab my throat and twisting it around to the back of my neck and in one forceful move, he pushed me down onto the floor.

Before I could even register that I was on the ground, I felt a violent pull tearing at my pants and heard the ripping of the material as they were torn off my still surprised and now shaking body, then the same sensation at my underwear only this time I feel them torn from my body entirely. I attempt to regain some form of position where I can turn around to find out what’s happening but I feel the firm grip of his fingertips digging into the skin on the back of my neck as he twists my head to the side, pulls open my mouth and shoves my underwear in my mouth. His grip on the back of my neck intensifies to the point my body contorts at his control, he has me just where he wants me, he pushes my face into the floor and with his other hand grasps my hips upward towards the sky, he takes his hand and with a full open palm he slaps my ass so hard I can’t help but arch higher in pain.

His breathing intensified and I immediately knew why as he plunged his rock hard cock deep within me, violating and taking both my holes for what felt like hours, pulling my hair and pushing my face into the floor my screams muffled, using my body for his every desire and his every frustration. Every thrust, every pounding impact driving harder and deeper inside me tearing me apart.

He took his time to take his rewards, hours passed and as he thrust into my abused aching cum filled body he pounds me so deep I feel like he will tear me apart . My bruised and broken body, covered in sweat and tears and filled with his hot cum oozing slowly from both holes, I can only feel an overwhelming sensation of contentment.

Like a sense of fulfilment has washed over me connected to a detachment from reality intensifying the full body tremors making me shake and quiver in a hot flooded mess at his feet.

I hear as he takes a deep breath, lights a cigarette, I can barely muster the courage and energy to look up……but as we lock eyes i see the rage has subsided in his eyes but replaced by a different, primal gaze that betrayed thoughts of lust, desire and relief.

He placed my chin in the cusp of his long fingers, bent down and kissed me on the forehead, he uttered two words in my ear……………………………Good girl………

He slapped my arse so hard I can’t help but let out a small yelp as he then walks over to the table to pour a drink.

I lie back on the floor, still breathing heavy……wondering when i will have this feeling again and secretly hoping that my Sir gets angry at something very soon and start plotting what i can do to speed that along as i ache to be used and of service again……already.

He quietly whispers “Sweet dreams my dirty little whore, You have completed your mission, your Master took his rage out on you and now I can rest my head.”

As he contentedly lays himself down, head nestled on the pillow i crawl in next to his warm

Body and gently lay mine on his chest listening to his breathing, slowly matching the rhythm, as we drift off into blissful slumber together.

My Master, the maker of my dreams and creator of reality, let’s play out our next fantasy.