Gracefully i poured Goddesses morning coffee as She lay back in the comfort of Her favorite chaise, Her satiny kimono barely clinging to the tawny curves of Her magnificent statuesque frame.
Flipping my chain leash behind my backside i placed the coffee pot on the side table and returned to my place, on my knees at Her feet, raising up my hands only to offer my leash chain, which She took, casually pulling its end loop across Her petite wrist as She flipped open Her iPad and extended a proffered, naked foot to my eager waiting mouth, yanking on my leash for emphasis.
As i set to work on Her sumptuous foot i realized just how much my jaw still ached from the hours spent worshiping at Her Sex overnight. Lately Goddess had become insatiable, She has taken to wearing extra black eyeliner, noir lipstick and having me paint each finger and toenail in a lustrous piano-black finish. Her moods and appetites had turned equally dark and unquenchable. The feel of the whips black leather seems to fill Her with lust so intense that no opportunity to please Her isn’t first preceded by my flesh being set alight by the flames of Her whip. Each slash seemed to fuel Her desire even more. Only when She felt i’d shown sufficient submission and degradation did She toss aside the cruel implement, strut towards my broken frame, grab a fist full of my hair and march me to the bed. Roughly tossing me back-first onto the mattress as She tossed Her panties aside and mounted my face.
Eagerly my tongue lashed out to taste and pleasure Her, finding Her already sopping wet with desire. The flaming marks on my back pressed into the sheets reminding me of my obligation to satisfy Her and the very real consequences of failing to do so.
my hungry, eager, licking and flicking of Her engorged clit pushed Her higher and higher until the first shattering orgasm crashed ashore and She ground Herself against by face, drowning me in Her liquid lust.
No sooner had She come down did She ease back, look deeply into my eyes and mouth ‘More.’
And more She would have. Grabbing my wrists She pressed them into the mattress, fingernails pressing into my flesh, as She eased Her hungry sex back to onto my mouth.
All the while my manhood remained tightly locked in its cage, pressed desperately against the steel, dripping, hungry, hopeless.
The message was unmistakable. The only pleasures, desires, and needs that mattered were Hers and Hers alone. The cravings of any male were of no relevance and my submission to Her will combined with the ministrations of my mouth, lips and tongue were of greater importance to Her than my imprisoned manhood. In fact it seemed to make the whole experience that much more intense, that much hotter for Her, knowing all my attention was on Her and Her alone. She meant to extract every atom of pleasure i was capable of giving even if that left me a spent husk , dried out and rubbed raw. So be it. She would be satisfied only when She decided.
After untold pleasures sat atop my face, all the squeals and moans of ecstasy, She finally extracted Herself from my raw, sticky mouth and lay against the pillows, opening Her sex to me, slowly and teasingly. She crooked a finger and pointed to Her inflamed clit and of course i crawled to my Mistress and lay my mouth upon Her sacred Womanhood and continued my offerings for hours more.
Ecstasy and agony, Female and male, Take and give, the dance continued though the hours of the night, We / we were oblivious to the universe, all that mattered was Her pleasure.
Even now in the morning, at Her feet i still savoured the intoxicating taste of Her on my mouth as i once again opened wide, extending my eager tongue to engulf Her toes one by one, swirling around each shiny, black lacquered toenail, becoming once again lost in an all consuming quest to pleasure and worship my Goddess. Turning my head to slip my tongue under Her foot i caught a maddening glimpse of the delicate gold anklet resting just above Her ankle, the shiny little key She had looped though it just to mock me. This was of course the key to my tightly locked sex just hanging there, daring me to grab and free myself, knowing of course that i never would. i wanted no part of being anywhere but at Her feet. No male without a Female is truly free.
Not that the continuous oral worship of this magnificent deity over the past many hours hadn’t left me grunting in desperation. Once again my manhood tried to burst from its cage and once again it was firmly repressed. This repeated cycle had left me aching and dripping in an animal state of complete and total lust, lost in my quest to raise Her to a state of ecstatic joy. Somewhere perhaps my animal brain was thinking that if i just pleased Her enough perhaps She would also allow me some measure of pleasure as well.
Of course Goddess had by now thoroughly disabused any notion that a male should have any expectations when it came to Her.
Expectations are a Woman’s prerogative, a males are to submit to, worship and obey the Female.
I groaned and ached as i continued to lap at Her soft foot in all its nudity driven on by my quest.
Then catching me by surprise She spoke.
“Stand up”, breaking my mouth from Her lovely toes i did as commanded and rose before Her.
Next She simply pointed for me to stand at Her side as She pulled Her leg up and unclasped the delicate anklet and took Her key in hand. my eyes traced each move of Her long tanned leg in admitted insolence, risking punishment, yet unable to pull my gaze from Her hypnotic motions.
Without hesitation or ceremony She lifted my cage, resting it on top of Her hand and pulled out the padlock which held the vile metal tube to the thick steel ring at the base of my cock and ball sac.
Before i could even grasp what was happening She had pulled my cage free and my cock sprang forth like a stallion bolting from the barn, the stinging numbness of my desperation subsided as blood flowed once again.
i was nearly overcome with emotion as a simple pointing gesture told me to resume my position of worship at Her feet.
i sprang into action, devouring her toes and licking at Her foot with a new found fury as the full length of my manhood dripped rivulets of pre-cum onto the floor.
I burned with passion for Her.
The i heard it, a slow building moan from high above as my servile ministrations hit just the spot. Long slow ecstatic sounds flowed from Her as She pulled hard on my chain leash. It was the sound of an Angel to my ears as it built slowly to a peak and then just as slowly come down.
i admit i took visceral unspoken pleasures in Her joy.
Soon i heard her opening the drawer of the side table and fumbling with what sounded like a plastic bag.
Seconds later i heard a plop on the floor at my side. Glancing to my left i noticed a transparent ziplock bag with a yellow-capped plastic bottle inside.
“Jerk off into the bottle” was all She said as i fumbled to open the bag, pull out the small bottle, remove a sticker labeled “sterile” and twist the cap loose. i noticed the mouth of the jar looking just about wide enough to get my swollen cock-head through.
my mind swirled as i struggled to understand the ramifications of Her command but my body didn’t hesitate to take any offered opportunity for pleasure even if it meant using this humiliating plastic jar as a hopelessly inadequate proxy for Her Devine Sex, which it had now become, by Her own command.
i eagerly placed the opening of the jar over my throbbing, desperate cock-head and once again devoured Her delightful toes while i grabbed my full length and began stroking myself with ever rising intensity, edging myself a few times just to ride the wave of this rare pleasure.
It was all too much and with one last stroke, struggling to keep the tip of my hungry cock in the jar, an explosion of ecstasy overcame me as my pelvic muscles went into automatic contractions and the hot, ropy cum shot out into the jar in successive waves as i squeezed out every last morsel. my mind was overcome by a long seizure of pleasure and i groaned wildly as i devoured Goddesses toes in a mindless fever of passion. i barely register the “swoosh” from Her iPad as a text was sent.
Sweating profusely, heaving deep breaths i slowly rode the subsiding pleasure waves into the “little death” when for just a moment the male mid sees clearly , free of the invisible, mind bending chains of the Feminine Beauty.
Here in that moment i looked down into the plastic bottle as i tightly screwed the cap. Noticing the grey, milky fluid swish from side to side i was struck by the thought that my swimmers, just as suddenly as they were allowed to burst forth in joyful freedom where instantly captured and locked up just as their creator was. their moment of freedom was an cruel illusion. They being just as surely Goddesses possessions as i was.
For an instant i felt overwhelmed by deep shame at allowing this bewitching She-Wolf to so completely own me that i would sit for hours just licking Her feet, endure her countless humiliations and punishments, allow Her to imprison the very essence of my manhood just to please slightest Her whims.
i wasn’t a man so much as a thing, a pet, a servile, docile and humbled piece of property existing only for Her.
Yes, these thoughts flowed over me for in a moment of ‘clarity.’
In reality it was a moment of nonsense. One glance into Her intoxicating, liquid blue eyes and Her benevolent spell was re-set and i descended deep into joyous submission to my Goddess.
i had just resumed my humble footwork when i was started by the ringing of the doorbell.
Early on a Saturday morning?
“Go answer it, and take your specimen with you”
Grabbing the bag with its trapped male essence, i reluctantly made for the door.
Reaching it i took a deep breath, turned the handle and pulled the door open. i knew by now never to show any hesitation about my state of undress when answering the door in Her home, She was very matter of fact about these things.
As the door opened i was surprised to find a striking, young, raven-haired Woman standing there. I was instantly struck by Her searing blue eyes and felt instantly submissive and looked down towards Her shoes. It was a moment before the silence was broken during which time i felt She was giving me a full look all over. I felt suddenly very aware of the fact that the only thing i was wearing was a stainless steel, locked, collar around my neck, my chain leash and another smaller steel collar hanging from the base of my semi-hard cock and plump ball sac.
Then She spoke, with a tone more stern than i expected from Her casual demeanor.
“Well, do you have it?”
It, i suddenly realized, was the few spoonfuls of my seed i held in my hand.
“Yes, yes Ma’am” i said simply, lifting the bag for Her to receive.
She took it, swirling the bottle a few times, i’m sure making my ‘boys’ cower under Her intense gaze.
She shot me a quick half smile, turned and was gone.
my mind swirled at the strange events of the morning though i knew by now never to expect an ordinary day in Goddesses world.
Tired, aching, confused, covered in sweat, my cowering cock sporting white crystalline specks of dry cum, collared and humiliated yet blissful.
With rising hunger for Goddess i simply dropped to my knees, then onto my hands, i bowed my head and crawled back to Her feet.
It wasn’t yet noon, the day was young.
