Consequences II

The following night i was summoned by Goddess to Her personal study, usually off limits, except with explicit permission.
The voice over the intercom speaker in the kitchen seemed cool and unemotional, just a simple           “meet Me in the study, now.”

Hurriedly i stripped away my kitchen apron, which revealed in all its cruel splendor, my new unyielding ‘appendum.’

Where once stood the full length of my eager, happy, manhood, now rested a glinting metal stub, whose cold heft tugged at, mocked, and crushed any pretense of male ego or pride. Notions that have always been an anathema in Goddesses Feminine realm.

The past day had been a strange and difficult time for me, struggling to adjust to a new reality.

Normal cues of arousal, bowing down at Goddesses feet, placing a kiss upon a lacquered toenail, a glimpse at Her sensual curves, a soft touch or a sharp snap from Her crop, would normally illicit an near instant physical response, my rising, pulsing, hungry and eager manhood. Normal, and usually welcomed, by Goddess as the physical display of Her Feminine Power, my response, a source of such joy, was no longer permitted.

Even the early stirrings of an erection were instantly pressed against the steel slots of my newly fitted cock cage. Every attempt to extend and pull free was restrained by the interlocking rings. The physical pain and discomfort  swirled with the emotional and mental confusion.

i soon found myself trying to control my arousal , a previously unthinkable idea, trying to deny, and somehow, with limited success, distract myself from the physical pleasures that being in Her service brought with it.

Gradually i came to understand that this harsh device wasn’t just a physical demonstration of Her ownership of my very maleness. It also represented the breaking of the psychological link between my service to Goddess and the physical pleasure i obtained from it.

It enforced a new reality, that being of service to and worshiping Her no longer brought with it any expectation of my own physical pleasure. my totality now being subsumed into the service, obedience and worship of Her Divine Feminine Spirit. This i will come to understand intellectually and mentally, free from the selfish physical distraction of male sexuality.


 i hurried to the study, first knocking lightly on the heavy wooden door.

“Enter” responded that same cool voice.

Pushing the door open i walked quickly to the center of the room, bowed to Goddess who was seated behind Her desk, dropped to my knees, then quickly bowed my head, pressed my face to the floor while cupping my wrists behind my back. This simple gesture of submissive obedience having been drilled into me countless times by Goddess with the assistance of Her riding crop until each motion, position and cadence had been honed to Her exacting standards.

There i awaited Her bidding as my mind drifted in thought. The past day had been filled with unusual tension. My explicit and humiliating dressing down at the office in the presence of Mistress Emma had been followed by a strange unease. Goddess exhibited no further fury or open scorn towards me, just an odd icy chill in Her interactions, a sense of anger that She refused to articulate.

Suddenly i heard Her rise from Her chair and the click of stiletto heels rapidly approaching me. Stiletto’s seemed unusually formal for this time of night, which added to my sense of dread.

Stopping about a meter in front of me She simply commanded “kneel up” and i rose to my knees, being sure to keep my head bowed and eyes downcast which seemed to be just what She wanted. From this viewpoint my eyes caught sight of scarlet lacquered toes and ascended the slope of Her petite foot wrapped in the black straps of Her pumps and lingered about the orbit of the thin gold anklet that crowned the limits of my vision.

 Soon enough i felt the stirrings of my arousal and the grunt inducing pain of its steely repression.

She knew full well what She was doing yet refused to acknowledge my plight.



“On your feet boy”

i rose obediently again keeping my deferential pose, hands behind back, head bowed but filled with uneasy curiosity.

“Lift your cock”

As ordered, with one hand i lifted the steel tube  and pushed it flat against my abs.

Goddess then stepped into my space, wrapping Her soft hand around my fully exposed forward trusted ball sac and without a seconds hesitation squeezed hard followed by a tight twist. I yelped in agony, involuntarily bending as if that could ease my suffering.

“Stand up straight, did i tell you to bow?”

“n...no...no Goddess” i managed to gasp while trying to pull my self erect which only served to tighten Her grasp.

“Better”

Whatever pretense of an erection i had before this point evaporated as my cock shriveled backwards deep into its cage.

“It’s pathetic that its come to this, after all Our/our time together, after all My training”

“I thought you were fully trained, fully obedient, able to think with something other than your cock”

“Well it seems We/we need to take a step back to basics”


Without mercy or hesitation She released Her tight grip and  delivered a hard open palmed slap to my dangling balls.

Instantly doubling over in pure gut-wrenching agony i dropped to the floor and reflexively tried to protect myself.

She wasn’t having any of it.
"Stand UP!"

Slowly and with great difficultly i struggled to my feet against wobbling knees and waves of dull pain.

Once i was upright again She followed up with a series of hard open palmed slaps across my face until i was stinging and red.


Stepping back She took a long careful look over Her handiwork, Her slight smirk suggested satisfaction.

She then turned away, strutted arrogantly to the desk and perched Herself on its edge. Crossing Her legs She simply pointed down to Her dangling stiletto heeled foot, expecting instant comprehension and obedience.

Which of course She received.

Dropping to my hands and knees, head bowed i crawled to Her foot, placing soft kisses upon each tow before slipping under Her shoe to lick its sole with long, slow, stokes, followed by the repeated  engulfing of Her sharp heal in a heated round of tongue swirling, mouth pumping, shoe fellatio.

i became enveloped in subspace and consumed with proving my devotion to Her as my Goddess and pleading for the privilege of being Her slave, of knowing that my place was beneath Her, at Her feet in abject,  total awe of Her Divine Feminine wisdom and beauty. For this i would accept any task, any humiliation, any whim with total submission and obedience.

Through all this i struggled to contain my physical arousal, suffered though the steely repression, feeling the weight my cage bounce up and down as the wild beast within struggled against its captivity, dripping tiny translucent rivulets of lust through the bars to the floor below until, in pain and futility, it calmed, seemingly accepting its fate as the caged, broken, and owned, property of the magnificent Goddess high above.

Somehow Goddess seemed to sense this final surrender.

“Good boy”

“Now listen carefully. Like i told you yesterday I’ve welcomed Emma into My circle and as a welcoming gift and as a gesture of apology from you I’m lending Her your services on a regular basis, at least until She establishes a male Harem of Her own.”

“I don’t see any reason to delay this so first thing tomorrow morning you’ll head for Emma’s”

“ you’re expected at 8 AM sharp. Not before or after. If you’re early or late expect to be punished.”

“Pick out something appropriate to ware in the city but keep it minimal, no underwear. I’ve emphasized the importance of protocol to Emma so show Her your full respect. In Her home the standard rules apply. No male clothing allowed, get on your hands and knees to great Her like a proper male, and strip off. I’ve given Emma total authority over you while in Her home so We both expect your total obedience and the perfect execution of Her orders. Emma won’t be there most of the day of course, She’s a busy career Women after all but don’t worry She created a list of tasks that will keep you busy while She’s away”

“We’re meeting for dinner so when We return to Her place We’ll expect a full accounting of your day and a careful inspection of your work”

“If anything is less than perfect there will be consequences and you can expect to redo anything not done to Our standards”

“Perfection, am I clear!”

“Yes Goddess, perfection”

“Good, now go finish what you were doing in the kitchen, and find your clothes for tomorrow”

“You can take the Smart car into the city”

And with a click of Her finger I was dismissed, crawling backwards out of Her presence i dared not stand until safely on the other side of the study door, which i carefully closed behind me.