Love or Hatred

When she returned, she was in a new outfit. She wore a blood red colored robe that draped over her hourglass shape. She was still barefoot, though, with her toes curling into the floor.

"Tell me slave," she began. "Have you been hypnotized before?"

"Uhh, no," he said, kneeling before her. He looked up at her confused.

"What?" She barked at him.

"I mean, no, Mistress." His jaw shivered, anticipating a hit that never came.

"Fantastic," she said, flashing that angelic smile. "It'll be stronger for me if no one got to you first."

He felt lost.

Hypnosis isn't really a thing, right? Isn't that just in movies?

"I know you already consent to everything that I tell you to do," She said as she pulled out a small jewel hung on a gold-chained necklace. "But this should make you less hesitant in your duties. Do you want me to do this?"

He nodded in agreement.

"I want you to pay attention to this," she said, gesturing to the medallion. "Only this. Can you do that for me?"

He nodded.

"Relax," she said as she began to swing the medallion back and forth. "Relax and listen to my voice. I am your only thought. Relax deeper and deeper."

With each word he felt more at ease. The pain of the previous day melted away and he forgot what he hated about her. How could he hate her? She gave him so much bliss. Nothing else. Just pure bliss. His eyes moved back and forth with the swinging medallion.

"Five. Four. Three. Two. One."

Snap.

His brain was near empty now. His surroundings were gone. His thoughts were gone.

"There is no one else but me. Every other face is fading into nothing in your memories. You do not need memories to serve me, so you do not have memories. You have no purpose but to serve me. Deeper and deeper you fall. You want to pleasure me. You want to indulge me. You will obey my every command."

There was nothing around him. He could perceive nothing but the medallion. The medallion and. . . Her eyes. For the first time he looked away from the medallion and gazed straight into her eyes. She gazed back. They were a deep blue. They pierced into him. Those eyes were boring straight into his soul, searching every crevice for every detail about him. Those eyes could read him. He wanted them to.

"Five. Four. Three. Two. One."

Snap.

His body filled with euphoria. He was her's and it felt so good. He wanted her love. He wanted her hate. He wanted her.

"Rise," she commanded.

With no hesitance, he rose. He didn't tell himself to rise, he just did. It was instinct.

"Now go to the table." She parted her robes, revealing her strap-on. Her dildo was bigger this time. Much bigger.

He walked to the table and bent over it like before. There was no use strapping him down this time. He wasn't going anywhere.

She wasted no time putting it in this time. His asshole opened and accepted her cock, despite its size increase. He still felt the pain, but he embraced it now. This was a beautiful pain.

Thrust.

It felt so good. Her cloth robes pressed up against him. She grabbed onto his hips with her sharp fingernails digging into his skin. It felt incredible. He wanted her fingernails to go deeper. He wanted her dick to go deeper. He whimpered as she began to pull out. This time it wasn't relief he felt, it was emptiness. When her cock was outside him, he felt devoid of something.

Thrust.

Tears of joy swelled up in his eyes. She was back. That's all that mattered. She twisted her hips around to reach all corners of his insides. The pleasure was unbearable.

Thrust.

In and out again, with only enough time for him to let out a loud groan.

"Oh yeah, slave," she moaned.

Her rhythm sped up to the point where she was pounding his ass harder than he had ever fucked a girl before. This was so much better to him. He couldn't imagine going back to normal sex with normal girls. Pegging with his goddess was his entire life now.

Her fingernails pushed deeper into his skin. He groaned in ecstasy as a drop of blood dripped out. His cock was as hard as it could possibly be in the cage. His balls were so swollen that he could do nothing but moan again as they flapped back and forth with the momentum of her thrusts.

She slowed her thrusting to a stop and pulled it completely out. It felt like a part of him was gone. She moved her hands underneath his body and forcefully flipped him over.

He was face up, looking right into her deep blue eyes again, as she pushed her cock back inside.

Thrust.

He shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice echoed around the dungeon.

She crept back up to her fast pace and placed his legs over her shoulders. She took her right hand and cupped it over his caged cock. Slowly, she began to dig her fingernails into the area around his cock. It took a couple of thrusts before he even noticed. The pain felt good, but it was starting to push it. It wasn't entirely bliss anymore.

"Now I want you to hurt." She said, furrowing her brows.

A switch flipped inside his brain and all the good feelings from just a moment ago had turned into agony.

"Yes, Mistress," he managed to get out in between his shouts of pain.

His ass hurt now, each thrust tearing it wider and wider. His balls were sorer than ever and she drew blood from the base of his dick with her nails. His lower half felt as if it were on fire.

Just as suddenly as the pain started, it stopped. She took back her hand and pulled out her cock. The tears in his eyes were streaming down his cheeks now. She stepped back, admiring her work.

"I can not wait to show my friends my new pet, they'll be so impressed." She smiled and exited the dungeon.