Goddess Tae the Wheel

"Today, I have a surprise for you,

slave

." I say with a mischievous smile.

"A surprise, Goddess?" My favorite slave asked inquisitively. I was over for one of our regular sessions and as per usual I am fully dressed while he is completely naked, on his knees and at my mercy. A strange light entered his eyes as I said this, lifting his head expectantly at the news from the floor. Perhaps he was hoping I would tell him how best on his behavior he was, and that today would

finally

be the day that I would let his cock out of chastity.

"Yes, pet. That's why I'm here." I say slowly, bending over him to grab his hair with a teasing tug, slapping the back of his head playfully.

He and I both know why he's been locked up for almost a month, so he would never dare to suggest or breathe a word about being freed too soon lest he risk being in the cage for another two weeks.

'I have certainly trained him well,'

I think to myself, secretly relishing the feeling. Men all around the world have successfully trained themselves to cum at the drop of a dime, and in their selfishness leaving every girlfriend, wife, or lover who's ever had the displeasure of fucking them bored in the bedroom.

Upon meeting me, he became aware of his chronic masturbation problems, and I began to work my sex-magic.

We decided to try chastity in short time-frames for fun at first, but the sadistic cunt within me couldn't let him take it off without seeing clear signs of improvement.

Clearly he hadn't. And sure as rain, I caught him late at night masturbating furiously to some porn flick he found on xhamster like the addict I knew him to be. He had spent most, if not all of his life with this. Certainly it wasn't going to change overnight.

I became addicted at the little game I played on him. He would give me the keys when masturbation became a problem again, and I loved having total control. Why not? What had my slave accomplished when his cock was free? How many orgasms had he selfishly denied women prior to this?

And now here we were, several weeks later with no signs of relenting.

He put a brave face for the first week or two. No jerking off, and best of all, no orgasms! Of course, I had to test him every step of the way. And how fun that was!

I dressed up in negligee often. My hands would accidentally "slip" over his caged cock in public. Any time I wore no panties, I would have him kneel in front of me and push his willing face into my sweet pussy just to get a smell, and nothing more.

After weeks of this, he became eager for me every time I spread my legs. I trained him like one of Pavlov's dogs. He, too, became addicted to being teased and humiliated this way.

He was a pussy-eating machine in no time. He couldn't wait to do it, and that's where I wanted him. Pliant and obedient to my every demand. No matter how hard he was, or how much he strained in his

little cage

, he couldn't get out unless I opened it. He was completely at the mercy of me, his one true Goddess.

I can see the wanting look in his eyes as I pace back and forth slowly. His eyes were fixed on the subtle sway of my ample hips in my tight-fitting body-con dress he himself had paid for and picked out on my behalf. It would be an instrumental visual tool to his ruin.

"I want to take off the cage for a little while and play."

"Oh, thank you..."

He whispered as I reached for the key around my neck. He swallowed as I took him by the collar, a physical signal to get him to stand. He looked genuinely grateful as I looked down between us to clasp his balls firmly in my well-manicured hands, tracing my lips up the shell of his ear.

"Thank you,

what?

" I whisper back in a sweet yet threatening tone, squeezing much harder until his breath catches in his throat. His dick visibly twitched within the cage, his balls heavy with his seed. I could tell he was delving deeper into subspace, just where I needed him to be.

"Thank you,

Goddess

!" His deep voice reverberated off the fucking walls this time, and I smile. I take my sweet time unlocking him, making a show of pulling the front piece off of his already engorging cock. He was a fine specimen of a man, and by no means was he small.

My cock is bigger.

"Come sit in-between my legs, slave. Let's watch a little movie I call "Progress"." I take a seat in a very comfortable L-shaped couch at the corner of his living room, and with a sigh I spread my legs to flash him.

I'm not wearing anything beneath, and I know the fact that my cunt is wet is not lost on him, feeling a rush of power and pleasure as he's taking in the view. I kick my heels off haphazardly, wiggling my index finger to entice him to come closer.

He is suspicious of what I have planned, but he comes closer anyway. I watch that cock bob up and down, my hand instinctively reaching out to gently play with the tip of him like a kitten would a dangling toy hanging out in front of it.

"Sit and face the TV." I tell him, his broad back pressed into my bountiful breasts. He is stiff at first sitting between my legs, my hand reaching over his chest to physically press him back against me. He finally relaxes as my fingers trail down his pecs, tracing fingers down his abdomen, belly button... His belly tightens beneath my exploring hands.

I press play on the remote, and he is staring at himself being recorded while masturbating. He made an uncomfortable sound, his cheeks flushing red at what my intentions are.

"Goddess, how-"

"You didn't think you could get away with it, did you?" I say in a sarcastically sweet tone. His cock twitched again, humiliation washing over him.

"That's right. I own you. I

know

you. Did you think I wouldn't find out? How naive of you, pet." I play with the base of his cock, and he melts right into me.

We're going to watch you touching yourself. I want you to...

reflect

on your actions." I squeeze at the base, and he trembles, lifting his hips to pump into my hand.

I let go of him quickly.

"Ah, ah,

ah~

... not so fast, boy. This is why you're here in the first place." I giggle, and he groans in frustration.

"Yes, Goddess..." I can almost hear the begging plea in his tone, and I am heavily turned on now at the pitiful look in his needy eyes.

"Greedy little boy, it didn't have to come to this, you know." He nods in agreement, his perfectly sculpted chest rising and falling. He made no move to touch my hands, which I found was a good sign. There was hope after all.

"Yes, Goddess. My flesh is weak. I need your guidance. Nothing is better." He made a guttural sound as I stroked him slow in light, teasing touches that had him thrusting up for more.

"Good boy. Now, let this be a reminder why you need me." It seemed like a light-bulb went off in his head as I said this, pensive as he nodded quietly. Together we sat there until he was soft enough to be put back in the cage. Instead of disappointment there was a yearning in his eyes this time as he looked at me.

"I want to keep going, Goddess. Please don't ever give up on me."

I smiled. Perhaps my lessons were finally sinking in after all. A man I could make of him yet.