“you need to understand something about Stephanie, ethan. She just doesn’t like boys. I don’t mean that in a small way either. She actually despises males”
“Stephanie is quite wealthy and keeps a collection of men. She doesn’t play around with words like ‘submissive’, to Her they’re just slaves in every sense of the word. She treats them quite harshly, even cruelly. It takes a certain kind of man to serve a Women like that. I’m not sure a sweet, submissive guy like you could take it. She seems to find men who are total pain sluts and She can push even them to the limit and beyond.”
“you might be surprised to hear this from Me since you think i can be pretty strict with you but believe Me you don’t want to cross Stephanie. She and i actually have somewhat different ideas about men. So be on your best behavior and don’t embarrass me”
Close to the appointed hour Goddess received a phone call. Upon hanging up She announced “that was one of Stephanie’s boys calling from the car, She’s about 10 minutes away”
“Quick, bring me your leash”
i scrambled to the nearest wall hook and grabbed the first one i saw, a meter long leash made of stainless steel chain. Returning to Goddess I kneeled before Her and She quickly snapped the chain to my ‘house collar'. Without saying a word She headed for the front door pulling me tightly behind Her, crawling fast on hands and knees.
She stopped on the wide front steps and i kneeled at Her side, breathing heavily from the sudden exertion. Goddess then turned to stand in front of me. As She looked me over in front of the house i suddenly became very aware of my nakedness and vulnerability . Goddess however seemed very intense in Her examination. She unceremoniously kicked my knees further apart, fully displaying my maleness, while making micro-adjustments to my posture.
“Kneel up”
“Hands behind your back”
She grabbed and pushed my head so it was slightly bowed
“Stay behind me”
“I can only do so much to protect you”
That sounded rather strange and ominous.
Goddess then turned Her back to me giving me a magnificent view of Her curves accentuated by Her tight blue summer dress. i always enjoy this view, my eyes gliding over the sensuous curves of Her behind, down Her tawny, tanned legs to Her glorious feet held aloft by a pair of stiletto heeled summer shoes.
My manhood stirred and i became filled with warmth. i almost didn’t notice how nervous She seemed. She adjusted Her dress, ran Her hands over Her curves rather hypnotically (at least to me) and fixed Her hair, tossing Her locks back landing almost at my face.
Then suddenly the intercom just inside the door buzzed and Goddess practically lept to press the button.
The scratchy speaker announcing in a male voice,
“Mistress Stephanie has arrived”
Goddess pressed the button to open the gate. i felt rather useless at this point since Goddess had rushed to do these simple tasks that i would normally do.
She moved quickly in front Her me again, grabbing my leash and holding it tight. Within seconds a large black Mercedes pulled up in front of the house. My view was partially obscured by Goddess but i heard the sound of the front car doors opening. Then two rather buff young men appeared. They were each dressed identically. They each wore only a tight black Speedo and a thin steel collar that glinted in the midday sun.
they took their places on each side of the rear door of the car. One male held what looked like a large, very expensive, hand bag in one hand and a jet back, very cruel looking, whip coiled in the other. The second boy held what looked like leash chains in one of his hands. Both men then kneeled simultaneously and bowed their heads while one of them opened the car door.
Inside all i could see at first was the long, tanned legs of Mistress Stephanie ending in a pair of stiletto heeled shoes not dissimilar to those worn by Goddess.
She seemed to take Her time. Her males remained perfectly still awaiting Her emergence.
As She exited the car and stood Her beauty was obvious to any man. She was tall and lithe, beautiful but with an oddly cold expression that could freeze men's hearts. There was something about Her that just dripped with arrogance and dominance. Was it Her piercing gaze, the way She carried Herself around these men, the way they served Her and gestured their submission to Her with military like precision? There was an undefinable yet obvious power She telegraphed to those around Her, especially to men. Just watching the events unfold made me excited yet fearful all at once.
The male holding Her handbag bowed his head and offered it to Her but She waved him off with some indiscernible signal. He then made the same gesture in offering Her the sinister looking whip.
This She accepted.
She then snapped Her fingers and the other male closed the car door and unfolded the leash chains he was holding. He snapped one chain to his collar and the other chain to the collar of his slave mate. i then noticed that the ends both chains were attached to a single steel loop which He raised and offered to Mistress Stephanie. She took it in hand and stood there over the boys as they both in unison bowed before Her, placing their hands and faces to the ground.
She made them wait there for a moment as if to just bask in their submission and make them feel Her power over them. i always find performing a submissive act heightens my submissive feelings. i think Everyone/everyone present understood the message of this little performance.
Mistress Stephanie then snapped around and began almost strutting towards Goddess, Her boys scrambling to crawl behind Her. One held Her heavy looking handbag with his mouth.
Upon facing Goddess Her expression completely transformed. While She looked at Her males with an icy glare Her face became warm and radiant as She approached Goddess. They embraced tightly and to my initial shock Mistress Stephanie placed a deep sensual full lipped kiss upon Goddess who enthusiastically reciprocated.
‘Stephanie doesn’t like boys’
Oh now i began to understand.
As the two Goddesses continued to embrace and exchange warm greetings the two leashed males reestablished their positions behind their owner, on all fours, faces planted tightly on the ground. they didn’t move an inch and showed impressive discipline.
In this position i couldn’t help but notice the numerous red stripes criss-crossing their backs in various states of healing. It seems Mistress Stephanie’s whip wasn’t just for show.
i never fail to be amazed how such an age old tool has proven so affective at breaking and disciplining men down through the ages.
In the hands of a Women the whip becomes the very symbol of Her power and authority over males, who find it as simultaneously erotic and frightening as She who wields it.
i kept moving my eyes from the bowed males to Mistress Stephanie’s curled menacing whip to the lovely curves and smells of these awesome Women.
Suddenly Goddess stepped slightly aside revealing me. “This is ethan my....my slave”
She almost hesitated in calling me that. Goddess has often referred to me by many titles, pet, boy, sub etc but She usually only uses that title to make a point to one of Her friends.
i felt myself turn a little red from humiliation even though it was perfectly true and obvious to everyone. Still that word, ‘slave’, is so demeaning. It’s meant to be. It conjures up images of being owned, submissive and obedient, a piece of property. Yet just hearing that word stirred my loins. my cock twitched and rose. So much for trying to remain modest and polite!
As Mistress Stephanie looked me over that cold expression returned to Her face. i was about to greet Her when She suddenly stepped towards me and slapped me hard across the face leaving me stinging and in shock.
“How dare you look at Me boy” She virtually spat in my direction as i tried to regain my composure and bow my head keeping my eyes fixed on Her feet.
Just as suddenly She stepped even closer to me and delivered a swift kick to my nut sac.
I doubled over in horrific pain, my face to the cold step, my insides feeling like my organs had been put in a vice and twisted hard.
“Don’t ever point that thing at Me”, meaning my cock of course. Needless to say it shriveled and my balls went into hiding as i kneeled there in pain.
“Honestly dear, I don’t know why You don’t lock that thing away. The first thing I do when I get a new boy is have his cock pierced and locked down. Slaves need to know who owns them. they need to understand who owns their balls”
“ Oh Steph, you know i love to see an eager dog wagging its tail for its Mistress, i love the sight of a hungry, begging cock!”
They both laughed at that while i moaned in pain from Her expert and obviously well practiced kick.
The difference of opinion didn’t last long. Goddess gave me a slight kick in the thigh.
“Shut up ethan!”
i stifled my whimpers.
With that Goddess turned to the side and invited Mistress Stephanie to enter the house chased by Her crawling slaves. Goddess then followed and i crawled after Her.
In the large anteroom Mistress Stephanie demanded Her handbag from Her slave and dug into it pulling out a heavy lock. She tossed into onto the tile floor between Her slaves, one of whom instantly picked it up and both males crawled to the wall where a large steel loop was attached. One of the slaves them proceeded to lock himself and the other male by their leash chains to the wall. They then re-assumed their position on hands and knees, faces on the floor.
i was wondering just what those attachment points i saw around the house were for!
they locked themselves down without Mistress Stephanie telling them what to do. She had them well trained.
Goddess and Mistress Stephanie proceeded to the large wooden doors leading to the living room and bedrooms beyond. i tried to follow behind but Goddess simply turned and pointing with Her finger simply told me to “stay”
The two beautiful Women then disappeared through the doors and closed them shut.
They obviously wanted privacy and Their slaves were not welcome.
As i kneeled there in the anteroom my mind reeled.
I never knew Goddess to be attracted to other Women. Then again i’d never met a Women as beautiful and intimidating as Mistress Stephanie.
Was i reading too much into this? It was none of my business anyway yet i was unbelievably curious. i had so many questions. i thought perhaps i could start up a conversation with the two men chained in the corner.
i tried to offer them some refreshment but they absolutely refused to speak or interact with me in anyway.
i suspected they simply feared Mistress Stephanie so much that they dared not speak or do anything without Her explicit permission. The stripes on their backs and my aching face and balls suggested that would not be tolerated so i well understood their situation.
Still i could not help but be impressed by their discipline and the degree of obedience they showed. It was amazing to see two grown men so completely stripped of their voices, their freedom, their free-will maybe even their thoughts for all i knew by this bewitching and powerful Women. She didn’t even seem interested in them sexually making Herself completely off limits to their lust yet She still enslaved them completely. What an amazing Women yet so different from my Goddess.
While Goddess of course views males as inferior to Her and expects males to obey and defer to Her in all things She actually likes men and enjoys all the pleasures and services men have to offer. Mistress Stephanie on the other hand signals an almost contempt for men. She seems to view males as being born and existing only to be Her slaves. She seems to prefer the intimate company of other Goddesses to that of these servile creatures bowing at Her feet even though She could use any of them to satisfy any desires She might have. In fact i wouldn’t be surprised that the only desire She has towards them is to literally whip them ever deeper into submission to Her will and fuel Her astonishing dominance over them.
What a remarkable and fierce Women.
Forgive me I just started reading you blog and I have been skipping around. So I might missed something. Did you get an new Goddess between now and like 2011. Or is this the same woman?
ReplyDeleteSorry I am new to your blog. Maybe I missed something. Did you get a different Goddess between now and like 2012?
ReplyDeleteHi Jill,
ReplyDeleteThank You for the comment. Yes indeed I have been serving the same Goddess since, even before, i started this blog. Perhaps it's the nature of writing about different discrete experiences that can make things seem a bit disjointed. i should also point out that the nature of Our/our relationship has evolved over time and become even stronger. i don't want to leave the impression that Goddess is a one-dimensional Women. She is typically kind, gentle and loving. She can however be a strict disciplinarian when necessary and the rule in Her household is 'She Rules'. Perhaps trying to explain this is beyond the scope of a comment and warrants a full article. Thank You for the interest and taking the time to explore this blog. i hope You enjoy it and continue to follow along. As always We/we welcome questions and dialogue.