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Falling into Seduction from RoseSpells's blog

The man wanted to struggle, fight back, flee. He was so afraid, but his muscles and body wouldn't respond. He trusted this woman with his mind and body, but at this moment, he felt so helpless and completely out of control. His resistance was failing.


His every limb refused to respond to his mind's pleas to move. Her words affected him in ways he couldn't explain nor begin to understand. All he knew was that he was trapped...and there was a storm brewing in his mind.


One part of his mind begged to be set free. He was afraid, so very afraid, of what this loss of control actually meant. He couldn't move, and he was trying so hard to fight against his mental bondage.


The other part of his mind was getting so turned on. It was becoming overwhelmed with the amount of arousal and helplessness it was experiencing. It was being flooded with endorphins, while the other part was quaking in fear.


The two parts of his mind were conflicted: One afraid of how turned on he was getting, the other getting more turned on by the growing terror. His Mistress had his consent to do just about anything she wanted, and he trusted her to play safely, but there was something about this time that made his heart drop. It felt more real, more... authentic. Maybe it was the primal look in her eyes. Perhaps it was the way they had jumped into play rather than working up to it like usual. Whatever it was... It was intense.


She sucked at his cock multiple times, stroked it, and then climbed on top. The man wanted to prove to himself that he was still in control. He could still fight. He didn't have to get more aroused. He didn't have to cum. He was strong. It was *his* body. He'd show her.


But within moments, moans were escaping the man's lips. He couldn't help it. There was nothing he could do to make her stop. And he enjoyed it. She was using him for her pleasure. He was loving every moment of the fear-enveloped scene.


"Fight me, slave. Show me how much you can fight." The man twitched at her words. "You don't *have* to cum, do you? You're a strong man. You can fight me, can't you?" She mocked him. Her voice was dripping with ridicule.


The man couldn't stop it. He was getting harder by the second. It felt strange and scary and so very hot, especially as he found his fight faltering. As he neared climax, he felt it.


His resistance, failing. His will, broken. He was not who he thought he once was. He was a slave. He was submissive. He was weak for his Mistress. And with that realization, he lost the battle.


He erupted into an orgasm more intense than he had ever experienced. His mind floated on fantasies that he finally got to see come true. Things he had dreamt about as a teenager had just happened to him for real. And it was better than he could have ever imagined.


The man basked in ecstasy as the powerful, yet gentle women held and calmed him. He had pleased her. That's all that he needed to know. He was a good boy. His purpose was fulfilled.


[Based on a real session with my live-in slave. We have negotiated scenes like this in the past and everything was done safely, consensually, and to both of our best interests. We have the best relationship, filled with love and fun.]


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sarad
May 28 '19
very hot
RoseSpells
May 30 '19
Thanks Sara
Compliantsometimes
Jun 14 '19
Quite magnificent.
snoopymnky
Sep 1 '19
Hope to see more soon
CuriousNCA
Nov 3 '19
Fantastic story that really captured the struggle to submit. Thanks for sharing
Zoltan
Dec 11 '19
A lovely read. I connected with this on a deep level. Many thanks.
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By RoseSpells
Added May 27 '19

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