~Chapter 3~
Goddess Worshipping
(This chapter changes POV in order to show another dynamic in this poly triad.)
My Goddess was truly and happily enthralled with Her newest slave. Over the past few months, I had watched and learned everything She wanted me to know about the new woman in Her life. She shared the pictures and videos that the new slave sent her every morning while we luxuriated in bed. The titillating photos and videos inspired Her passions and to my great delight, I was often the recipient of Her sensual and sometimes sadistic attentions. Seeing the new slave as she was used and modified to my Goddess’ specifications was truly erotic. I had always worshipped the female form in its varying degrees of diverse splendor, but watching my Goddess take this lithe and supple young minx to an extreme version of a whore was beguiling to say the least.
This morning She had been particularly horny after watching Her newest acquisition spread and display her gaping cunt for our Goddess’ approval. That level of lust usually manifested in several ways; one was my complete and unquestioning servitude, two was Her need to use me to a degree where I was the one quivering and panting and three showed itself in her desire to modify other slave’s bodies to her vision of perfection. Today, She needed to be worshipped. Throwing back the covers, she spread Her legs wide in invitation and I responded as any good slave should; I climbed between Her outstretched thighs and set to work as She expected. Latching onto Her oversized clit, I sucked, nibbled, and lapped until She had one mini orgasm. This was only the first step to satisfying Her though and I continued my ministrations dutifully. Ranging up and down her lips, I continued until Her clit stood up hard and tall and She was drenched in cum and my saliva. I persisted for the time it took for me to give Her at least 2 more mini orgasms and finally when I was sucking hard on her clit as I would giving one of Her Bulls a blow job, She grabbed my hair and pulled me in tight, shuddering against my face.
She pulled me up into a deep and sensual kiss, licking Her own cum from my lips, nose, and cheeks. There had been times when She’d made me wear her scent for hours or even days, but when I needed to go into the office, She was practical, if not resigned to not having me smell like Her cunt in the presence of others. I had no illusions that if she was feeling particularly sadistic, She might indeed insist that I do so and I might be mortified if someone had noticed it, but also proud that She allowed me the privilege of wearing her scent.
“I suppose I need to let you get ready for work,” She said a bit pouty that I needed to leave in a short amount of time. “You can shower now, but you’ll need another one when you get home tonight.”
“Yes, my Precious Goddess,” I said and kissed her again as I climbed from our sexy love nest.
As I showered, I considered what might befall me tonight. I would have been happy with any part my Goddess wished me to play in the development of Her little whore of course, but I did not have the green light to touch, play or top her… yet. Sexually, my satisfaction came from fulfilling each desire my Goddess had, whether it be as a voyeur or a participant. Humiliating me by dressing me in front of this beautiful young woman who was completely in Her thrall was almost enough satisfaction to keep me going, but the idea of putting my mouth on those beautifully pumped and stretched nether regions was something I had only dreamed of in my younger days.
Goddess changed my life in so many ways over the decade we’d been together, not the least of which was helping me to believe in love and commitment again. The other area of my life she affected so dynamically was my sexuality. While I had identified as heterosexual for most of my adult life, She believed that sexuality evolved as you matured. What you wanted and craved as a teen or a young adult was strongly influenced by your societal circle. Being first bisexual and then Pansexual in her 40’s meant heterosexuality wasn’t an option any longer. Her affinity for male/male play had been carefully nurtured in me for years, the same way she was now nurturing this sweet, pristine woman into a grade A bimbo. It was amazing how becoming her slave helped one to expand their notions of what was not only acceptable, but appealing.
Usually my Goddess did not discuss her plans for the young slave with me prior to our play scenes. I followed Her lead and did as she bid me, even if that meant just watching in a well-placed mirror as She teased, sucked, licked, bit, suckled and pumped Her new slave’s engorged pussy. My Goddess knew that watching Her take the slave through her paces made me extremely horny and since I was usually in chastity during our play sessions in the dungeon, it was excruciatingly arousing. Today, however, She told me that she was going to reward me for my recent vanilla (a raise at work) and kink (taking her fist on the first try) accomplishments. She loved to surprise me, even though She knew that I relished and anticipated scenes when She gave me the details beforehand. Knowing that a reward was in store though added enough lusty eagerness to the prospect of my day, not to mention the Viagra that She had instructed me to take in intervals throughout my day at the office.
There were plenty of times during our ten plus years together that I’d had exceedingly long, very frustrating days trying to work while my libido was on fire. I had a few of Her infamous “surprises” under my belt now and knew that whether it was a massive surprise or a tiny one, I would be well and truly worn out after its completion. A few years ago, she rented a warehouse for the weekend and let a visiting Mistress put me through my own paces. That was one for the record books to be sure, or there was the time that she’d given my collar to one of her Bulls and invited him to meet me in our bedroom to use me at His discretion. That experience was yet another memory that was imprinted on my psyche for eternity. This would be no different, I was sure. Because of my trust in Her and my confidence in Her ability to send me into the stratosphere, my lust and anticipation grew along with the root of my pinned-in manhood hidden by the tiny panties She had chosen for me this morning.
My day stretched out into infinitesimal boredom. A happy balance of kink and vanilla life was something it took Her years to convince me could be accomplished without too much stress. I still worried, of course; what if a colleague saw me in a club or someone discovered our stash of toys, sissy outfits or dozens of other scenarios that never came to pass, but my fear was deeply rooted in my upbringing, which focused so fiercely on the man providing stability for his family. However, She had given me so much to be thankful for and loved me immeasurably, thereby restoring my faith in humanity, that I couldn’t refuse Her the one thing that gave Her more pleasure than anything She’d ever experienced; me.
My colleagues knew I wasn’t one to hang around much after the clock struck five and while they knew I was happily and blissfully married, they had no idea that my reason for not engaging in idle chit chat after hours was a set of carefully selected lingerie, a bevy of sex toys and the best outfitted dungeon in the tri-state area. When the final ticks of the clock passed, I had already packed my briefcase and was at the door to the parking lot. Nothing could keep me from my reward, no matter what so-called emergency arose there tonight. Driving relaxed me luckily, even though my cock was as hard as it could possibly be in the steel cage surrounding it. My Goddess loved to torment me and at this moment, that’s exactly what was happening.
When I finally arrived home, I was greeted by the sumptuous smells of a dinner She had cooked just for me. We were an eclectic mix in our household, vegans, vegetarians, and regular old meat-eaters. I knew when I came through the door into the kitchen from the laundry room that this was part of my reward. Her famous chicken and dumplings, something She’d cooked for me the very first time we’d spent any real time together, was on tonight’s menu. My mouth salivated and my stomach rumbled.
“Strip down my devoted one, even leave your panties in the laundry room, since I expect you dribbled in them all day.” Came a disembodied voice from the great room past the kitchen.
“Yes, my Precious Goddess, anything you desire.” Was my practiced and always heartfelt response.
I did as I was told, there was no question of it. As my clothes came off and I left them folded neatly on top of the dryer and my shoes next to the door, her comment about my chastity tears came to fruition. She had milked me dry this morning, but all the Viagra; a quarter each at breakfast and lunch, plus a half I would have to take after dinner, plus the anticipation about what She had in store for me downstairs had my prostate working double time. The drip hit the tile floor, followed by another one and I knew I must clean them immediately. Kneeling on the cool tile, I licked the few drops of my precum up and as I stood, She appeared before me.
“As I suspected, hmmmmmm? Leaking like a hormone filled teen, aren’t you?” She laughed in her deep, throaty voice that sent zings all around my nervous system.
“Yes, Goddess.” I replied humiliated, which She knew would only serve to intensify the straining problem between my legs.
“Well, you’ll have to get a handle on that my love. Otherwise you’ll be licking the floor while I’m licking my wanton little sex doll downstairs.” Another laugh and a sideways look and put my right index finger over the pee-hole of my chastity device. If I dripped again, I could easily lick it up without having to clean the floor with my tongue.
“Enjoy your special treat my dear. I’d love to stay and watch you eat, but as you know, I have a date to get ready for. When you’re done, come back to the bedroom and you can see what I picked out for you.” She kissed my forehead and walked away casually; one of the thousands of ways she conveyed her love.
Even after eleven years, the simple act of Her selecting an outfit for me to wear, lacy, soft, silky or anything overtly feminine made me twitch and moan. Of course, that’s why She said the things She did, to entice, tease and tantalize me before anything sexual ever took place. I enjoyed my meal, but with my pulse throbbing just inside the metal of my cock cage, I was distracted to be sure. Luckily for me, my Goddess was not one to waste anything She took the time to craft, especially in the kitchen. I knew there would be leftovers that would taste even better in the days to come. After I finished my dinner, I took my plate and utensils to the sink, washed them, and left them to dry on the wooden rack designated for them.
With my finger again pressed tightly against the opening at the tip of the cage, I appeared in the doorway to our bedroom. I knew better than to expect or second guess anything my Goddess prepared or arranged for me. While we had done this thousands of times over the years, Her capacity to surprise me still remained keen. She was continually trying to keep me on my toes, and I appreciated and loved Her to the moon and back for Her efforts. Tonight, on the bed there was a beautiful rose-colored see-through lace nightie, garter belt and a matching bra/panty set, next to a pair of white fishnet, thigh-high stockings, as well as one of my dozens of pair of high heels. Also, lying on the velvet bag that held them when not being used, was a set of vibrating ben-wa balls. I knew I was in deep trouble from that moment on.
“You had better get showered and douche, Giselle,” she said with a magical lilt to her voice. “You only have 25 minutes before the show you’ve been anticipating all day will begin.”
Losing my privacy to Her was one of the many things that subjugated me in the early days of our relationship. Now, I was still humiliated, but the bottom no longer dropped out of my stomach when this was necessary. I reached for the enema kit in the cabinet next to the sink. There was always at least a dozen or so in there because keeping myself douched and clean for Her was one of the requirements of play as Her slave. Lowering my naked form to the commode and pushing the nozzle up my “pussy” was all part of her regimen of foreplay. She watched me carefully and while this wouldn’t be a punishment enema like ones I had to endure when I displeased her heartily, having to keep it inside of me for sometimes up to an hour without losing a drop, the sensations in my body and brain reacted just the same.
I didn’t have time to be mesmerized by Her instructions as I normally did. My heart was hammering, my head was swimming and my pulse beat a steady tattoo behind my groin. As I brushed my hand past my balls in the perfunctory ritual of cleaning myself out for Her inspection, I came perilously close to giving myself an orgasm. I stopped short and took a deep breath. She knew immediately what had happened and Her wry smile as I made the daring move to look up at Her made it all compound exponentially.
She laughed then. “Think of roadkill or nuclear weapons or liverwurst. We both know if you give yourself an orgasm now, there won’t be any given by Me tonight. And lord knows whether I’ll even let you down off the cross.”
Truthfully, the idea of her being displeased enough to leave me in the voyeuristic position that I maintained most of the time while She amused Herself with the others in her circle was enough to make my body react in the manner in which it was trained. I finished up my task hastily, but thoroughly and climbed to my knees in front of Her after disposing of the necessities.
“Get up on your hands and knees on the bench,” She instructed, and I did exactly that.
After pushing the vibrating balls into my freshly cleaned pussy, she showed me the remote. Testing it, She used each setting, low, medium and high to make sure they each performed their required action. My clinching pussy and throbbing clitty, responded in kind. It was a good thing She had put down a layer of towels on the bed, or I would have been licking more of my chastity tears from the exquisitely embroidered comforter that completed the intricate ensemble on our bed, and taken another chance that She would not include me in the upcoming play.
“Let’s get you dressed then, my love.” Her attitude toward the way I craved to be dressed in fine, fancy and feminine attire was the thing that saved us more than a few times. Never in my lifetime had I come across a woman with such an open and adventurous mind. Crossdressing had not even been on her radar when we first met and it took me over a year to bring it up in conversation. The way in which She embraced it and me just as I was, threw me for a loop. After two divorces, I was not the person looking to get into a relationship, no less a marriage, but Her steady and enduring loyalty changed everything between us.
Every time Her fingers touched my super-sensitive skin, I shuddered and moaned. Stockings were imperceivably erotic, each point of the garter belt sent electricity through my thighs and straight to my locked clitty and the panties and bra set were both exquisite tortures. As she skimmed the pink nightie over my torso, something between a tickle and shock went through me and I smiled.
“Feel good my hungry little whore?” She asked as She often did when dressing, stroking, or fucking me.
“Yes, my Precious Goddess, I love being dressed for you and I can’t wait to see what Your devious mind has in store for your slavegirl (meaning me) tonight.” I was demure and humbled after my outburst, keeping my eyes lowered.
“Oh, I’m quite sure you are very eager for what awaits you this evening” She said with another wide smile, “Just do the basics for your make-up. I’ll be waiting for you in the other room.”
After She left, I hurried to the make-up mirror at her dressing table and did what I had been trained to do, blush, eyeshadow, lipstick and a bit of mascara; all of which it had taken me years of application and repetition to master, slipped on my heels and walked to the great room where she waited.
She examined me for imperfections, and finding none or very few, gave Her assent to proceed. Opening the door to the basement play space I’d spent years constructing and filling with the best equipment we could find, I had to catch my breath. The absolute adoration I felt for this woman was truly overwhelming to me at times. I loved her with every fiber of my being, beyond what I truly felt myself capable of at one time in my life. It reminded me just how lucky we were to have found each other and while we had struggled for years to come together in a happy union of past, present, and future, we absolutely were soul mates.
“Are you coming love,” She turned to see me standing in the doorway frozen.
“Yes, my Precious Goddess…and if I forget to tell you later, I love you so very much.”
***
Our arrival in the dungeon play space was well-timed. I could hear the newest member of our kink family getting ready in the entry space where she had been instructed from the first days to leave her clothing and pride before coming inside to face the journey she had embarked upon. My nerves were set on “sizzle” as I awaited what Goddess had planned for both of us. With a fresh, young energized whore in the making sitting across the space, I stopped trying to anticipate what would happen and waited patiently for my instructions.
I adored being bound. Truthfully, it was almost as exhilarating to me as being dressed or fucked, but if She had bound me tonight, She would have to break away from Her rhythm in the scene to come and unlock me, so I knew I need to wait until I was needed. I only hoped She would place me somewhere that I could see what was happening, thereby building the sexual energy in me as my Goddess worked. I didn’t have to wait long for my instructions.
“I’ve moved the gyno table and the mirror so you can see, Giselle. I know how much you enjoy watching Me eat out My beautiful new slave’s cunt. Sit here and I’ll call you when I’m ready to use you as well.” She kissed me fully on the mouth, swiping Her hot tongue inside my lips. My instinct was to pull her close and engage her in the kiss, but I knew She was eager to get deep into the scene with sweet thing kneeling not so far from us. Besides, She kissed me this way every time she used me, so while it was one of the things that ramped me up, there would be other opportunities afforded me in the hours to come, I was sure.
As She walked away, I admired the determination in Her stride. She knew what She wanted and She had done everything necessary to obtain it. Her instincts had told Her that this particular woman was ripe for just the sort of kink my Goddess could dish out and as usual, She had been right on point. The way in which Her new slave embraced the journey to whorishness was spectacular to say the least. The pictures and videos she sent each morning had not only made our Goddess horny, they’d made me damned hot as well.
I watched as I had been bid to do. The scene was not much different that any of the dozens we had done over the past few months that this little minx had been in play, but there was something in my Goddess’ eyes today that told me She was about to ramp up the level of sadistic pleasure She received from Her new slave tonight. As she manipulated the sexual paraphernalia of the whore in training, my clitty began to leak again; drip, drip, drip, and as if by alarming physic transference, the balls deep inside me began to buzz.
I shifted anxiously as the buzzing continued. Every time I moved, the balls touched a new and deeper place of my anal walls. In one such shift, they came to rest directly against my prostate, and I thought I was going to die. I wanted so badly to cum, but if I did, it would be the end to my evening and that was something I did not want at all. Lifting myself from the seat with my hands planted firmly on the arms of the chair, took the direct pressure off my internal love button. Luckily, this averted the crisis and allowed my mind to focus on the beauty of female sexual lust on display in front of me.
Goddess was now sucking, licking, and biting the slave’s lips and clit. I knew how much She adored uncut men who enjoyed foreskin play and pussy lips that were long and pliable. Watching as She used her fingers, lips, tongue, and teeth to manipulate this woman’s cunt was a perfect example of that craving. The slave was bucking under Her ministrations, much as my Goddess had under mine this very morning. I longed to put my tongue deep into the cavernous gash, just as Goddess was doing. I ached to taste the cum brought out of the depths of the slave’s pulsing pussy on Her own tongue. My body and mind traveled the road of want, need, submission, humiliation, and pure lust repeatedly while the minutes ticked by and I waited for my chance to be of service.
When my Goddess moved from the girl’s spread open and now sodden cunt to her nipples to apply the pumping cylinders, the buzzing inside me stopped. Watching now as her cherry red nips were pulled so deeply into the molded plastic cylinders was just about the most erotic thing ever. Goddess pumped and released them several times, simulating a milking motion that we both found mesmerizing. As much as I knew about Her deeply felt desire to turn a female slave into a milking hucow, I recognized this motion as the early steps of that path. Subtle hints would be forthcoming, I was sure and soon She would be hooking the girl up to a goat milker that we had purchased and stored in a cabinet while we found the right slave to hook up to it. How much longer before one of the Bulls was given permission to inseminate the slave, I wondered.
When Goddess was done putting the multiple vacuum pumps in place on the slave’s pussy, She did something unexpected. She pulled her pants and underwear off and went around to the head of the table and exposed Her freshly shaved and naked cunt to the girl. She began to run Her fingers up and down Her sizable labia, pulling and pinching to bring the blood up into the tissue. The slave was wriggling as she watched the display. If she were anything like me, she would be increasingly horny watching our Goddess masturbate in front of her. I know my libido was on fire, along with the root of my manhood which pulsed in my groin and the lips of my own male pussy which had been trained for so many years to expect heavy use in my current state.
Goddess was now fisting Her own cunt. Wet, squelching, sloppy sounds accompanied Her hand as it went in and out of Her overworked gash. She locked eyes with me and beckoned me forward. No words were needed. She had trained me too well over the past decade for that. I moved from the chair and approached Her. Her eyes showed me what She needed as she indicated that I should take my place between Her spread legs. I knew from years of experience that She needed a bigger fist inside of Her, so when She withdrew Her own hand from the saturated lips of Her gaping hole, I replaced it with my own.
If there was one thing of which I was entirely sure, I knew I could make my Goddess cum and cum hard. My fist went to work, steady as a piston, ramming in and out of Her depths with the strength I knew it took to satisfy Her. I could feel her body responding to my practiced technique and when I was certain She was close to Her orgasm, I heard her gasp the word that would push Her over the edge; “SUCK!”
The motion of my lips encountering the taste of her cunt sent euphoria throughout my body and brain. Satisfying her was everything for me. I prided myself on the great joy I gave Her when she allowed me this humbling task. Within a very few moments after applying the suction necessary to her mini erection, She began to orgasm. Fluid gushed from within her into my mouth and filled my senses with pure and unadulterated joy. Before I could swallow it all, She tapped my shoulder and pointed to the slave’s mouth. I rounded the head of the table and lowered my mouth to hers.
Kissing someone new was erotic, exciting, sensual, frantic, and tense all at once. I’d normally be nervous about this level of intimacy with someone I barely knew, but two things disavowed me of that notion tonight. One, I was so caught up in the moment that I didn’t have time to think and two, pleasing my Goddess and following her directions was everything to me. So, with that in mind, I gave this virtual stranger the same level of passion that I would if she was my beloved Goddess. She responded in kind, sucking every bit of cum from my mouth via my lips and tongue that she could.
Goddess watched us; I could feel it. For her to share me this way truly was a gift. She allowed me to play with others, but She was indeed VERY protective of me for various reasons. My physical health and safety were one of the biggest concerns, mostly because I was terrified of getting and STD from someone who was a player and didn’t take the same precautions we did. The kiss ended and as I stared down at the other slave in our lives, I felt the same thing that I imagined she did when she was first bound and used by the woman who had become our whole world; fortunate.
Next to the gyno table was a spanking bench that I’d made as one of my first attempts to show her tribute after we moved in together. Spanking was something that I craved in my soul. It was probably one of the first things that ignited my journey into kink, besides light bondage. She motioned me over to it and I bent over it waiting for the cuffs securing me and making me immobile. After they were all in place, She turned the remote to the next level up on the little steel balls inside of me. I rode each wave of sensation, erotic foreplay that made my clitty stand up in its cage to insanity when it the balls bounced off each other and grazed my prostate. She walked away then, me in torment and my compatriot in anticipation with the pumps still attached to her tits and bits.
It was quiet in our basement, except for little moans from me occasionally. I knew I was dripping again, and I hoped fervently that I wouldn’t accidently orgasm. Luckily after what I estimated was probably 30 minutes, Goddess reappeared. The buzzing in my ass stopped and she made her way to release the suction on Her whore’s dangling lips, clit, pee hole and nipples. Next, she made Her way to my restraints and helped me to stretch a bit. Leading me by my cage, She made me squat in front of the slave girl’s massively pumped pussy. The lips were so swollen they made her snatch truly look like a juicy peach and her clit stuck up proudly and beet red at the apex of those swollen petals.
“I know you’ve been anticipating this all day, so why don’t you show our new whore how talented you are. Don’t stop until I tell you to, now matter what happens. Lick!”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. I rested my hands on the edge of the table and leaned in to savor the heady scent of a whore in heat. My tongue reached out for her and made contact with the bulging lips. They almost felt as though they were made of plastic and full of liquid. I licked up the length of them once and back down again, settling level with her hole. I insinuated my tongue into her, tasting her unique flavor and letting it settle on my psyche. Working my way up from there after a few minutes of fucking in and out of her sweet, ripe vaginal opening with what Goddess referred to as my magical appendage, slightly in jest, more in humiliation because I could no longer satisfy her with my average sized cock. I settled on her bulging clitoris finding the flare of the head, and explored it with slow and deliberate swipes, repeating the circuit too many times to count.
As I was really getting into the rhythm of her body against mine, Goddess hit the remote again and my insides lit up like a pinball machine, the balls zinging back and forth from side to side deep inside me. I clamped down on the clit in my mouth and she in turn orgasmed, squirting a good amount of girl cum and pee onto my chin and chest. I hadn’t been instructed to stop, so I made my way back down to lap up the remnants of her dribbling orgasm.
Goddess bid me to sit back as she climbed a top the table and ground her own dripping cunt on top of Her slave’s drenched one. They were two beautiful roses in full bloom; deep pink and wet with dew.
“Do you know what to do, Giselle?” Goddess asked.
“Yes, my Precious Goddess, as per your desires.” I replied in deep respect. Leaning in, I licked into Her opening with my tongue, just the way I knew She wanted; making it as flat and wide as I could to give her very loose hole as much contact as possible. Breaking taboos like stretching of this extreme nature rang all her bells and whistles, so who was I was to question it. I wanted Her to have as much pleasure as was humanly possible.
When I knew she was sufficiently wet I slid my closed fist into Her gaping and slick cunt, moving it back and forth in a piston-like motion. Relishing not only the feeling of her hot, wet walls against my hand, but the look of it as well. Once I was seated as far up inside Her as I knew I could go, I slipped my left hand into the swollen, pumped pussy of Her new slave next. Four of my fingers slid in easily, so I sawed in and out of her too, just as I was into Goddess’ hot box. My hand was understandably bigger than that of our Goddess, so I took my time not wanting to hurt her, as it wasn’t my place.
It didn’t take long before I was pushing in and out of them in unison. The lithe little slave was tighter around my invading fist, but as Goddess rubbed her massive clit against the growing one of Her slave, her passions rose and the stretching of her sweet pussy became significantly less resistant. Their breathing grew syncopated and moans filled the expansive space. This truly was a special and unique moment, as much a reward as I could possibly ask for. Two beautiful women, enjoying each other’s bodies intensely, their raw sexuality on display as most men are never lucky enough to witness. My Goddess had truly given me a gratifying lesson in the freedoms of Her sexuality and I treasured it and Her beyond words.
As they ground together and my fists pumped them, I could feel spasms developing deep within both. I recognized the feel of Goddess’ approaching orgasm easily, as I’d had the privilege so often in the past decade, but the clenching of the woman who was new to me only suggested that she was climbing the hill as well. I knew that I needed to alert Goddess of this development.
“Goddess your slave is approaching her orgasm too.” I said in obligatory notification.
Her reaction was to stop grinding and instruct me to pull out slowly. I did as She bid me, as I always did; no questions asked. I stepped back and let her climb down.
“Enjoying yourself, my love?” She asked with enough mirth in Her voice that it was apparent the question was rhetorical.
“Yes, my Precious Goddess, VERY much.”
“Good,” She replied. “It’s your turn. Take your nightie off and then unclip the little slave out of her restraints but leave her cuffs on. Get up on the table on your back and wait.”
My mind swirled with the possibilities as I set to work with the assigned tasks. Goddess sat on a chaise that faced the table and beckoned Her pretty, little slave to her lap. I climbed up on the table, sat and watched for a moment or two as the two of them cuddled together, though there was still blatant sexuality still crackling like electrical current between them. Not wanting to risk any retribution, I lay back on the warm leather and waited patiently. Being Her cuckold, I was extraordinarily practiced in waiting for what was next. Usually I waited to slurp a black Bull’s cum from Her freshly fucked cunt, ass, or both depending on how well she trusted the man.
I could hear accelerated breathing and it made my clitty dance in anticipation. The cage that kept it from expanding did little to keep the root from pushing up and out into the cool air. Goddess was not only controlling the orgasm of Her newest conquest, She controlled mine each and every day. The Viagra I had taken throughout the day was making the blood vessels in my locked-up cock struggle to break through the constriction, but no amount of titillation could make me cum without express permission from the woman who owned my heart, body and soul.
I didn’t know what they were doing, but I imagined a scenario where the beautiful, young woman was sitting astride my Goddess with her dripping pussy pressed up against the erect clitoris of the woman who controlled us both. I closed my eyes and watched a fantasy play out; that huge clit going in and out of the blushed lips and opening of the other. I knew from our history that this wouldn’t last for long, because my Goddess was not done with this scene and only when each piece was orchestrated by Her perfectly would anyone be allowed to climax.
Soon I heard soft footsteps and opened my eyes to see the chocolate pools of love and lust gazing down at me. Standing on the stool that she used when perched at the end of the table fucking whoever She chose, she leaned down and kissed me deeply. Her tongue in my mouth had always been the way She amped me up; it fueled my passions almost as much as Her sucking my clitty. The kiss was sensual and passionate, as only one who genuinely cares for another can give.
She pushed up from me and whispered, “Enjoy the rest of your gift, sissy girl.”
Within moments, She reached for my wrists and ensnared them in the matching lambskin lined leather cuffs to Her other slave. Next, She moved to my ankles and did the same. My skin was extremely sensitive and for years my Goddess had done things to me to elevate my sensations and experiences. I could feel pressure on the table and now there was another body on top mine, the softest skin of her breasts and substantial nipples skirting up my thighs and across my tummy. Shivering in response, I tried to concentrate on the fact that in order for this to last, I had to control my body in a way that wasn’t so primal.
I closed my eyes and tried to picture all the work I had to do on my desk, sorting through each task and what needed to happen with each step to get to the result I needed. While I was trying to keep from erupting like Mt. Vesuvius, Goddess was busy clipping a D ring between my cuffs and her female slave. The sensations were ethereal to say the least. I’d never been one to liken earthly pleasures to deities or their plane of existence, but the way this woman’s hard, jutting nipples felt on the other side of the thin material of the bralet I was wearing was indeed the closest thing to heaven I could imagine. And then the buzzing started in my ass again, making me undulate my body involuntarily.
Fiddling at my groin got my attention too. Goddess was unlocking my chastity cage and I was thrilled to feel it after so long. The next thing I felt was the hugely pumped lips of Her concubine’s pussy rubbing against the tip of my clitty, making me whimper and moan, but that was not the most erotic thing I could possibly feel, I was to discover. The softest, yet strongest hands that had ever held my manhood encircled my shaft and began to stroke. I think my eyes rolled back in my head, but I was so overcome with emotions and sensations, that truthfully, I couldn’t say one way or another.
Goddess then slid her fingers inside of me to retrieve the vibrating balls. One at a time, they slid out with her fingertips pulling them. She inserted two, and three fingers into my hungry sissy pussy and stroked my prostate in a way that always made me climb the walls. It would take time and effort, but I was sure I was about to be fisted for the second time ever.
“You’ll both need to do your share of the work here once I get you positioned.” Goddess announced.
“Yes, my Precious Goddess,” I exclaimed.
Hands, fingers and the searing heat of the inside of a pussy was the next thing I felt.
“Don’t you dare pump, Giselle,” She scolded. “Let me do the work.”
She had pushed my clitty up inside her slave’s loose and wet cunt and it was all I could do not to ejaculate. The next thing I knew Her fingers were sliding up the shaft of my clitty in what I was sure was an attempt to fist the slave and pump my clitty at the same time. It took Her a while to get the right rhythm. Several attempts in and out while the squelching of hot, wet sex permeated my senses. Finally, Goddess got the right position and rhythm and Her hand slid across the head of my clitty while Her other hand pushed by increments in and out of my own pussy.
One of Her knuckles skimmed my prostate just as Her fingertips crested the head of my already twitching clit. That was it, I exploded in a torrent of cum so strong that it felt like there was a jet stream leaving my body. After what could have been an hour, a minute or an eternity, I opened my eyes and saw the angelic face of a well-used whore hovering above mine. Goddess slid her hand out of my ass and Her slave girl’s pussy and went to deglove and wash. I knew that silk blouse she was wearing was going to take an extra dose of diligence on my part to get clean, but man was it worth it.
I opened my mouth to ask if she was okay, but before I could say anything, her lips and tongue were everywhere, invading, kissing, sucking and generally accosting me. Her hips began to move back and forth with me still inside her and the nub of her clit rubbed against my pubic mound. I knew that I shouldn’t encourage her, but I wasn’t going to do anything to discourage her either. She rode me gently, encouraging me to get hard inside her soft, wet folds again. And to my complete surprise, I did. She bucked on me until she screamed through an orgasm that gripped me, despite the recent abuse Goddess had inflicted on her. The spasms made me cum again too and at the moment I wondered if she was taking birth control, making my orgasm even stronger.
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The next morning as I awoke facing the smiling face of the compact little ball of energy, I called my wife, life, Goddess and partner, I took stock. I was sore from the tip of my nose to the flat of my feet. The muscles in my forearm’s ached, my lips were chapped beyond anything I’d experienced on the windiest day and my “pussy” was as sore and stretched as it ever was after a long, intense play session. My knees and arches ached from languishing in heels perched in front of the new slaves open and distended cunt with my tongue tracing every fold repeatedly.
“Well,” my Goddess queried as she perused my face for a hint as to my current condition, “was it worth the wait?”
“Oh my Goddess, YEEEESSSSS!” I exclaimed in emphatic joy.
She kissed me tenderly then, knowing that my lips would be smarting from all the activity the night before.
Behind me on the far side of our massive California King size bed came the soft snores of a thoroughly exhausted slave whore, who when she woke would probably be hungry for another 10 rounds of sexual debasement and abject humiliation at the hands of a woman we both treasured.
Later that day, Goddess decided that our new slave needed a name that suited her position, not only in our little family, but in the kink community at large. Thus, Bambi the bimbo whore was born. Goddess produced a chain link necklace with a heart lock at the center, put it on the slave’s neck, locked it in place and added the key to bracelet She wore that held the key to my chastity device and play collar. I doubted that “Bambi” would ever take it off.