The Guiding Goddess

He had only come to serve her a short time ago.  However in his mind it seemed he had longed for her all of his life.  Finally he had been afforded a week to serve her.   As rare as it was he was ecstatic that there would be no other occupants to the house for the entire duration of her visit.  He didn’t know how God had blessed him with that.   When she was late his mind began thrashing with doubt, arguing within him self that she was too good to be real.  Probably just another imposter was the hardest line that kept re-running through his mind.  He had read her letters of instruction so many times they were, each word, ingrained within his memory.  He paced impatiently back and forth in his tiny black bikini shorts.  At moments he barely felt able to breath, so consumed by her he was.  It scared him that he felt so strongly before ever meeting her in person.  She arrived at his home ten minutes past the time she had said she would.  That short ten minutes had felt an eternity to him.

Her knock on the door and entry into the room stopped his mind from functioning and left him only with a burning desire to serve her.

He dropped to his knees and kissed her feet in welcome.  Smelling the sweet scent of her foot and the freshness of the new leather on the shoes he had ordered from her wish list.  He felt his cock surge and pre-cum spilling out.  Immediately he turned red in embarrassment, knowing as soon as he stood to walk she would see not only his bulging cock but the wet evidence of his uncontrolled excitement.  In a soft and sultry voice she commanded, “Rise slave.”  He stood, daring not to look at her, afraid to see her face when he knew that she, with her analytical nature would have appraised and assessed every inch of him in just a few short seconds.    He helped to remove her coat from her and carefully hung it in the closet.  Her presence, the scent of her, so near made him feel that his mind was going to blow any second.  It had been bad enough when she had been little more than a figment of his imagination.  But now she was, standing here, hot lust worthy flesh and blood.  Suddenly she was filling his every sense until he felt quite unnerved.  He escorted her to the living room where everything had been methodically and repeatedly cleaned.  He longed to please her senses also.  As she walked around the room and appraised her surroundings she suddenly spun to look at him and sharply said, “Where is my drink slave?”   “I’ll be right back with that.”  Madam he replied.  Feeling embarrassed to have to be reminded of that which he had memorized.  He rushed to meet her need, fearing she should be displeased at his needing to be reminded.  In fact she was, but in the most amused sort of way.  When he returned he gracefully offered her a drink in true butler style, exactly as instructed.  The crisp white towel draped over his arm and the silver tray polished to the sheen of new.  She accepted the Grand Marnier and swirled the glass, breathing in the scent while looking at him with a look that he felt to devour him.  A shiver of excitement raced through his veins.  She looked at this potential slave in his raw desire to serve and found him quite pleasing to her eye.  Appearances were important to her.  She slowly savored another sip of her drink while his insides felt to be bursting forth.  He jumped when the door bell rang, almost, once again, forgetting his instructions.  He humbly asked his Goddess to dismiss him to which she gave him a silent nod with a look on her face obvious of the entertainment of her plans.  The slave moved quickly to the door and opened it with the grace of a well trained butler.  “Please come in Sir.”  He said to the man, his eyes down cast remembering the outline of plans his Goddess had given him to follow.  This well groomed man had an air of strength and confidence as he entered the foyer.  Without invitation he removed his coat and handed it to the slave.  Accepting the coat he carefully hung it along that of his Goddess, taking just the briefest of seconds to breathe the scent of her in as it wafted off of her coat.  Quickly he turned to the gentleman and said, “This way Sir.”  As he lead he towards the living room where his Goddess sat with her shapely legs crossed in such a fashion that one could see the tiniest swath of her panties.  The reaction was the same for both men immediately as they laid their eyes on her.  The gentleman walked towards her and received her hand and sensually kissed it.  Barely removing his lips and not before breathing her in, he raised his eyes and said, “Goddess, it is such a pleasure to be asked to dine with you this evening.”   “Thank you for coming.  I am so pleased that you were able to make it.  Please sit.”  She said as patting the sofa beside her.  He eagerly moved to accept the invitation of closeness to her.  “What would you have to drink?” Goddess Dwin asked.  “What are you having?” was his response to her. “Grand Marnier” she replied.  “Outstanding choice, I will have the same.”  The gentleman stated as he looked at the servant.  Quickly the slave responded with a humble “Yes sir.  Right away sir.”  And he turned and went to prepare it.  When he returned his cock had nearly soaked the entire front of his briefs.  He felt mortified, knowing that it would be impossible to miss such obvious wetness.  He kept his eyes lowered as he served the drink to the new guest.  He felt so aroused in his servitude and completely humiliated to be serving this stranger who was so attentive to the Goddess that possessed him.  The throbbing in his cock was starting to feel painful as his eyes gazed down cast and could not remove themselves from the site of his Goddess slowly running the sharp toe of her stiletto heel up and down the shin of the guest.  He was unaware that the Goddess had been appraising him while she seduced the stranger.   “Fetch my bag slave!” she commanded, making him near jump from his skin as his trance on her foot was broken.  God how he longed to be allowed to worship her feet, just the thought caused his heart to race.  Quickly he went to gather her bag for her and returned, offering it to her immediately.  She reached into the bag and pulled out a small wooden paddle.  She patted her knee as she looked the slave in the eye.  Without words he understood that she expected him to lay himself over her knees.  Quickly he obeyed, eagerly wishing only to please his Goddess.  As he laid himself over her knee he braced himself for the sting of the wood against his near bare ass.  Her hand lay on his ass and she unexpectedly began to caress him.  Her hand gently feeling every intimate inch of his ass, slowly her finger grazing his balls as she rounded the corner and came back full circle.  .  He could barely breathe at the excitement and anticipation he felt as he awaited her next move.   She started to comment on him to the stranger, as if he wasn’t even there.  “Do you know I had to REMIND this one to get me my drink this evening?”  “NO!” gasp the stranger.  “YES!” she replied as she raised the paddle and dropped it hard upon his ass.  “Thank you Goddess” replied the slave “may I have another?”  With a wide smile upon her face she obliged him and didn’t wait to be ‘invited’ to apply the next 49 whacks.  She gently kissed her hand and then caressed his ass tenderly as if to soothe the wound she had just inflicted.  A second later she shoved him from her knees.  “Is dinner about ready slave?” she demanded of him.  With a tear on his face he meekly replied, “Yes my Goddess.  Right this way Goddess.”  And he led without hesitation to the dining room.  There the table was perfectly set the candles yet to be lit.  Quickly he moved to pull the chair out for his Goddess.  As she seated herself she touched his hand and murmured a soft sensual thank you as if to insinuate she was thanking for more than the simple offering of the chair.  His veins throbbed with desire for her.  A small groan escaped his lips and did not go unnoticed.  Not wanting to be afforded another discipline as he had just been afforded he quickly lit the candles on the table and around the entire room.  Being dark out a light perspiration rose to the slave’s skin, knowing the shades were yet to be pulled and being dark out the neighbors could possibly see him.   Moving silently to the corner he turned the stereo on with the instructed dinner music and pulled the shades before anybody had hopefully caught a glimpse of him waiting on people in his briefs.  His Goddess chatted lightly questioning the stranger and intently listened to his every response.  Moments later the slave returned with salads and set them in front of his Goddess and her guest, and then poured them each a glass of white wine.  As he backed away he could see that she had moved her foot up to the man’s crotch and was caressing his bulging member. 

The excitement and chemistry in the room felt like a magical with the energy it expelled in the air feeling as if sparks might well fly at any moment.  Moving back to the wall the slave silently waited for them to finish their salads.  He could feel his pre-cum as a small drop spilled off of his briefs and onto his foot.  He was certain the whole room had heard the incident.  He trembled that his body’s behavior might in some way displease his Goddess.  As she finished her salad she delicately laid the fork on the plate and gently moved it a slight inch without paying the smallest amount of attention to him she continued her intent focus completely on the other man.  Obediently he moved forward and accepted their dirty dishes gracefully, backing away from the table several steps before turning to take them to the kitchen and gather the main course from the oven.  

He slipped his hands inside the hot pad and lifted dinner out of the oven.  Pleased that it seemed to smell as if it would taste perfectly.  Carefully he placed the servings neatly upon the two plates, placed them upon the serving platter, tossed the towel over his arm and returned to serve his Goddess her main course.  When he entered the room she had stood up, and bending over was deeply kissing the other man.  The slave swallowed hard at her blatant display of passion being released upon this man.  Silently he waited for her to finish.  The few seconds that the kiss lasted felt more like hours to the slave as his desire to be the one being kisses surged deep within him.  He felt ashamed of his thoughts for he didn’t yet know if this Goddess would find him worthy enough to even be allowed to touch her let alone to be allowed such privilege as to kiss her!  His throat felt dry and his cock ached from the 2+ hours of continual hardness.  The Goddess finally finished the kiss with a turn he was afforded a breath taking vision of her that he suddenly thought he would just plain cum without ever so much as a touch.  “Oh my God!” he thought.  How can she make me so excited that I could cum without so much as a touch?” 

The Goddess sat down; quickly assessing the excitement level of his cock she thought she should bring it under control.  She reached up and grabbed his erect nipple with an iron grip and twisted it in a near circle.  Suddenly he was cumming.  He dropped to his knees in weakness.  The excitement had been so great that the force of the cum had left droplets upon the floor and in his Goddess' lap.  Horrified he begged her to be allowed to clean his mess.  She looked at him as if he were void of control she picked up her butter knife by the blade and used the handle to apply a firm reminder upon his balls.  “Lick that mess up you pig!  How could you soil me like that?”  Quickly and obediently he began licking her skirt diligent to not leave so much as a trace.  As soon as he had cleaned her skirt completely he moved to lick the floor clean of his cum.  Before he could finish she had lifted her foot over his back and had her shoe on him, pushing his bow to the floor.  “Did I say you could cum slave?!” she demanded?  “N-o-o-oooo Goddess.” he trembled.  She ground her heel into his back and he dared not even wince with the pain.  “NEVER do that again!”  She said while lifting his chin with the toe of her shoe until his eyes met hers.  “You don’t cum unless I say cum!  Do you understand?”  She barked at him, having brought her face to within inches of his.  “Yes Goddess!” came the quick response.  She reached down and grabbed his balls and lifted him to a standing position.  “I believe you have, once again, forgotten your place!” she firmly stated.  She nodded her head as if she had just made some indelible record for all eternity.   She pulled her legs together and effortlessly twisted back under the table.  “Now where were we?” she asked of the stranger.  “Ah yes, we were about to dine on what will prove to be either delectable or detestable.”  She said looking into the eyes of her slave.  How she enjoyed his squirming at her pleasures.  How exciting to observe the natural effect she had on men since a very early age.  How exhilarating to feel the surge of power in bringing this slave willfully to his knees.  “May I get you anything else Goddess?” the slave begged of her.  “You are dismissed.” she simply stated.  He waited on his short stool in the kitchen listening to their jovial and suggestive banter.  He had positioned himself so he could still feast his eyes upon his Goddess.  He watched as she began again to caress the stranger’s cock methodically.  His cock that had barely gone down during after his explosion had once again risen to a firm state.  He tried to close his eyes and remove the distraction of her presence, but he could not keep his eyes closed.  Whatever he saw, he thought it would never be enough.  He opened his eyes to see she had moved her plate away, indicating that he should clear it.  She had already made it clear that she did not expect to have to give him every little simple instruction.  If he saw it was to be done, he was to do it.  Period.  It would be considered to be disrespectful to her if he did not.  Quickly he cleared away the dishes and returned with coffee and desert, beautifully arranged and served.  Over all she was really very pleased by this slave.  She swept her hand dismissing him and again he moved around the corner.  He quietly cleaned the dishes from their dinner into the dishwasher while they ate.  He worked as quietly as possible so as to not miss a single word. 

The Goddess nodded to the gentleman who came around and pulled out her chair in spite of her agility to move around with the chair perfectly in place.  She nodded and he offered her arm, patting her hand as he tucked it around his arm.  He led her instinctively to the Master Bedroom.  The slave’s heart sank as the door to what was once his bed room closed.  He moved to the door and peered through the key hole.  His body raced at the sites he saw there in.  A warm glow came over him as he watched his Goddess writhe and heard her soft moans.  Their positioning such that he could catch full vision of cum that was forming a puddle on the floor.  He felt such a myriad of feelings that in their newness felt so strange.  He laid himself on the floor on the rug that had been laid for just that purpose.  He closed his eyes and dreamed great dreams.

 His awe continued to grow the more he came to know of her.  Servitude had this last week had been everything and then again nothing he had imagined it would be.  The more he knew the more he longed to know.  How could this hunger that burned inside him continue to grow?  He was consumed by it near from the start. 

He was not surprised that he had not slept at all well on that hard floor.  He awoke with a start.  The tinkle of the little bell he had purchased for his Goddess to call him to her side.  Her summoning him was something that he eagerly awaited in his subconscious mind.  He had been looking forward to the day when he would serve her real time since minute one it seemed.  Running his fingers through his short hair he quickly moved turning the handle and entering the room.  He felt nervous and somewhat guilty for having watched through the keyhole.  He had not asked permission and somehow he felt that maybe she had even wanted him to see what he had seen.  The erotic visions of her filled his brain pushing all other thoughts aside.  Forcing himself to stay in the present for he did not wish to displease his Goddess in even the most minute of ways. 

His awe continued to grow the more he came to know of her.  Servitude had this last week had been everything and then again nothing he had imagined it would be.  The more he knew the more he longed to know.  How could this hunger that had all his life burned inside him continue to grow?  He was consumed by it near from the start.  Unfortunately or fortunately, dependant upon one’s perspective she also caused a state of constant arousal in him, on top of the fact that he was also experiencing that typical morning hard on that is nothing more than a pseudo erection albeit occasionally handy.  Seeing her there laying with her hair spread out on the pillows looking at him with sex filled eyes and that fresh fucked look that is often so appealing was not helping his dick behave.  More than anything he wanted to make love to her and experience the endorphins that she always managed to maximally release.  She smiled slyly at him as she ran her finger caressing his stiff cock.  She purred and closed her eyes and continued caressing him.  The pre-cum was flowing like a fountain in no time as she manipulated his balls.   She pulled herself up and put her mouth over his cock and breathed hot breath on to it and he thought he would faint.  Sucking the pre-cum she pulled her off with a tight pop and reached for his head and gave him a good morning kiss.  She looked lovingly at him and rolled over and displayed her backside.  “Worship me slave she said.”  He started with loving caresses to stimulate her body he was in no hurry so he paid very careful attention to every single inch.  After he had been massaging her for about an hour she ordered him “Clean me up”.  While totally aroused at the idea of the privilege of being so close and intimate with her he was also humiliated to know that he would be receiving another man’s cum in his worship of her.  Regardless of his feelings he began licking like a thirsty puppy.  He knew better than to behave disappointingly to his Goddess in her worship.  She had warned him that it meant long periods without the pleasure of her touch or being allowed to touch her.  Soon enough he had licked what ever had remained after she had washed herself.  She had instructed him to put a little warming pot with water in it and sex towels as she called them, better known as finger towels.  She was always careful to clean herself after going to the bathroom or sex for every imaginable reason.  His nostrils were filled with the sweet scent of her and he was stimulating her sphincter with his tongue.  He loved the idea of seeing her have anal orgasms.  Since the moment she told him he was insane to see it happen.   His cock was throbbing at the idea and he could barely contain the thought that his cock might ever be allowed that privilege.  Needless to say his experienced tongue was causing her juices to flow and from the angle he was he could see the colors changing and the creamy juices beginning to flow from her pussy.  Her excitement was enhanced by the pressure of her full bladder she was soon longing to have her ass fucked.   She reached out with her hand sliding under the sheet to the gentleman’s cock and started massaging what was already stiffened. 

Seeing this was exciting, humiliating and painful for the slave.  He realized that she would soon be having sex with ‘him’ again.  Stirring and stretching the man opened his eyes and looked at her and slid his hand over to her ass, pulling her cheek wider so that the slave could fully lubricate, stimulate and prepare her for his use.  After a few moments the slave is tapped to step aside and she is instructed to stand and place herself over the bed.  The Gentleman moves in behind her with a healthy and hard cock.  Gently he slid his cock in to the first muscle and carefully pushed past it, continuing as he reached the second until he had every inch of his large cock inserted into her ass.  He stood there a moment admiring her back side and gearing him self up to fuck her lights out.  Gently and carefully loosing her up he pushed and pulled her hips in a slow rhythm.  He could feel her beginning to be wet and increased his speed which, as always, was met with her healthy thrusts assisting him in the fuck.  He motioned the slave to start sucking her clit.  Eagerly he moved into position, ready to take her cum immediately.  He very much enjoyed being allowed to be her cum slut.  It was not long before she was gushing gulps for him with the total erotic experience of so much of her sex stimulated.   She continued to have climax after climax and was soon begging to stop.  But the gentleman seemed to have lost a bit of his gentlemanliness.   He continued to fuck he and the slave continued to suck her and she continued to climax.  After about 10 more she was collapsing then the man let him self go and filled her with his cum.   Collapsing on top of her the slave dropped to the floor and was thrilled and deprived at the same time.  

Rolling off of her his arm remained around her as she rolled on her side to face him he looked her in the eye and said, “Baby, your ass is tight like a virgin and hot like a whore every single time!  I LOVE IT!” 

The slave knew if he was present it was his job to see that she was quickly cleaned.  She had not indicated she wished to be licked so he dipped a sex cloth into the pot and began lovingly wiping her clean.  She lifted her leg to assist him in better access to her sex.  When he was finished he offered to clean the man who, thankfully, preferred to clean himself.  “Breakfast!”  she ordered the slave out of the room.  He obediently left to prepare them coffee, orange juice, fresh fruit and a bagel with cream cheese.  Bringing it back to the room on a carefully prepared silver tray he bowed his head and laid it on her lap now that she had moved rest her back on the pillows.  She looked up at him lovingly and reaching to caress his face she softly said, “Thank You.”  He knew she was thanking him for more than just the breakfast and his heart soared.    She motioned that he should kneel next to her and he quickly moved and bowed his head at her feet.  Waiting for her next command he quietly replayed the sexual reactions that his mouth had enjoyed and the humiliation his mind had experienced. 

The morning news had been switched on and the slave was offered to watch as his Goddess understood that it was best to keep his mind filled with input to achieve maximum output.  In fact he knew that his mind was among her considered most valuable assets, if not the most valuable.  In an eagerness to give her his very best he was always turned on to excel, no matter the subject at hand.  Since her entry into his life his career had stepped into full fledged.  She pushed her foot in his face indicating that he could massage it.  She loved her feet and legs rubbed.  Of course wearing those come fuck me heels were conducive of some tight calves and sore balls from practically tip toeing around.  Her desire met his need to experience that pleasure in service.  When the morning announcements were made the slave rose and turned the shower on for his Goddess.  She followed close behind him and stepped into the luxurious oversized multi head shower he had had custom installed.  He absolutely loved this part of his day.  As he lathered the shampoo in her hair and massaged her scalp.  Once complete she turns and begins the rinse and he applies conditioner and clips her waist length hair on top of her head.  Then he began exfoliating her skin.  This was specific to scrub so the skin would be smooth and soft 10 firm strokes on every inch.   Having worked hard lifting all of her life her arms preferred to relax and enjoy someone else’s ministrations to her body.  Once he finished the process he applied soap and washed her yet again. 

He had only come to serve her a short time ago.  However in his mind it seemed he had longed for her all of his life.  Finally he had been afforded a week to serve her.   As rare as it was he was ecstatic that there would be no other occupants to the house for the entire duration of her visit.  He didn’t know how God had blessed him with that.   When she was late his mind began thrashing with doubt, arguing within him self that she was too good to be real.  Probably just another imposter was the hardest line that kept re-running through his mind.  He had read her letters of instruction so many times they were, each word, ingrained within his memory.  He paced impatiently back and forth in his tiny black bikini shorts.  At moments he barely felt able to breath, so consumed by her he was.  It scared him that he felt so strongly before ever meeting her in person.  She arrived at his home ten minutes past the time she had said she would.  That short ten minutes had felt an eternity to him.

Her knock on the door and entry into the room stopped his mind from functioning and left him only with a burning desire to serve her.

He dropped to his knees and kissed her feet in welcome.  Smelling the sweet scent of her foot and the freshness of the new leather on the shoes he had ordered from her wish list.  He felt his cock surge and pre-cum spilling out.  Immediately he turned red in embarrassment, knowing as soon as he stood to walk she would see not only his bulging cock but the wet evidence of his uncontrolled excitement.  In a soft and sultry voice she commanded, “Rise slave.”  He stood, daring not to look at her, afraid to see her face when he knew that she, with her analytical nature would have appraised and assessed every inch of him in just a few short seconds.    He helped to remove her coat from her and carefully hung it in the closet.  Her presence, the scent of her, so near made him feel that his mind was going to blow any second.  It had been bad enough when she had been little more than a figment of his imagination.  But now she was, standing here, hot lust worthy flesh and blood.  Suddenly she was filling his every sense until he felt quite unnerved.  He escorted her to the living room where everything had been methodically and repeatedly cleaned.  He longed to please her senses also.  As she walked around the room and appraised her surroundings she suddenly spun to look at him and sharply said, “Where is my drink slave?”   “I’ll be right back with that.”  Madam he replied.  Feeling embarrassed to have to be reminded of that which he had memorized.  He rushed to meet her need, fearing she should be displeased at his needing to be reminded.  In fact she was, but in the most amused sort of way.  When he returned he gracefully offered her a drink in true butler style, exactly as instructed.  The crisp white towel draped over his arm and the silver tray polished to the sheen of new.  She accepted the Grand Marnier and swirled the glass, breathing in the scent while looking at him with a look that he felt to devour him.  A shiver of excitement raced through his veins.  She looked at this potential slave in his raw desire to serve and found him quite pleasing to her eye.  Appearances were important to her.  She slowly savored another sip of her drink while his insides felt to be bursting forth.  He jumped when the door bell rang, almost, once again, forgetting his instructions.  He humbly asked his Goddess to dismiss him to which she gave him a silent nod with a look on her face obvious of the entertainment of her plans.  The slave moved quickly to the door and opened it with the grace of a well trained butler.  “Please come in Sir.”  He said to the man, his eyes down cast remembering the outline of plans his Goddess had given him to follow.  This well groomed man had an air of strength and confidence as he entered the foyer.  Without invitation he removed his coat and handed it to the slave.  Accepting the coat he carefully hung it along that of his Goddess, taking just the briefest of seconds to breathe the scent of her in as it wafted off of her coat.  Quickly he turned to the gentleman and said, “This way Sir.”  As he lead he towards the living room where his Goddess sat with her shapely legs crossed in such a fashion that one could see the tiniest swath of her panties.  The reaction was the same for both men immediately as they laid their eyes on her.  The gentleman walked towards her and received her hand and sensually kissed it.  Barely removing his lips and not before breathing her in, he raised his eyes and said, “Goddess, it is such a pleasure to be asked to dine with you this evening.”   “Thank you for coming.  I am so pleased that you were able to make it.  Please sit.”  She said as patting the sofa beside her.  He eagerly moved to accept the invitation of closeness to her.  “What would you have to drink?” Goddess Dwin asked.  “What are you having?” was his response to her. “Grand Marnier” she replied.  “Outstanding choice, I will have the same.”  The gentleman stated as he looked at the servant.  Quickly the slave responded with a humble “Yes sir.  Right away sir.”  And he turned and went to prepare it.  When he returned his cock had nearly soaked the entire front of his briefs.  He felt mortified, knowing that it would be impossible to miss such obvious wetness.  He kept his eyes lowered as he served the drink to the new guest.  He felt so aroused in his servitude and completely humiliated to be serving this stranger who was so attentive to the Goddess that possessed him.  The throbbing in his cock was starting to feel painful as his eyes gazed down cast and could not remove themselves from the site of his Goddess slowly running the sharp toe of her stiletto heel up and down the shin of the guest.  He was unaware that the Goddess had been appraising him while she seduced the stranger.   “Fetch my bag slave!” she commanded, making him near jump from his skin as his trance on her foot was broken.  God how he longed to be allowed to worship her feet, just the thought caused his heart to race.  Quickly he went to gather her bag for her and returned, offering it to her immediately.  She reached into the bag and pulled out a small wooden paddle.  She patted her knee as she looked the slave in the eye.  Without words he understood that she expected him to lay himself over her knees.  Quickly he obeyed, eagerly wishing only to please his Goddess.  As he laid himself over her knee he braced himself for the sting of the wood against his near bare ass.  Her hand lay on his ass and she unexpectedly began to caress him.  Her hand gently feeling every intimate inch of his ass, slowly her finger grazing his balls as she rounded the corner and came back full circle.  .  He could barely breathe at the excitement and anticipation he felt as he awaited her next move.   She started to comment on him to the stranger, as if he wasn’t even there.  “Do you know I had to REMIND this one to get me my drink this evening?”  “NO!” gasp the stranger.  “YES!” she replied as she raised the paddle and dropped it hard upon his ass.  “Thank you Goddess” replied the slave “may I have another?”  With a wide smile upon her face she obliged him and didn’t wait to be ‘invited’ to apply the next 49 whacks.  She gently kissed her hand and then caressed his ass tenderly as if to soothe the wound she had just inflicted.  A second later she shoved him from her knees.  “Is dinner about ready slave?” she demanded of him.  With a tear on his face he meekly replied, “Yes my Goddess.  Right this way Goddess.”  And he led without hesitation to the dining room.  There the table was perfectly set the candles yet to be lit.  Quickly he moved to pull the chair out for his Goddess.  As she seated herself she touched his hand and murmured a soft sensual thank you as if to insinuate she was thanking for more than the simple offering of the chair.  His veins throbbed with desire for her.  A small groan escaped his lips and did not go unnoticed.  Not wanting to be afforded another discipline as he had just been afforded he quickly lit the candles on the table and around the entire room.  Being dark out a light perspiration rose to the slave’s skin, knowing the shades were yet to be pulled and being dark out the neighbors could possibly see him.   Moving silently to the corner he turned the stereo on with the instructed dinner music and pulled the shades before anybody had hopefully caught a glimpse of him waiting on people in his briefs.  His Goddess chatted lightly questioning the stranger and intently listened to his every response.  Moments later the slave returned with salads and set them in front of his Goddess and her guest, and then poured them each a glass of white wine.  As he backed away he could see that she had moved her foot up to the man’s crotch and was caressing his bulging member. 

The excitement and chemistry in the room felt like a magical with the energy it expelled in the air feeling as if sparks might well fly at any moment.  Moving back to the wall the slave silently waited for them to finish their salads.  He could feel his pre-cum as a small drop spilled off of his briefs and onto his foot.  He was certain the whole room had heard the incident.  He trembled that his body’s behavior might in some way displease his Goddess.  As she finished her salad she delicately laid the fork on the plate and gently moved it a slight inch without paying the smallest amount of attention to him she continued her intent focus completely on the other man.  Obediently he moved forward and accepted their dirty dishes gracefully, backing away from the table several steps before turning to take them to the kitchen and gather the main course from the oven.  

He slipped his hands inside the hot pad and lifted dinner out of the oven.  Pleased that it seemed to smell as if it would taste perfectly.  Carefully he placed the servings neatly upon the two plates, placed them upon the serving platter, tossed the towel over his arm and returned to serve his Goddess her main course.  When he entered the room she had stood up, and bending over was deeply kissing the other man.  The slave swallowed hard at her blatant display of passion being released upon this man.  Silently he waited for her to finish.  The few seconds that the kiss lasted felt more like hours to the slave as his desire to be the one being kisses surged deep within him.  He felt ashamed of his thoughts for he didn’t yet know if this Goddess would find him worthy enough to even be allowed to touch her let alone to be allowed such privilege as to kiss her!  His throat felt dry and his cock ached from the 2+ hours of continual hardness.  The Goddess finally finished the kiss with a turn he was afforded a breath taking vision of her that he suddenly thought he would just plain cum without ever so much as a touch.  “Oh my God!” he thought.  How can she make me so excited that I could cum without so much as a touch?” 

The Goddess sat down; quickly assessing the excitement level of his cock she thought she should bring it under control.  She reached up and grabbed his erect nipple with an iron grip and twisted it in a near circle.  Suddenly he was cumming.  He dropped to his knees in weakness.  The excitement had been so great that the force of the cum had left droplets upon the floor and in his Goddess' lap.  Horrified he begged her to be allowed to clean his mess.  She looked at him as if he were void of control she picked up her butter knife by the blade and used the handle to apply a firm reminder upon his balls.  “Lick that mess up you pig!  How could you soil me like that?”  Quickly and obediently he began licking her skirt diligent to not leave so much as a trace.  As soon as he had cleaned her skirt completely he moved to lick the floor clean of his cum.  Before he could finish she had lifted her foot over his back and had her shoe on him, pushing his bow to the floor.  “Did I say you could cum slave?!” she demanded?  “N-o-o-oooo Goddess.” he trembled.  She ground her heel into his back and he dared not even wince with the pain.  “NEVER do that again!”  She said while lifting his chin with the toe of her shoe until his eyes met hers.  “You don’t cum unless I say cum!  Do you understand?”  She barked at him, having brought her face to within inches of his.  “Yes Goddess!” came the quick response.  She reached down and grabbed his balls and lifted him to a standing position.  “I believe you have, once again, forgotten your place!” she firmly stated.  She nodded her head as if she had just made some indelible record for all eternity.   She pulled her legs together and effortlessly twisted back under the table.  “Now where were we?” she asked of the stranger.  “Ah yes, we were about to dine on what will prove to be either delectable or detestable.”  She said looking into the eyes of her slave.  How she enjoyed his squirming at her pleasures.  How exciting to observe the natural effect she had on men since a very early age.  How exhilarating to feel the surge of power in bringing this slave willfully to his knees.  “May I get you anything else Goddess?” the slave begged of her.  “You are dismissed.” she simply stated.  He waited on his short stool in the kitchen listening to their jovial and suggestive banter.  He had positioned himself so he could still feast his eyes upon his Goddess.  He watched as she began again to caress the stranger’s cock methodically.  His cock that had barely gone down during after his explosion had once again risen to a firm state.  He tried to close his eyes and remove the distraction of her presence, but he could not keep his eyes closed.  Whatever he saw, he thought it would never be enough.  He opened his eyes to see she had moved her plate away, indicating that he should clear it.  She had already made it clear that she did not expect to have to give him every little simple instruction.  If he saw it was to be done, he was to do it.  Period.  It would be considered to be disrespectful to her if he did not.  Quickly he cleared away the dishes and returned with coffee and desert, beautifully arranged and served.  Over all she was really very pleased by this slave.  She swept her hand dismissing him and again he moved around the corner.  He quietly cleaned the dishes from their dinner into the dishwasher while they ate.  He worked as quietly as possible so as to not miss a single word. 

The Goddess nodded to the gentleman who came around and pulled out her chair in spite of her agility to move around with the chair perfectly in place.  She nodded and he offered her arm, patting her hand as he tucked it around his arm.  He led her instinctively to the Master Bedroom.  The slave’s heart sank as the door to what was once his bed room closed.  He moved to the door and peered through the key hole.  His body raced at the sites he saw there in.  A warm glow came over him as he watched his Goddess writhe and heard her soft moans.  Their positioning such that he could catch full vision of cum that was forming a puddle on the floor.  He felt such a myriad of feelings that in their newness felt so strange.  He laid himself on the floor on the rug that had been laid for just that purpose.  He closed his eyes and dreamed great dreams.

 His awe continued to grow the more he came to know of her.  Servitude had this last week had been everything and then again nothing he had imagined it would be.  The more he knew the more he longed to know.  How could this hunger that burned inside him continue to grow?  He was consumed by it near from the start. 

He was not surprised that he had not slept at all well on that hard floor.  He awoke with a start.  The tinkle of the little bell he had purchased for his Goddess to call him to her side.  Her summoning him was something that he eagerly awaited in his subconscious mind.  He had been looking forward to the day when he would serve her real time since minute one it seemed.  Running his fingers through his short hair he quickly moved turning the handle and entering the room.  He felt nervous and somewhat guilty for having watched through the keyhole.  He had not asked permission and somehow he felt that maybe she had even wanted him to see what he had seen.  The erotic visions of her filled his brain pushing all other thoughts aside.  Forcing himself to stay in the present for he did not wish to displease his Goddess in even the most minute of ways. 

His awe continued to grow the more he came to know of her.  Servitude had this last week had been everything and then again nothing he had imagined it would be.  The more he knew the more he longed to know.  How could this hunger that had all his life burned inside him continue to grow?  He was consumed by it near from the start.  Unfortunately or fortunately, dependant upon one’s perspective she also caused a state of constant arousal in him, on top of the fact that he was also experiencing that typical morning hard on that is nothing more than a pseudo erection albeit occasionally handy.  Seeing her there laying with her hair spread out on the pillows looking at him with sex filled eyes and that fresh fucked look that is often so appealing was not helping his dick behave.  More than anything he wanted to make love to her and experience the endorphins that she always managed to maximally release.  She smiled slyly at him as she ran her finger caressing his stiff cock.  She purred and closed her eyes and continued caressing him.  The pre-cum was flowing like a fountain in no time as she manipulated his balls.   She pulled herself up and put her mouth over his cock and breathed hot breath on to it and he thought he would faint.  Sucking the pre-cum she pulled her off with a tight pop and reached for his head and gave him a good morning kiss.  She looked lovingly at him and rolled over and displayed her backside.  “Worship me slave she said.”  He started with loving caresses to stimulate her body he was in no hurry so he paid very careful attention to every single inch.  After he had been massaging her for about an hour she ordered him “Clean me up”.  While totally aroused at the idea of the privilege of being so close and intimate with her he was also humiliated to know that he would be receiving another man’s cum in his worship of her.  Regardless of his feelings he began licking like a thirsty puppy.  He knew better than to behave disappointingly to his Goddess in her worship.  She had warned him that it meant long periods without the pleasure of her touch or being allowed to touch her.  Soon enough he had licked what ever had remained after she had washed herself.  She had instructed him to put a little warming pot with water in it and sex towels as she called them, better known as finger towels.  She was always careful to clean herself after going to the bathroom or sex for every imaginable reason.  His nostrils were filled with the sweet scent of her and he was stimulating her sphincter with his tongue.  He loved the idea of seeing her have anal orgasms.  Since the moment she told him he was insane to see it happen.   His cock was throbbing at the idea and he could barely contain the thought that his cock might ever be allowed that privilege.  Needless to say his experienced tongue was causing her juices to flow and from the angle he was he could see the colors changing and the creamy juices beginning to flow from her pussy.  Her excitement was enhanced by the pressure of her full bladder she was soon longing to have her ass fucked.   She reached out with her hand sliding under the sheet to the gentleman’s cock and started massaging what was already stiffened. 

Seeing this was exciting, humiliating and painful for the slave.  He realized that she would soon be having sex with ‘him’ again.  Stirring and stretching the man opened his eyes and looked at her and slid his hand over to her ass, pulling her cheek wider so that the slave could fully lubricate, stimulate and prepare her for his use.  After a few moments the slave is tapped to step aside and she is instructed to stand and place herself over the bed.  The Gentleman moves in behind her with a healthy and hard cock.  Gently he slid his cock in to the first muscle and carefully pushed past it, continuing as he reached the second until he had every inch of his large cock inserted into her ass.  He stood there a moment admiring her back side and gearing him self up to fuck her lights out.  Gently and carefully loosing her up he pushed and pulled her hips in a slow rhythm.  He could feel her beginning to be wet and increased his speed which, as always, was met with her healthy thrusts assisting him in the fuck.  He motioned the slave to start sucking her clit.  Eagerly he moved into position, ready to take her cum immediately.  He very much enjoyed being allowed to be her cum slut.  It was not long before she was gushing gulps for him with the total erotic experience of so much of her sex stimulated.   She continued to have climax after climax and was soon begging to stop.  But the gentleman seemed to have lost a bit of his gentlemanliness.   He continued to fuck he and the slave continued to suck her and she continued to climax.  After about 10 more she was collapsing then the man let him self go and filled her with his cum.   Collapsing on top of her the slave dropped to the floor and was thrilled and deprived at the same time.  

Rolling off of her his arm remained around her as she rolled on her side to face him he looked her in the eye and said, “Baby, your ass is tight like a virgin and hot like a whore every single time!  I LOVE IT!” 

The slave knew if he was present it was his job to see that she was quickly cleaned.  She had not indicated she wished to be licked so he dipped a sex cloth into the pot and began lovingly wiping her clean.  She lifted her leg to assist him in better access to her sex.  When he was finished he offered to clean the man who, thankfully, preferred to clean himself.  “Breakfast!”  she ordered the slave out of the room.  He obediently left to prepare them coffee, orange juice, fresh fruit and a bagel with cream cheese.  Bringing it back to the room on a carefully prepared silver tray he bowed his head and laid it on her lap now that she had moved rest her back on the pillows.  She looked up at him lovingly and reaching to caress his face she softly said, “Thank You.”  He knew she was thanking him for more than just the breakfast and his heart soared.    She motioned that he should kneel next to her and he quickly moved and bowed his head at her feet.  Waiting for her next command he quietly replayed the sexual reactions that his mouth had enjoyed and the humiliation his mind had experienced. 

The morning news had been switched on and the slave was offered to watch as his Goddess understood that it was best to keep his mind filled with input to achieve maximum output.  In fact he knew that his mind was among her considered most valuable assets, if not the most valuable.  In an eagerness to give her his very best he was always turned on to excel, no matter the subject at hand.  Since her entry into his life his career had stepped into full fledged.  She pushed her foot in his face indicating that he could massage it.  She loved her feet and legs rubbed.  Of course wearing those come fuck me heals were conducive of some tight calves and sore balls from practically tip toeing around.  Her desire met his need to experience that pleasure in service.  When the morning announcements were made the slave rose and turned the shower on for his Goddess.  She followed close behind him and stepped into the luxurious oversized multi head shower he had had custom installed.  He absolutely loved this part of his day.  As he lathered the shampoo in her hair and massaged her scalp.  Once complete she turns and begins the rinse and he applies conditioner and clips her waist length hair on top of her head.  Then he began exfoliating her skin.  This was specific to scrub so the skin would be smooth and soft 10 firm strokes on every inch.   Having worked hard lifting all of her life her arms preferred to relax and enjoy someone else’s ministrations to her body.  Once he finished the process he applied soap and washed her yet again.