"Well, slave, did you do as I requested?" The Goddess lay on her bed; a short, sexy top barely covered her voluptuous breasts. She was naked from the waist down. As she spoke to her slave he tried desperately to reach the place of his worship, the pussy that owned him. She kept him inches away, restricting his upward movement by the firm pressure of her leg on his shoulder. His pathetic groans at being denied his true goal in life resounded throughout the bedroom. "Slave? The Goddess asked you a question."
Knowing how helpless he was when finally granted this position, she had to chuckle. To expect him to be able to function, think, or even speak while so near her beloved pussy was absurd. All of his senses were completely filled with one burning, all encompassing passion. He had to get to the shrine. There was nothing more important than worshipping her golden, nasty pussy. His feeble mind could think of nothing else.
"Yes, yes. I did as you requested," he stammered between moans, causing her to chuckle again. The anguish on his face was obvious. He was almost at the point of tears. Her training over the years had paid off royally. He would do anything, everything to feast at the shrine. His latest instructions had proved that point.
"Tell me about it, slave," she commanded as she carefully applied nail polish to her fingernails. He tried again to edge up closer to the precious junction between her thighs only to be frustrated by the pressure she kept on his shoulder with her leg.
"Perhaps we should take denial to the next level," she offered, laughing again. "Maybe I'll find someone else to worship my golden pussy. Maybe someone who really knows how to please me. Maybe the next step of denial is to not allow you anywhere near my pussy, even with your servile mouth. Remember, you didn't rate very high on the chart of good pussy lickers either."
He recalled the list she made of where he stood with her other lovers. He was at the bottom.
"Actually the only chart you rated high on was the slave one. I have to admit you make a decent slave. Your devotion seems genuine."
As he mumbled his answer she thought back to her wicked challenge. As another step in her total control over her insignificant slave she decided to test him further. Over the years he had demonstrated his obedience to her by following many humiliating demands. She recalled making him dress as her French maid and fucking him in the ass with a dildo, turning him into a lesbian slave for her amusement. That scenario lasted over a couple of years before she tired of it.
There was the time she bid him to kiss her foot in a parking lot and once in Nordstrom's to publicly demonstrate his obedience. His embarrassment, while doing nothing for her, completely cemented his status as a slave.
It was strange the way this debasement thing worked, she mused. The more she embarrassed him, the more he loved her. The more she humiliated him, the more he wanted her.
Of course, the crowning achievement to firmly establish their relationship was turning him into her personal clean-up slut. Once, way back at the beginning, he wanted nothing more than to put his pathetic, tiny cock into her awesome pussy. Now, because of her training, he was satisfied with getting her ready and cleaning her up after an awesome fuck by one of her studs.
She had to admit that the role of Goddess was very acceptable, apparently for both of them.
The insignificant slave got what he wanted, to serve at her altar. She got what she wanted, clothes,money, devotion, the royal treatment and then after the slave got her ready, a good fuck from one of her black studs.
In fact, deep within his perverted mind the slave seemed turned on with the fact that she got what she wanted from someone else.
"He must have known, even then, how inadequate he was," she thought.
On a whim, she decided to see if she could push him further. Wanting to demonstrate her power she told him to confess his role as her slave to his latest girlfriend.
Lisa was younger than the Goddess and lived with the slave in a typical, vanilla relationship. The Goddess decided to prove her control over her little slave by demanding that he confess to Lisa every significant detail of his slavehood.
She waited while the slave revealed his confession.
"I did as you said," he said, lovingly licking the exquisite thigh of the Goddess. From his position, he could smell the sweet fragrance of her womanhood. Its intoxicating aroma was driving him crazy with desire. All meaning in life revolved around reaching her beloved pussy.
"Go on." She pushed him with her leg. His inability to concentrate was partly her fault. If she hadn't gotten him so hooked on her pussy maybe he would have been able to carry on a conversation like a normal person, but the slave was very simple-minded.
"I waited until we were both naked, like you told me, so she could see my reaction when I made my confession. She was concerned, I guess, because I was sort of embarrassed when I started."
The Goddess smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She looked particularly enchanting dressed so seductively and with a naked man between her thighs, even if the man wasn't the kind of man she preferred. "I'll bet."
"So I did like you said. I told her that I was your slave."
"Slave? Just a slave?"
"No. I said I was your pussy slave."
"Did you have this conversation at the appropriate place and under the appropriate conditions?"
"Yes, I did like you said. I waited until we were both naked and in bed before I told her."
"What did she say when you told her that you were my pussy slave?"
"She was shocked. She didn't understand what I saying, so I had to explain it. I guess she didn't understand what the term meant."
"I think the fact that she's with you proves that she's not the brightest woman on the planet."
"No," he admitted. "She's not exceptionally bright."
"That figures, I mean she's with you after all." The Goddess chuckled again. She moved one leg so he could get a better look at her pussy. He groaned. "Go on."
"Anyway, I tried to explain. I said that by being your pussy slave meant that I would do anything you wanted just to be at your pussy. She asked what I meant by anything, so I told her, like you instructed, that I would rather kiss your pussy than make love to her."
The Goddess smiled again, thinking he followed instructions well, even for a simple-minded slave. "I bet that went over well."
"It went over about how you figured it would."
"Go on. I imagine that at that moment she was not very happy with you. Besides being my little pussy slave, did you tell her the rest?"
She could feel the heat rise on his face. "Yes. She pushed me out of bed and covered herself so I couldn't see her nakedness. I had to sit on the edge of the bed, completely nude. We just sat there for a while. She seemed to think about what I said. Finally, she started asking a lot of questions."
"Good for her, maybe she isn't quite as dumb as we thought."
"At first, she had a hard time understanding my need to serve. I explained how everything I did was for your pleasure. The only thing I got out of it was serving. She asked if after I licked you if I got to fuck you."
"That's a natural question, most couples fuck. Most men fuck, but then, you're not most men. Did you tell her that I don't permit you entrance to my golden shrine with your pathetic, miniscule little thing?"
She could swear he was blushing. "I told her that I seldom was allowed to put my cock inside you."
"Good boy! No need to describe seldom as once in a blue moon, but let's get some terms down right. Let's not call that little thing you have a cock though, that sounds too manly. Let's refer to your little appendage as a cockette. What did she say to the fact that you aren't allow to enter me?"
"She was stunned."
"Some things are beyond small minds."
"She asked why."
"Of course. It was too much to think that she would understand. Did you tell her why you are not allowed the privilege I grant my studs?"
"I told her that you didn't like my cock, er...cockette, that it wasn't big enough and that I didn't last very long. I told her that you thought my little guy was pretty much a waste of time."
The chuckle that came out sounded very malicious. "Good. Very good. How did she take that?"
"Well, even though she was still angry at me, she laughed."
The Goddess chuckled loudly. "She's not as dumb as I thought. Maybe she understands your little problem better than I thought. What else did you tell her?"
A moment ticked by. His tongue snaked out and licked her smooth thigh. "She asked me how I got off if I never was allowed inside you."
"Oh boy, here it comes." She moved her leg slightly to allow him to creep upward. When the tip of his tongue could just reach the far end of her clitty, she held him stationary. A couple of tacitly approved licks kept him obedient.
"I told her that I always have an orgasm while kissing your ass."
"Let's discuss terms again. Kissing isn't exactly the right word, is it?"
"No."
"What should it be called?"
"Worship," he whispered.
"That's better. Remember that, I don't want to have to remind you again. Getting back to your little girlfriend, how did your confession about kissing my ass go over?"
"Terrible. She was disgusted."
"Poor baby. No one understands that little peculiar perversion of yours, do they?"
