Battle Of The Goddesses

When I was cleaning up my room, the door burst open, and Beth stepped in and slammed the door behind her. She looked furious, sending me into immediate panic. I dropped to my knees quickly and pleaded, knowing why she was angry.

A few moments later, I felt a painful knock on the side of my head. As I looked up, I saw Nicola above me.

She whispered, "I guess you do mean what is on that ring then, Slave?"

Barely able to form words through my tears and sobbing, I said, "With all my heart."

Nicola then grabbed my hair and yanked me back onto my knees. Pulling me to face the three students and the waitress.

"You see this pathetic excuse for a man, this miserable wretch, this desperate foot-worshipping cunt?" Nicola snarled.

All eyes were on Nicola. Hanging on her every word. Time stood still.

"Well, I love him more than words could ever express. I am as much his as he is mine, and no fucker will ever come between that, ever!" Nicola said with pure venom and undoubted affection.

She then started to make for the door before pausing in front of the waitress. "If you want to beg for my attention, you may contact me. In the meantime, accept that I will haunt your every waking thought."

She then turned to the students, "And you bitches. Should you want to experience something of the pleasure she experienced today, you may text the number written on this paper. Depending on my fancy at the time, I may or may not grant you some of my attention."

Nicola then threw a piece of paper over her shoulder, motioned for me to follow with her finger, and walked out. As I ran after her, collecting the bags, the three students scrambled and fought to pick up the paper while the waitress sunk into a fit of devastation recently occupied by me.

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I was a wreck for the next hour, physically and emotionally drained by the prior thoughts of losing Nicola forever. Nicola didn't speak to me. She understood I needed time and wanted to give me the space to recover and pull myself together.

We had left the boutique shopping area and were now nearing the park. The sun was shining, and the birds were singing, which started to lift my spirits just a little, though I couldn't put my uncertainties to bed. Nicola was such an incredible force of sexual energy, beauty and dominance. I was unsure whether I could meet her expectations or provide for her in a way that would stop her from running off with someone else. The previous experience had hollowed me out despite all she said at the end.

Nicola took my hand while I still held the shopping bags and led me into the park. We sat on an open grass area together before she gently pulled me to lie on my side facing her. She brought her hand up to my face and gently brushed my cheek.

"I know you think I am a complete bitch for doing that to you, Chris," Nicola said before going on. "The nasty Nicola within me still wanted you to feel like I did on Friday in front of Beth, and I couldn't hold it back."

"I need you to know that when you were with Beth, not only did you break the heart of the woman who loves you, but you also shattered the power illusion that as a slave, you were ultimately mine and mine alone."

"With you, Chris, I have learned more about myself than with any friend, family member, or lover before. I realised there is a side of me full of darkness, which frightens me as I don't yet know how to control it."

"The important point is that the darkness is still me, and whoever loves me has to embrace that if they are to love me completely and for who I am. With you, Chris, I feel safe to set that side of me free, knowing you will endure it because you love me wholly. I don't think anyone else could love me like you do."

I listened intently, pretty overwrought with the depth of feeling and content in Nicola's words. There was so much in them that sounded like Beth, but with her, I have never felt any love. Nicola was right. I was prepared to endure for her and embrace the darkness, but only because of her deep love for me. With the others, I couldn't see a future that would be anything other than my demise. Regarding Nicola, I knew her love would always protect me from her darkness.

"I understand what you are saying, and you are right that I would endure for you probably more than any other. In fact, definitely. But I am so desperately in love with you that your darkness surrounds me like a destructive force ready to break me apart. I am unsure I can be everything you need me to be."

"Looking at how you dominated and overwhelmed those women in the bakery today, I felt I was in the presence of a real Goddess. Someone I was not worthy to be with. When you cast me aside, it magnified my insecurities and perpetuated my belief that I could never be enough for you."

"Well, you are in the presence of a true Goddess." We exchanged smiles.

Nicola continued. "I know there is more to learn and that sometimes I may be incredibly cruel to you, but I need you to know something. The love surrounding the darkness is an unbreakable force, and no matter how difficult things get for us, I will never desert and stop loving you. Your love for me is the glue that bonds these two sides and makes me whole. Without you, I would be forever broken."

"I really needed to hear that," I said, gently kissing her face.

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After the park, we started to head home, holding hands. I managed to carry the shopping in the other, though it felt heavy by the time we got back to Nicola's place.

We sat on the sofa and listened to some more Jazz. This time, it was Marc Moulin's Placebo 1973 album. Another impressive piece. Nicola really had great taste in music. She started to espouse the virtues of vinyl over downloads and CDs, which I totally went along with. There was no comparison either acoustically or aesthetically.

Nicola had her feet up on my lap, and I was rubbing her toes as we started to make a plan for the week ahead.

"I think I should just resign on Monday whether I get an offer or not, Nicola. I have really just got to get out of that place. Beth has it in for me now, and there is no telling how she will exact her revenge, but it won't be good. The only problem is that I won't leave without you. I refuse to leave you in that place alone in case they ever find out about us."

"Perhaps we should both resign then, Chris? But how will we pay for our homes until we get new jobs?" Nicola looked concerned.

"If I get one of these jobs I applied for, I can take on both places until you fall on your feet. Or, of course, you could sell up and move in with me?" I suggested.

"Is that an invitation?" Nicola said, bolting upright.

"Of course, I would love you to move in with me."

Nicola jumped onto my lap and gave me one of her huge hugs. "I would love to, Chris, but I might be a bit demanding occasionally." She then winked at me saucily.

"Oh, I think I can handle you, Nicola. You're like a little puppy to me," I teased.

"Really? Do you think I am a pushover, then? Right, get in that bedroom. I am going to fuck your brains out and teach you a lesson," Nicola shouted with a big smile on her face.

"Whatever you say. You are in charge!"

"You better fucking believe it!" Nicola shouted.

We then went into the bedroom and fucked until we couldn't move a muscle. Physically and emotionally spent, we then fell asleep in each other's arms.

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On Sunday, Nicola woke up early and headed off to Squash training while I lay in bed. As Nicola had left me a key, I managed to get some bread, milk, and a Sunday paper. When I got back, I chilled out in the living room. I suppose I am one of those take-it-easy-on-the-weekend kind of guys.

Nicola returned looking very hot, sexy and sweaty around 11. I could have just jumped straight back into bed with her there and then, but she had other ideas.

"You know I am feeling a little bitchy after my hard workout this morning, Chris. Normally I would just start kicking your arse around this room and letting you have some serious foot stink. I did dig my week-old socks out of the dirty laundry to wear again today just for that very purpose. But something has come up." Nicola had an evil smile on her face.

Given that Nicola was wearing week-old socks that had been through at least three or four squash practice sessions, I was feeling a little underwhelmed by the prospect of being dominated by those, so I was keen to know the alternative.

"What's come up, Nicola?"

Nicola passed her phone to me. It was on the message app page, and looking down, I could see several texts begging for Nicola to call them back.

"They are from those 3 students we met yesterday and that desperate waitress," Nicola cooed. "Looks like I am in big demand, Slave!"

I started to look like a beaten man again, feeling jealous and sorry for myself. Nicola then slapped me really hard. "Listen, stop feeling fucking sorry for yourself, Chris. I already told you how important you are to me. In fact, new rule, every time I catch you pulling that shit on me, I am gonna give you 5 lashes with my crop just to remind you how much I love you."

"Crop?" I said, looking worried now.

Nicola gave me an evil smirk and went into the bedroom. When she emerged, she was swooshing a black leather crop, "For special occasions and very naughty boys!"

I backed away and put my hands up. "Ok, Nicola, whatever you say, but please don't start hitting me with that thing."

"Normally, I would make you beg for mercy at this point, Slave, but I want to hear your views on what we should do with the students and the waitress instead," Nicola said in a threatening tone.

I could see this was important to her, so I decided to go with it and trust her, as she said.

"I think, as a goddess, you should invite them around here and dominate the fuck out of them and make me watch?"

"Right answer, Slave. They are going to be here at 2 pm sharp. The students Anita, Joanne, and Sarah will join us directly from their Lacrosse tournament, and Henrietta will come after her shift at the French bakery. I have insisted everyone wear their stinkiest socks for the occasion. That's where you come in," Nicola said with an air of authority.

"That's where I come in?" I questioned.

"Well, you had a front-row seat yesterday while I put on the show of a lifetime for you and those lucky student bitches. So today, you will put on a show for me. I will have you serve all their feet whilst I watch. Whoever does the best job of dominating you gets to be dominated by me as a reward. If they are all shit, I will kick them out and give you hell myself instead. Can't be wasting all my pent-up aggression, can we?" Nicola giggled.

"But I thought you didn't want me serving other women any more, Nicola?"

"This is different as there is no threat to us. I have complete control of this situation. This is about me understanding more of my dominant self. I want to see how much forcing you to worship someone else will get me off. If I don't like it, we won't do it again. It's as simple as that," Nicola said matter-of-factly.

"But what if it does something for me, and you don't like it, Nicola?"

"Oh, that's not going to happen because you will be wearing this," Nicola replied, pulling a small metal cage out of her pocket.

"What the hell is that?" I asked.

"Let me just say it's a disincentive device for erections. You get one, you suffer."

"And you are asking me to wear that?"

"No, I am telling you to wear it bitch!" Nicola snarled and threw it at me. A wicked grin appeared on her face.

After about twenty minutes, I returned to the living room wearing the device under my jeans. It was pretty uncomfortable, but I was prepared to try anything at least once for Nicola. She then had me prepare a packed buffet lunch for all the women due to arrive.

"This is so gonna fuck with their minds, Slave. I love it."

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

"On your knees, Slave. Go greet our guests and make sure you do it properly, or else!"

I crawled over to the door and opened it while Nicola sat on the sofa, looking relaxed and aloof. Anita, Joanne and Sarah stood in the doorway in their red lacrosse outfits, holding their gym bags soaked in sweat. Upon seeing me open the door on my knees, they started to look at each other and giggle.

I crawled towards them and kissed their sneakers before returning to where I started. Their sneakers had a stale, musty aroma, indicating they would smell awful inside. This wasn't looking good for me at all. The girls must have seen my nose wrinkle in disgust because they went into full-blown laughter at that point.

"How's that smell down there?" Sarah said with a big smirk on her face.

"Aren't you going to invite us in?" Joanne added impatiently.

I backed away from the door, inviting them in, and they went to join Nicola on the sofa. Immediately, they began talking, laughing and joking, just like friends would.

As I was closing the door, I could see Henrietta approaching. She wore her black and white maid outfit, though this time she wore thin white ankle socks and old beat-up white plimsolls that were so dirty they could pass as black. I opened the door and then knelt in front of her. Henrietta paused as I blocked her way, and I bent down to kiss her shoes. The smell was palpable and hit me from 2 feet out. I gave a little wretch but still managed to greet her as Nicola instructed. She then walked past me to join the others.

After a brief period, all the women sat around the living room table, awaiting Nicola to take the lead. I knelt at Nicola's side as she stroked my head like a dog.

"Ok, before we eat, there are a few things I would like to explain. I know you all came here today hoping for my attention, but you must earn it before I even consider that. I texted each of you some basic instructions last night. Did you follow them?" Nicola asked.

All the women nodded, hanging on to her every word.

"Good. Now you see my loyal Slave here. He is fully at your disposal today. I want you to impress and enthral me with your domination and humiliation of him. This afternoon, you will have ample opportunity to inflict your worst, but it must be on full display. I will then judge who has impressed me the most, and they will spend the evening here with me as I take them on a journey of endless pleasure and submission. Everything clear? Any questions?" Nicola said.

There was a pause before Henrietta asked, "What are his limits?"

"Just three rules. Number One, your feet must be part of the performance. Number two, no sex. He is mine, not yours and Number Three, there will be no permanent damage to my Slave. If you do anything that displeases me, I will fucking make you wish you had never been born! Any other questions?"

The threat of Nicola was still hanging in the air, and everyone fell silent. After a brief pause, they all nodded.

"Ok, let's relax and enjoy ourselves, ladies. Slave, serve the food."

After a few minutes, the women were much more relaxed, talking and laughing like before. The students started swapping ideas and thoughts on what they might do in their performance, trying to gauge from Nicola what was and wasn't a good idea. Henrietta remained quiet, just staring at Nicola longingly.

I made my way to the buffet I had prepared earlier and ferried the food and drinks to the ladies as per their orders. A couple of the students even thanked me, which I found novel. Henrietta snatched her plate and would not even offer me eye contact.

Once they had eaten, Nicola ordered me to clear everything and clean up. This also included licking the floor beneath her for crumbs, which the students found amusing. Henrietta looked at me with resentment in her eyes.

A little while later, Anita, the brown-haired cutie with the glasses, asked Nicola, "Could I have some fun with your Slave? I think I am ready."

"Of course, Anita, I think some entertainment is just the thing to get our little party started."

Anita was about 5' 5" tall and a size 6 feet. Like all of the students, she was athletic and muscular from the regular sports they practised. In fact, she looked the strongest of the three. Her dark brown eyes set beneath her glasses gave her an intellectual but mysterious look. She was the kind of girl one would say, 'It's the quiet ones you need to be careful of,' In this case, those words could not have been more appropriate.

Anita took centre stage while the rest of the ladies remained on the sofa and chairs. Those on chairs facing the wrong way turned around to get a good view of the performances to follow. When positioned, Anita crossed her arms, raised her eyebrows, and started tapping her sneakered foot impatiently. Joanne and Sarah started giggling with anticipation.

Initially, I just watched Anita stride into the centre of the room, a bit like I was expecting her to sing. After clearing up, I returned to my kneeling position by Nicola's side, waiting for further instruction.

Nicola then leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I wouldn't keep her waiting, Slave. I am sure that would be a big mistake on your part."

I shook awake and looked at Nicola, who was pulling one of her evil smirks, and then back at Anita, who was looking at me with eyes that were now full of anger. I think she felt I was trying to belittle her by holding back, but all that achieved was royally pissing her off.

Not long after, Anita blew her top, "What the fuck do you think you are doing, Slave? I will not, under any circumstances, be kept waiting. Get your fucking miserable arse over here now, or I will come over there and stamp your face into a bloody pool of mush."

Nicola whispered to Joanne and Sarah, "We are off to a good start," and then chuckled.

Seeing how stupid I had been, I panicked and scurried over to Anita as quickly as my crawling pace would allow. When I got to her side, she slapped me so hard across the face it sent me flying halfway back to where I had come from. In fact, she hit me so hard that I think she hurt herself. She fucking hurt me anyway.

I slowly picked myself up and rubbed my cheek. There was a little blood on my hand as she had created a blood blister. It was stinging like mad. All the girls started laughing and clapping except Henrietta, who remained emotionless. I quickly returned to Anita's side and looked at her pleadingly, hoping she would not continue with that level of brutality.

"Kiss my fucking hand, you stupid idiot. You made it sting."

I made it sting, I thought? How the fuck do you think my cheek feels, bitch? I said nothing, however, and just kissed her hand gently. As I continued to kiss her hand, she looked down at me with a gentle smile, so I smiled back. As I did so, her face contorted into venomous anger again, and she spat several times in my face.

"Don't fucking smile at me, you ugly good for nothing waste of space. Get down on the floor where you belong." Anita then kicked me in the chest, sending me onto my back before straddling my face and shoulders with her legs and pinning down my arms with her hands.

"Now, Slave, I have you right where I want you. You are completely at my mercy. Time for some real fun."

Anita then lifted up her skirt and slid her pussy and arse over my face, completely blocking off my air supply. Initially, I was turned on by this, even though my cock growth was totally restricted. However, after around twenty seconds, I realised she wasn't going to move, and I was running out of air. In something of a panic, I started to squirm and squeal.

"That's it bitch. You now realise the predicament you are in. I control the air you breathe, and if I decide to snuff you out, I will. Every breath you take from now on will be at my discretion."

Nicola was fidgeting a little while watching this. She didn't know how much I could take but remained calm, not wanting to undermine her position of dominance. I was screaming into Anita's arse and pussy, desperately trying to find air. My arms were desperately trying to break free to lift her off, but I was bound tight. Eventually, Anita lifted her arse just a couple of inches, and I sucked in all the air my lungs could gather. She then laughed and sat back down, repositioning so her arsehole was right over my nose.