Obsessed With Obsession [MF][cnc][bd]

Disclaimer: The text that follows contains graphic depictions that could be a trigger for some readers. This story is fiction and this type of kink should always be in the context of consenting persons of legal age. If you are uncomfortable with imagery related to consensual non-consent or being held against one’s will you may not want to continue reading.

The pair had several conversations after their casual meeting. He was always a bit more manipulative than he’d admit and only someone like him recognized it; someone well versed in the art of reading people and seeing deeper than shallow, socially acceptable appearances. She had to confess, even knowing this truth, he still had the ability to demoralize her. He took her to her knees mentally multiple times, perhaps even when he didn’t realize; when it wasn’t even his goal. And now, the question she has asked remains -“how worn do you want the knees I’ve fallen on to become while you corrupt me?”

Avoiding her question, he instead asks about a fantasy she’s alluded to but hadn’t fully shared. A fantasy she can’t bring herself to explore beyond the safety of anonymity. She doesn’t want to admit it to him directly, so she chooses to write him a story of his own. Shared safely, his face not looking back at her, his eyes not reflecting all her fears.

**She imagines him finding her at an unsuspecting time and taking her captive in his cozy dwelling place like they agreed. His home is a stark difference from her prison in his basement. He rescues her from the darkness only when it satisfies him.

Ropes control her, looped perfectly between her lips and teeth causing saliva to drip onto her chest. Ropes bind her breasts and waist, both serve as handles for leverage. Ropes around her wrists, secure and tight. For this he has gained consent from his partner. The moment he introduced her broken and disgraced mind they were proud of him for bringing home a new toy; a human sacrifice.

He positions her in front of his desk as he stands directly behind her and brings his computer to life. Irony is not lost on her as this is where it all started for him. It was where he decided he could exploit her worst character flaw, the part of her that makes her feel so vile and calculating: her own manipulative nature and her craving to seduce those who are not hers to seduce. He switches on the livestream camera in hopes to savor this moment later and to garner an audience. She stares into her own eyes and sees how pathetic she’s become, hoping he’ll come to adore her. Hoping the inevitable exchange of reverence takes place. Then she sees his eyes reflected back by the camera, they are filled with nothing but iniquity, wickedness truly. The only light peaking through is the flame of need to destroy her and bring her to her weakest point, to have her crying out to him for salvation, or better yet, damnation.

He shoves her upper body forward and she’s hovering just over the keyboard, his source of tactile stimulation as he once called it. Being positioned this way exposes her sex to him but he encourages her legs to open further by slapping the backsides of her thighs, causing a sting to radiate throughout the rest of her body. Interesting how pain and fear can feel so much like pleasure. Those sensations still separate for her in this moment though, as she has not given much consent to the emotions flooding her mind.
“Funny the concepts of permission and consent”, she thinks to herself. “How often do we actually consent to our own pleasure, pain, or other varied emotions? How do we permit things we have no control over? Meanwhile, the only person he requires permission from to indulge in these carnal sins is his partner and he’s gotten it. My permission became null and void the moment I walked into this depravity. Null and void because the moment I entangled myself with him, permission was a blanket statement I’d already given.”

She resigns herself to accept the fate he has planned for her. He is ready and willing to exploit her dark sexual interests and exploit her inability to distinguish between enjoying it and loathing it, a secret she shared that he’s happy to capitalize on. He looks down at his cock that’s grown with desire and utilizes his own spit for lubrication. He makes one last motion to spread her legs, to further encourage her to expose herself and tells her to look at herself in the camera, to stare out to all the devoted followers who aren’t as lucky as she is right now. To grace those, who wish they could be her, with condolences. He tells her to look out at them as if she were staring into their souls confirming the very reason they should continue in their worship and revel in their idolatry.

He starts slowly, taking her as his and her mind sinks into dark places, convincing herself that this is what veneration is made of, what faithfulness is made of. That without allowing herself to be taken this way she will never amount to anything. He sees it in her eyes, disgust turning into lust and he welcomes the humiliating moans slipping easily out of her mouth due to the ropes. He moves in and out of her without effort as the build up to this moment cultivates something for him to mock. He pushes himself into her once more calling attention to her “needy wet cunt”. Her body physically responds to the right mechanics at the worst time. He begins to take her body as if he owned every inch of her and she realizes she might as well have no choice in the matter. Perhaps even if she had a choice, she’d acquiesce because she knows to gain his favor she must.

This continues on and he doesn’t let up. She knows he could go as long as he wants. Quickly, however, he wraps an arm around her waist and navigates with nimble fingers to her dripping cunt. He begins to toy with her clit, rubbing and pinching, a balanced dance of torment between the two. His other hand snakes its way around her throat and she can pinpoint every inch of his fingers as they begin to compress into her skin, shortening each breath. Her legs begin to quiver as these small acts draw her closer to orgasm. He continues to drill into her and her moans become wild, their eyes meet in the camera and he tells her to cum for him. She is unable to hold back, once again her body betraying the resolve she had hoped to maintain despite the many signs she was losing. Her vision goes blurry and she collapses onto his desk, her pussy flooded and her body still trembling. She concludes that her worst nightmare has been brought to life. Her mind convincing her, “I am nothing but a whore who’s mere being is dependent only on the existence of others choosing to use and abuse me.”

He leans over her and continues his work, this game not over until he’s gotten what he feels he deserves. He whispers into her ear “I told you I wanted to make creative projects with you.” In less than seconds, it was as though that was the dirtiest thing he had ever said to someone. That taking her in front of the camera was just some creative idea he put together that needed her collaboration. His humiliation of her and her costaring in his project is sealed with that statement and instantly he begins to cum, his entire body racked with violent pleasure.

He returns to his senses and pulls away from her but not without saying “such a good girl, your continued worship and devotion will soon turn to obsession and you shall be rewarded.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/txb2ti/obsessed_with_obsession_mfcncbd