This story has been written in tribute to the most divine Goddess Gee.
It was a Friday and in all outward appearances i went about my day as free man.
i went to my office, concentrated hard as i worked at my desk and popped out to the shops to grab some lunch.
But i was not a free man, as i am an owned slave, enslaved by the most beautiful Goddess Gee, whose will every whim i must serve. It has become my purpose to keep Her smiling and this requires constant intense sacrifice from me.
The torments i endure for Goddess Gee would make most normal people cringe. But i am a submissive and crave intensity of such sweet sacrifice which takes me to the heights of erotic ectasy and depths of sub-space. i long for Goddess' attention and demands she puts upon me.
In so many ways my life is controlled by Her and the rituals She makes me keep.
When at home and alone, i must mostly remain nude and sleep naked. When i wake up, before going to bed and at least once during the day i must spend time in worship of Her and consider how blessed i am to serve Her.
i must keep my pubic area clear shaven everyday.
When and what i eat (mostly basic canned food) is carefully controlled, so i do not put on weight. i must also exercise regularly.
All this is to re-enforce that i am owned by Her.
But most significantly, what once was my cock is now locked in a chastity cage, the keys to which Goddess keeps. i am rarely allowed an orgasm, if i am more often than not it is a ruined one and i always expect to eat my own cum.
Keeping me locked in chastity, means i am almost constantly in state of desperate arousal and always willing to serve Goddess, in what ever way She chooses but mainly as financial slave. When She took ownership of me, i gave Her access to my bank account, as all that was once mine, now belonged to Her. She had decided where i could make cuts in my monthly expenditure and the resulting saving was sent to Her over the month as and when She demanded it. Each month my bank account was reviewed and further savings were found, so that Goddess' take of my income gradually increased as each month past.
She mainly enjoyed demanding i send my hard earned income for trivial reasons and for drinks out with Her friends. When She was planning a night out, i always expected to be heavily financially drained, and this Friday evening Goddess was going out.
All day i was in a state of real desperate anxiety, not just because i knew i faced a hard rinsing later but because this evening i really needed Goddess to have returned the keys to my chastity cage as i had to perform a specific task for which i had to be free of the chastity cage otherwise things could be very embarrassing for me. Goddess had promised She would send back the keys, but i would only know once i had returned home from my day in the office.
Work kept me busy that day, so i finished late. i rushed home, feeling genuinely sick to the stomach but when i got home, i found the envelope on the door mat containing the keys to the chastity cage. However my nerves didn't subside, i knew i had the evening's task still ahead of me.
i quickly ate some canned food and got ready to head back out. Before i left, i checked my phone, turning down invites from my friends for drinks out. Goddess did allow me some semblance of a normal life, although this was an act of pragmatism rather than mercy. She knew full well She could truly break me but if She did i would soon be useless to Her as a financial slave. She much preferred to drain me continuously, drip by agonising drip.
As i was about to head out another message pinged. It was from Goddess, showing a picture of Her out in a cocktail bar and enjoying a drink. The attached message said, "I WON'T be thinking of you."
When i got to the car, i put both the phone and chastity cage in the glove box and headed off. On the way i stopped on the way at a petrol station, quickly i checked my bank balance, and decided to only fill up with half a tank for petrol. i hoped that would have to be enough to see me through the month.
It took me half an hour to get to my destination, my nerves slowly mounting as i drove. i arrived a village hall, other cars were parked outside. A group of people were entering the hall, i hanged back as they chattered excitedly passing the sign saying "Life Art Class" and went into a room marked "Refreshments". i, however, headed the other direction to the room marked, "Changing Room" where i stripped off my clothes and what little dignity i had left. i had not taken up life art drawing, but rather i was to be the class's life art model.
i put on the short robe left out for me and made my way to the main hall where the class was to take place. There i was met by the art tutor, a rather stern lady who wore a tight blouse, pencil line skirt and high heels. She asked me to remove my robe which i dutiful did. As she took it from me, she explained to me this week i was to recreate the pose of the defeated Gaul. i knew the statue she was referring to, it was a classical ancient Roman statue of a Celtic Gaul sprawled naked, having been captured, and staring dejectedly at the ground contemplating spending the remainder of his life in slavery. Up until now i had been given poses that allowed to me at least cover up part of my modestly, but in this pose i realised with dread i would be fully exposed.
"Of course the real statue of course is of a virile muscular young man, not a podgy mid-aged bald one but needs must," she said, with no apparent concern about my feelings.
