Going from being in the presence of my goddess and extremely aroused to being somehow transported to the middle of the woods was a bit jarring, to say the least. I would have doubted that any of this was real if the evidence didn't hang heavy between my legs, reminding me of its presence with its weight. My hard, eight-inch cock, rapidly grew flaccid as I took in my surroundings, although it was still bigger soft than what my little dicklet ever was when hard. I could still be delusional or be dreaming, but everything felt so real. I could feel the wind against my skin, and smells of wet dirt and vegetation hit my nose. The trees felt real enough as I walked up to put my hand on one, the bark flaking away under my hand.
It was a pleasant enough forest, with dense vegetation and flowers growing here and there. I could even spot a few berry bushes growing through the trees. I didn't try to pick any, as I had no idea what kind of berries they were and didn't want to get poisoned. I was not that hungry, not yet.
My new and improved ass was still sore from the spanking I had received from my goddess, and it sent a thrill through me just thinking about it. Why had she sent me away? Wasn't I supposed to be her slave, to serve her for all eternity or something? Now that I wasn't losing my mind from lust, my common sense returned to me. It was just like after my many masturbation sessions. I always felt shame and disgust after I came, but although I felt clear-headed now I found that the shame wasn't as bad. My new mistress was a real woman, a goddess, and she could fulfill one of my deepest fantasies. Was that something I wanted? It had been fun when it was all in my head, but I had never actually thought that someone would take me, not even in a normal relationship, let alone what I spent my evenings jerking myself off to. I suspected that my goddess would do whatever she wanted with me if I ever saw her again. That scared me, but I couldn't deny how excited it made me.
"Hello, is anybody out there?" I yelled into the forest surrounding me, but all it did was startle a flock of birds, causing them to flap out of a nearby tree and fly off into the distance. My stomach chose that moment to remind me that I hadn't eaten in, well, since breakfast. I regretted skipping lunch as it gurgled, and my mind blasted me with a half-remembered fact about how long you could survive without eating. A week without food, only a couple of days without water. It was okay, though, I just needed to start walking, and I would eventually stumble across a road or something. I couldn't be that far from civilization.
As it turned out, I didn't stumble across a road or any sign of human habitation, and if I didn't know any better, I'd say that humans had never set foot in this forest, at least not for a very long time. The light was beginning to fade, and if I didn't find someone that could help me soon, I was afraid I would have to sleep out in the wilderness. I was hungry, and my feet hurt, but I was pretty okay other than that. The weather was warm, although that might change during the night with me being completely naked and all that. I was a bit stunned over the fitness of my new body, where before a hike like this would have had me exhausted in no time, I could now walk and even run over rough terrain without even being winded.
I looked at the sun and sighed as it descended slowly towards the horizon and decided to settle in for the night. I didn't like the idea of wandering around in the dark, making noise, and shouting for help. I was probably in the middle of some nature reserve or national park. There could be pumas here or bears. The forest around me suddenly seemed a lot more intimidating in the fading light, every shadow able to hide a potential predator.
A fire was what I needed to keep warm and to scare away the wildlife. I spent the rest of the daylight I had left gathering sticks, dry leaves, and peeling off strips of bark from trees to use as kindling. The youtube rabbit hole had taken me on many a strange journey, and one thing it had taught me was how to make a fire. I had never tried it before, but I figured I could make a decent go at it.
Spinning a stick between my palms looked easier than it was, and although I had an improved physique, my arms still ached after only a couple of minutes of trying. It soon grew dark, but my kindling still refused to take. My heart hammered in my chest as the darkness made every little sound that reached me into a terrible monster in my mind. I was so busy trying to ignore my surroundings that I almost missed the smell of smoke. I looked down in surprise as I stopped spinning the stick, and sure enough, a tiny ember was there, casting orange light around it. I blew on it carefully and added more strips of bark, and I rejoiced as they caught fire. I moved the small flame into the little pyramid of dry sticks I had stacked against each other and watched with relief as they too caught fire.
After adding more kindling, I finally felt sure that the fire wouldn't burn itself out anytime soon and sat down to rest and warm myself. I felt relatively safe knowing that no wild animals would approach my little campsite now that I had a fire going, so I allowed myself to relax. My search would continue tomorrow, but what if I didn't find help then either? Those berries were always an option, but if I could find a water source, I could hold off on eating and not gamble with getting poisoned right away. I stared into the fire, the way the flames danced and sputtered calming me down. Maybe I could build a bigger fire to make a smoke signal for someone to see and rescue me. Even if I was in a nature reserve, there must be something like park rangers that patrolled the area, right?
My mind wandered, and the urge to jerk off came over me. Regular masturbation sessions will do that to a man. It was like clockwork. My dick got hard, and I looked down to see it standing proud between my toned legs. Long and thick, it was amazing when you compared it to how I had been before. It would be a real shame not to test it out. The world around me faded away as I put my hand around my shaft and started pumping it up and down, going faster and faster. It felt so good. It was nothing compared to my old dicklet. Was this how people with average cocks felt, having something to work with? Or had my goddess made me more sensitive?
I didn't much care as the thought of her derailed my mind completely. My hand sped up between my legs, feeling so good as I fantasized. I imagined her naked body, long hair falling away from heavy breasts with hard pink nipples pointed straight at me. A trim stomach led down to the valley between her shapely legs, hiding away a perfect wet little pussy. I didn't last long; my new cock felt too good, and I was too enamored with my goddess to resist any longer. Great big spurts of white cum shot out from the tip, and I threw my head back and groaned as I just kept cumming. When it was finally over, I fell back in exhaustion and was soon fast asleep, having ejaculated bucketloads worth of semen.
My body had barely hit the ground when I found myself standing upright, surrounded by fog and not the least bit tired anymore. I was still naked, but if this was a dream or if I had been transported by my goddess again was hard to tell. The prospect of seeing her again had me moving forward, though, nervous energy bubbling inside me at the idea of seeing her again, at the thought of what she might do to me. I was scared at the implications of the idea that I belonged to her, and I thought about turning back. Somehow I never quite managed to convince myself, and the decision was soon out of my hands as the fog parted, and there she stood. Facing me was the woman I remembered, long blond hair flowing freely about her, her white robe open to reveal a beautiful cleavage that invited me to stare.
"Your willing return pleases me, slut," she said warmly and smiled knowingly at how I was staring at her chest. Her eyes flicked down to my cock, and her smile grew into a full grin as she saw how hard I was getting. I grew suddenly shameful, and I jerked my eyes away from her breasts and quickly moved my hands to cover my, by now, full erection.
"I'm sorry, Misstress," I hurried to apologize. "I didn't mean," but the goddess shushed me.
"Hush now, slave. You can look all you like as long as you hear what I say," she said as she started to walk towards me slowly. "And get your hands away from my property," she frowned as I didn't immediately do as she suggested. "Hands by your sides," she snapped, and I hurried to comply. "That's better," she practically purred as she stared at my newly revealed cock. She bit her lip, and the look in her eyes had my heart beating a mile a minute. It was as pure a come fuck me look as I had ever seen, and I squirmed as I struggled not to cum right then and there.
"Has my slut been a good slave for me?" My goddess intoned as if speaking to a beloved pet and giggled at my struggles to look anywhere but at her. "You know if I wanted a respectful prude, I wouldn't dress like this," she stopped her sashaying walk and gestured to her chest, arching her back to accentuate her breasts. Her garments were ridiculous, the robe managing to just about cover both her pointed nipples. It was artfully flung open to just above the goddess' navel. How it didn't fall open further was a miracle in itself. I couldn't help to steal a glance, and my goddess grinned and bounced slightly, sending a jiggling wave through her breasts and straight to my cock. I hurriedly looked away again in shame and fearing I had seriously offended her.
"I'm sorry, mistress," I yelped, and the goddess sighed in exasperation.
"Come here," the goddess ordered in a monotone voice, and I hesitantly walked up to her. "You are my slave, my slut," she said, that warm, happy tone creeping back. She gently grabbed ahold of my face and forced me, slowly, to look at her chest. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't turn my head in her gentle but firm grip. My eyes still slid away, fearing that this was some sort of test. "Look at them!" My goddess hissed, annoyed now, and I quickly did as she ordered. With my eyes locked on her magnificent cleavage, I couldn't look away, the fabric teasing me with a hint of areola peeking out, but managed to utter.
"But I thought," but mistress interrupted me.
"That's the problem, you thought," she said scathingly as she let her hands fall from my head and onto my aching cock. "You are supposed to be my slut. Your only thoughts should be depraved ones. Anything that turns you on is to be indulged, to keep you horny and this cock hard and ready for me." She stroked me lightly, long slow feathery touches up and down my long shaft. Her hands felt amazing despite the soft touch, and I moaned in appreciation as I stared at her breasts.
"That feels so good, mistress." Her warmth returned as she started to stroke me more firmly, a pleased smile on her lips until one of those hands went down to cup my balls. She frowned as she weighed the heaving pair, giving me a look that seemed to see right through me.
"These seem awfully light. Do you have anything you wish to share with me?" The words seemed to bubble up out of me unbidden, but I held back as I stared into those intense eyes, shaking my head no, fearing what she would do to me if I answered honestly. She had been stroking me this whole time, but she stopped at the base of my shaft, her other hand squeezing my balls painfully. "Are you sure about that?" She asked in a calm tone that managed to be more menacing than if she had shouted. The words that had been threatening to burst out before breaking free.
"I jerked off and came before falling asleep by the fire. I couldn't help myself. It just felt so good. It was the best orgasm of my life," my mouth spouted out quickly, and I cringed away in fear as the calm face of my goddess turned into a storm at my confession. I couldn't get far as my goddess held my cock and balls in a death grip. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I swear, please, mistress. I'm sorry, it hurts," I begged in a panic as the fog around us turned black, and thunder sounded in the distance. The room darkened, the only light an eerie glow emanating from my furious mistress. How could I have been so stupid? Hadn't I known she was a goddess? Perhaps a vengeful or evil one at that? Hadn't I read plenty of stories and myths about just such a thing? The old Greek and Norse gods being prime examples. I knew I should have been more careful, and yet still, my cock had gotten me into trouble.
"Wasn't I clear enough?" My goddess' voice thundered out, and I shook in fear, afraid that a bolt of lightning would shoot down from above at any moment to smite me on the spot.
"I-I never, i-it's not like, y-you n-never s-said," I stammered out as I leaned away from her, my cock still trapped in her grip. My goddess narrowed her eyes, and everything abruptly returned to normal as she took a deep breath and let it out explosively. I say normal, but nothing about this was exactly normal, was it? I mean that as mistress calmed down, the light returned, and the fog went back to looking like the thick white soup it had resembled, to begin with. I was released to fall naked, splayed out on the cold marble floor. My big cock flopping, still at full mast. Yes, despite my fear, I still found this extremely hot. The uncertainty of what she would do to me, that this powerful, sexy woman held so much power over me. It all went straight to my cock.
"I'll be perfectly clear then, so we can ensure there are no more misunderstandings." She stood imperiously staring down at me, but her serious air evaporated when she smirked, a gleam appearing in her eyes. Was this all an act? It would not have surprised me if my goddess was just playing with me to keep me off balance. "That cock is my property, along with its orgasms. I did not create it for you to enjoy alone. You were made to please others, not seek pleasure for yourself."
