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1-877-311-OBEY
1-900-255-7569
Henry often surfed the Internet after his wife and kids were safely tucked away in bed, dreaming of what daddy's money would buy them tomorrow. His wife gave him everything he wanted or needed in terms of affection and sex and he knew he was a good husband and provider, but lately, he'd been having the strangest of fantasies. He'd been making love to his wife Karen and in the middle of the act, he could think of nothing but the ice goddess he worked with, Natasha.
He had admired her at work, openly in fact and been met with nothing but cold disdain. She didn't even care that his position gave him power over her very job. In fact, when he had hinted she might ought to be a little nicer to him, she had informed him that sexual harassment was the vogue these days, but that wasn't her thing. She had told him she had other ways of dealing with the glass ceiling. The wicked smile she gave him then had left him breathless. Up until that moment, all the looks she had given him had been filled with almost a loathing. Now her eyes held a mystery he couldn't ignore. She reached to her desk and wrote a number on the back of one of her business cards. She told him if he ever was intrigued by the idea of female supremacy, he might do well to call her, otherwise, there would be no mixing of business and pleasure between the two of them.
He had laughed and told her to dream on, but he had kept the card. On nights like this when even the promise of Karen's lush and beautiful body couldn't tempt him, just looking at the card, her ultra feminine handwriting would make his prick stand at attention. Was it her faint perfume that clung to the fine paper stock? After weeks of carrying it in the depths of his wallet, it still smelled of soft sandalwood, just like Natasha. Then he called it, without even thinking. One minute the card was in his hand, the next, her soft and taunting voice was there... He stammered, unable to say a word. She didn't have the same problem.
"Finally get the nerve to call me, huh, pussy boy? Well, get a pen, you'll be meeting me in an hour and you better get the address right. Understood? Oh, and from now on, call me Goddess. You haven't earned the right to call me by name yet, you fuckin' jerk off!", said the Goddess Natasha, with no hesitation whatsoever!
In
a perfect world, you know your place
The One Where Females ARE Supreme!!
He quickly jotted the address down and she told him he better not be late or everyone at work would know about his affair with Cheryl, the receptionist. He blushed hotly at this, wondering what Cheryl had told her. Did she know how small his cock was? Did she know that the slightest touch would send him to orgasm? Did Goddess know that he had a problem with control and would she exploit it to her advantage? He was sure by the mocking looks Goddess had been giving him at work that the answer was yes. She had to know. He was well and truly fucked!
The address he was given appeared to be a studio of some kind. He was let in by the doorman who apparently was waiting for him. The doorman wore some kind of leather pants, like chaps. When he turned, Henry could see the ass was cut from them, furthermore, the doorman's ass was stuffed with something, a dildo Henry supposed. This excited and frightened the vanilla Henry, a finger had never approached his puckered rosebud and now here he was facing the prospect of anal violation by a sensual, seductive domina.
His cock had never been harder!
Then he saw her and found out how untrue his previous thought had been. Standing before him was his Goddess dressed as if from one of his late night fantasies. On her feet were six inch platforms with high stilettos. He wondered how she could walk in them, but she moved as gracefully as she would have bare footed. They laced to her thighs which he could see were pure and creamy white, never knowing the sun's harsh kiss. The skirt she wore was split on one side and was of a length that barely covered her round and luscious ass. He could tell she wore leather thongs beneath it because she turned and bent over so he see them. She must have known about his panty fetish! The corset she wore took her normally slender waistline down by another two or three inches, her posture perfect and a thick leather collar graced her lovely neck with a large diamond at the center. And her breasts? Oh they were perfect in their splendor! The cleavage so deep and creamy... how would he be able to stand being so near her, knowing she could see inside his perverted little mind?
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"I know your secrets, Henry. I know what you're thinking of when you're whacking off so furiously hoping Karen doesn't wake up and make you lose your meager hard on.", Mocked the Goddess. "Now, you'll know real servitude and we'll find out if the reality exceeds the fantasy... are you ready to begin, Henry?"
"Yes, Goddess, I'll do anything you say right now..."
"Not just right now, pussy slut, but forever. I care nothing for little part time subbies who are ready to go back to their vanilla lives once they spew their sissy spray. I'm seeking committed sluts who know that their place in the world is beneath my platforms. Are you that slut, Henry? Or are you just another self centered wannabe? Make your choice now, Henry. Kneel if you wish to belong to the Goddess, walk away if you want your life as it is now.", Then Goddess turned her back on him and waited. She heard no footsteps, no nothing. When she looked back, Henry was there on his knees, chin against chest sobbing a bit.
"Worried about your old life? Don't. Nothing changes yet, I won't make you break ties for a while. Right now, slut, you are in training. You will learn to beg, worship and obey. Your desires no longer matter, only mine. The orgasms and the wank fests, well, they're a thing of the past, too, unless you are a good boy and I choose to allow it. After all, blue ball can be a BAD thing after a while! Let's test your control, Henry, take out your cock and masturbate yourself for me. DO IT NOW, SLAVE!!", said the Goddess.
it just twice before he began coming. He dropped his head even farther in shame. He knelt there like the little man he was, sobbing softly, listening to the soft tinkling laughter of his Goddess, knowing he had failed her so miserably."That's all you have for me, little slut? You really should have been a girl then, perhaps that's what we need to make you, a sissy maid? Or maybe a pretty French whore, trained to suck? Perhaps even a whipping boy, encased in chastity, only your asshole open and ready for all who want it? That's to be decided later, right now I just want to make you scream for a while, you don't mind do you...?"
Then he felt the hard kick of that platform heel right into his testicles... he heard her laughing at a distance, then everything went black....
To Be Continued....
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