Goddess Anna

“There is another option you know.”

“Another option Miss?” I said, confused.

“Yes. I have friends in the lifestyle outside of the City. Dommes who would be happy to take on such a good and eager slave, particularly one that comes with my recommendation. You could have the submissive life you want but without the oppression you’d feel every day here.”

Again, I was struck dumb. Just a few years ago this was the kind of offer I would have jumped at, but now?

“Don’t answer me yet. Anna is expecting your decision on Friday if I recall, if you stay then we never need to speak of this again, but if you leave, I’ll put you in touch with some people.”

Releasing my balls from the only-slightly-less-than crushing pressure, Lea turned and left without another word leaving me to wrestle with the weight of all she’d said.

It was another few hours before Anna returned home exhausted. I had remained frozen in my slave position by the door since Lea had left, longing to see my Goddess again knowing that just the sight of her would quash the doubts.

“Goddess Anna,” I greeted her with utmost reverence, my voice filled with genuine warmth. “Welcome home.”

Her tired eyes met mine, a faint smile gracing her lips. “Thank you, Ethan.” she replied, her voice tinged with weariness. “It’s been a challenging day.”

All other thoughts were immediately cast aside and instinctively I rose to my feet and stepped forward, eager to ease her burdens. I took her bag from her weary hand, mindful of her fatigue. “Let me take care of everything, Goddess Anna.” I offered; my tone laced with devotion.

She nodded appreciatively, allowing me to relieve her of the weight she carried. As she kicked off her shoes, I knelt down, gently placing them aside. Taking her hand, I guided her to the sofa, ensuring her comfort was paramount. With a soft sigh, she sank into the plush cushions, her eyes closing momentarily. Sensing her need for relaxation, I moved to her feet, tenderly removing her socks and placing them aside. I took a moment to massage her tired arches, hoping my touch might offer some solace and release.

As I worked my way up, her tension seemed to melt away. I fetched a warm towel, moistened it with fragrant water, and gently wiped away the dust and wear of the day from her delicate skin. The simple act of nurturing her brought me a profound sense of purpose and contentment.

Once her feet were refreshed, I moved to her side, offering her a glass of cool water. She accepted it gratefully, taking a sip to replenish her parched throat. I remained close, ready to attend to any additional needs that might arise.

We sat in companionable silence, the air filled with a soothing calmness. I cherished these moments of intimacy, where I could express my unwavering devotion to her. Though fatigue lingered, her presence radiated a captivating aura that revitalized my spirit.

“I’m lucky to have you, Ethan,” Anna spoke softly, breaking the silence. “Your care and dedication… I never want this week to end” she said almost sadly.

“It… it’s an honour to serve you, Goddess.” I replied, hoping she hadn’t noticed my falter.

The rest of the evening unfolded with a delicate balance of intimacy and submission, as I dedicated myself to fulfilling Anna’s desires and creating an atmosphere of pleasure and devotion.

As the night settled in once more, I prepared a sumptuous dinner, carefully crafting each dish to cater to her tastes and preferences and served her with great care, ensuring each plate was presented with elegance and precision before stooping to eat my own at her feet. She told me about her day, the troubles at work which had meant she’d had to stay so late, as well as asking about my own and the visit from Lea, in response to which I relayed the warning Lea had given me… but chose to omit her offer, for now.

“You’ve done such an amazing job caring for me, my sweet slave,” she said taking hold of the chain from my collar and leading my upstairs, “but I think I know what would really de-stress me.” Arriving at the door to the dungeon, she pushed it open and pulled me inside.

Bound by her commands, I surrendered myself to her will, basking in the ecstasy of her touch, the sting of her whip and the pleasure she got from extracting not just squeals of pain but evert ounce of submission within me. I was back in that blissful place in my mind where all I wanted was to please her and she was taking full advantage. Every few strikes against my body she would stop and run her hand across my reddening skin, proud of the marks she was leaving on it.

“Can you take a few more for me, slave?” she would ask, to which my answer was indelibly a whimpered ‘Yes Goddess’

Throughout the night, the intensity grew, as Anna expertly balanced the delicate dance between pleasure and denial, making me need her more with every breathless moment. With every moan, every gasp, I offered myself completely to her, my devotion unwavering. She revelled in her power over me, in the control she held, and I found solace and fulfilment in my role as her devoted plaything.

Finally, as midnight approached, I was in her bed once again with my collar chained to the bedpost, Goddess Anna and I intertwined in each other’s arms and the last thing I saw as we drifted to sleep was the contented smile on her face.

Chapter Seven

The next day, with no further interruptions from her work, I was free to serve and dote on Anna to the best of my ability. Whether it was in my domestic duties, worshipping her or being her toy once again and having further angry red marks left on my body; these seemed to become a point of pride for her, absentmindedly running her hands across the welts to enjoy the sting of her handiwork and commenting that she couldn’t wait to make more.

That night was spent in the dungeon again where she more than kept her promise with a game she called ‘the 12 days of Christmas’; I was strapped to a bench and could hear but not see Goddess busily doing something, I discovered later that twelve different implements were being arranged in a row ready for use. She told me the rules of the game and, with a feather-light brush of her fingers across my chastity cage, said that if I did well there would be a ‘reward’ at the end. And so, the game began…

On the first day of Christmas my Goddess gave to me one spank with the little red whip which was really quite mild but worse was to come. On the second day of Christmas my Goddess give to me two smacks with the naughty paddle (so called because those words are on it) and one with the little red whip. On the third day of Christmas my Goddess gave to me three strokes with a light strap, two smacks with the naughty paddle and one with the little red whip. She proceeded like this until the ‘song’ was complete, amounting to more than 350 blows and leaving me sobbing into the ball gag she’d the put on me when I started pleading for mercy, something that only seemed to renew her zeal. I was even sure she miscounted a few times, always to my disadvantage.

As for my reward, Goddess Anna’s sadism showed itself again. I was briefly released from the bench only to be re-strapped to it lying on my back, and my cage removed much to the relief of my aching cock which sprang up like a rocket. Anna explained that I was finally going to be allowed to cum as she affixed a plastic tube over my cock with a rubber sheath inside, but that as with all things for a slave my relief would come with a price- as what I wasn’t allowed to do was stop. The device was a milking machine, an insidious creation repurposed for the torment of slaves like me and, much like the cage, there would be no escaping it until she wanted me to.

It felt like pure bliss to begin with, the tube moving rhythmically up and down as I moaned and instinctively strained against the leather straps holding me in place trying to thrust into it. Between the time I’d spent being teased and denied, and the truly impressive amount of edging I had done over the past year under instruction from Goddess Anna any sexual stamina I may have once had was completely ruined and it only took a few minutes before I burst into perhaps the best orgasm of my life, filling it with cum that began to trickle out through the shaft of the tube.

“aah-koo Goh-ess!” I exclaimed through the gag to Anna who had taken a seat on the bench, perching her ass right next to my head so I could stare up at her perfection. A vicious grin spread across her lips.