Goddess Worship (Fm, Femdom, TV, SM, Watersports)
By plugged_tv
As I enter her dungeon I am surprised. My Mistress, who is usually dressed
in black leather, is wearing a simple casual outfit: skirt and blouse. Aside
from not wearing any shoes, she could be on her way to church! I pause,
unsure whether I have mistaken the time of my summons. Mistress looks
up, and a sinister smile forms as she says, "Hello slave. Come in, undress,
plug yourself, and assume your position".
I quickly undress, wondering what she has in mind for the day. Mistress is
unpredictable and has a wild imagination. Every session brings new pains,
new toys, and new humiliations. She constantly tests my limits and takes
me to new depths of servitude. Everything has a purpose, so I know her
dress must imply something new.
Finally, my clothes in a pile, I kneel down on the floor and bring out my plug
and lubricant. Mistress is always kind in letting me use lubricant to ease the
medium-sized buttplug up my ass. I slowly work the plug in, letting it
slowly fuck me until the widest part passes into me. I then lower my arms
and turn to my mistress with my head bowed. I am naked and plugged -- a
pathetic slave who has come to obey his mistress. I shiver slightly with the
thought of what might lay ahead.
"You know slave," she starts, "you always talk about serving me. How you
want to show absolute devotion and worship your beautiful mistress. To be
absorbed by her womanhood and give her ultimate pleasure. Well, tonight
I'm going to make you even closer to me. You will worship and obey me
without question. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress", I reply.
"Good", she says. "Now, stand up in front of me."
I stand, my eyes downcast, not daring to look directly at her beauty.
"Slave," she says, "to start your worship of me, I want you to feel like me.
So, since you are a worthless wimp without any real male stature, you will
start by wearing my clothes. Now, you may slowly unbutton my blouse."
My hands shake, but my fingers slowly drift upward to the first button of her
blouse. I unbutton each button carefully and slowly. With the last button,
my mistress slowly turns and the blouse comes free in my hands. "Lay it
carefully on the couch," she commands. I place the blouse down and turn
back to her.
"Now the skirt", she orders. She turns with her back to me, and I kneel
down and find the zipper on her skirt. I slowly unzip it until it loosens, and
then bring the skirt down her slender hips until she can step out of it. "On
the couch", she repeats, and I quickly place the skirt next to her blouse.
With her back still to me, she motions towards the clasp of her bra. I can tell
she is wearing a lacy, sexy bra, and I can only image how it must be gently
cradling her soft breasts within it. I unclasp the bra, and she shrugs it off
her shoulders and brings it down in front of her. With a small laugh she
turns and says, "Now, before it looses its heat, it's time for you. Turn
around my little slut!"
I turn, and Mistress brings the bra around my body, and my arms move
through the straps. Mistress pulls it into my chest and quickly fastens in
from behind. "Turn around", she snaps. I slowly turn towards my
Mistress, my eyes looking down at the floor. I can see in my peripheral
vision that my mistress is not completely naked; I glimpse the beautiful frilly
white panties that she is wearing. Then I realize. I have never seen my
mistress's breasts before. The thought grabs me, and I can not resist a quick
upward flick of my eyes to her chest.
"Insolate whore!" she yells, "How dare you look upon my body. You are
not worthy, you spineless piece of shit." I shiver, knowing I am in for the
worst of her anger. Suddenly, her mood seems to change dramatically. "Oh
Sissy Slut," she purrs, "Look up at me." My eyes slowly rise and I find
myself looking at her breasts. They are perfect in size and shape. But the
vision holds another surprise - they are both pierced!
"Do you like them?" she asks. "You can try to be a sissy girl, but you will
never have breasts like a true woman. Go ahead, look at the proof of my
womanhood, my beauty that you can only fantasize about." She lifts and
cups her breasts, squeezing them and pretending to offer them to me. She
massages them and her fingers move up to press against her nipples. "You
know," she says, "I remember having them pierced. I actually did them
myself, so that I could experience both the pain and the pleasure of the act.
And it hurt slave. More than you could imagine. Since you are trying to
become close to me, perhaps I should pierce you nipples today! Then your
nipples will feel like mine against the tightness of your bra cups."
I am terrified beyond words. I have never considered having my nipples
pierced. It is almost the same as being marked permanently; something I had
told myself I would never do. But as my mistress stands before me, her
hands gently caressing her breasts, I feel my cock stir to life with a balance
of passion and fear.
"You are lucky slave", she snarls. "Piercing you would take too long. But I
do think you should be reminded of the pain I once knew in my own
nipples. I think we can find a quick substitute for a piercing today."
Mistress moves to a table and selects two clothespins. She comes up behind
me, and then presses herself against my back and slips her hands beneath my
bra. She rubs and caresses my nipples as her hot breath simmers against my
neck. I can feel the softness of her breasts against my back, even as I also
feel the sharp points of her nipple clips digging into my skin. She kisses and
then nibbles at my flesh.
I am quickly aroused, and my nipples begin to stand up, surrendering
themselves to the pleasure even as my mind reminds them of the pain to
come. One by one, mistress pulls my nipples out and places the clothespins
on their helpless victims. The pain shoots through me, as my mistress
laughingly covers them with the bra cups. "Now let's get the rest of the
outfit on", she says. She picks up the blouse, and helps me into it. She
buttons it up halfway, allowing the frilly bra to remain on display. She then
has me step into the skirt. She zips it up to complete the outfit.
Mistress leads me over to the padded horse. I drape myself over the horse.
My ass pushes outward against the skirt. I feel the clothespins dangling
from my sore nipples. She cuffs my hands and legs, and locks them into the
rings of the horse. Suddenly, a blindfold is placed over my eyes! Then, a
small cock gag is loosely placed in my mouth. Luckily, I can move the gag
around enough to swallow occasionally.
"Oh my!" Mistress exclaims, "we are missing one last article of clothing. I
hear a rustling behind me and then sense Mistress near my face. "I have
taken off my panties slave", she informs me. "I wore them for two days,
just to make sure my perfume was strong in them. I worked extra hard to
create these panties. I pressed them against me after I used the toilet. I even
brushed them against me after having sex with a real man, my boyfriend.
They should ensure that your senses are full of me as you receive your
punishment."
With that, I feel her place them over my head, aligning the crotch with my
nose. She presses it against my nose. Due to the gag, I have no choice but
to inhale her perfume. The smell is musky and intense. My mistress is a
beautiful woman, and I deeply drink of her scent. She chuckles softly at my
deep sniffing, and drifts away from me.
"Tonight we will try a new instrument of torture slave", she whispers. "You
have felt my paddle and crop, but not my fiery tongue. Tonight you will
experience my whip, and you will cry tears of gratitude to me so that I can
see that your spirit is broken." The room is quiet, but I can hear her moving
around, selecting the instrument of my punishment.
I feel her presence behind me. Her hands push the skirt up, displaying my
naked ass for her inspection. She rubs my ass cheeks as if preparing them
for her attention. I groan into my gag, and hope my body meets her
approval. I feel her twist the plug in my ass. She is reminding me just how
vulnerable I am in this position. Her hands draw away, and there is silence.
Then, I feel the caress of the cat's braids against my ass cheeks. Mistress
moves it against them for a few minutes, and then I hear the swish and feel
the sudden pain. Again, Mistress softly moves the braids against my ass and
then suddenly lashes at them with a full stroke. The pattern is irregular. I
am constantly off guard not knowing when the pain will come. Her pace
picks up, and now she is lashing my ass with greater frequency, creating a
rhythm with her strokes. It hurts like hell, but it is still bearable. Then there
is a pause, and I hear a different sound in the air. Fire leaps from my ass, as
a single braid cuts down on my helpless bottom. Tears well up in my eyes.
My mind is numb and I bite into my gag. The sound comes again, and I feel
the lash from the opposite direction. Then, there is silence.
I feel my mistress's hands against my bottom. She can feel the heat raising
off them. "Your ass is red and sore slave", she informs me. "And now you
have an ugly red 'X' on your ass as well. I guess I now have my own
version of hot cross buns!" she laughs. I hear her shifting behind me,
obviously not yet done with my punishment. "I have made your ass ready
for me, and now I will truly have it", she exclaims.
I feel her tug at my buttplug. It makes a popping sound as she releases it
from my tight pussy hole. Just as it slips out, I feel a new pressure on my
anal ring. My mistress will be fucking me with her strap-on. She pushes it
in gently. At first, it moves into me easily. It is bigger than my plug, and
soon I feel incredibly filled as Mistress pushes it ever more deeply into my
ass. Finally, she hits bottom. I can feel her hips pressed against my hot
cheeks. She slowly leans forward and drapes herself over my back. "Feel
me slave", she intones. And she slowly starts to thrust in and out.
"I am fucking you slave. Imagine you are I, dressed in my own clothes. I
have a lover, and I give my pussy to him often, just as you are now. Use
your ass to pleasure my cock. My cock is pushing against my special place,
making me aroused and horny. Every true woman knows how to milk her
man's cock with her pussy. Open up to me, Slave. Give yourself totally to
me", she intones.
I do open up. Her cock begins to slide in and out meeting no resistance. I
am penetrated. I am used. I am no longer a man, but a sissy whore being
used for my mistress's pleasure.
The fucking goes on for a while, and finally I hear mistress grunt and pull
out. Tears roll down my face. Without her cock, I suddenly feel empty.
Mistress unhooks my tethers, stands me up, and removes the cuffs. She
then reaches into the bra and releases the clothespins on my nipples. As the
blood rushes back, I almost swoon. Mistress massages my nipples, bringing
both relief and pain. She then unclasps the bra, and removes it from my
chest.
She takes my hand and carefully leads me away from the horse. She stops,
and then commands, "Lie down on your back slave." I kneel down, and
then lay on my back with my hands and feet spread-eagle. I feel Mistress
binding my hands somehow, and attaching a spreader bar to my legs.
"Slave. You have taken your punishment very well. You have even given
your ass to me for my pleasure. Now, I will reward you by allowing you to
show your devotion to me. You will worship me, and give me my ultimate
pleasure. However, we will make sure you are focussed on my pleasure by
ensuring you do not receive pleasure until my needs have been filled."
With those words, Mistress removes the blindfold. She stands above me,
unclothed, a vision of beauty. I can see a small trace of wetness to her skin;
she glows from administering my punishments. She is a Goddess, worthy
of my total and complete devotion. I feel privileged just to be in her
presence.
She walks astride my body, straddles my chest, and then seats herself facing
away from me on my upper chest.
"Who do you worship, Slave?" she asks.
"You, Mistress", I reply.
"Do you see my ass, Slave? Is it not perfect?" she asks.
"Your ass is perfect Mistress", I respond.
"I will allow you to start your worship with my ass", she states. She raises
up slightly, and moves back towards my face. I kiss her ass cheeks,
responding each time with a "Thank you Mistress". After a few minutes,
Mistress reaches back and separates her ass cheeks. I can see her beautiful
rosebud before me. "You will kiss my asshole, Slave. You will demonstrate
that you are lower than my shit", she commands.
She presses back onto my face. I pucker my lips, and gently kiss her
asshole. I give it multiple kisses, and then slowly let my tongue lightly flick
up and down across her hole. I feel her respond, pressing against me, and
then she backs away. She straightens up, and scoots backwards,
positioning herself just above my face.
I look up, and I see her womanhood above me. She brings her hand down,
and delicately spreads her outer lips.
"What do you see above you, Slave?" she asks.
"I see your womanhood, Mistress", I reply.
"No, Slave. You see your Goddess. You are enslaved to your Goddess.
The Goddess holds absolute power over you. It is where all men come
from, and where all men seek to return. It is something you can never have.
It is the symbol of my power, and every women's, power over you. You
will always be enslaved to your Goddess, and you will submit to anything
that your Goddess commands you. You must worship your Goddess. Are
you ready to worship your Goddess, Slave?" my Mistress asks.
"Yes, Mistress. I will worship the Goddess", I promise.
"Before you worship the Goddess, you must drink of her nectar. You must
first kiss your Goddess, and beg her to allow you to taste her nectar", my
Mistress says.
"Please, Goddess. I wish to worship you and drink of your nectar", I beg.
Mistress slowly lowers herself to my face, and I kiss the Goddess. She then
raises up a few inches from my mouth, and slowly spreads herself wide.
"Open up, sweet slave. Your Goddess will now give you her golden
nectar", my mistress demands.
I raise my face, worshipping the Goddess poised above my head. My mouth
opens wide, waiting for the golden nectar to come. Slowly, in a trickle, my
Mistress begins to shoot her sweet juices into my waiting mouth. She has
excellent control, and fills my mouth with a little, allows me to swallow, and
then gives me more. I feast on the nectar of the Goddess and my Mistress.
Finally, the Goddess is empty.
My mistress pauses, and then lights a candle that has been placed next to my
body. "You have aroused me, Slave", she says, "And I know you are not a
tease. It's time you worship the Goddess and bring me to my pleasure.
However, your pleasure will be controlled by pain until I reach my climax.
So I suggest you work hard to bring me my ultimate pleasure. Only then will
I consider whether you will be allowed your release."
My mistress moves forward slightly, aligning the Goddess with my mouth.
She slowly lowers the Goddess onto my mouth. My mouth closes on the
Goddess. I taste the sharpness of her lingering nectar and begin my service.
My submission is complete to my Goddess. The Goddess devours me. I
softly lick and suck, working to find and service her special point of
pleasure. I feel my cock swelling as I take pleasure in servicing my beautiful
mistress. I feel my mistress's hands caress my member, making it harder
under her touch.
Then, as my pleasure starts to build, searing pain hits my groin. My mistress
is dripping the liquid fire from the candle onto my cock. I start to cry out,
but the Goddess smothers my mouth. The fiery torture ceases, and I turn
my complete attention to the task at hand. I can feel the Goddess responding
now, drenching my mouth with her thick dew. Again I feel my mistress
stroking my cock, and again the fire comes when I grow hard under her
touch. Over and over again, my pleasure submits to the painful fire.
Finally, I feel my mistress press back strong against my mouth, and her body
shakes above me. I small groan escapes her throat, and I know I have been
successful in my task.
My mistress arises, goes to the table, and returns with a condom. She
strokes my member to hardness again, and then slips the condom onto my
cock. She sits on my chest again, but this time faces me. She is still flush
from her pleasure. She unties my hands, and commands me, "Make
yourself cum slave!"
I need only stroke myself for a moment, and I reach my pleasure. Smiling,
mistress reaches behind me, and removes the cum-filled condom from my
cock. She brings it carefully to my mouth, and says, "Open wide my sissy
slut. Time to taste your final reward." My mouth opens in submission as
she squeezes the thick white cream out of the condom and into my waiting
mouth.
"Thank you, Mistress", I intone after swallowing my own seed.
"Good slave", she responds. "Next time, perhaps I will have you worship
both myself and my stud personal slave."
My worship will continue....
