Chapter 960 – Ultimate Submission [Erotic Content]

Chapter 960 – Ultimate Submission [Erotic Content]

John found Eliza waiting not inside but in front of the Sex Dungeon. The way she stood was already pleasing to him. Usually, Eliza was erratic in her movements. Her legs jittered, her body language was confrontational, closed or simply non-caring, and she stomped about with whatever emotion took hold of her mood swings at the time. Massive improvements had been made in her mental stability, but Eliza was still Eliza.

Because of that commonly erratic behaviour, her standing so still when waiting for her dominant was especially enticing. Her black robe was closed, in itself a highly irregular occurrence, hiding most of her under the loose cloth. Her feet were covered by the black of her thigh-high leather boots, her hands folded maidenly in front of her hips. Only her expression failed to uphold her submissive posture. Her eyes were gazing directly at him and her mouth quivered from an impossible to suppress smile.

John stopped in front of her. “What do you think you are doing?” he asked in a stern tone. Their eyes locked. As adorable as John found her upcast gaze, as beautiful as the shattered facets of her purple eyes were, as a dom he could not let her get away with this. “Who allowed you to look directly at me, Eliza?”

“I’m sorry, Master,” the submissive, short girl said and hastily directed her eyes to the floor. Her voice was another component of this that was so sweet about their sessions. All of the cussing, all of the screaming and all of the unsteadiness of her tone was eliminated when she played her role. The smile she tried to suppress formed fully.

“Are you?” John growled and grabbed her by the throat. He shoved her hard against the smooth wall of the corridor, dragged her up a little bit until her feet no longer connected to the ground. Her simple black choker pressed into his palm. Golden dots and lines in her iris reshaped into the outline of hearts when she looked up at him again with great lust. Her white hair, transforming into azure blue from chin-length down, framed her beautiful face. “Keep your eyes down, slut.” The Gamer slapped her across the face, hard enough for there to be a sound, but not hard enough to make her head fly to the side. Sadism was an art of moderation. “And wipe that grin off your face. You are mine and you will only act in ways that I approve, understand?”

“...yes, Master...” Eliza pressed her weak answer past the grip on her throat. She obliged the eye-contact part immediately. The smile was a bit harder. John slapped her twice more before it was replaced with the agape mouth of someone panting in heat. The usual blueish-white teint of her face was getting more and more red, from the choking and the lust ensuing from her treatment.

“You just can’t control yourself, can you?” John asked in an amused tone, tearing open her robe. Underneath, she wore the typical combination of a leather thong and bra. Both articles of clothing were bound by metal rings. One was located between her moderately sized breasts, the other two were on either side of her wide hips. Between the thong and the black, leather boots, a delightful amount of her thick thighs was visible. “You’re lucky that your body pleases me,” he told her, pulling down one half of her bra to pinch the hard, purplish nipple underneath.

He twisted and pulled at it. Eliza grit her teeth and groaned with lust and pain. He gave her second tit the same treatment, then leaned down to kiss her. While he dominated her willing mouth with his tongue, his hand travelled down her side. The muscles of her athletic midriff shifted under the hand, gliding over her sensitive skin. Her dangling legs pushed against the wall, she tried her best to push against him. The submissive was craving her dom’s body.

John pulled away from the kiss. “It seems I wasn’t clear enough,” he growled, his hand slipping into her thong. The inside of the leather was drenched with slick fluids. “You only get to behave in the way I want you to. Keep still.”

“Yes, Master,” Eliza moaned, his fingers penetrating her eagerly waiting pussy. She went back to just dangling there, trying her best not to squirm while he fingered her.

Looking down her small frame, John could not help but comment, “God, you’re so beautiful. I can’t wait for the day I get to properly mark your womb as mine.” He could feel her pussy contract around his fingers at the insinuation. Smiling, he added, “Don’t get too excited. We both know I will knock you up. We will have a child together. Not today, though.”

The clarification didn’t change anything. Just the suggestion that he found her to be ‘highly valuable breeding stock’ was enough to make Eliza extra sensitive. Her body spasmed, as pussy juice overflowed from her thong and ran down her thighs. Keeping her pleasure high throughout her first orgasm, the Gamer kept the speed and rhythm of his fingering steady until she started to calm down.

Carefully, he loosened his grip on her throat. When he left her on her own two feet, she slid down the wall, heavily panting and struggling for air. Aftershocks made her quiver and her eyes were glued to his crotch. “Not here. Follow me,” he told her and opened the door to the Sex Dungeon, “in the way that befits a submissive.”

“If it pleases you, Master,” Eliza moaned and got on all fours. She followed him into the room like a leashed animal.

The Sex Dungeon was largely empty at the moment. All of the larger toys were stored inside the room’s inventory. The smaller ones were orderly tucked away in decorative shelves and vitrines along the wall, proudly displayed behind the glass. Pleasing aromas filled the room, wafting from candles and incense that ignited at the press of a button.

For no other reason than that he could, he grabbed Eliza by her hair and then tossed her at the centre of the room. She landed on the firm mats that covered the floor. They were hard enough to provide proper support, but also soft enough that no physical actions on top of them would cause discomfort.

“Stand up,” he commanded her. Eliza hastily obliged. Confusion hushed over her face for a moment when she didn’t feel any pleasure from it. “Undress me,” he gave her another command, and the submissive was quick to obey that as well. He kept watching her while she unbuttoned his shirt. She kept her eyes down and her expression mostly neutral. Only the confusion surfaced occasionally in the move of her eyebrows. “What did we meet here for today, Eliza?” he asked.

It was also one of Eliza’s favourite positions to be in. “Look at me,” John commanded, and was once more greeted by her heart-filled gaze. “I’m going to use your pussy now.”

“Please use whatever of my holes pleases you, Master,” Eliza answered.

John grabbed his cock and angled it properly, then he sunk into her tight cunt. The lustful scream that this was usually accompanied by was missing. This did not, however, mean that Eliza was an emotionless doll that he inserted his cock into. The pretty little psycho was busy panting, keeping eye contact with him while he penetrated her fully. Her tight folds clung to his dick and pussy juice continued to flow. “Do you wish to feel pleasure again?” he asked.

“I feel the pleasure of serving, Master,” Eliza said.

“Such a good girl,” John hummed and grabbed her by the chin. His extended thumb brushed over her lips and soon vanished between them. She sucked on his finger, kept giving him the lustful, loving stare, and he started moving.

He fucked her with the sole intent of getting off. In the situation he had created, the only things that mattered were her submission and his own bliss. Her pussy was no less pleasurable than during regular intercourse. The regular spasms of multiple orgasms were missing, but that allowed John to move more freely as well.

“I love thish,” Eliza’s words slipped out. Her body shook without consequence, yet she seemed more turned on by the second. “S-sorry for speaking, Master.”

“Continue,” the Gamer grunted, moving both his hands to her legs. He needed the support to keep the speed up anyway. “What do you love so much about being my cock sleeve?”

“You usually fuck me so good, I forget where things are, Master,” Eliza confessed. “With this, I can keep watching you. I love how my ugly, useless body pleasures you.”

“Eliza,” John growled, “don’t insult what is mine.”

“Sorry, Master,” the pretty little psycho moaned. “Ahh, your cock is so fucking big... so big...” she repeated without the curse. “More, I want to be stretched out more. I want to be the reason you cum. I submit to you, John, I want to serve you, I want you to abuse me, I want you to-“

Her words were cut off when John decided to oblige her requests and put both hands on her throat. Squeezing down on her, while he hammered into her for the final spurt, he watched her mouth go agape in anticipation of his orgasm.

When he slammed into her one last time, when his seed started to paint her pussy white, an expression of pure satisfaction formed on her face. The pleasure block wasn’t lifted, not even weakened. Just being filled up with her dom’s cum brough her enough gratification that the pretty little psycho felt a whole different kind of relief.

John loved to see it. This different kind of bliss born from nothing but submission. He drank deeply from the knowledge that she enjoyed serving him to this degree, let it rush through every fibre of his being while pulses of pleasure tingled up his spine. Shot after shot of cum filled up her pussy and the Gamer groaned to let her know just how good he felt, emptying himself inside her.

“Hmm, that was interesting,” he hummed, when he pulled out of her. Because of the angle, his seed stayed put inside her for the moment. He had no plan of unbinding her. “At the very least I know now just how depraved of a submissive you are.”

“Was there ever any dou-aaaaah!” Eliza screamed when he hit her ass. The impact was pain and renewed pleasure. It was the announcement that the ban was now lifted. “Fuuuuuck,” she couldn’t help but scream when he spanked the other cheek of her round butt for good measure.

“Very little, but I like confirmation.” The Gamer grinned, while moving around. He wanted to use her throat next. “I’ll repeat this sometime. For now, I prefer watching you turn into a stuttering, well-filled rag,” he told her.



Eliza cackled madly before his cock was shoved down her throat.