On the days leading up to Her departure i assisted Goddess in packing Her suitcases for Her year end trip. As She swiftly shuffled in and out of Her enormous walk in closet (really more of a second room off the Queens Bedroom) She would hand me an item, skirts, shirts, bras, panties, shoes etc. along with explicit instructions about which item to pack in which suitcase. I them proceeded to gently, reverently, fold each item and pack them optimally into its rightful place. Occasionally She would emerge to gauge my opinion about a certain item, shoes in particular, or inspect my packing job with the occasional order to ‘try again’ when She inevitably found some fault with my sense of organization. As in...
‘Only fold my silk panties in two, try again!’
Even though i had by now years of experience in organizing Her bags for these trips i knew better than to question Her exacting demands that things be done ‘just so’.
I knew by now that when She told me to do something it wasn’t a request for a debate or for my opinion but simply a command to get it done, and now.
She really has a thing about packing suitcases and organizing Her clothing and shoes. Hers is ‘the’ way and there is no other. Goddess knows I’ve spent countless hours unpacking my poorly done work while She directed me on how to do it in the very specific way She expects. I’d more than a few times been on the receiving end of a stinging face slap for even suggesting that my inferior way might be good enough or that maybe i should be allowed to decide the particulars of how Her orders should be carried out.
‘In My house it isn’t your place to decide anything I haven’t given you explicit permission to decide!’
“Am I being clear enough?’
Needless to say all of these failings were held against me during my regular discipline – punishment sessions where Goddess assumes the role of judge, jury and executioner and i am pointedly not permitted to testify in my own defence, or to even defend myself in any way for that matter. I simply accept whatever form or discipline or punishment She deems appropriate and, post the inevitable pain and humiliation, reverently thank Her for correcting my behaviour while bowing down to kiss each of Her feet to gesture my submission to Her as my Goddess which She typically graciously accepts with a
‘you’re welcome, boy’.
The memory of those burning whip marks all across my back, ass and legs stay with me as a reminder of just how seriously She takes this particular subject.
So now when She orders me to repack Her things in a particular way the only expected response is ‘yes Goddess’ followed by my silence and total focus on the job at hand, all the while avoiding eye contact with Her lest it be interpreted as an insolent gesture.
For this trip She was packing more than the usual amount for one of those short business trips. This trip was to make up for lost time, meetings with investors, checking out new business opportunities, the search to fill an executive level position in Her company, then spending the holidays with Her family, in particular with Her Sisters and Nieces.
I was explicitly not invited on this trip as it was just about business and family and i would ‘be more in the way then anything else’.
Besides members of the Coven would be making available some male assistants when She arrived at Her destinations, so dealing with Her luggage, local transportation and any supporting activities would be taken care of.
You/you might wonder if it bothers me, being excluded in this way? The answer is simple. I know better than to have any expectations with regards to Goddess. She has always been clear that She owes me nothing, certainly not the expectation of being the sole male who serves Her, or being included in Her family or business affairs. She shares with me only when She feels like it and i am always grateful and fascinated by the glimpses i sometimes get into Her world beyond Her household but I fully understand that i do not have any right to this information.
As always my purpose is to serve and obey Her unconditionally, accepting in full the principles of Female Supremacy. This is done with the understanding that while She has full power and authority over me Her only obligation to me is to provide the basic necessities of life and to guide me through a life in accordance with those Female Supremacist principles. We/we both deeply hold those principles to be true and self evident.
I was slightly taken aback at the quantity of bags and suitcases that were filling up the room but Goddess, clearly amused by my bewildered expression cleared things up.
‘An associate of mine is letting me use one of Her corporate jets for this trip, it’s much safer that way, and I don’t have to limit what I can carry with Me. I’ll meet the plane at the private airport off of route 7. You can take everything down to the BMW so it will be ready to go first thing in the morning’.
‘When you’re done with that meet me in the living room so I can give you your instructions for while I’m away’
With that i was off, picking up two heavy bags at a time, and carrying them down to the garage, arranging them neatly in the back of the big SUV, again in just the way She expects, lest the last thing She think about me before She leaves is how much She’s going to whip my ass when She returns. My job is to relieve Her of stress and anxiety not be a source of irritation and annoyance.
Several trips and a good deal of sweat later i arrived back in the living room as instructed, dropping to my knees and waiting as She hadn’t yet arrived.
When She finally strode barefoot across the rich carpet and stood in front of me i was a bit taken aback when She dropped a stainless steel cock cage with accompanying padlock and key onto the chaise next to me, followed by a steel collar i hadn’t seen before.
‘Don’t look so surprised boy, I’m going to be gone for almost a month so I need to be sure My property is secured’
It’s nothing personal ethan I just know how weak you boys are, even the best of your kind.
That said She picked up the larger of the two collars and stood in front of me. I just caught a quick glance at the novel object. Thick stainless steel with two loops presumably for attaching a leash or chain.
Goddess worked the open collar around my neck and pushed the two ends together until it made a metallic clicking sound, not unlike a handcuff bracelet being locked closed.
‘This is really neat, it has this cool internal lock so no need for a padlock to dangle off of it’
She Stood back a little as if to admire Her newest toy.
‘Oh and it has a GPS tracker in it which i can use to see exactly where you are....and where you’ve been’
‘My point being that you are not to leave the estate while I’m away. If you do I’ll know about it and there will be consequences the likes of which you don’t want to even imagine. Is that clear?’
“Yes Goddess’ came my rather weak reply.
“LOOK AT ME! IS THAT CLEAR?”
“Yes Goddess!, Very clear Goddess!”
‘Good boy’
With that She picked up what I assumed was an unusual tubular looking key held on a necklace and placed it around Her neck.
Next She turned to the other collar, the much smaller one. This one was of course familiar to me though She didn’t routinely lock my cock away.
Snapping Her fingers in an upward gesture i instantly complied with what i knew to be the command to stand.
Picking up the smaller collar She took my ball sac fully in Her hand and roughly stuffed it through the tight ring causing me to wince in pain. Next She grabbed my semi hard shaft and bending roughly, pushed the cold steel ring hard against the base of my sex leaving my cock and balls dangling in the air, protruding, and on full display. Next She grabbed the cage and slid it over the head of my increasing hardness.
‘If you don’t calm down this is going to be more painful than necessary’ She noted and without hesitation wrapped that same soft hand around my dangling ball sac yet again and gave a hard squeeze and twist, sending me gasping in gut wrenching agony.
She however got what She wanted. My cock surrendered in softness and meekly slid into its cold steal cage in abject defeat. Goddesses skills in controlling a male decisively demonstrated once again.
With a quick, practised motion She then slipped the collar, pin, and padlock into place with an authoritative snap.
Placing Her open hand under my balls and cock Goddess Then lifted my manhood up as if to inspect Her handiwork while She slipped one of Her finely manicured fingernails between the bars of my cage and slid it along the length of my imprisoned shaft in a small gesture whose sole purpose could only be to taunt me with unspoken cruelty.
I slid deep into subspace in a way that only She seems capable of enveloping me with.
She then lifted my chin with Her other hand.
She simply, softly, spoke one word
‘Mine’
With that She moved Her hand to the top of my head and pushed down which of course i understood to mean get back on my knees.
She then Stood over me, arms crossed.
‘Remember, ethan, your cock and balls belong to Me, they aren’t yours to play with’
“Oh and don’t get the idea that just because I’ll be away for awhile, that this is some kind of vacation for you.’
‘I expect you to continue with all your daily chores as per usual, except of course those that you do for me directly on a daily basis’
‘The extra time you have can be put into the other tasks, in particular I want a full and continuous cycle of vacuuming, dusting, floor cleaning and window washing. This place will be maintained to a state of absolute perfection, am I clear?
‘Yes Goddess’
‘Since you’ll be eating alone I expect the kitchen to be kept spotless as usual’
“you don’t have any special permission to use any furniture, rooms or devices you don’t normally have permission to use. You can only interact with those things for cleaning, and that’s it’
“I expect you to devote extra time to hitting the gym even harder than usual since I’ll have been missing your rock hard body while I’m away and might want to fuck your brains out when I get back’
That She said with a sly smile as She used Her divine petite foot to toy with my balls. My cock leapt forward in lust only to be pulled hard against the cruel steel.
Her teasing laugh broke the seriousness mood for a moment.
‘Imagine a whole month without sex, well at least for you that is’
‘I can’t even imagine how desperate you’ll be by then, your constantly dreaming about me with no hope of any relief. That’s OK though, you’ll be suffering for me as it should be’
‘If you need any groceries or cleaning supplies you can order them online for delivery but I expect you to be sensible with My money and I’ll expect a full accounting of your spending when I get back. For anything else I’m providing a small allowance. Same rules apply’
She always makes a point about money. Namely that all the money i spend is in fact Hers, that She pays for everything and She works hard for Her money so i’m not to waste it or use it without permission. Every time She gets irritated with me She never fails to remind me Who pays for everything, whose beautiful house it is and how I’d be homeless if not for Her, how even my job stripping at the club was Her doing and She could easily take even that from me with one phone call. Not that She thinks of it as a real job anyway, a point She likes to make regularly. I never see any money i take home from stripping anyway as it all automatically gets donated to Feminist causes.
i know full well this is just a power play on Her part but i never fail to find it acutely humiliating, which is the point.
In fact the Coven has an explicit philosophy with regards to stripping males of any and all financial power. Each new male admitted to the Coven must participate in a series of initiation rituals one of which is the surrendering of all his financial assets to his Mistress in a group ceremony. I remember vividly kneeling before Goddess and depositing all $6000 from my savings account, all my bank and credit cards, at Her feet and signing over all my accounts to Her.
Everyone / everyone watched as Goddess closed my accounts and them ran all my banking cards through a shredder.
At that moment, in pure economic terms, i no longer existed and became Her asset.
The Coven operates on the Golden Rule as in ‘She Who has the Gold, Rules’
Its not the value of those surrendered assets that matters to the Coven. Can you imagine how little Goddess cares about $6000? It’s what the surrender of a males wealth represents, the total loss of freedom and the sudden realization that from that moment on i am literally a ‘kept’ man, completely dependent on Her for everything. The sudden realization of that fact is probably one of the scariest and most exciting moments on my journey.
Recently i attended several such ceremony's where some of the dancers from the club went through the same ritual. I could see on their faces, to a man, the sudden shock at the realization of the seriousness of what they were doing and the look of resigned finality as their accounts were terminated and credit cards shredded. The look on their faces at that moment seemed to suggest fear and confusion. I’m certain that not one of them had ever in his adult life allowed a group of Women to have such raw control over them. Even at the club where they were explicitly treated as sexual objects for Women’s pleasure their naked humiliation and degradation was financially , and often sexually, remunerated.
And don’t tell me that sex and power aren’t intimately related. Nearly to a man each of those kneeling boys sported a stiff erection as their new Goddess erased their financial existence from the world. Humiliating?, Exciting?, Thrilling?, Scary?
All that and so much more. From then on they would begin a journey the likes of which they have always both dreamed of and feared.
‘ethan stop daydreaming!’
‘I’ve also locked away your clothing since you won’t be needing any while I’m away. There is however a breakable lock on one cabinet which has a sweatshirt and pair of sweatpants in it. It’s only for emergencies and since you’ll have to break the lock to get in there I’ll know’
‘you won’t be driving me to the airport. The Coven is sending a couple of boys over in the morning. They’ll drive the BMW to the plane’
‘The rest of the keys to my cars are safely locked away since you won’t be driving me around or running any errands for Me you won’t need My cars’
‘With even the most loyal boys My attitude is always ‘trust but verify’ so that’s what’s going to happen’
‘From time to time members of the Coven will pop by just to see how things are going. You are expected to show Them utmost deference and respect and submit to whatever demands They make. Is that clear?
‘Yes Goddess, very clear’
‘If They see anything, and I mean anything, that isn’t as it should be They have my full permission to take whatever corrective measures They see fit, so you’d better not slack off or slip up’
‘No Goddess’
‘And one last thing. Each night I want you in the video conference room downstairs at 9 PM. You are to get on your knees and wait for my video call. When i call I expect to find you in position and ready to give a full account of you activities.’
‘Even if i don’t show up I still expect your presence. Even if I can’t make it the camera will record you so again, I’ll know if you don’t show. If I’m not there I’ve set the system to send a photo of Me to the big video display so you can meditate on My beauty for 30 minutes while reciting your worship mantras’
With that She flopped down in one of the big comfortable chairs in the living room, unhooked Her skirt and tossed it to the floor to reveal that She wasn't wearing any panties. Her lips rose in a sly smile as She gestured with a single finger for me to crawl to Her hungry, sacred sex.
On hands and knees i approached my Keeper, burning with sexual hunger, determined to drive Her mad with pleasure.
Stopping at Her feet i bowed low, planting hungry kisses, sliding my eager tongue between Her delicate toes. She moaned in pleasure. She absolutely loves having Her feet worshipped both for the tingling pleasure and the potent symbolism of a cock caged male prostrating itself at the lowest point of Her body and using that organ of human expression, his mouth, tongue and lips, not the express words but the unspoken thoughts of his devotion, worship, addiction and raw degrading submission to the mysterious Beauty and Feminine power of his Goddess.
This isn’t an act of mere animal sex but one of pure worship, a religious experience of exquisite pleasure both for the male who worships and the Goddess who receives his worship and all its pleasures.
In these acts both the Goddess Herself and Her male truly see each Other/other and Their / their true natures. As the male i see the pure Goddess, the sacred being through which all Human life is created, whose beauty and intelligence and cunning cast a spell over men against they which they are helpless to resist. The Goddess no doubt sees in the male at Her feet a being who is by design created to do Her bidding, surrender to Her will and toil, suffer and slave for Her. She knows with all Her being that this helpless creature at Her feet exists for Her, a source of labour, pleasure, and seed.
It is Her birthright as a Goddess to enslave males and to exploit them without mercy for Her betterment and that of all Womenkind.
The slave at Her feet knows this and wants nothing more.
As my lips suck Her toes and my eager tongue swirls around them i can think of nothing i want more than to be where i am.
A creature possessed by Her beauty is what i am and She knows it. She withdraws Her foot making me chase Her with my mouth, She pushes Her toes in so deep i almost gag as She giggles at the effects of Her playful taunting.
My cock rages against it’s cage, stretching at the steel bars and pulling at the base ring in a futile attempt to reach the fullness of its lust. How i hate these vile contraptions. At the moment i want to fully display my pure dripping lust for Goddess my very manhood rages like a caged animal, repressed and humiliated.
Just as She wants it. She knows full well how much i despise that damned cage yet each time She decides to lock me in it i acquiesce to Her demand exactly because it is Her will. She knows full well the symbolism of a male surrendering his very manhood to Her cruel device, how it oppresses his psyche, fuels his submissive lust and concentrates his mind on Her.
She kept me there at Her feet for what seemed like an eternity of bliss though i had lost track of time until She withdrew Her foot and opened Her legs wide offering me a full view of Heaven, Her glorious Venus Mons, that most lusted after place that drives males completely mad. There it was just inches from my face.
‘I want you to make Me cum so hard you’ll have to clean the carpet’
i glanced up at the cold blue flames in Her eyes, filled with pure want.
My cock might be denied the pleasures of Her flesh but my mouth would taste Her fully. I could already catch the scent of Her excitement but i knew better than to rush Her pleasure.
Slowly, with deliberation, i placed soft kisses and long wet licks as I worked my way up Her tawny legs, taking my time, building anticipation.
Doing nothing to resist me, She just lay back and enjoyed my efforts, a soft moan signalled pleasure and approval.
At long last i found myself at Heavens Gate and paused just for an instant to take it all in. Glancing up at Her beautiful face Her tongue circled the fullness of Her sweet lips and looked into my soul with the most devastatingly teasing look and She nodded Her head ever so slightly.
With that i leaned into Her sex, released my hungry tongue and slid it between Her soft lips, parting them as i glided along the full length of Her opening again and again. She was already wet with arousal and collecting Her thick excitement on my tongue i found Her stiff bud and swirled around it in a vortex of slick pleasure.
Squealing, She threw Her head back, golden locks of Her hair thrashed about.
I continued to swirl round and round, lap after lap as She grabbed fist fulls of my hair and thrust my face against the sticky wet heat of Her Sex.
I sensed She was close already so i placed my mouth over Her throbbing clit and slid the fullness of my tongue inside Her, pressing and lapping at the roof or Her Temple.
Her whole body stiffened in pleasure as i slid two fingers inside and with a vigorous ‘come hither’ motion i felt the pressure build within Her like a volcano. Then Her whole body quivered and shook as Venus Mons erupted splashing everywhere, dripping from my arm and, as promised, soaking the carpet below.
She just gasped and looked at me with this wild smile of satisfaction, almost laughing as if to say ‘now there’s a well trained boy’
i wasn’t nearly done yet though. Allowing Her a moment to recover i again leaned in, and wetting my tongue i again slid up to Her stiff bud sending Her into tense moans of renewed ecstasy.
Pulling at Her clit with my lips i felt Her climax, the little squeal synced with the raising of Her hips to grind Her wet sex across my face.
She didn’t look quite satisfied just yet, Her playful expression seemed to demand more.
She is a greedy Goddess.
Giving each other a momentary respite from the intensity of the pleasure i lined up for another approach. My fingers slipped effortlessly into the Her wetness. Playfully i toyed with Her fiery pussy and felt it clamp, vise-like around my fingers.
For a moment i imaged that it was my imprisoned cock that was thrust into Her tightening sex and felt almost wistful knowing it was not to be.
She is a greedy Goddess, a taker of pleasures, a ruthless user of men.
Leaning in i again en-swirled Her bud and before long i again felt Her entire body tremble and shake, felt Her grind wetly against my face and She slumped back in the chair finally satiated.
My attempt to continue was gently rebuffed by Her soft hand.
‘you’re such a good, good boy, oh so so good...boy...’
She seemed almost incoherent from pleasure.
I leaned back and felt unspeakable happiness, even a kind of male pride, if i dare say so. The kind of pride in giving my Goddess so much pleasure so selflessly.
She glowed with pleasure.
‘dry me off’
The command, given so softly, caught me a little off guard.
I glanced around, noting that Her sex and legs glistened with wetness while dark wet spots peppered the chair and carpet.
I made a motion to get up and fetch a towel but She just looked at me, puzzled.
‘No dummy, I mean with your mouth’
i slipped back to my knees and crawled once again to Her.
Surveying the glowing skin of Her thighs i used my lips and tongue to lap up the wetness. Across Her mound i moved very carefully as not to overstimulate Her most sensitive places as She rested Her gaze on me, those Crystal Blue eyes locked on me with a look that mixed curiosity with taunting.
‘OK that’s enough, you can go draw my bath’
‘Beyond that i don’t need you anymore this evening, you can sleep downstairs. I’ll need breakfast at 7 sharp, after that you can help the boys when they arrive to pick me up at 8:15’
With that She waved me off to finish up for the night.
