Confession

my weakness

On the weekend i made a trip to a well known big box retailer to pick up some supplies desired by Goddess. Working my way down the coffee section i picked up Her favorite espresso beans and turned to put the package in the cart when my gaze instantly locked to a pair of the deepest bluest eyes i have ever seen. She stared right at me and i at Her for an instant before i caught my myself and looked away. The baby blues were those of a gorgeous twenty-something  beauty with the most adorable face, high cheekbones, full lips, long chestnut hair flowing down over Her shoulders, her body lithe. Sculptural.  As She sauntered past me, a sly smile on Her lips. She had caught me staring, no doubt about it. i let Her get some distance between us, hoping to put my embarrassment  as far away from Her as possible. But She walked slowly down the aisle giving me a glorious view of Her toned, tanned legs that rose into a frilly white summer dress just concealing a magnificent behind. Bouncing as She moved. Her strut completely hypnotic. She seemed to walk slowly, deliberately in front of me, forcing me to watch Her from behind, such was Her power. Then i noticed it. i was getting hard, i couldn’t help it. Right there in the coffee aisle i was sporting a full-on erection, only held in check by my jeans. I tried to hide my shame by turning to the shelf and pretending to examine something until i could get my cock back down.

Its crazy a Woman’s power.

Now you may be wondering why i can relate this little anecdote when as I said before, Goddess reviews all of these posts. Well one of the little rituals She has for me is a weekly confession time wherein i am given a chance to divulge any such transgressions and She acts as judge, jury and administrator of any discipline or punishment She may feel is warranted.

In this case it was warranted.

When confession time approached Goddess changed into something sexy and comfortable, in this case a white sheer neglige that made it quite clear that was (almost) all She was wearing. She gave me a come hither look and crooked  Her finger commanding me to follow Her to our special room. Now this particular room may not seem special to the uninformed eye as it is basically empty except for a comfortable chair placed in the corner. There are however some rules that have been established for this one room in Her home. These are quite simple actually. At the entrance to the room i am always to remove all clothing before proceeding past the threshold as i dutifully did on this occasion, leaving everything neatly folded at the entrance. I then proceed to move the chair from the corner and place it in the center of the room as Goddess takes a seat, sitting comfortably upon the chair, elegantly crossing Her toned, tanned legs. On this night i immediately notice the gold anklet sitting gently just above Her elegant ankle. She knows full well what that does to me. my cock begins to pulse instinctively, my breathing becomes more rapid.

With a single finger She points at the floor and i obey Her unspoken command and sink slowly to my knees before Her, falling into subspace as my body descends. i place my hands behind me at the small of my back. i always find this act irresistibly erotic and it fills me completely with submissive desires. My manhood now fully at attention, throbbing strongly, rising high as i fall so low. my head bowed, i am entranced by Her, the glittering anklet seizing my gaze.

For what seems like an eternity We/we stay there. i on my knees before Her, aching cock throbbing, She resting comfortably, just taking it all in. Then when She’s ready the silence is broken.

“Confession time Ethan”

With that i relate the tale of my shopping indiscretion in all its detail just as i wrote above...

Again silence.

Then She moves forward, placing Her soft, feminine hand below my chin, pushing it up until our eyes meet. i instinctively try to look away but She grasps my chin between two fingers and forces Her gaze upon me. Looking through me completely, that all-knowing stare i know so well. She clearly does not seem pleased.

She edges closer, and releases Her grip. Leaning down ever so slightly i feel Her warm hand encircle my nutsac then without warning She tightens Her grasp and pulls downward. I gasp and moan from the pain but She maintains a tight grip. i lean forward trying to relieve the pressure but with Her other hand She grasps a fistful of my hair,

“Don’t make a move, don’t even think about it”

An uncomfortable silence fills the space between us.

“Whose balls are these?” She asks, tightening Her grasp just a little more for emphasis.

“Yours Goddess, of course...Yours” i struggle to answer Her demand.

“Say it again”

“my balls are Yours Goddess”

“That’s right!”

Releasing Her grip on my hair Her other hand grasps the base of my cock, now deflated somewhat by the pain from my balls.

She begins to pump Her fist around my shaft, re-inflating me. i feel a warm stream of pre-cum follow each stroke, oozing out, stickily coating my shaft, Her hand and forming a growing shiny pool below me on the hardwood floor. my rampant erection returns. Pumping me slowly but firmly She edges me once...twice...three times, my frame shudders each time She jerks Her slick fist from my cock head.

i gasp, struggling for breath, for control, as She takes a firm grasp of my pulsing rod and holds it.

“And your cock? Who owns this?”, again She tightens Her grip, my blood struggling to pulse through Her tight fist.

“my cock belongs to you Goddess, all of me is yours”

“Right again boy?”

With that She rises from Her chair to stand over me. A swift kick urges me to quickly spread my legs even further.

“put your hands behind your head”

Without even a thought i comply. i am completely exposed to Her, vulnerable, naked in body and mind.

She slowly walks around me, gliding Her fingers possessively across my shoulders and back until i feel Her take a tight grasp of my right ass cheek. Leaning into my ear with Her mouth She says with a throaty whisper, simply,

“mine...got that boy?”

“yes Goddess”

She struts slowly around the other side of me and takes Her place on the chair. Slyly crossing Her legs i just catch a fleeting glimpse of Her panties, the front oh so damp, as She crosses Her legs placing the shimmering anklet before me.

A simple nod of Her head and a steely look from Her piercing eyes is all i need to comprehend Her unspoken message.

Now is the time to demonstrate my contrition.

Leaning forward i bow to her as i place my lips upon Her proffered foot. Kissing it with the

Confess!

deepest remorse and out of total love and submission i work my way down to Her toes, engulfing each with my mouth, encircling each with my strong tongue. i plead for Her forgiveness offering Her my total debasement and humiliation.

She offers no further words, no additional touch for pleasure or for pain. She demands simply that i beg for Her forgiveness with my tongue, my lips. my pounding erection an unconscious, uncontrollable testament to the power of Her beauty, Her spirit, over me.

i am possessed, owned, by Her in totality. In silence i offer all my thanks for Her allowing me to be where i belong.

On my knees at the feet of a Goddess.

my rightful place