Goddess Anna

For Goddess Anna

Prologue

Monday, June 19^th, 2023

I felt a throng of anxiety in my chest as the plane touched down, suddenly afraid that this was a mistake. While not the most seasoned traveller I had seen a nice little chunk of the word so far: Paris, Calgary, Helsinki, but this was the furthest I had ever gone completely alone. And to here of all places. To meet someone that, while not really a stranger- the word seemed incorrect for someone with whom I had shared so much of myself and that had done the same with me- I had never even laid eyes on other than through a computer screen.

Nevertheless, here I was baggage in hand. I made my way through customs and the required inspections for a visiting man and before long found myself near the front entrance where all around I could immediately see the signs of everything I’d heard about Berlin. Men trailing with heads bowed behind their wives, girlfriends and Goddesses, most being pulled along by a leash that either connected to a leather collar around their necks or disappeared into their jeans. Through the wall of windows that lined the airport I could see the forecourt outside where at its centre a thick post stood in concrete with iron loops dangling from either side, waiting for its next victim to make some innocent mistake. Fear began to build inside me, but I also felt a twitch from the cage in my jeans. What I didn’t see anywhere however, was her.

‘Oh God, she’s changed her mind. She’s had the same nerves I’ve had and decided not to come’ I thought and checked my phone, opening the app we used to talk for the inevitable message that this had been a mistake and I would just have to go home, or worse the dreaded user unavailable message from being blocked. There was no new message however. Just the one I had sent her saying I was on board the plane and would arrive in a few hours, punctuated with the blue ticks to indicate it had been read, and followed by her reply: I can’t wait ^-^.

A sudden jolt ran through my body as I felt someone’s hand clasp my own and pulled to spin me around. There in the flesh, the Goddess of my dreams and so much more for the past year, was Anna.

“How’s it going slaveboy?”

Chapter One

In 2019 Berlin was rocked by a fresh upheaval, one of many that the city had suffered over the past century. Having seen what a mess men had made of the world a new political faction rose to power on a mandate of female superiority; while the precise machinations that allowed it to happen the reality of it was a simple fact- by the end of the year not a single high office was held by a man. The initial changes were marginal as wage disparity was swiftly eliminated, laws that discriminated or tried to control women were abolished and even new ones that gave them additional rights were brought into force. In the background however rumours began to swirl that this was all just the groundwork for something far more sinister as men as a whole were quickly relegated to a minority power.

Then in 2020 the virus began to spread many countries scrambled with what to do with the exception of Berlin which, with women in charge making rational and intelligent decisions found itself singularly unaffected and even leading the way for providing a cure. As the world was plunged into chaos the ‘Weibliche Vorherrschaftsliga´or WV, for short, made a truly radical move and declared itself an independent city state- something that under normal circumstances might have prompted an international action but with the world leadership crippled by the pandemic left them incapable of mounting a proper response. With much of the world reliant on it for aid, the WV was free to do as it wished and launched the Women First Initiative which placed women firmly above men in a very binding way.

Men were now officially considered to be second class citizens and required to be subservient to their female betters in every way and the penalties for failing to do so became increasingly harsh and all within the bounds of the law; corporal punishment became a particular favourite and it became a common sight to see a man bound and disciplined for the crime of talking back or attempting to disagree with his wife or boss or any woman he happened to interact with, ranging from a simple over-the-knee spanking, to being tied to a post and caned, to being forced to stand to attention while his exposed balls were brutalized. The next change made was perhaps the most significant. Realising that the main reason men did pretty much anything could be boiled down to one- sex- it was decided that this too should be absolutely controlled and on May 17^th 2021 a new amendment to the WFI was introduced requiring all men 18 and over to submit to the fitting of a chastity cage, the keys to which would be kept and controlled by the most appropriate woman in a male’s life or, failing that, their local authority. Naturally this led to outrage and near riots as men railed against the idea of having their cocks locked away from them but quickly faded as the alternative was exile from the City and into a world which had only gotten worse over time.

Submitting to the new rules, lines of men grew throughout the City outside the newly founded chastity clinics as 1.8 million men prepared to be locked which were patrolled by women both in an official and unofficial capacity all on the lookout for the desperate ones who might break away to try and sneak in some last-minute relief before caging. It became almost like a sport for young girls to stand around the lines in their sexiest outfits trying to entice the poor boys away, knowing the consequences would be immediate for them. In just a few months however the backlog was cleared and every man in the City was rendered sexually helpless and frustrated- and with new ones turning 18 every day and being packed off to the chastity clinic to be caged.

As far as the WV was concerned, they couldn’t have asked for a better outcome. With corporal punishments they had the stick and chastity- or the desperate hope of at some point being unlocked- provided the carrot. Exactly as had been planned men were now a hairs breadth away from total submission and in another year or two their enslavement would be complete.

So naturally, when I told my friends that I’d been playing with a girl online who actually lived in Berlin, everyone thought I must be out of my mind that I’d made arrangements to actually go there to meet her…

“How’s it going slaveboy?”

She was a sight to behold, I’d stared at her pictures plenty of times over the past year but to actually see her standing before me was something else. I felt weak and wanted to drop to me knees, something that wouldn’t necessarily be out of place.

“Anna, I…”

She raised a finger to me lips and shushed me

“First things first, I may not have always enforced the honorifics in our online chats but here, most certainly here, its ‘Goddess’ or ‘Goddess Anna’ at all times, got it? I’d hate to have to take you to the post so early in your trip”

I gulped at her words and glanced briefly at the post outside where even now some weeping soul was being secured ready for punishment.

“Yes Goddess Anna. I’m sorry, you’re just even more beautiful than I realised.”

“Flatterer” she said with a smile spreading across her face, and then pressed her lips to mine as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“Now in all seriousness” she said once we’d finally broken our kiss and begun to walk to where we could get a taxi “you need to be careful while you’re here. It’s no secret that men aren’t exactly afforded the same liberties here as they are in most other places, but it will be an adjustment.”

I hung on her every word as if my life depended on it, as to a certain extent it probably did.

“Fortunately, the nature of our… relationship, means you do have something of a head start in some regards. While here you are not just my slave by agreement, but temporarily by law also as a condition of your visa.”

I knew this of course, with the exception of a few diplomatic cases men were not typically permitted to travel solo into Berlin unless they were meeting a resident and agreed to certain conditions. The first had been the chastity cage which wasn’t an issue as I had been locked for Anna and undergoing chastity ‘training’ since the day we first met to increase how long I can stay caged without relief. The temporary enslavement on the other hand had been a frightening thought and I’d been required to sign several waivers during the application process stating I knew what I was getting myself into; Goddess Anna even permitted me to unlock and cum beforehand so I could have a clear head- something I was grateful for as I’d been denied for more than six months at this point, though I suspected that if not for this turn of events I might still be waiting for the release. Even with my ‘little brain’ sated however I knew this was what I wanted to do.

By this time, we were in a cab and after giving the driver an address written down Goddess Anna continued.

“Obviously you know that you’re required to obey me absolutely as your owner, but you will also have to obey any order given to you by a woman that does not contradict one of mine. For the most part I’ll be around to guide and protect you, but if for any reason I’m not then just try to do as you’re told- it won’t matter to anyone else that you’re just a guest here. A man is a man is a slave, and you won’t like what happens if you have to be punished.”

I remained quiet for much of the journey listening to Anna’s instructions until finally she indicated that we had arrived. Exiting the car, I fetched my bags from the trunk and realised that Goddess Anna did not seem to have made any attempt to get out; quickly realizing I put my bags down on the kerb and quickly moved around to where her door was and opened it for her.

“I’m sorry Goddess…” I stuttered

“Not to worry boy, you did well in realizing- in a week perhaps that will be a more serious blunder but it can slide for now.”