For Goddess the past few weeks have been increasingly stressful. She’s in the midst of a big business deal that She’s hoping to seal in the coming weeks. Needless to say Her stress level has been sky high and Her interest in playing with me pretty much absent.
i’ve effectively been put into ‘service mode’, and have had to live without much physical contact let alone anything sexual. As She keeps reminding me though, “there’s nothing sexier than seeing you cook, clean, and do dishes!”
So obviously everything in Her world is shining and spotless as i’ve channeled my sexual frustrations into doing what is expected of me to an almost superhuman level.
Last night though, seeing how distracted and stressed She was as She lay in Her soft pajamas, curled up next to my naked frame in Her bed, i thought i’d try to help her relax. Offering a message, She reluctantly agreed though She warned me She was someplace else in Her head.
She didn’t fail to notice my stiff erection however, but deflated me by simply saying She wasn’t in the mood to play with me.
Nevertheless i was able to gently coax Her out of Her top, i admit, selfishly giving myself a glorious view of Her audacious curves and doing nothing to calm my pulsing manhood or lesson my desire for Her. Slowly i began to kneed into Her tight back muscles with my strong hands. i cold sense Her resisting me. Frustrated but undeterred i leaned in to nuzzle the gentle curve of Her neck, planting soft but urgent kisses, tracing Her neckline with my wet tongue. Breathing warmly into Her ear i gently traced along the side of Her soft breasts with my fingers. She let out a soft gasp of surprised pleasure. i sensed She didn’t expect me to be so bold.
i was making progress. Next, with some trepidation, i slipped my hands under Her hoping to encourage Her to turn over. Reluctantly She agreed and i helped Her into position. Becoming ever bolder, kneeling there above Her on the bed, i took a moment to bask in admiration at Her beauty, my cock danced hungrily and not being able to resist i leaned in, placed a hand on each side of the waistline of Her pajamas, i began to tease them down, carefully attuned to any hint of resistance, knowing full well i could be on the receiving end of Her fury if my unsolicited move wasn’t welcome So intoxicated by Her that i was willing to risk a good thrashing i took a breath and steeled myself. Finding no resistance i pressed my luck, and pulled the soft garment slowly, reverently, down and away.
All that now rested between Us/us was the thin black strip of Her lace g-string panties. i sat there for a moment, my eyes tracing Her curves, lips, breasts, flat firm tummy, down over the barely covered mound of Her divine sex, across long tawny, tanned legs to Her beautiful, petite, feet, noting each darkly lacquered toenail, my very own handy-work.
For a second my mind drifted and i weirdly thought of how male spiders are drawn irresistibly to the deadly Female even though She is perfectly willing to literally consume them. They can’t resist Her allure. Aren’t we males all spidermen now, addicted to and utterly consumed by our beautiful, alluring, radiant Goddesses. Literal slaves to Their beauty. Proudly Pussy-Whipped.
These swirling thoughts caused me to involuntarily squeeze my ass-cheeks, pushing a bolus of pre-cum to my cock tip. It sat there for a long moment as i eyed it overflow into a rivulet that streamed in slow motion downward, leaving a growing wet spot on the sheets.
Unable to resist, all thoughts other than of Her driven from my mind, guided only by basic instinct and overwhelmed by submissive desire, with both hands i lifted Her sacred foot to my lips. i engulfed Her toes, swirling my strong tongue around each one in turn, all the while kneading Her foot with strong fingers.
Her low moan of pleasure was thrilling as She pushed Her toes deeply into my hungry mouth. Debasing myself before Her, kneeling, sweating, stiff-cocked, dripping, sucking, and licking the lowest part of Her imperious being, fully displaying my complete burning lust for this Goddess, the incarnation of the mysterious Feminine. We/we both fully understood the potent erotic symbolism, that i existed only for Her, lost in Her, consumed by Her, owned by Her.
Devoid of male pride i reached out and held Her other foot aloft beside the other, working my mouth between Her toes hungrily and eagerly, She seemed so relaxed, offering up each foot for my fevered adoration.
All the while my eager, hungry manhood begged for the paradise of Her maddening hot sex.
Having ravished Her toes i slowly slipped my lips down the length of Her legs, covering each long firm leg with hot wet kisses and long, slow, licks. Her taste, irresistible.
Eyeing the glorious prize just beyond those expensive black panties i brought my hard wet tongue flat against the fabric, letting it linger, wetting the surface and pressing the shape of Her lips and their intoxicating taste onto me.
She trembled ever so slightly at my tongue work, pressing Her sex urgently against my mouth. Trembles became hungry excited squeals and gasps as i worked my flicking tongue around the edge of the panties fabric, sliding between them and Her mound, slicking the folds with my tightly, if awkwardly placed tongue.
Not able to take any more of this i roughly pulled Her panties to the side, my hunger beyond control, I brought my desperate lips once more to Her divine Sex, opening my mouth, i extended my tongue and unfolded Her for my worship.
Finding Her bud already stiff i swirled around it with my eager, hungry tongue, pressing against Her, encircling, flicking, and sucking like my life depended on this and nothing else.
By now She was breathing deeply, gasping with each well placed press of my tongue. Her wetness began to flow and i slipped my furious tongue into Her soaking temple, pressing and licking against its upper surface, a move that always sends Her into orbit.
This time being no different.
Seized with pleasure She raised Herself against me as if trying to devour me. Gripping my hair roughly She pressed the hot, sticky wetness of Her sex against my face, literally rubbing me in that which my massive aching cock so desired.
Slipping my tongue out of Her i again pushed against the swollen hardness of Her fiery clit, pressing and flicking with all my weeks of pent up, chained up, locked down, caged, mind bending lust until She exploded in uncontrolled giggles and Her body twitched giddily. Pulling my face against Her again, for emphasis, She very slowly rode out the shock of pleasure before She released me.
Thinking i might still have a chance now that She had loosened up i reached up and began to caress the fullness of Her breasts but to my crushing disappointment She simply slapped my hands away.
“Enough! you did your job”
Disappointed, my lust undiminished, i just lay there for a moment, breathing deeply, fighting to regain some composure, before i decided to slide up beside Her. my still pulsing hardness didn’t however, escape Her notice. Without saying a word She wrapped my stiff shaft in a firm grip. Pumping me slowly, my precum slicked Her fingers, lubricating Her efforts.
I did everything to silently urge Her on, but again, She wasn’t going to be’ dick-tated’ to by any male. Stroking me slowly She seemed to be contemplating my hardness and desperation before simply stating
“I’m going to keep you this way, I like you staved and focused”
i long ago resigned myself to the fact that She owes me no favors, sexual or otherwise, and that i can only have what She deigns to give and i’m to be thankful for it.
my male ‘suffering’ isn’t Her problem, if anything She takes a certain, unashamed, pleasure in stoking my red hot lust while keeping Her thirst quenching self just out of reach. As a male, once a Goddess infects your soul, you are finished as a self actualizing being. From then on all of your labor, toil, sweat, and tears are for Her. There is no ‘me’, only Her. Her wants, Her needs, Her desires. These are a males only purpose.
Releasing me She reached behind and groped an ass cheek.
“Have you been slacking off on your workouts, your ass doesn’t seem as hard as it used to, you know your firm butt is one of my favorite things about you?”
i noted Her concern and assured Her it would get my full attention.
Then She was back to business, talking about how this big deal would combine two Female lead companies to create a Girl-Power-House. She is going to meet Her counterpart next week and how the two almost seemed to be soul sisters. A lot was riding on this meeting.
As She talked business i just stared in awe and Her beauty, intelligence and ambition. At one point She noticed my burning lust which by now had thoroughly wetted the bedsheets and again took my full hardness in the soft warmth of Her hand this time just holding me there before looking deeply into my eyes,
“you know there’s noting I find sexier than a man doing housework, right?”
With that i was encouraged out of Her bed, this sacred space.
Slowly walking naked across the room, my hardness bouncing as i gave Her a full view of my assets, front to back, i returned again to my domestic duties.
An uninformed viewer might have wondered why a naked male, washing dishes, would be sporting a stiff full length erection.
I suspect none of today’s Alpha-Girls would express any surprise at such a sight.
Once Goddess told me matter-of-factly that a ‘modern boys place is in the kitchen’, and that a ‘man who can’t cook is useless’.
“Remember that old complaint Women had about being ‘chained to the kitchen’?”
To
emphasize Her point She had me install a series of heavy D-rings along
the lower baseboards of Her huge modern kitchen. After approving of the
job She ordered me to kneel before Her as She went behind me and locked a
stainless steal manacle to my left ankle. From there, She ordered me to
retrieve a length of heavy stainless steal chain and some padlocks from
the garage and to lock my manacled leg to a D-ring at the base of the
kitchen island. I then spent the entire Saturday literally chained to
the kitchen preparing everything for that evenings dinner party with
members of ‘The Coven’. At the party She kept me chained that way the entire evening as a demonstration for Her guests. Again the potent symbolism of this sight wasn’t lost on the Ladies of ’The Coven’ Who smiled, commented, and laughed Their extreme approval, especially noting that my hard cock showed just how into it i truly was, how naturally a male took to 'domestic service'.
Nor was the symbolism lost on any of the boys brought along to attend to the party, who seemed quietly unnerved by the spectacle but of course refrained from commenting. their opinions didn’t matter anyway, though the sight of some of their stiff cocks betrayed them.
Here for All / all to see was the ‘new-age man’.
Was he complaining about being kept naked and shackled to his Goddesses kitchen?
No, not at all.
he wasn’t permitted to complain. his twitching hardness spoke for him.
P.S Thanks for the comments! No doubt Goddess likes to make a statement that's for sure and She seldom hesitates to make an example of me. She really sets the tone for 'The Coven' and has emboldened Her fellow Alpha-Girls to realize Their own dreams and fantasies.
That night, as i noted, the other males seemed especially subdued and servile, as if seeing one of their own so humiliated and degraded was a bold physical statement of both how they were viewed by the Women of 'The Coven' and what was expected of them.
It was also such a statement vis--a-vie the whole notion of 'male pride', demonstrating for all to see that the only form of 'male pride' recognized in the world of these Alpha-Females was a males pride in serving and submitting to Women.
And as i said i noted many of the males sporting stiff hard-on's that evening so the whole scene definitely touched their submissive nature. As Goddess says the most honest part of a man is his cock. It always speaks the truth even when he is too ashamed to say the words.
That evening i also met Mistress Natalie for the first time. This lovely raven haired Goddess eased up to me at my kitchen station as i worked. After acknowledging Her presence by kneeling, bowing to Her and placing a kiss upon Her proffered toes, with a rattling of my chain i rose up again and resumed my duties. All the while She just Stood there next to me, arms folded, taking a periodic sip of Merlot from Her wine glass as Her steely grey eyes seemed to take all the time in the world lingering over every inch of my naked, shackled, frame. She never said a word to me but made me feel self conscience and objectified as She silently emphasized the Female / male differential.
I LOVE it: A Man's place is in the kitchen! Your Goddess has a great sense of humor by shackling you like that. The sight must have been hilarious to the women. Of course, it's also a way of making a profound point. Bravo to your Goddess for that one.
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"A modern boy's place is in the kitchen." My girlfriend agrees with that. When we first met, I was not very good at cooking, but she taught me how to cook a number of dishes and now I nearly always do the cooking.
ReplyDeleteI like Goddess's idea of keeping you chained. So the Women laughed and the boys refrained from commenting but found it exciting? I am not surprised; when I see other boys in restraints I also find it exciting!
There’s a larger point to be made here. Mainstream feminists increasingly see that the roots of male violence and social dysfunction are so deep that politics as usual is no longer viable. There needs to be a new goal of eliminating the entire category of “men” and masculinity and starting over. One feminist put it this way: “I do think the concept of “manliness” needs to be taken out and shot.” She asks individual males to “start hating men-as-a-group in the same way that feminists hate them — not as a way that encourages automatic hostility towards members of the group, but a way where you want to see the group disbanded and its charter destroyed and cast to the winds and forgotten.” To that I say: ‘amen,” and I say “long live misandry.”
ReplyDeleteWhat you and your Goddess are doing a really cutting-edge work. It’s about destroying any vestige of male pride, independence, and privilege, and rebuilding—utterly humiliating men—and ON THAT BASIS redefining a new category for males of the species. All reality starts in fantasy, and your Goddess is making Hers and yours (as she says, cocks don’t lie) come true. Very beautiful.
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