Upon arrival, I knock on the door right on time. Waiting in suspense for the door to open, my hands start to clam up. Fearful I got the time wrong, I move to check my phone when I hear Goddess’ angelic voice from inside.

“Come in!”

Said softly and sweetly, yet short, the command reaches me through the door. I take a deep breath and open it.

As I walk in, the lights are low and the curtains are drawn. Goddess is reading something in a chair in the corner, with only the light of a table lamp shining upon Her.

Without looking in my direction, She says sternly, curtly, and without any of the sweetness She just displayed, “You’re late. Strip where you stand, and don’t forget to fold your clothes neatly. I will not tolerate any disrespect. Set them on the half-wall on your right. You will get them when we are done. Place your tribute in the tray on the left, and then prostrate yourself before Me and greet Me as I deserve.”

“Yes, Goddess,” I say sheepishly.

I quickly strip, fold my clothes, and pay tribute. As I approach Her, I keep my gaze on the floor, not daring to meet my Goddess’ gaze. Not that She would grace me with it; She is still reading in Her chair.

I kneel before Her and begin by kissing the tops of Her feet, then the sides of Her feet, the soles of Her feet, even each toe, and then transition to Her ankle.

“Uh-uh, my little subject,” She says as She picks up Her foot and places the sole of Her foot on my face. “You have not earned the right yet today to kiss more than My feet. You can start to earn the right by repeating the greeting process from the beginning. Once you are done, become My footstool while I finish My reading.”

I'm not convinced She is actually reading something, but I'm happy to show my devotion to my Goddess.

So I repeat the process, savoring each kiss, then become Her stool with a satisfied smile.

Goddess completes Her reading a few minutes later, and She deigns to give me an ounce of Her attention.

“Okay, My little worshipper. I suppose you did an alright job.”

The smile fades at Her lackluster intonation.

“I’ll have to train you better for next time. I have much planned for us. But first, since you were late, you will be punished. Position yourself over My knee at once.”

I move quickly to do as She instructs, and as I do so, I try to defend myself.

“But I was right on—”

She cuts me off.

“Enough! No excuses. You entered My temple one minute late, and I value punctuality. You may not value your time, but I DO. And now, I must add to your punishment for talking back.”

I look away from Her gaze and lie over Her lap. My knees are slightly off the ground, and my hands are holding up my upper body. This leaves my buttocks front and center, served up for Her to have Her way.

Goddess reaches to my head and runs Her fingers through my hair. Her hand begins to caress me from my head to my buttocks.

As Her fingertips leave my skin—

CRACK!

The sound of a hairbrush striking my buttocks rings out.

She takes Her time, savoring each strike, a total of twelve per cheek instead of the ten She planned.

Ouch!

By the end, my entire buttocks are red and sensitive to the touch.

“Good boy!”

She looks at me, bends over, and says again, “Good boy! I think I like the sound of that. That gives Me an idea.”

She reaches behind Her and pulls out a leather strip with a clasp on it: a collar.

I look at Her longingly.

“Lift your head, My good boy.”

I do so and angle it away so She can easily place the collar around my neck.

“There. That’s better, ain’t it? You feel better now that you are collared by Me. Right, my little subject? I know you said you don’t like Mikey, but Mikey is such a good name for a pet. And that’s what you are now. My little pet. I’ll train you. You will be obedient, and you will feel fulfilled for having served Me, your Goddess.”

She says it with relish in Her voice.

“Yes, Goddess,” I reply.

“Yes, what?” She chides.

“Yes, I am Your pet, and I will worship and obey You. I will feel fulfilled by serving You. And, if I may add, it will bring me joy and happiness to make You happy,” I state.

“That’s good, Mikey,” She says with a smile, and ruffles my hair. “Now, one more thing here. You are missing something.”

She grabs a plug and some lube from the side table.

“Turn away from Me and spread your cheeks. You will need this to get started.”

She lubes my rosebud and places the cold steel at my opening. She slowly dildos me with it until it goes all the way in. There is a little resistance at the end, but She forces it through, knowing I can take it.

With a little discomfort, I exhale. The discomfort is brief and dissipates quickly. I relax.

I like this full feeling, I think to myself.

Goddess knows what I like, I think to myself. I hope She gives me more of this today.

“Now that we have that out of the way, kneel before Me before we move to the dungeon,” She demands.

From Her throne, poised with a glass of wine in Her hand and Her legs crossed, She looks down upon me.

I follow Her command. I supplicate myself before Her, kneeling with my hands on my knees, back straight, and eyes down.

She slowly reaches toward my neck and grabs hold of my throat above the collar. Squeezing lightly, but for a long moment, I even feel a bit lightheaded when She releases my throat to grab my chin and guide my gaze up.

“You may look in My eyes.”

She pauses.

“And now you may look between My legs.”

She uncrosses Her legs slowly, provocatively, and touches Herself under Her skirt but over Her lace lingerie thong.

“You see this? My garden,” She says.

“Yes,” I gasp as I lean in to catch Her scent.

She lets me get close, and then snaps Her legs together, pinching my head between Her thighs.

I’m in heaven.

She pushes my head away from Her, toying with me. I lean back as She opens Her legs again and states:

“I know you want it. You want to worship it. You want to know what it tastes like. I can tell; you’re already drooling. So you think that is cute? Try pathetic.

“But I tell you what. If you stay on your best behavior, I may consider using your face as My fucktoy and grind My garden on it until I come. You’ll be marked with My scent. Just another piece of property to Me. Would you like that, Mikey?”

Fervently, I exclaim, “Yes, Goddess. I would like that very much. I will obey.”

“Let’s begin then. Down to the dungeon,” Goddess says excitedly.

I move to stand up out of Her way, and She looks at me with disappointment.

“I thought you said you’d obey. Did you forget already? You’re My pet now. Crawl for Me, unless I state otherwise.”

I look at Her, disappointed that I made a mistake already. I immediately get on my hands and knees and wait for Her to take the lead.

She leads me to the basement stairs and saunters down ahead of me. I cautiously make my way down the stairs and across the concrete slab of the basement.

Forward now into Her dungeon, my undoing imminent.

As we enter Her dungeon, She commands, “Be a good boy and wait at the foot of My throne facing toward it.”

Of course, I do so happily.

I hear some noises behind me: a hum of something electric, something sparking, and a lube bottle opening. The noises make my mind race, and with anticipation, my cock throbs to life.

Goddess states, “I’m ready now. Crawl to Me, then stand and place yourself in My assessment chair.”

I do so, and She proceeds to strap me into the chair. She lets me watch to see my helplessness, then blindfolds me.

I hear Her move away and then feel two cool pads placed on either side of my starfish. I scoot forward to make it easier for My Goddess.

“Is My pet eager? Of course you are. You’re My eager little pet. Isn’t that right?”

She grabs my cock and balls and tugs on them firmly.

I squirm a little, but smile.

“Yes, Goddess,” I profess. “I’m grateful for this gift.”

“That’s music to My ears, Mikey. I need to assess your progress. I can tell you have improved from last time. This plug in your ass was sucked right in! I love a slutty little pet.”

She pulls the plug out teasingly, and I hear the whir of the e-stim begin.

As I adjust quickly, She ramps up the device. I can tell we are at a higher level than last time. My anus is fully stimulated, even dilating on its own. It feels like I’m being pounded by the largest dildo ever.

And it feels wonderful.

As Goddess continues Her assessment, She teases, “You are doing quite well, Mikey. I am pleased with your progress.”

“Here, for a small reward.”

She moves around me, and I can feel Her warmth close to my bound arms. The radiating heat from Her body moves toward my head. The click of Her shoes on the floor below me sends a chill down my body.

I can sense a part of Her near my face.

As I turn my head in Her direction, She bends over and puts Her garden inches from my face.

“You may smell My garden, pet.”

“Thank you, Goddess.”

I take a deep breath. I can tell She is aroused by my supplication. Her scent has grown stronger, and it arouses me to know this.

My cock rises, and Goddess giggles as She looks back at me over Her shoulder.

“Looks like this may have been too good a reward. You’re standing tall for Me. Good boy. That’s enough.”

She snaps and stands up straight, moving between my legs.

“You can take more, I think. Let’s see how high you can go.”

She ramps up the voltage. My starfish feels like it’s being pounded. The muscles of my sphincter push to my limit. She leaves it at this level to break me in.

I know She has plans for me if She is pushing it this high already.

“Very good, better than last time. Settle in!”

As I acclimate, I feel a sudden slap to my testicles, and it makes me jump. Which, in turn, makes me flex my starfish and momentarily increases the electric pulse.

I feel another few slaps, and the Goddess’ warm hands grab my balls and pull on them lightly.

I start to feel a thin rope, maybe a shoelace, wrap around the base of my scrotum. With each moment, another wrap around my scrotum continues to tightly spiral, slowly tightening my testicles until it is tight and looks like a small brain.

I relish this bound feeling.

She plays with me now, with Her fingernails prodding my bulging balls and my hardened cock. The sensation is like little needles.

Then a reprieve.

A light feather duster drapes slowly from the bottom of my balls to the top of my shaft.

The mix of sensations is wild.

And I’m here for the ride.

The sensation of the feather duster stops, and again I hear the click of Her heels and the warmth of Her body near my head.

I turn to face it.

I feel Her hands grab my head and straighten it out. Holding me tightly, She leans in and whispers in my ear.

“Now, my pet, I know what you really want, and I’m prepared to give it to you. Not because you want it, but because I need to show you I am in control. And so I need you to beg for it. Understood, Mikey?”

I pause and hesitate to get the words out.

“Understood!”

She grabs my hair and pulls tight.

“Ye-yes, Goddess. You are gracious. Please, Goddess, fuck me. Fuck me and have Your way with me. Fuck me silly, fuck me with a ball gag in my mouth, fuck me while I’m bent over and restrained. Please stretch my tiny hole until You’re satisfied. Please fuck me and don’t stop. I need to be used by You. I’ll do anything for You if You just grab me by the hips and pound me from behind, so each time You drive deep, I can feel Your warmth.”

“There, Mikey. That wasn’t so hard,” Goddess muses. “You are a little slut, aren’t you? My little pet slut, Mikey.”

“Yes, I’m Your pet slut. Please, Goddess,” I whine.

Goddess turns off the e-stim, undoes my restraints, and guides me off the chair carefully, still blindfolded.

In excitement, I begin to step forward, but then I feel Goddess’ hand press down on my shoulder until I drop to my hands and knees.

I am confused. The table She has set up, which I thought we were moving toward, is a tall table. Easy to bend over, but it makes no sense on my hands and knees.

I feel Her hands near my neck, and She bends over, Her hot breath in my ear.

“Remember, pet, hands and knees only unless I say. I have a place for you to wait while I prepare the next activity.”

Then the click of the clasp sounds off.

She stands up, and I feel my collar tug a little.

She's put a leash on me.

And now I truly feel like Her pet.

Still blindfolded, I clumsily crawl forward with Her guidance. I can tell I’m near the table when I hear the squeak of a hinge opening. She lightly prods my behind with Her leg to usher me forward.

I crawl forward, and my shoulder bumps a rounded, cold metal edge.

“Watch yourself. Space may be a little tight, but duck your head and settle in for a moment. I will be right back.”

I hear the squeak of the metal hinge, a clang, and a click.

What just happened, I think.

Where am I?

Am I under the table?

I reach up to feel my surroundings, too scared to take my blindfold off and disappoint my Goddess. I trust Her and Her purpose.

Metal bars all around on each side of me.

I’m in a cage.

The cage that is hidden under the table I thought we were moving toward.

Being confined, I feel safe. It’s a comforting feeling, but I like it. I feel like I really belong as Her pet.

If I wasn’t before, I’m truly in subspace now, and I can feel my cock stiffen at the thought. Out of my own control, it is liberating.

A minute or two later—maybe longer, maybe shorter. Time seems to stop.

I can hear Her footsteps grow closer, and a few metal clasps jingle as She walks back.

“Did you miss Me, Mikey?” She purrs.

“Yes, Goddess, I did miss You, and I trusted You would come back.”

“Good, Mikey. Separation makes the heart grow fonder. Now, I’m going to let you out, and once you are clear of your cage, you will kneel with your hands on your knees.”

“Yes, Goddess.”

I carefully crawl back to the entrance and out, kneel as instructed, and feel the Goddess’ legs begin to straddle me.

Something brushes up against my lips and cheek, then rests slightly angled against my chin and jawline.

She pulls my blindfold off slowly and directs my chin to have me look up at Her again.

Goddess looking down on me is the best thing ever.

I’m transfixed by Her gaze, but I’m starting to salivate now, knowing what was pressed up against my face. Her well-sized phallus is rubbing gently under my chin.

She is slightly rocking back and forth, leading me to the next stage of our adventure today.

“Be a good little pet, Mikey, and show Me you can worship Me properly. You want to worship My pussy, right? Well, you have to worship My cock first. Open wide and show Me how eager you are to please Me.”

I place one hand on my Goddess’ cock to steady myself, and the other stays on my knee. I place the tip of Her blessing on my lips, look up into Her eyes, and descend down Her shaft and let it glide into my throat.

I gag a little, pull back almost all the way, but I feel Her hands grab the back of my head, and She takes control.

I am in a world other than my own.

This is Her world, Her rules, and She is showing me that.

It is so wide it barely fits, but I do my best to comply with Her tempo and depth. My eyes start to water, and I’m audibly gagging on Her. Drool starts to pour from my mouth.

I start to drive the pace faster than Her, and She releases my head and puts Her hands on Her hips.

“There you go. Now you get it, Mikey. I knew you would be a good pet. You’re a quick study.”

I bob my head up and down aggressively and without mercy.

I release the cock from my mouth and gasp for air. Saliva is all around my mouth, dripping from my chin onto my knees.

I smile up at my Goddess and say, “More, Goddess?”

“Well, did I tell you to stop?”

I hurriedly continue my task, again gagging and trying to perform for Her. Now rotating my head and working my hand up and down the shaft, She purrs lightly and moans.

“That’s it, Mikey. Now enough!”

She grabs a fistful of the hair on the back of my head and yanks me off Her cock.

“Stand up, turn around, and bend over. Arms spread to each corner of the table.”

We are at the wide side of the table, so I have to really stretch to get close to the corners.

I see Her pull restraints from each corner one at a time and fasten them around my wrists.

With my arms spread wide, Goddess stands behind me, kicks the inside of my legs out so I spread them about shoulder-width apart, and places Her hands on my shoulders.

I melt at Her touch.

My apprehension immediately eases as She slowly glides Her hands down my back, over the insides of my butt cheeks, firmly pressing over my bound balls, and reaches under to tease my cock.

I’m leaking precum already.

I hear the click of a bottle and feel a cool liquid grace my starfish.

Goddess takes one finger at first and gently inserts it inside me, twisting it back and forth and deep to get me properly lubricated.

She then squeezes another finger in, rotates them to make sure I am wide enough for Her phallus, and then pulls them out quickly, leaving me feeling empty for a moment.

Teasing me with Her attached cock, She places it at the tip of my entrance and slowly moves the head inside and then out.

She stops abruptly, though, moving around behind me again and coming back to do the same thing.

Although this time, I feel the device slide in and now come back out.

It ripples as it enters since it seems to widen, then thin out in the middle and widen again at the base.

And then the hum of vibration begins.

She places a six-inch ribbed silicone vibrating butt plug into me.

“How’s that feel, Mikey?”

“Like ecstasy, my Goddess. Thank You for the wonders of Your gifts and presence. This is more than I could ask for, and I am grateful. Please let me worship You more.”

“Oh, You want to worship Me more? Let’s try something.”

She crawls up onto the table and sits just in front of me, Her garden an inch or two from my face, with Her legs spread over my shoulders.

She scoots a little closer to press Her lace-covered mound into my face.

“You want to worship Me. Well, tell Me how much You want it. Tell Me what You would do to let You worship this.”

“I will serve You, with utmost respect and devotion. I can clean Your home for You, cook You meals, and wash Your clothes. And I can be Yours to be used whenever You deign to.”

“That’s a good start. What about pain?” She says wryly.

“Yes, of course, Goddess. Flogging, caning, paddling, all that pleases You,” I plead.

“Good boy.”

She pats my head, grabs my hair, and begins to grind against my face.

I begin to feel a little of Her juice start to leak out of Her and wipe against my face. I’m basking in Her scent.

I so badly want to do more for Her, but I must wait until She says. Or I fear what She would ban me for breaking Her rules.

“Thank You, Goddess. Please use me more to get Yourself off. You deserve all the pleasure in the world.”

“Yes, I do, but I do not know if You deserve that honor.”

I rest my head slightly dejected on the table.

She slides out from Her position and resumes Her place behind me.

Again, Her hands trail from my neck to my hips. Warm to the touch, it sends chills down my spine as they leave the remnants of warmth on my skin.

“Here it comes, Mikey. Here is where You can earn the reward You want.”

She places Her cock at my entrance and plunges in swiftly but gingerly still.

I don’t know how She does that, but it feels amazing.

She places one hand on my back as She begins to find Her rhythm. Slowly picking up speed, I can feel myself start to buck into Her, and She begins to slam into me.

Rocking me forward with each thrust, my head and hips slide forward slowly. Hips against the edge of the table and my head knocking against the wall.

I am being pounded.

Her hips slamming into mine.

With each thrust, I melt, surrendering completely to my Goddess.

I’m panting, helplessly strapped to the table and helpless to the whims of Her strap-on. The friction and heat from Her body have me sweating. My balls are banging against Her on every thrust.

Bound and helpless to Her unrelenting movement, the sensations are overwhelming me.

Breathlessly, I whisper, “Go—Goddess. Goddess, I’m gonna cum. Do I—Do I have…permission?”

“I’m feeling kind today. You have been a good pet. Yes, you have permission.”

As She continues to thrust, I explode onto the edge of the table, the underside, and the floor.

She does not relent.

Forcing Her cock in and out of my ass, She relishes in my extended pleasure.

As another minute or two goes by, She slowly eases Her tempo and comes to a drawn-out halt, and with a neat “pop,” Her cock falls limp in front of Her.

She takes it and rubs it under me against my now-shrinking cock, gets a little come on it, rubs it up and down my crack, puts it back into me, and out again with another “pop,” repeating this a few times.

The teasing and light nature of this is incredible.

Can I live in this moment?

This ecstasy.

Goddess, I never want it to end.

Under my Goddess’ power, I feel at home.

“Hey, pet,” She chirps. “You okay down there?”

I grunt back to Her an affirming uh-huh.

“You are so sweaty and raspy. Are you thirsty? It seems like you are.”

“I am, Goddess. I’m so thirsty I need something to wet my lips.”

“Okay, here. Let Me fix You and I’ll get You something.”

“Thank You, My Goddess,” I say reverently.

She takes Her time and moves to undo my restraints.

As I begin to stand up, She spins me around and pushes me back on the table.

With a devilish grin, She lifts my feet up and slams one into new restraints.

Now lying with the length of the table, I look at Her confused.

She grabs my arms and puts them back into restraints above my head again, although this time not as widespread.

To do the last leg restraint, She crawls onto the table and over me.

Her thighs straddle my head, and Her head is just barely over my cock.

Basically a 69 position.

Although it doesn’t seem possible at this point, having been spent, my cock begins to rise again.

Is this what I think it is?

A 69 with a Goddess?

I must be dreaming!

Turns out I might as well have been.

She clicks the last restraint in place, and I’m bound again.

“I know what You must be thinking, if You are standing tall again so soon, Pet. But don’t get ahead of Yourself,” She says as She begins to smack my balls, still bound.

She lightly plays with my cock, then suddenly grabs it and squeezes, like She is trying to force all the blood back into my body.

I jump at the action, but give in as She starts to put Her body weight onto me.

She breathes on the head but doesn’t go any further.

She lets go, and my cock begins to swell again.

She notices my balls are starting to turn purple, so She teasingly undoes the shoelace around my scrotum.

Even this sensation feels great.

The sensitivity is overwhelming with all that has gone on.

And with the pressure relieved from me, I begin to release a tension I hadn’t noticed was there.

She lightly runs Her hand along my legs, the insides of my thighs, over my cock and balls, and then pushes Herself up to Her knees and begins to take a squatting position over me.

As She comes to Her resting place over me, She puts Her strap-on back into my mouth.

Lightly fucks my throat one more time, pulls it out, rests it on my face, and unsnaps the harness from Her body.

It drops to the side.

I watch it tumble away and look at it longingly, wishing it stayed on Her and we continued more.

“I see that look, pet. Don’t worry. It won’t go away forever. We have many more times to play ahead of us.”

“I understand, Goddess. You know best.”

“That’s right, I do,” She says with a playful smirk. “And I know You are thirsty. Did You like the taste of Yourself when I put that cock back in Your mouth?”

“Of course, Goddess. I welcome any of Your gifts.”

“Good. Well, I have another for You. Time for Your drink. Now open up.”

She ends in a demonstrative tone.

I open my mouth wide, not sure what for just yet.

Then She slides Her panties to the side, and I get a perfect view of Her garden. Perfectly shaven, like it was waxed for me. For this moment.

Glistening, Her juices dripping onto my face, She squats a little lower and lines up over my mouth.

In a moment, I’m showered in Her warm golden liquid.

Although She lined up over my mouth, I couldn’t swallow fast enough, and She ended up pissing all over my face and neck.

The sound of the splashing next to my ears and trying to drink it all in—I couldn’t help but revel in it.

“Thank You, Goddess,” I say clearly now that my thirst was quenched. “I needed that.”

“I know You did, pet. You did great today. But I have one last thing for You. An act of service to complete.”

She undoes my restraints and hands me a towel to wipe off the table, the floor, and myself.

I clean quickly and get back on all fours, not needing to be reminded again.

“Now follow Me.”

I follow Her back up the stairs and into the hall.

We enter the bathroom.

And I cannot believe what is happening.

She turns on the shower and begins to strip. Her divinity on full display, She takes a moment and leans over to me.

She removes my collar and steps into the shower.

I stay still, not knowing what to do.

“What are You waiting for, pet? Get in here,” She says playfully. “Last act of service: rinse Yourself and then wash Me.”

“Yes, Goddess,” I say excitedly.

I savor this, exploring every square inch of Her body, massaging Her as I cleanse Her.

This is my place.

A place of servitude next to a divine being.

I smile as I wash Her.

When we are done, She pushes me back to my knees, teases my cock between my legs with Her foot, and lightly presses down on my junk.

She opens Her leg and brings me into Her garden.

She demands an orgasm, and I deliver with enthusiasm.

We conclude, and She orders me to get two towels for us.

I pat Her dry and then dry myself.

I resume my position on all fours next to Her side as She checks Herself in the mirror.

We walk back to the front door with Her in a towel.

I get dressed, bow to my Goddess, worship Her feet at Her throne next to the door, and depart.