I awoke with a start. I’m often a little confused when awaking from a deep sleep and it seemed I had just heard myself snore, so deep was my sleep. What startled me? Then I half-heard it again. The doorbell? No. It was my telephone, the landline that I never use. I grabbed for the phone and knocked the alarm off my nightstand noting that it said 4:38 a.m. “Who in the world . . . ?”

I turned the phone over and read the caller ID as I pushed “talk”. Instantly I was wide awake and alert—Goddess!

“Yes Goddess, how may I serve you?” I said.

“You may serve me by answering on the first ring, slave. You know that I do not like to wait.” I shuddered. I knew that meant punishment. And it would not be a pain that I liked.

“Yes, Goddess.”

“I want you here by 6:00 a.m. You are to be clean, and don’t worry about being well dressed. Just wear shoes, slacks and a shirt and nothing else. Make sure you shave close, and you know what I mean. Read the sign after you enter the door.” Click. That was it.

It’s 20 minutes from my driveway to Goddess’ home. That leaves me, one hour? That should be O.K. unless there is traffic on the way out of the city. Shouldn’t be at this hour.

I showered – and shaved closely, as instructed. The “you know what I mean” part meant all over my cock and balls, groin area, between my legs and ass cheeks. So far Goddess had not required that I be completely hairless. But she was very particular about the region described.

Out of the shower I dried off, shaved my face except for the bearded parts combed hair and applied deodorant, then to dressing.

Slip on shoes and loose slacks with a pull over polo shirt and I was nearly ready. She did not say socks or underwear, and so the obvious answer was no. Likewise, there was no jewelry, watch or other normal day adornments.

At about 5:25 a.m. I was ready and out the door. Getting into my little Corolla I backed out of my drive and headed for the turnpike out of town. Goddess lived about 15 miles away on a small hobby farm. I had been there many times to serve her, work in her garden, and other things. But I had never been called there this early. Usually the “other things” were accomplished in the evening in her basement dungeon, a dimly lit but very complete facility allowing for most any kind of play that might interest Goddess. And her interests were many and varied.

All during the time I was driving to her farm, I wondered what had occasioned this call and command to come to her. I had made the drive so many times that it was almost automatic, which allowed me to think back to the first time I was brought to this farm. At that time we had only met a few times, mostly in public establishments. I hardly knew her and was much more anxious than now. The first time she actually drove with me both to show me the way and I suspect to insure that I did not lose courage. During that visit she showed me exactly how I was to approach the house, where to park, how to approach the rear door (through a narrow passage and gate between the garage and house) and what to do upon arriving at the door. By this time it was almost ritual.

So, as I arrived on this early morning, about 5:45 a.m., I parked on the concrete pad farthest from the house and beside the garage. That way my car was almost out of sight and would not be noticeable unless a person approached very close to the garage. (I am sure if seen my car would be somewhat an embarrassment to her, compared to the Lexus and the BMW that she drove alternately, and which were stored inside the garage. But my relative economic standing did not allow for more car than that for me. ) Then I got out, locked the car and quickly walked across the driveway and into the passage. I went through the gate and dropped to my knees immediately. I was on hallowed ground.

I crawled the 20 steps or so to the rear door, opened the lock box lid and placed my shoes and shirt inside. Then, with some difficulty since I was on my knees, I removed my slacks and placed them in the box as well. I was stark naked in Goddess’ back lawn kneeling on her step as always. Fortunately for me there is a six-foot fence surrounding about a quarter acre of lawn, replete with flower and vegetable gardens (in the summer) and a dozen or so shade trees. Thus, even though this was humiliating and anxiety provoking, there was very little risk that someone, other than a person Goddess intended, would see me.

After placing my clothes in the box, I locked the padlock at the front and placed the box in front of me on the next step and waited. This is one of the tough things about visiting Goddess. Kneeling on a concrete step while naked in whatever weather until she decides to allow my entrance is definitely uncomfortable. But my discomfort is of little consequence compared to being able to bask in the presence of my Goddess. So, I am there at 5:56 a.m., naked and kneeling upright on the first of five steps leading to her back door—waiting.

And I wait. I have no ability to judge time, and so whether it is four minutes or ten minutes I am not sure, but finally the buzzer sounds and I pick up the box, crawl as best I can up the steps and open the door. I place the box just inside and to the left of the doorway as I always do. Then I see the note mentioned on the phone.

“Crawl up the stairs and crawl into the second room on the right keeping your eyes on the carpet. Say nothing. The door to the room will be open. Crawl to the left side of the bed and kneel upright, knees and ankles 12” apart, hands behind back and arch your body presenting it to me, again, keeping your eyes on the carpet in front of your knees.”

I immediately began crawling up the stairs, a totally new experience for me. Normally I was restricted to the main floor for domestic work and to the basement for “the other”. I was getting a bit anxious now because I was on unfamiliar ground, so-to-speak. What did this mean? I knew that only bedrooms and bathrooms existed on the second floor.

I crawled as instructed to the left side of the bed about half way toward the head of the bed and knelt up and presented as instructed. Keeping my eyes on the carpet in front of my knees still allowed me to see from the corner of my eye the dim figure of a person, female and presumably my Goddess, lying on the bed. I could hear rhythmic breathing, light and consistent, but nothing else.

I waited longer. Then I heard a slight rustle from behind me. There were two people in the room besides me. A hand I did not recognize handed me a small square and a voice that rang some distant alarm bells, but which I did not recognize said, “put it on”. I took it and turned it over to see that it was a condom. I could not believe what I was thinking.

Was I really? It seemed so unbelievable. While my Goddess’ cock was rock hard, as it had been since the call (and all through the shower, shaving and drive) it still only protruded 6.5” and had a diameter of maybe 1.5”. I had always been told that it was far too small to be of any interest. But this was one order I took no time to obey. Ripping open the package I rolled the condom onto Goddess cock in less than a minute flat. I was excited, to say the least. I waited once again for some sign to move in some direction. But none came immediately.

Then the hands returned along with the legs (oh gorgeous long legs) and breasts of a naked woman bending over in front of me with something metal in her hands. She took hold of my Goddess’ cock and slipped a 7” metal tube over it and the condom and locked it into place with what appeared to be half of a set of hand-cuffs secured. If there were a word for utter disappointment it would have been what I felt at that time. Clearly, my Goddess’ cock was going into no pleasurable place any time soon.

And then the gorgeous woman with the hands rose up and left. I was a bit unnerved because once again I saw familiarity in those breasts and legs, as I had the voice, but I could not for the life of me identify them. Because this woman was completely naked before me, I assumed that she was one of Goddess’ female slaves. No Mistress that I had experienced would ever be completely naked before their slave. And so a mystery was born in the back of my mind. But I had more important things to attend to for the moment. I waited, looking ever downward.

After a few minutes, I heard a rustle from the bed and a familiar voice, “Stand.” I stood keeping my eyes on the carpet. “Turn and face the bed but do not look at me. Look down at the edge of the bed. I am going to give you very specific instructions.”

I waited. I still could not see Goddess clearly owing to the fact that I was obeying the instructions. But I could not avoid the image within my field of vision and I could tell that she was nearly naked except for a band around her hips and something protruding upward from that band.

“Listen carefully, and obey. If you do you will be rewarded immeasurably. If you do not you will be punished more harshly that you have ever been and likely more harshly than you can now imagine.” I was all attention, including my apparently ever-hardening appendage.

“First, you will never speak unless an answer is requested. You may scream if necessary, but you may not say a word unless bidden. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Goddess”, I replied.

“Second, you will bend over the bed toward me, but not touching me. You will take your hands and spread your cheeks as wide a possible.” I complied immediately, and surprisingly my Goddess’ cock seemed to become even harder.

“Third, you will not move until instructed to do so.” I waited and after a few seconds a hand placed on the small of my back pressed down firmly. Another hand inserted a finger into my rectum with something very slippery (I assumed it was some kind of lube). The finger moved in an out for some time applying lube until it nearly dripped down Goddess’ ball sack.

At this point I guessed some of what was going to happen. Obviously, this would be the culmination of several sessions of preparation during which Goddess had had me first finger my ass, then insert varying size dildos, all the while telling me that she was preparing me to be fucked in the ass. Each session brought a level of fear to my heart because I had seen the cocks that she used. Suddenly I was more than just anxious. I was scared. I had never had a cock in my ass before. Technically I was a virgin in that sense. Even though I had practiced with lesser toys, this was to be the final test.

When the hands departed my ass it was as slippery as it had ever been in my life.

“Now,” said my Goddess, “crawl carefully up onto the bed, once again without touching me.”

I did so and knelt upright at her side, still looking down. However, since I was so close, there was no way I could not see her in all of her 5’10” glory. She was, as I suspected, completely naked except for a wide leather band around her lower waist and hips. And, as I thought, there was a cock of at least 10” in length and perhaps 3” at the based in diameter protruding straight up from where her venus mound was. The tip of the cock was no more than 1-1/2 “ in diameter, which gave me some hope.

Now I could also see my Goddess slender long legs beautifully tanned and toned. They lay together nearly touching each other all the way to her ankles. And I could see her magnificent flat and firm stomach, gently rising and falling as she breathed. And then there were the mountains of lush, creamy-tan breasts that seemed to reach upward firmly almost as tall as the phallus. Round and succulent, they were mesmerizing.

And I could not keep my eyes from moving on to the strong and sensuous pillar that supports her beautiful face. I am not sure why she paused this long. Perhaps it was to inspire me more. I certainly did not need further inspiration, but I was not one to deny being able to see that which I had longed to see for months, that which had been consistently hidden from my view with every encounter.

The she spoke again, and I was brought back to the present reality. “You will notice”, she said, “that this is a tempurpedic mattress. It will not give, bounce, or otherwise provide you an excuse for touching me. So, you will not touch me.” I had noticed the difference. There was indeed no bounce and thus balancing was easy.

“Yes, Goddess,” I said automatically and sadly. What was this? Was this some new form of teasing and tempting? Was this a test of how close I could get without losing control? In spite of myself I was getting a little annoyed.

“You may swing your right leg over my body, without touching me so that my cock is just behind your ass. Do it.”

I had to lean over in order to get into position, but I carefully swung my leg over so that my knees rested on either side of her leather band. I then noted that the band was wide enough so that even though I could not avoid touching it, if I kept my feet at an outward angle, I could avoid touching Goddess’ skin.

“Place your hands palm down on your thighs to help balance. Raise your ass as high as possible.” As I complied I once again felt the hands take the cock and bring it to my well-lubed ass. It poked at the rosebud, but did not go in. The hands held it more firmly, and Goddess said, “Go ahead. Slowly lower your ass onto the cock. Work it in. Move you ass back and forth, and side to side. Relax and push as if you were expelling.”

I did as I was told and after a minute or two of struggling with the hands holding the cock where it could be inserted, the small head of the cock popped in. It was almost immediately expelled again, because I was surprised and did not hold onto it. Once again we worked at it and it went in more easily. I was very grateful for the weeks of practice prior to this morning. While there was some discomfort, there was no real pain yet.

I had the cock in my ass perhaps two inches inside. The helping hands left and Goddess once again spoke. “Now listen again. Hold still and do not move and most of all do not lose that cock from your ass.” I gripped the cock with my sphincter muscles as tightly as possible and prayed that it would stay where it was.

“This cock I am wearing has a double head. One end is inserted in your ass as you can tell. The other end is inserted into my vagina. I have decided that you will work to pleasure me while I lie here and relax and enjoy your work. If you do well, as I said, you will get a reward.” And with that she raised her hands above her head, interlaced her fingers behind her head and relaxed, closing her eyes and smiling.

“Begin slowly rising and falling on the cock. Do not lose it. Keep a steady rhythm until I tell you to change.” And so it began. I rose a half inch and then came down an inch. I rose an inch and then came down 1-1/2”. I repeated the process over and over about one second for each rise and one second for each descent, sometimes sinking the cock in more deeply and sometimes allowing part of it to escape. It took about five minutes, but by that time I was holding onto about half of the cock on the downward thrust.

At that point I noticed that Goddess had moved her arms and hands. Here elbows were at her sides and her fingers were toying with her nipples. Her breathing was becoming in deeper and faster. And there seemed to be, although in the dim light I could not really tell, a flush spreading across her face and neck. I seemed to be pleasing her, and for that is was incredibly thankful.

I continued my ministrations for another minute or two and then Goddess said, “You may pick up the pace and thrust harder. I want this entire cock in your ass before we stop this morning.” I was shaken with those words. I was to get 10 inches of cock that was at least 3 inches at the base completely in my virgin ass? I could not believe it. But thrust harder I did.

I was making the cycle of rise and fall on the cock once a second now and coming down hard to push more cock into Goddess’ ass. As the real pain began, about the time I had 2/3 of the cock in my ass on a downward thrust, I heard a slight moan come from Goddess. Sweat was coming from my brow and body as I continued to work the cock into my Goddess’ ass (and her pussy of course).

“RIDE THAT COCK!” I heard Goddess command. I began thrusting as fast and hard as I could knowing that I was bringing her pleasure and not wanting to stop any of the joy she seemed to be feeling. Now she was moaning and stroking her breasts firmly as I rode the cock almost to the base.

I felt like I was going to tear open something in Goddess’ ass but I was not willing to stop now. My hands were sweating on my legs and I felt like I was dripping. But I continued to ride.

Then I heard Goddess moan loudly and seemingly shudder and convulse all at the same time. Just at that moment my Goddess’ ass cheeks came to rest briefly on the band of leather separating my skin from her satin flesh. In a moment, she lay back and relaxed, opening her eyes. I saw that I had indeed brought her real pleasure and so I started to dismount, rising up to release the cock in my now unbearably painful ass even though I only had about 80% inside. That 80% was probably at the 2-1/2” mark and that was more than I had ever before held. I thought I was about to tear and was certain that I would never get to the 3” level.

“Where do you think you are going?” Goddess asked. “We’ve just started. Just keep moving your ass in little circles gently. You’ve done well for your first time. Don’t spoil it now by getting all in a rush.” And with that she once again closed her eyes and raised her arms interlacing her fingers behind her head to relax. I have no idea if she knew what raising her arms did to her breasts and what that did to her cock, now dripping inside the condom and constraining metal tube in which it was encased. But I suspected that she did know. And she was intent on using that knowledge well.

I kept moving around and around, and sometimes just a little up and down.

The Taking, Pleasing Goddess.

“Where do you think you are going?” Goddess asked. “We’ve just started. Just keep moving your ass in little circles gently. You’ve done well for your first time. Don’t spoil it now by getting all in a rush. You males know nothing about basking in the afterglow. And I know that you are not completely impaled on my cock.”

I was stunned. My ass ached like it had never ached before but I was to be afforded no relief. I was sweating and tired and hurting. But I kept moving as directed, in little circles and perhaps a little up and down both the create the desired sensations in my Goddess and to sometimes relieve a bit of the pain in my ass.

Suddenly, the female slave appeared in full view and I realized that she was wearing a full-frontal facemask similar to the ones that were often used at Mardi Gras in new Orleans. I wondered if she were from New Orleans and that perhaps I had met her there. I had lived down there in a previous lifetime for about five years or so. I was still trying to work out in the back of my mind why she seemed so familiar. Since she did not speak I could not determine an accent.

She was gorgeous, about 5’9” and perhaps 135-140 pounds of well-proportioned beauty. And she was stark naked, other than the mask.

She had two towels in her hands, one she used to gently dab away the perspiration from Goddess’ body and the other, later, to wipe away the sweat from my body. Apparently there was to be minimal touching of Goddess even from my perspiration. She wiped us both thoroughly and while I do not know the effect that ministration had on Goddess, I can say that it placed a new level of urgency in my movements. My Goddess’ encased and chaste cock was straining at the tube and condom. I was sure that the leakage of pre-cum had filled the end of the condom to over flowing. And I was getting even more excited from having my ass impaled by Goddess’ cock and being gently wiped down and lightly massaged by a second beautiful woman.

Apparently my excitement had caused me to unknowingly increase the tempo of my thrusting because I then heard Goddess say, “Whoa, boy. Not so fast. We have all morning to enjoy. Let’s not get carried away.” She was smiling, I saw, so I felt less fear of her displeasure than I might have at those words in other circumstances.

But then she went on. “OK, here is what I want you to do. Listen carefully.”

“Yes Goddess,” I said with conviction.

“Take your hands off your thighs and place them back on your ankles just above your heels. That will force your feet away from my legs and insure that you do not break rule #1, DO NOT TOUCH ME.”

“Yes, of course Goddess”. And so I leaned back slightly and placed each hand on the corresponding ankle. I immediately noticed that the cock in my ass slid in more deeply because of the angle change. There was more pain, but not as much as expected.

Second, Goddess chaste cock raised into the air and began to wave back and forth as I ground my ass down on the cock therein. Apparently it also changed something in the approach of the cock in Goddess’ pussy as well, because as I settled back on my heels I heard a catch in her breath that signaled a renewed excitement.

As an aside, I must have been a ridiculous picture. Here I am riding a cock in my ass with my Goddess’ cock waving in the air as I lean back and do circles and thrusts with my hips. I almost flushed at the mind picture I was seeing, but then I was already so flushed from sexual excitement that I am sure no one would have noted any change in the color of my face. And at the same time, my Goddess is appearing relaxed and ready, serene and sexy, commanding and comfortable. There could not have been a greater contrast than the two of us.

“Alright”, I heard Goddess say, “we are going to approach this a little differently this time. Instead of looking down, or at best at my body, I want you to look me directly in the eyes.” This was another shock.

NEVER had I been allowed to look into Goddess’ eyes. In her presence I was always to look down, focused on the floor, or at best her feet as I worshipped them. In most cases I could look no higher than her knees. Only when we were in public and she was fully clothed could I look directly at her, because to do otherwise would be to cause others in public to be uncomfortable. But even then, I could NEVER look into her eyes. Now here in the space of perhaps one hour, I had seen more than I had seen in months of time with her AND I am ordered to look into her eyes. My mind kept screaming “why?” “why?” There must be some reason.

But I most certainly did not hesitate. I looked directly into those beautiful eyes and found amazing clarity all the while I was increasing the tempo of thrusting from the new angle. Yes, there was lust there. And there was immeasurable power. But there was something else. It wasn’t exactly magic or evil. But it seemed sinister.

I looked and I thrust and I looked and I thrust over and over and over until time became no more. I couldn’t feel my ass and I could not tear my eyes away. My chaste cock felt like it was going to split the steel tube that encased it. I could no longer see what was happening with Goddess’ body or her breathing or her hands. All I could see were her eyes. I was drowning in those liquid pools and loving every minute of it.

Her eyes, in spite of the incredible pace of thrusting we were engaged in, were calm and focused. I could not understand what was happening until I heard “You see. You are mine completely. I own your body and soul. There is no other than Goddess. Goddess is your all.” I knew that to be true just as I also knew that she did not speak it. The words just appeared in my mind.

And just as suddenly as the words appeared and left, I felt my chaste cock explode with the most intense orgasm I had ever felt. All of the recent weeks of denial were pent up and awaiting release and this is when it happened. Once again, I was so thankful for the condom and chastity device. Without both I am sure that the unthinkable would have happened.

I can only believe that Goddess knew and planned the explosion at just the moment of final submission. I was now not only Goddess’ slave in the physical sense of submitting voluntarily to her will, but my will had been obliterated. Her will was now my will. There was no difference. I could almost feel her will in me.

I began to move with even more purpose in gaining the last inch of the cock in my ass. The leverage gained from being back on my heels gave Goddess more pleasure and me an opportunity to impale myself completely. As I worked I noticed Goddess was having wave after wave of orgasmic delight. Even though I was forcing my ass down painfully on her cock, there was no pausing, no delay. Thrusting toward the goal was my life. Pain was there in the back of my mind, but it was inconsequential.

Then, suddenly once again, my sphincter muscle stretched one more time and took the entire phallus. Miraculously, there was not a major tear. I could feel the pain and fullness, but that was all. I was completely down on the cock and the goal had been reached. I almost fell over with relief and I noticed then that Goddess’ orgasms had slowed, she was basking in the glow of post-orgasmic bliss, and she was relaxing with eyes closed and hands gently caressing those lovely breasts.

As I continued to make slow circular motions with my hips and sometimes gentle thrusting movements, I realized that the cock in my ass had stayed fully impaled. It was not being expelled as it had been earlier. Perhaps my sphincter muscles had reached the limit and they were therefore so tightly stretched that the phallus could not move outwardly. I didn’t know, but I did know that I felt fully accomplished and more fulfilled that I had ever felt in my life.

I don’t know how long this afterglow lasted. But at some point the young woman in the mask and nothing else returned and once again began gently wiping away Goddess’ perspiration. This time she took special care to wipe her face, hands and arms as well as her breasts and stomach. Once she had completed that task she moved to wiping down my torso, hands and arms, and legs. All the time that was being done I continued my gentle movements until I heard Goddess speak the words I always want to hear.

“You have done surprisingly well slave.” I was immensely relieved. “You have fully impaled yourself, which was one goal of this morning. And you have satisfied your Goddess seven or eight times.” I began to feel proud that I had been of such service.
But then she said, “Of course, I have had this planned for months. Your training was all focused on this one morning and all the mornings of your life from this point forward. It was my will from the first time we met to make you what you are. You and I are now connected in a way that cannot be broken regardless of the miles or time that separate us. You are mine completely as you have known no other, but as I have known many. You will continue to learn and to grow. But from this point on, you will focus your entire life on my will.”

To me that felt right and exactly true. I knew it in my core being. She went on, “You will leave later today after you have served me and others well. You will sell everything you own and bring the proceeds to me. You will live as I direct, do as I tell you, and as long as you live never disagree with or disobey me. That is true, and you know it, because you are now completely my property. You are a small part of me.”

Once again, I felt agreement and calm commitment to what she was saying. “Now I want you to rise off of the cock in your ass and crawl off the bed. Wait with head down once again on the floor by the bed.” I did as instructed and dismounted. As I reached the floor, I felt a tremendous emptiness in my body. It started with my ass, which was literally empty, and reached completely upward to my throat. The entire core of my body felt completely empty. Nonetheless, I waited as instructed.

Around me I heard activity, but it was inconsequential to the emptiness I felt. It actually seemed like there were several people moving about and doing different things for Goddess. I knew that she was still on the bed. I could feel it in my core. People were taking off her belt and removing her phallus. She arose and went into the adjoining bath to take a relaxing, soaking spa bath. Some way I knew what she was doing. I waited—empty. And I knew in the center of my being that there was only one person who could fill that emptiness.

I waited until finally the slave woman in the mask came and touched me in a gesture that indicated I should follow her. She had me crawl into another room where there was a bed and bath combination. She indicated that I should kneel up, and she removed the chastity device. She indicated the toilet and shower as facilities that I should use. As she left the room I rose and went first to the toilet to remove the condom and its contents.

Then I took a slow shower rinsing off the sweat that had collected over the previous two hours and a half. I was exhausted, but of course, I felt wonderful for having been granted the opportunity to please my Goddess. The only negative was that I still felt empty. The feeling had subsided somewhat so that I could function without seemingly being in a clinical depression. But I knew that I would feel this way any time I was not with Goddess, and for the rest of my life.

As I stepped out of the shower I found a fresh towel and I dried my skin and hair. I also found brush and comb and so I made some semblance of order in my hair. Having completed that, I once again sank to my knees on a bit of rug covering the tile floor, and waited. Since I had no idea what was to come next, I chose to simply wait. As I waited, I could feel the pain in my rectum, the emptiness in my core, but also the great happiness that comes from serving. I had done what I was created to do.

Within about five minutes of completing my shower, the masked woman appeared and indicated that I was to follow. Apparently women in this house were allowed to walk even if they were slaves. And men were only allowed to crawl. The latter was not a surprise because it was consistent with what I had previously experienced. But I had never seen a woman slave in this house. So, I was a little surprised and happy to be able to follow one walking in the way that only a naked woman can.

Once again, Goddess’ cock began to rise.

The Taking, The Punishment.

I was a little surprised and happy to be able to follow anyone walking in the way that only a naked woman can. And once again, Goddess’ cock began to rise. Moreover, as I watched and crawled, the impression of familiarity with this woman returned. Most curious, I thought. I know I had never followed a naked woman like this and so why it would seem familiar I could not say.

Finally, she reached the head of the stairs and she descended and I crawled down as well. We reached the main floor and continued down into the basement, and to the dungeon. Once in the dungeon, she motioned me to the spanking horse and had me lean over it. She strapped me down so that my ass was high in the air and my head dropped down near my knees. My wrists were strapped on one side near my ankles, which were securely strapped to the other side of the horse.

Once in place she went methodically to work. Then she went to the far wall behind me (I could see her do it albeit upside down.) and selected a range of butt plugs and harnesses. There was no explanation. Of course, none was needed. It was obvious that she was doing as Goddess had instructed her to do.

Returning from the wall she inserted a butt plug, ramming it into my already opened and sore ass, and determined that it was too small. Then she inserted another and found that it stretched me, but still not enough for her satisfaction. There was no obvious indication of pain from me. On the third try she implanted a plug that made me gasp a bit and that seemed to satisfy her. I will admit that it was not terribly painful, compared to what I had already been through, but it was uncomfortable.

Next she buckled a belt around my waist with a strap that hung down between my ass cheeks. She untied my cock and balls from the horse. Once the waist belt was securely fastened she drew the strap up between my legs and snapped it in place so that the butt plug was secured in place. Then she took hold of my cock and balls and drew them through the hole in the front of the strap that ran between my legs. And finally, she once again fastened a chastity device around my cock and balls.

The difference in this chastity device however is that it came in two pieces that fit over both cock and balls. It was made of plastic and so was lighter weight. And the tube was shorter allowing 2-3 inches of my semi-erect cock to protrude from the end. I was able to watch all of this, of course, because I was bent over the spanking horse so that I could see the lower half of my body upside down.

I was curious about the chastity device because I was not sure how it would keep me from orgasm if the head and part of my cock were exposed. I soon found the answer tough. The mystery woman first took a bag of ice and applied it to my swollen cock. It immediately retreated to it flaccid 3” version, much to my embarrassment. Then she began to screw down the top half of the device to the bottom half being careful not to pinch my flesh in the seams.

Very soon, as the device tightened, I learned the reason that there was no danger of my having an orgasm. Actually there was no real danger of my having a full erection. Inside of each half there existed multiple sharp points that would not allow my cock to swell without considerable pain. That pain would cause the cock to become flaccid again. Then if there were pleasurable stimulation the cock would expand. Then the pain would once again cause the cock to go flaccid. It was a most difficult predicament.

To test the theory, the mystery woman began to caress the strap between my cheeks causing the plug to move. This caused a stimulation of my prostate gland and that caused my cock to rise. As the head began to poke out of the tube, the woman began to caress it with two fingers. That caused further erection and then pain and the retreat of the cock back into the tube. She, and of course Goddess, was supremely devious and even cruel to some degree. And finally, she tied the chastity device to the horse so that the option of movement during the spanking that I could see coming was not possible.

Once she was satisfied that it worked, she went once again to the wall of implements and selected a long flogger. After returning, she began to stroke my upturned ass. At first gentle, it actually felt good. But once again, that stimulation caused the cock to swell and eventually the pain to begin again. After a short warm up period, she began to flog my ass and upper legs with energy. I began to burn and hurt. And to my surprise my cock again attempted to swell, with the same result. Over and over again during the flogging my cock would swell from the stimulation of the flogger on my upturned and plugged ass. After about six or so cycles of this treatment, she stopped.

Once more she returned to the wall. Re-hanging the flogger, she chose another implement, a paddle made of wood and leather with the word “bitch” stamped on it in raised letters made of round-headed furniture tacks. At first she used the opposite side to warm my ass. After several moderate strokes that warmed my ass good, she began to paddle it in earnest. Then, after about ten of the heavy strokes I watched terrified as I saw her flip the paddle in mid-air and bring the tack side down with full force centered squarely on my ass cheeks. I could tell without looking that the word “BITCH” was imprinted probably for days. At that point I had no choice, I screamed “AH-H-H!”

At that admission of pain, I heard her chuckle a little. And she unstrapped my hands and waist from the bench, unstrapped my ankles, and motioned for me to crawl once again following her. As we were crossing the dungeon and getting ready to exit, Goddess walked in. I immediately put my forehead and nose into the floor and the mystery woman knelt before her as well, although she knelt up and arched as if for inspection. I saw from the corner of my eye that she used the same convention for that position as I had been taught. That is the first kneeling position I learned.

The position is to kneel with legs bent at a 60-degree angle, knees and ankles 12-18” apart and parallel to one another. Hands are crossed in the small of the back at the wrists. The back is arched so as to present (in her case) the pussy for inspection, teasing or torment. The head is inclined forward with eyes on the floor within two feet of the knees. No movement is allowed in this position no matter what the Goddess does.

I on the other hand used the abject slave position because I was in the dungeon and had just been punished. My knees were also 12-18” apart as were my ankles. However, my back was straight with my head and nose to the floor, arms outstretched as in supplication for mercy. This position places the ass in raised position so that if mercy is not granted, swift punishment may be given.

“Hmm! Carmen, you seem to have done well. I see the letter writing you have done on his ass. I see the cock cage and butt plug in place. Well done.” Goddess averred.

I could not see the woman’s face but I assumed she would be smiling in happiness at the Goddess’ praise. Then Goddess said, “Well, let’s see if the punishment had an effect on you.” And with that, again from the corner of my eye I could see Goddess’ hand descend to the woman’s pussy and stroke it gently. “M-m-m, I see you enjoyed your little tirade with him. A bit of wetness will give you away.”

So, she had been turned on by the punishment she gave me? Interesting.

“And now for you,” Goddess said to me. “I suppose you are wondering after such a marvelous time we had in bed why you were punished so. Right?” There was only one possible answer. “Yes, Goddess.”

“Well, it could have been simply my whim, right?” I replied, “Yes, Goddess.”

“Well, but it was not. Do you not recall answering your phone on the third ring this morning?” Of course I did. “Yes, Goddess.”

“Well, there you have it. There is no excuse for keeping me waiting like that.”

“Yes, Goddess.”

“Well, what you have experienced is only the beginning. You will wear that cock-and-ball device until I have you well trained to answer on the first ring,” Goddess commanded.

“Yes. Goddess.”

“Carmen-girl,” Goddess said, indicating the stocks. “Carmen-girl, why don’t you lead him by the balls over to the stocks and place his feet in the wide spread position and his neck and wrists in the waist high position. I want to examine that butt plug again to see how well this morning’s workout and the plug have affected him.”

Immediately she stood and so did I. Normally I would have crawled except that this event required that I be on my feet. Carmen (I now knew her name, but I still sensed something amiss) grabbed hold of the chastity device and pulled me over to the stocks. I placed my feet in the holes that were farthest apart and the bent at the middle so that my neck and wrists lay in the slots about waist high. Carmen then placed the top board over my neck and wrists and locked it in placed. I was completely at their mercy.

I could hear Goddess’ heels on the concrete floor clicking as she walked behind me inspecting. “Carmen-girl,” she said, “I think take out the plug and the strap. Leave on the cock-and-ball chastity device.” I felt Carmen working at loosening the strap and pulling on the tight plug. And then I heard a snap of a latex glove and felt what I assumed was my Goddess hand caressing my ass and inner thighs feeling the heat that the flogging and paddling had left. Special attention was paid to the bumps left spelling the word “BITCH” across my cheeks.

“He is a real bitch, isn’t he Carmen?” Goddess asked.

“Yes, Goddess,” Carmen whispered through the mask. Again, that fleeting thought. “I know that voice, but from where?”

Then the finger from the gloved hand descended to the hole left by the phallus and later the plug. “Hmm, well he isn’t quite fully developed, but he is improving. Soon he may be useful,” Goddess exclaimed.

“Well, you have been an exceptionally patient and helpful girl this morning Carmen. I think you should have some fun with him. Why don’t you go get that other double-headed cock and harness and put it on. I’ll watch while you fuck him,” Goddess offered.

“Yes, Goddess!” Carmen whispered excitedly.

Within a few minutes Carmen was back, and although I had no way of seeing what was happening, I felt the lube being applied again, and then the cock being pressed into my Goddess’ ass. This time it went in much more easily at first. But as Carmen pushed in and out, she accelerated the rate of ingress and her fucking became painful in short order.

Within a couple of minutes, she was going at me full force and I was grunting from each impact. Within five minutes she was fully in my ass and ramming it home and I was beginning to cry. At the same time I could hear her breathing hard from the exertion and Goddess was urging her on. “Ram him Carmen! Make him pay! Take your time and have your way!”

All this while my Goddess’ cock was cycling through inflation and deflation owing to the conflicting signals from prostate massage (or abuse) and the spikes inside the chastity device. I was literally weeping within 10 minutes. And it seemed it would never end.

But then, as always, there was an end when I heard Carmen scream in orgasm. She was overcome and fell onto my back for a moment. My back registered contact with her firm soft breasts while my ass was in torment, and I assumed, torn to shreds. We were both sweating profusely and simply holding our positions until we could recover. I felt her laying on my back twitching and trembling from the last stages of multiple orgasms.

But within a span of two or three minutes, she recovered and rose to withdraw the instrument of my destruction. I was not so lucky. I was still sobbing uncontrollably.

As I began to calm down, I felt my hair being pulled upward and saw Goddess standing near my head. She announced, “Now you may be able to guess your real punishment. The alarm clock was simply a wake up call for you—no pun intended. The real issue is Carmen.” I began to understand. Some time in the past I must have known her and I must have done something bad to her. But I still could not place her.

Goddess then unlocked the top board of the stocks and released my ankles as well. “Kneel before me,” she said, “and I will explain since you apparently still have no idea why you are being punished.” I had finally recovered although my cheeks were tear stained and I was not breathing completely normally yet.

I knelt before Goddess in the abject prone position once again. “NO,” she said. “Kneel up. You need to watch as I explain.” So, I rose to the presentation position.

“Slave,” she addressed me, “so that you know, Carmen came to me about two years ago disappointed and lonely. She said that her husband was a wimp and would not be strong with her. So, she left him for ‘irreconcilable differences’. But the real issue was that she wanted a man rather than a doormat. I took her in and gave her the domination that she craved for 18 months. Then, within the last six months I began training her to be a dominatrix. I gave her the power to dominate men and make them give her what she wants. Over that same six months, I began to enslave you. I trained you to be submissive and this day was the culminating event in your training. That is, today was the culminating day in each of your training plans.”

“You see,” Goddess went on, “Carmen is not Carmen outside of this dungeon. Outside of this dungeon Carmen is Sylvia, your former wife.” At that point Carmen/Sylvia had returned to look down upon me. As Goddess said the words “former wife” Carmen took off the mask and there stood my ex-wife Sylvia.

I was literally dumbstruck. Sylvia had left me and later I had received the divorce papers. I tried to find her for about a month, but failing at that, I simply signed and sent them back to the lawyer. I had no idea where Sylvia had gone. Now I understood that she had come here and “gone underground” for two years.

“Now I will continue to lay out your future,” Goddess said. “I will “marry” Carmen and you again. You will do what I said earlier and sell everything you own and bring it here. I estimate your worth to be about $2.4 million, in spite of that ugly car you use to pretend you are poor. And you will give that money to me. You will live here with Carmen and me for the next six months to make sure your training takes and is maintained. At the end of that time I will give all of the money to Sylvia, in her name alone. You will be completely dependent upon her for your life and livelihood, because I have taken pictures of your little escapades here and I will circulate them among your co-workers and your boss so that you will never work again. Your sole function in life will be to please me in the short term, and in the long term you will please both Sylvia and me. And you had better please both of us well, or your will be down on 5th avenue turning tricks for $20 each with the other street people.”

“You see,” intoned Goddess, “when I marry a couple it is not until death do them part. It is until the Mistress in the marriage gets tired of the slave. So, you had better practice being interesting.”

I was certainly shocked and even stunned. But I was also warming to the idea of serving Carmen. She had become, through training and development, a gorgeous Mistress in her own right.

Goddess was truly a Goddess. She could transform a depressed homemaker into a ravishing, strong Mistress. And she could transform a male slug into something less than totally unworthy. I would definitely strive to please Mistress Carmen. And of course, I would always be some small part of Goddess.