Goddess Anna

“…you agree slave?” she called out. I hadn’t heard the question so stammered out a quick ‘Yes Goddess’.

She stopped and turned to look at me. “Slave, not five minutes ago I was imploring you to be careful else you get into real trouble, yet here you are already lost in your own daydream. I might very well have said ‘there’s a post right around the corner, why don’t I tie you to it and kick you in the balls?'”

I felt my face blush as she reprimanded me. Clearly this was going to be harder than I thought.

Leading me on once more I made sure not to disappear into my own head; Anna told me that normally she would take an Uber for a journey like this but wanted me to get used to the feeling of not only being led around but of being seen as her slave in public as that was just the standard way of being here. She explained as well that we were going to a nearby café to introduce me to a few like-minded friends of hers. Women that like her were still dominant over men, but preferred the submission to be genuine rather than forced.

I kept my head down as we entered the café but tried to cast my eyes about as best I could; it was dimly lit with a rustic barn-like design. The tables were occupied exclusively by women and any men present were either kneeling dolefully beside them or stood to attention. Anna came to a halt at a table of women engrossed in conversation and dropped my leash as she hugged the women at the table in greeting before taking it back up and presenting me, a prideful smile playing on her lips. “Everyone, this is Ethan,” she announced, her voice carrying a tinge of possessiveness. “He’s here to experience life as my slave and see if this is what he wants his life to be.”

I risked a glance upwards and was met with mix of curious looks and welcoming smiles that received me. Anna took the nearest seat and felt a sharp tug on my leash which I took as indication that I should kneel. Surprisingly, with the exception of myself this appeared to be the only table in the café without any slaves kneeling or standing around it and as I listened to the conversation between them, I began to realise that Goddess Anna and her friends were something of a peculiarity, unique in their desire for men that actually wanted to submit to their owners. Anna, to boot, was the first of their group to actually achieve the step of meeting someone who might be interested in such a life and actually travel to Berlin is seeking it out- understandably there was great reluctance among many men to do this. I couldn’t help but smile as I heard it however, especially as Anna’s soft fingers ran through my hair and her nails raked playfully across my skin.

Even in this moment, her presence consumed me, a relentless longing and need that coursed through my veins. It dawned on me that perhaps this was her intention all along—to ignite within me an all-encompassing love and desire, so powerful that I would willingly overlook the potential perils just to remain by her side. Yet, her expression of genuine concern back at the house contradicted such manipulation. Could it be that her feelings were genuine as well?

My own emotions, I had never questioned. I had been captivated by her, deeply in love and consumed by desire for quite some time, even if I had been too afraid to voice it. Being in her presence, physically and emotionally, had only reinforced the intensity of my affection. But now, faced with the prospect of uprooting my entire life and embracing a new existence in a city where my rights would be diminished, at least in certain respects, I found myself grappling with uncertainty.

Love alone, as profound as it may be, couldn’t be the sole determining factor. I had to weigh the consequences, the sacrifices that lay ahead. The thought of relinquishing certain freedoms and accepting a life tethered to her dominion was an immense decision to ponder. I found myself wishing I could gaze into her eyes and search for answers. I realized that the journey before me would be one of self-discovery and transformation. It was a choice that demanded introspection, courage, and a willingness to confront the unknown. Even if she didn’t reciprocate these feelings, perhaps kneeling by her side would be enough; to remain and serve her, to devote every cell in my body to her happiness and pleasure. After all, at its core essence, wasn’t that what being a slave was all about? Certainly, in the way that she wanted it was: to readily submit in the way that the subjugated men of the city never could.

I waited patiently, clinging to every word spoken even as the conversation meandered into mundane territories like work and future plans. It was important for me to stay present and ready to engage in case I was called upon. At one point, I was sent to retrieve drinks from the counter for each of the girl and carried them back individually with the utmost care, ensuring not a single drop spilled. For the most part however I remained dutifully by Goddess Anna’s side until another tug at my collar indicated it was time to leave.

One of Anna’s friends, Lea, approached me with a hint of curiosity, studying me closely; she expressed her anticipation of seeing me later, but there was a hint of what seemed almost like sadistic glee in her voice that sent a chill down my spine and I resisted the urge to shoot a questioning glance at Goddess Anna. Even if these women shared similar beliefs and desires, I wasn’t willing to risk any unintentional offense or perceived slight.

Anna was beaming as we left the café. I was still following closely behind of course, the chain leash connecting me to her draped casually over her shoulder like Ezio Auditore with his cape, but she flashed a smile back at me that made my heart swell. A few minutes later we were in a nearby park; I knelt once again as she settled herself on a bench and tilted my chin up so I was looking into her eyes.

“My darling slave, you’ve done very well. My friends aren’t always the easiest bunch to please but they were all very impressed with your behaviour. I know you were listening so you’ll be aware now that this week is an experiment for us all to see if a free man can adapt to our culture of total subservience as we hoped and I’m happy to say you’ve done beautifully so far. I’m going to reward you now, and serendipitously it will also function as your next test.”

A cheesy grin that was probably unbecoming of me spread across my face as she spoke. “Thank you, Goddess, I’m glad to have made a good first impression, all I want is your happiness”.

“I’m glad to hear you say that slave, because your reward is that I’m going to allow you to pleasure me. Right now.”

“H-here, Goddess?” I asked, the area of the park she had led me to was relatively secluded but it still felt completely exposed. “I… I don’t think…”.

“That’s right slave, don’t think. There’s no need to be self-conscious; it’s the most natural thing in the world for a slave to please his owner anywhere at any time, even here. Now scooch close” she said lifting the hem of her skirt back to expose her pussy “I’m sure you’ve been thinking about this for a long time, certainly since our shower this morning. To be honest I have too- it was difficult not riding your tongue there and then- especially after all the fun I had denying you last night, but I wanted to wait for your first taste to be truly memorable, and to be sure you deserved it.”

Intoxicated by her scent and by the sight I moved closer to I was almost touching her with my nose when she seized my hair and pulled it back so I was looking at her again.

“What do we say when being given a treat, slave?”

“T-t-thankyou Goddess” I stammered, before she pulled my face back between her legs and I set to work.

Even in my vanilla past relationships my submissive nature had a tendency to shine through, so licking pussy was almost second nature as far as sex went and I had been fortunate enough to benefit from good teachers- particularly within the few D/s dynamics I had been a part of. I felt a twinge of pride as almost immediately her moans of ecstasy began, like music to my ears and in an instant any unease I may have been feeling melted away as eliciting that sweet music once again became my entire reason for being. Each woman is different so, as I teased and licked her, I was also making I paid due attention to the rest of her body; listening carefully to her breathing and the tempo of her soft moans, the way her thighs would squeeze slightly when I made a right move. I didn’t want to rush, but a sudden sharp gasp signalled that I was on the right track- swiftly supported by her grip on my hair tightening as she pressed my face harder between her legs almost cutting off my air supply. Before long she exploded into an intense orgasm and her screams could probably have been heard all the way back at the café. I felt dizzy by the time her grip finally relented; both from having breathed nothing but the scent of her pussy for almost a fill minute, and from a warm sensation growing within me that felt almost like being high as if, somehow, I’d shared in her orgasm. I was still as horny as ever of course, the cage bobbing madly up and down as my cock tried to get hard, but that wasn’t important to me right now.