The Guiding Goddess

It was 3:45 pm when the plane landed at the airport.  The flight had been tiresome however she felt closer to her goal than she had ever been.  She had warned him that she could not be hidden from.  He still was unaware of how very serious that she was.  He was about to find out.  She knew he wasn’t included in the contract for him to work at the airport.  It had not been difficult to narrow down his exact local for her.  She wasn’t going to bother with a cab though; she had commissioned a limousine to drive her around.  She had little to no interest in struggling to find her own way around a strange city.  She preferred the knowledge that someone would be at her beck and call who knew the city and its comings and goings very well. 

The limo driver recognized her from the photo she had forwarded.  So often these things make an individual seem more attractive than the do in real life.  In this instance it was completely the opposite.  Mike’s jaw dropped slightly as he laid eyes upon her.  Her full length fur coat falling open to fully exposing her well shaped legs.   It was obviously that they went all the way to heaven.  His heart stopped as a vision out of nowhere he imagined her bringing those spiked heels bearing down upon some poor man for an infraction he may have committed against her. 

She observed Mike’s reaction through her dark sun glasses so that he was not aware she had also spotted him.  She delicately licked her lips as she thought how fun he would be to devour.  However she knew she must keep her focus, and he was not the purpose of her visit.  She had entirely another goal from which she would not be dissuaded.   Dutifully Mike knew he was there to gather the luggage and drive her to the pre-specified locations.  He knew from her direction that she was not interested in banter or questions so he kept his communications abbreviated.  He gathered her luggage as it came down the carousel and he turned to her and nodded his head towards the doors where he was parked and quietly said “Maam?”  She shook her head in approval and he lead the way with a suit case in each hand.  She carried a metal brief case that looked like something out of 007.  He would have never guessed that it weighed near 60 pounds with the ease she carried it.  Mike picked up his pace to gain enough room to toss her suitcases into the trunk before she needed the door opened.  He had to move quite quickly as she kept a fairly steady stride.  He had all he could do to not breath too hard as he held the door open for her, closing it as she drew her legs in his eyes glued to her.   Damn! He muttered to himself once he had shut the door.

He could not believe that the site of this woman’s legs had caused such a stir in his member.  Mike was generally unaffected by the site of women.  But this obviously wasn’t just any woman.  He made short the strides needed to get her to her destination by the designated time.  Even though she had barely said a word to him he knew this was not the woman that he wanted to disappoint. 

He sped her off to the parking lot of the post office where she had indicated he was to follow her when she got into the back seat of the black sedan.  There was a man who had just gotten into the drivers seat only moments following her sliding into the back.  The driver’s reaction was one of obvious surprise when he caught her reflection in his rear view mirror.  Michel sat there with his knuckles turning white while grasping the steering wheel.  She had slid into his back seat uninvited and unannounced, reaching around his neck with her hand clasping his throat and knife blade slid across his throat.   "Michel, you have disappointed me for the very last time!  Take me to ­­­­­­­­­Mowatt.” she quietly and assertively whispered into his ear.  He felt the hair on his body rise as he recognized the voice.   His blood froze in his veins His hands clutched the steering wheel to make him believe this was reality.  Her  her voice instantly giving rise to every emotion within him.  Although he had never felt her touch before it was some how familiar in his mind…as he had imagined.  Excitement surged through his body as he surrendered control to this woman he had never been able to resist.  “You are mine!  Now and forever slave.  You have no choice, your will is my own.”  He was suddenly on fire on the inside.  He believed there was no way for her to perceive his feelings when she owned him.  But she knew.  She smugly slid back into the center of the back seat so he could not look past her if he looked out the rear view mirror.  He could not help but look and when he did he found his eyes stuck staring into hers, as if he suddenly had no will of his own.  “Eyes on the road slave!”  she ordered.  Quickly he became attentive to his driving, his mind back onto her original command.  His pulse racing as he thought he would burst like a bomb at any moment.

“Park the car and you are to follow me without a word.  If you fail to obey me things shall go regretfully bad for you.  Understood?”  Quickly he nodded yes.  He was shaking inside like a leaf and it was all he could do to keep the outside from reflecting his insides.  He parked the car in the valet parking and started around the car to open her door and he was met at the trunk by the limo driver that had been following.  “I’m her body guard.  Don’t slip up or you belong to me!”  Sizing him up Michel thought better than to do something that might land him back in prison.  Michel moved around Mike and opened the door for the woman whom he had yet to have full view of.  This asshole didn’t scare him!  He’d yet to meet a man who did.  But the woman shook the axis of his world!  His breath caught in his throat as long stocking legs where darkness gave way to lily white flesh. His cock lurched as his eyes lowered to her black patent shoes.  His mind knew the weight per square inch that one of those could apply was extreme.  This so excited his mind as he instantly replayed comments of planting one square in his chest if she felt she did not have his full attentions. 

She clicked her heels as she crossed the marble floor to the Cashier.  She had her credentials ready so the exchange was nearly without words.  She asked about the room preparations.  The clerk confirmed that all was ready.  Michel felt as nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof.  It took most of his energy to attempt to keep his cock under control, which obviously he was failing terribly.  His predicament did not go unnoticed by the clerk.  He felt the pre-cum start to seep from the head of his cock and soak through his underwear.  Before they had finished the paperwork the chauffeur emerged quietly to stand next to Michel.  His shyness so strong he could feel the perspiration beginning to rise.  As the Goddess walked past him she purposely passed him touching him almost unnoticeably.  He sucked in her scent, excited as hell and scared to death.  She had always threatened that she was coming.  He always thought her threats were just bullshit or teasing so he never took them seriously.  The trio headed towards the elevator.  Mike was a few steps ahead and had the elevator doors immediately opened.    As is normal everyone entered and faced the door.  But no more had the doors shut and she grabbed Michel by the front of his shirt and he found himself against the wall of the elevator speechless.  She stood on her toes, pulling him towards her, using his shirt like a handle, she got in his face.  Breathing in his spirit she quietly reminded him of how long she had waited for this.  His heart raced in excitement and fear as he felt prepared to face his inner demons and see if it would be anything like he had imagined.  He had fantasized this moment for years.

She listened to his breathing and could feel his heart pounding in his chest as if it were about to escape.  The knowledge of his nervousness fed her feeling of power over him.  Her eyes sparkled with pleasurable thoughts of what she had in store for him.   She’d had many months to lay her plans.  “You long for me to accept you don’t you Michel?” she hissed into his ear.    “You secretly cling to the fantasy of slavery to me don’t you Michel?  Your eternal battle is struggling between your two selves.  Even now you fear what will come in the next minute, the next hour don’t you?  The elevator had stopped and she had continued to command his full attention.  They move ahead and Mike opens the door.  There is a large living room in this two bedroom suite.  The living room looks fabulous and nothing abnormal at all, but beyond through the door to the bedroom he sees all forms of torture devices and implements to restrain and he goes cold inside and is tempted to dart in fear of his desire.  He knows he wants it, craves it, longs for it, fantasizes about it compulsively and yet at the precipice he is petrified to jump.  She had known well to bring this bull ox of a man to see that her wishes were respected.

Of course she had known full well what she was getting herself into almost from the first moment when she decided to make her threats reality.  Okay, to her they were not really threats, but more promises really.  If this then that, a logical chain of command processing.  She had allowed him free choice and his choices had continued to be poor.  Such as it is with a man, so often the flow of blood can not sustain the whole of the body.  All the more reason to love the Latowski.  That is right on the top of the wish list!!!  Truly the most handsome device she had ever laid eyes upon. 

She had known full well about his seeming manic depressive side and the animal strength that comes as it’s demonic nature.  When they had first met his profile had said he was a spirit.  In her heart she had chosen to believe that it was a good spirit.  Michel, after all does mean who is like the lord.  The strongest angel of all:  God’s arch angel.  His star she wore around her neck, reminding her that Michael was always there for her, along with 10,000 others. 

Looking at him confirmed what She known when she had the cage constructed in her back room she had known that flimsy nails and wood would not be adequate.  Re-rod set in concrete had seemed overkill to R.  Her mind a whirl of excitement and joy as she focused on her prey.

Standing in front of him she reached up to his shoulder and with the force of a single finger he went down to his knees.  His eyes filled with tears of joy and clouded with apprehension.   She gently caressed the left side of his face, slowly trailing the side of her hand from the top of his head past his brow and pausing on his cheek bone.  Her left hand embraced his face on the right and he had no choice but to look deep into her eyes.  Resting there she looked deep into his eyes thoroughly into his soul.  Thanking God that she saw that he still had one.  There are those who don’t you know.  Suddenly all fear vanished as he too saw her soul.  His crazy emotions going wild on the inside of him.  Mentally kicking his own ass for much of his distant past behavior.  As if reading his mind she started circling him and when she was on his back side she leaned close to his ear and breathed words into his ear, “you know you have earned my punishment don’t you?”  He gasp for air, barely capable of speech and replied with a very course and quiet “Yes.”  Lifting her foot she placed it in his back,  He felt her pushing her stiletto heel into his back.   had it not been for Mike standing like some Bull waiting the red flag Michel might have put the woman on the floor, after all he was much larger, not to mention stronger than she was. Just as quickly as his fear had vanished it rekindled.  The demons of his mind sprang to life.  No matter how he had tried to quash them they were always alive.  Some of the scariest shit that he had read on the internet sprang to life in his mind and he feared that these things would be his doom.  After all, he’d seen the videos of Owk.  Those men beaten black and bloody blue and forced to do all kinds of unimaginable tasks.  Certainly many of them must have ended up dead from their tortures.  She listened to the shortness of his breath and it was as if she read his mind, as it had so often seemed.  Sensing his distress She beckoned Mike to bring her a chair, which was immediately put in place. 

When she sat on the chair, putting her elbows on her knees put the Goddess and slave eye to eye.  Ahhh one of her favorite places to be: in his mind.  A place filled with a legion of information, some amazing beautiful.  Some so appallingly unthinkable it should never even be.  Of course there was every variation of color in between.  She knew she had to calm his fear lest he have a heart attack or stroke from self induced stress.  Very softly she said to him:  “I would NEVER draw BLOOD from you!”  Searching his eyes she looked for belief.  As always, it was not there, only a shadow of it, even if only in the longed for distance.  She could see that the demons needed to be slain.  She believed that the only way she would gain his trust was to drive him to the edge and then carry him back.  Quietly sitting there she allowed the minutes to pass.  Listening to his body tell her all she needed to know about him, as if that was the actual intention.  Pressing her fingers together and resting her chin on her thumbs she pondered her thoughts gauging his mind.  She breathed a quiet peace into the room with all of her energy and opening her hands she once again caressed both sides of his face.  Michel felt a calm peace flow over him and this was one of those rare moments when he felt he could trust her.

Trust was a real problem for Michel.  He felt fairly betrayed by his mother, and he is correct., in ways he was.  Over all his relationships with women had all had some form of negative undertone.  It was not a question of it ever being anything other than betrayal.  The question was what form was the betrayal.  The Goddess needed to determine through his body language how much was exterior and how much was interior.  Analyzing from that how much was repairable.  The one foundational fact she always kept in her fore thought was that all of the exceptionally intelligent men she had known had some form of thought process failure.  If her only purpose in his life was to heal this ill then that would bring her happiness and satisfaction.  However her plans were anything but temporary. 

She looked at Mike and signaling with her eyes and a slight motion of her finger that she would like her flogger.  Obediently he quietly fetched it and placed the pair of ornately carved crystal fobbed handles, braided in all white cow hide into her out reached hand.  Standing up she lithely spun the chair around so that the back was directly in front of Michel.  “STAND!” she barked at him.  Suddenly feeling a little cocky she saw the mischief replace the fear in his eyes.  He started to make a comment and the look on her face stopped him cold.  She walked behind him and pushed his back as she ordered him to bend over the chair and grasp the front legs near the seat.   She held her hand out for the sets of custom cuffs to shackle his ankles.  Having spent a life time measuring men she was able to do it in a quick glance within a minute margin if she wished.  It was always very humorous when a man attempted to lie about his personal statistics to her.  Did they believe she had been tripped by stupid?  Squatted down she crisply clasp the thick metal in place and looped the chain through the heavy wood of the chair and he jumped a bit as the lock snapped into place.   Standing and moving in front of him she squatted  and as she did so it caused her knees to rise up and he could not stop from staring clearly and completely up her legs.  He caught his breath and choked as he longed for nothing more than to worship her there.   This position had absolutely become a pain in the cock.  But then his cock had come to know much pain since he had known her.  And to think he thought he was impotent.  As of late he could not seem to get it down his mind was so filled with thoughts of her.  The seeming months of incessant hardness gave new meaning to the term blue balls.  No sooner would he beat the relentless organ down and it would be smacking his belly again. 

Of course she was very aware that she would have this effect upon him as she hadn’t even needed to be present to cause it in the past.  How much greater the temptation when right before your very face?  She put her face beneath his and was so close he could almost feel the brush of her eyelashes.  So absorbed in her eyes and more so his effort to adjust his tender member he had barely noticed the cold metal lock on his wrists.  Of course she knew, as always, that his thoughts were even and especially now, more about himself.  It was not relevant that she was the focus of those thoughts.  It was only relevant that they existed.  It was only relevant that she had the opportunity to adjust the roots of those thoughts. 

She snapped her fingers and a chair was pushed behind her for her convenience, She rose and seated herself.  They were now near nose to nose.  She gently reached up and caressed his hair, memorizing the texture of it.  Feeling the bristle of his chin she drew her fingers across his lips and paused there for him to breath her in.  He was certain she would repay him for his evil words and deeds.  He was certain her retribution was going to cause his behavior to become a pale memory when compared to what he feared he was about to experience.  Of course only he, his heart and soul knew the depths to which he should be punished.  He was an adult man and his behavior had often been that of a 6 year old.  As we all know six year olds are not often all that well self controlled.  As she forced his eyes to meet hers there was no mistake that the only thing he could see was adoration.  He suddenly doubted that he was completely doomed.  He saw twinkling light and charity there, but most of all he saw love, bright shining love.  She smiled at him, feeling him relax a minuscule degree.  She sighed, they had so much work to do, so many hurdles to jump before they could glide with ease and create the energy she imagined they could.   His head was swimming, his breathing barely existed, his thoughts were mangled in his mind.  The sensual way that she was ceaselessly caressing him controlled his suddenly feeble mind. 

Hmmmmm she purred into his ear.  You have been such a bad, bad boy, you know that don’t you?  You have disappointed and hurt me, you know that better than any.  You definitely must be punished, you know that don’t you?  She waited for his response quietly for a minute, questioningly staring into his eyes.  When he did not respond she wove her fingers into his short hair tightly and yanked his head back, causing his eyes to tear.  “Y-y-y-yes” he stammered.  She snickered thinking how unlike his usual cocky nature he was suddenly behaving.  His inner selves having a screaming fight within his head.  He had longed for her to extol her control over him from nearly the first sentence she had uttered to him.  Her eyes searched his to see the depths of his soul.  She shuddered remembering a time when she had looked into the blackened space of soulless eyes, eyes that haunted her memory.  She stood, reaching over Michel’s head, laying her hands on his waist, causing her hips to press into his head that she had forced down.  She slowly felt every rippling muscle, softly covered through his shirt.  By the time her hands reached his shoulders she was standing.  She swung around behind him and snapped her fingers two times.   What had been mistaken for the bar was a tool bench with neatly laid implements.  Michel started to shake imagining the ill that was about to become him.  He both longed for and dreaded his impending punishment. 

She lifted a leather hood off of the table and slid it over his head, pulling the straps at the throat tightly enough to cramp his stile of normal breathing and yet loose enough so as not to harm nor damage him in any permanent way.  She understood that he imagined she meant to bring him harm, be it emotional, physical, or psychological, she knew he expected it.  She slowly caressed his head and he relished in the captive nature of his position.  His anxiety drifting as he absorbed the moment of pleasure that was current.  It was obvious that she knew well her effect on him as she moved around him, careful to brush her thigh on his skin here and force his senses to be encompassed by her.  She whispered in his ear, speaking of how she had waited and anticipated this moment.  

She moved the flogger softly across his shoulders and back, running it over his buttocks and carefully down his inner thigh to the soft flesh behind his knee.  She paused there, applying a pressure that she knew could change to crippling if she desired.  Slowly moving back up the opposite thigh she tantalized him as he held his breath waiting.  Slowly she started a gentle rhythm upon his back with the flogger, swinging from left to right, top to bottom in criss cross motion.  She both watched and felt Michel begin to relax under her administrations.  Ever so slowly with even increments she increased the strength of her stride.  After 3 minutes the welts were fairly vivid and Michel could not believe how completely wonderful this was causing him to feel.  This was everything he dreamed and nothing he had imagined.  After 10 minutes her arm began to grow a little stiff from the consistent movement.   She moved around to Michel’s face and lifted the hood to see him clearly.  He was glowing with a joy that was difficult to imagine.  He didn’t know if he should just continue to fall deeper in love with her or hate her for making him feel this way.  “Thus far I’ve been gentle on you my pet.” she purred in his ear, rubbing her cheek upon his while grinning broadly at Michael who was quietly absorbing all that he observed.  Her words sent a chill of goose bumps straight up Michel’s spine.  He quaked on the inside remember as only he could how horridly he had behaved towards her. 

In his bouts of misbehavior she was fairly well convinced that he was acting out to ‘earn’ the punishments he had so longed for and dreamed of.  In fact he had dreamt of this all of his life, or at least since he was 7 or 8.   From nearly the moment they met she had deemed that it would be necessary to tether and confine this particular slave a fair portion of the time.  Likely some where near 30 or a little better percent is what she had decided.  She had most of the future well planned.  Thoughts flew through her mind at jet speed.  She reached to her ‘tool bench’ and brought Pure Capsaicin over under his nose, she yanked his chin down with her other hand and placed it on to his tongue.  He screamed as it felt to burn the flesh from his taste buds.  Salivating like a dog he started to cry as she continued to press the capsaicin, rubbing it left and right to assure affecting his entire mouth.  After a few  minutes, which felt like hours to Michel, she lifted the capsaicin from his tongue and brought salt over to his still open and waiting mouth.  Sifting a moderate amount of salt upon his tongue she did not miss his sigh of relief.  Damn, that hurt like a bitch he thought, but certainly was neither unhealthy nor permanently damaging.  Setting the salt shaker down she pulled on the leather gauntlets, the formed knuckles entrancing Michel.   Quickly she slapped first the right and then the left side of his face.  "You must learn to address me respectfully and properly at all times!"  Just as quickly she dropped the hood back into place and wrenched the collar back into place. 

Moving around to his behind she lifted a wooden paddle from the line of tools that patiently awaited their turns.  Gently she caressed his ass with one hand and rubbed the other side with the paddle.  Then switching hands she did likewise to the opposite side, to assure that all was just and even.  She lifted the paddle and dropped it relatively softly on the fullest flesh of his taut buttocks.  He almost giggled as he believed she would never hit him, not really hit him; you know, hit like a man?  She stepped back and dropped the wood upon the opposite side.  On the third stroke he jumped a little as she had doubled her efforts to resolve his deep seated need for punishment.  While her gentleness lifted like a shroud she was now turning the flesh a dark color of red before she lifted the paddle.  It wasn’t many strokes until the dark red began to lift and the welts began to shine.  The stripes he so deserved for his unseemly behavior.   It was her intent to darken things enough to leave a lasting sensation and colorful reminder that would remain fresh several days.

 -----To be continued-----