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.
"Also the statue is not clean shaven," she added, looking down at my shaven groin. My cock could not help give the slightest twitch.
"Would you mind wearing this?" She said, as she produced what looked like a dog collar.
"Er...no," i replied, knowing i really had no choice, i needed this work.
"Good, the slave in the statue wears a bronze torque, which clearly we don't have but this will allow my students to improvise. Here, let me put it on for you."
She seemed to linger as she said the word "slave", and without waiting for permission she fastened the dog collar around my neck. As she did this she looked directly into my eyes, she was slightly taller than me in her high heels. More than ever i was painfully aware of my nudity and i could feel the cock between my legs stirring yet again. But the art teacher didn't seem to notice as she instructed me into the position.
She seemed to insist that my legs were spread slightly wider than necessary, so what little i had was fully on display. Once satisfied all was correct, she spent a moment looking down at me, with the ghost of a smirk on her face.
She then walked off, discarded my robe somewhere out of sight and called the art class into the room. i kept my eyes downcast as they filed into the room, trying to avoid eye contact. i knew that it was mostly a female class and i tried desperately to keep my cock from getting hard, which was difficult not having had an orgasm in the last month. Fortunately the cold room helped me stay respectively soft.
The art tutor explained the day's lesson. i blushed slightly to titters as she told them to ignore her dog's name on my collar. But once done, i was mercifully ignored as the class progressed and i had time to contemplate how it had come to this. Goddess, had became dissatisfied with the return the findom budget she had set for me was giving her. So, she decided i was to find another source of income. She had considered pimping me out as a naked cleaner but decided i didn't have the body for this, so She had decided i should become a nude model for life art classes.
i lay there in the knowledge that i was giving up my free time to humiliate myself while Goddess was out enjoying Herself with Her friends. Eventually the class came to an end, the art tutor inspected her students' work and congratulated them on their efforts. The class then filed out of room, with a great deal of chatter, discussing where they should go for drinks.
The class finished, the art tutor called me over to where she sat with her laptop. i stood there still naked in front of her as she almost reluctantly removed my collar and then asked, " Shall I make the payment to the same account as usual?"
"Yes, please."
