It's been over a year since I wrote the first installment of my story.
My Mistress recently read it for the first time and told me to continue with the next chapter. She found it quite amusing actually. I have not been allowed an orgasm now for close to three months and I have been begging her lately for release. Well... I hint at it hesitantly anyway. She has forbidden me orgasm until she decides I deserve one and even begging for one would be seen as arguing with her or questioning her and that would mean an instant punishment. My Dominatrix is not lenient with her lessons. Not even remotely. The burning becomes overwhelming at times though. My clit, far too small to ever please her, still longs for some pleasure though. It becomes especially difficult when I have to fluff her men and stand there ready to serve while I watch helplessly as they fuck like wild animals. She loves hearing me whimper for her and hearing me beg to serve her while she is screaming in orgasm. My wee wee bound tight in a very small cock cage. Her control over me is absolute. I do not play at being her slave. I am hers completely with no will of my own. I am her property and she my Goddess and owner.
I live on my knees beneath her glory.
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So it has been a very long lonely day. Actually the past 5 days have all been the same. My Goddess has been away on a business trip and tonight's the last night before her return and that always means the same thing. My Goddess always arranges her returns for the night of the day after her work ends to give herself a free evening and time enough to recover the next day, for a night of fun, drinking, partying and extreme debauchery. She has followed this pattern with every trip she has taken since I have become her slave and has found some way almost every time to somehow cause me some form of pain or embarrassment. My Mistress is an extremely intelligent woman and her evil imagination knows no bounds. By all that is evil I love her.
Tonight was no different.
I had spent the past 5 days cleaning, doing housework, laundry, vacuuming, dusting, ironing her business suits and clothes. All the chores I am required to do every day. I'm always required to be naked in the house being allowed clothing only if I must go outside to complete some task she has assigned me or to run errands for her or the upkeep of her home. Food shopping, taking or picking up her more important clothes to the dry cleaners, mowing or raking the yard, etc...
I'm also always required to clean all of her BDSM equipment, floggers, whips, large collection of dildos, wall cross, horse and benches, bondage equipment, leathers, heels, shoes and boots. The last three I must do with my tongue. Anything that touches My Goddess actually I must clean thusly and with reverence. My worship for her must be absolute.
Of course I have to also keep her bedroom spotless and well stocked with all the necessary items for her to entertain herself and her Bulls. Every lube, powder, oil or ointment and condoms. All must be available at all times. My Mistress very well may have a man over at any time.
I do all of this out of love, not fear in any way. I know her punishment will be intense should I fail at any time. That though is not the driving force behind my servitude. I love the woman with all my soul and cringe at the very thought of her being unhappy or displeased with me. I lost my will to her the day I met her.
So I almost tripped over my own feet when I heard her ringtone on my phone. Oh yes, a quick side note. She controls and commands me even with that. She made a ringtone for my phone that is her own voice ordering me to answer my phone and not keep her waiting. Now I had been cleaning the oven and was hardly in the position to talk but all of that means nothing at all to her. I swept up my phone, falling to my knees in the living room, shaking in submission, head bowed and answered her call.
"slave" her voice was soft, sensual and dripping with confidence. I melt every time I hear it. Even her whispers cause me to shake. Her voice is like fire and sex at the same time.
"In service to my Mistress" I automatically reply. I trembled a bit. I had not heard that glorious voice in several days. I realized though that she was probably in a club since I heard voices, laughter and music in the background.
She left the phone for a moment. Seemingly talking to some man who was obviously showing her more than a little attention. "Give me a moment darling". Her voice came back solidly again.
"slave. Jason and I just got off the phone and he's very horny. While I am going to be home tomorrow night he can't get away from his wife for several more days and wanted to come over tonight."
Jason was one of my Mistresses three main bulls and I knew instantly what this call meant.
"He should be there any minute. You WILL pleasure him and obey him as you would me. Do you understand?" The question was not even remotely an actual question. My Goddess has a standing rule that if she is unavailable or simply not in the mood that I must pleasure her men. Their desires matter far more than any wishes or desires I may have. I am never allowed pleasure in the process either, at least never allowed to orgasm. I know this and so do her Bulls.
Having been alone without my Dominatrix for 5 days I both welcomed such a visit as well as feared it. Her men are far from gentle with me. She at least see's me as property and as such does protect me. After all few people intentionally damage the things they own. Her Bulls have no such restrictions.
I heard what sounded like a soft moan and kissing and she panted a quick "My other Bulls may drop by as well" before she hung up on me. She has never said goodbye to me.
