She Lies It More Than I Do

I had the strangest dream last night. For some reason I was in some mansion, or some type of huge house I had never seen before. I knew in this dream I had to get out of the house somehow, but all of the doors were locked and the windows were boarded up. I searched, and searched to no avail, and woke up with a certain feeling of lack of resolve. The strain of the cage reminded me I needed to pee. When I finished peeing Goddess was already up and waiting to get into the bathroom to get ready for the day. I brushed my teeth and used some mouthwash, which was promptly met with a kiss from Goddess.

"How do you feel this morning baby?"

"I feel good, I slept well, how about you."

"I feel fine, but I wanted to talk to you about the past two days and our...activities. I am feeling a little weird about it to be honest" she expressed somewhat timidly.

"What do you mean?" I responded hesitantly

"At first, I felt a little disgusted with myself for farting in your mouth. I couldn't believe that I had done something like that. I wrote in my diary for a little while about it, coming to another conclusion, however," she swallowed and paused before continuing. "The feeling of you fully submitting to me like that was something I never thought I'd feel. I found a reddit thread on some 'toilet training' stuff and saw some other women talking about the same."

I blankly stared at her as she continued to talk, my mind racing to try to guess what she was about to say next.

"I guess what I am trying to say is, I liked it...a lot. I never thought I would like all of this femdom stuff as much as I do, but I do. I find myself thinking I want this to last forever sometimes. It's like something has been unlocked from within me," she stated with a smile growing on her face. Of course I need to read more.

"Ok Goddess, I have enjoyed it as well," I responded with excitement in my voice. "I am grateful you have taken on the role so willingly and it seems like your confidence has been boosted slightly as well...but I am not so sure of the forever thing."

My words seemed to have changed her facial expression just slightly, almost a more disappointed look to her.

"I know, I know," she said quickly, "these are just some of the thoughts I was having this morning. Tonight, I am going to want you to have a bath drawn when I get home so I can research more to get some ideas and suggestions"

"Ok Goddess" I said with a slightly nervous and excited tone. I have been using reddit for years, but I know she has never heard about this resource until now...and I am curious about what she is going to find.

I went to sit at my desk to start my workday reading emails and started to send a few out. I must have been lost in thought about an issue one of my colleagues had written to me about, because I didn't hear her come back down the stairs.

"Ummm excuse me" she said with a tone of frustration, "my doormat is not waiting for me where it needs to be."

I gulped, "oh my bad Goddess, I was writing an email to Eric. He's having issues with one of the spreadsheets I sent him."

"I don't care what Eric needs, I need my doormat...I will not ask you again," she stated bluntly.

I quickly got up and made my way to the door to lay down. Without hesitation she placed her work flat on my face and began to press down with her foot to fit it inside. When she placed the other shoe on my face and slipped her foot in, she did not immediately release the tension.

"You're lucky that I have to leave now doormat," she expressed coldly, "or your punishment for this mishap would have to be right now. You are unlucky because now I have time to think all day at work what your punishment will be."

I gulped again.

"You better be in position by the time I get home, and my bath will be drawn, or else I will make whatever I think of worse."

She lifted her foot and turned to open the door, while I just laid there and contemplated what she could possibly think of. I couldn't help but notice the way she had been speaking to me did give rise to some dormant horniness within me and my cock stung a bit from the tension in the cage.

"I love you honey," she said softly, "can't wait to see you when I get home."

I laid there for a few more minutes after the door closed and I heard her car travel off. I thought about how I got to this point. I thought about my dream. I thought about how long the rest of this two-week sentence was going to be before I was free once again. I replayed the conversation we just had, especially Goddess stating she had ideas of wanting to continue the femdom forever. Surely, she couldn't mean that right? I got up off of the floor and tried to reset my brain to go into work mode...

I spent the day tirelessly working on projects for work, putting out fires and trying to fix the spreadsheet for Eric. I couldn't push the anticipation out of my mind of what was to come, but I feel that I was able to manage the workload well enough. As I was finishing up some loose ends, I was taken out of my focus for work to a text received from my fiancé.

"I'm about to leave the office honey."

Ok Goddess, I'll see you soon," I replied with a now creeping feeling of dread washing over me.

"Don't start the bath until I get home, I want it to be nice and hot when I get in."

"Yes Goddess."

"Good boy."

I sat there and stared at the phone for a minute.

Good boy

...she had called me this before, I think yesterday, but seeing it in text made it all the more real. My cock strained in the cage re-reading this nomenclature, and I thought to myself I couldn't help but enjoy it. The acknowledgement of my position. The realness of the dynamics between us. I must have been sitting there for longer than I thought, lost in my own head thinking about Goddess getting home and what she might have in store for me. I was snapped out of this thought at the sound of her car pulling up into the driveway. I shot up out of my chair, slamming my knee on my desk...the pain was quickly drained out of my mind as I ran over to the door and quickly laid down in front of it.

The door opened and Goddess stepped through it, the warmth of the outside air blew through my hair, as her shadow casted over me.

"Good boy," she said in a joyful tone.

I thought to myself maybe she would go easy on me with whatever punishment she had concocted, but this thought was replaced with the feeling of her work shoe now hovering over my face.

"Stick out your tongue" she said coldly.

I complied.

As she lowered her foot onto my face with my tongue out, she gave me one command.

"Clean it."

Goddess began to run the bottom of her shoe over my open mouth, onto my waiting tongue. I couldn't taste anything yet, but I felt the roughness of the bottom of her shoe, probably caked with dirt and whatever else she walked in. When she had finished with the first shoe, she used my chin to take off the flat heel and her foot was now free.

"Swallow and we that tongue again," she expressed with the same coldness in her voice.

I complied. The taste of dirt and leather mixed together in my mouth as I quickly tried to swallow it down. The bitterness was not too bad, I was expecting worse honestly, but the thought of what I could be swallowing was ever-present. I stuck my tongue out and waited for her.

"I bet you want my sweaty feet to grace your tongue now...but I'm not offering you that privilege. Time for round two," she said with a smile.

She repeated the process with her other shoe, somehow this one felt rougher than the other. Maybe she places more weight on this foot...maybe my tongue is more sensitive now. When she was finished, she picked up her shoes off my chest and put them on the rack. I watched as she began to walk away, and I knew without her having to tell me it was time to get the bath going.

I got up and went to the bathroom to start to draw her a warm bath. I walked away for a few minutes to finish the emails and prepare for work the next day while the bath filled. Every once in a while, I would walk over the check if the bath was full or not. I even placed a bath bomb in the water since I knew she would want that. About five minutes after I started the bath, Goddess came downstairs fully naked, and my heart skipped a beat. Maybe this cage is making me see her in a different, but familiar light. The last time I remember my heart skipping a beat when she got naked was around the first few months of us dating. I love seeing my fiancé naked any time it happens, but now I feel the same level of excitement I had in the past.

Her fit and toned body makes her look like she is carved out of marble, almost glowing with the fluorescent light of the living room. Her perky breasts make my mouth start to salivate, and the primal instinct in me starts to give way to dirty thoughts. I can't help but look her up and down and she gets a glass of water prepared, lost in thought and pain from the cage that is now straining.

*splash*

"Oh fuck" I thought to myself as I turned to see the bath was now overflowing. I got up and ran over the faucet to turn it off before the puddle now building up on the floor got any worse.

"Way to go"

she said as she briefly let out a small chuckle.

"Did you get a little distracted there?"

"Yeah, I am sorry Goddess," I said with a sigh, "I guess the cage makes it harder for me to not pay attention to you, I feel like it's harder to control the thoughts."

"That's good to hear, I guess denying you the ability to orgasm has its perks to keep you dedicated to me," she stated as a matter of fact

.

"I'm excited to see what denying you more can do for our relationship."

I gulped at the thought of this. Since as far back as I can remember I have had a release at least every 72 hours. At this point we are at that same time frame, and the only release I have had was a ruined one within my cage. I began thinking to myself, hoping, she would let me release again before the end of the two-week cage sentence is over. I drained some of the water so it would go down enough to not spill when she got in it.

Goddess slowly got into the bath and let out a sigh letting me know she was feeling good in the warm water. I got up to leave the bathroom, and right before I left Goddess yelled out to me, "wait, where are you going?"

I responded somewhat with hesitancy, "Just going to the office to play a game."

"No, I think it is still punishment time," she said callously.

"I thought cleaning your shoes was the punishment?" I responded

"No silly, that's just now a part of your doormat duties," she chuckled briefly, "I still have to punish you for this morning and you just spilled water on the floor drawing my bath, wasting some of the bath bomb," she paused. "At first, I was just going to ask you to massage my feet for a few minutes, but now I think you'll massage my feet for the entire time I am in the bath,"

she said with that same cruel smile.

"Ok Goddess, I am sorry," I said with a coy tone of voice, "I will ask you if you need something else from me from now on."

"That's perfect baby, I like the sound of that. Now be quiet while I look at my phone."

She raised one foot out of the water and placed it on the side of the bathtub. The soft bubbles from the bath bomb at the top of her toes slowly cascaded down her foot and onto the side of the bath tub. I wanted to play some games, but she and I both know I have a foot fetish and love to give her foot massages.

I sat down on the toilet seat cover since the toilet is right next to the shower like a chair, perfect angle to reach her feet, and perfect since she tends to take baths nearing an hour in length. As soon as I grabbed her wet and slightly soapy foot, she sharply spoke to me

"what are you doing?"

I looked at her puzzled, catching her green eyes almost glowing behind her phone.

"What do you mean?" I said with a sort of innocent tone.

"I didn't say you could sit on the toilet," she responded coldly.

"Oh, I just thought it would be the best angle to reach your foot at," I responded now with some unease in my voice.

"Well, we both know you have a foot fetish," she smiled, "so you being comfortable to rub my feet wouldn't make it much of a punishment right? Get on your knees and continue."

"But Goddess, you like to take long baths, and the hardwood on my knees might hurt after a few minutes," I responded with pleading eyes.

"Then that will be a good reminder to try to refrain from mistakes in the future right?"

her smile now creeping in,

"Now instead of arguing with me, get on your knees and start massaging."

The massage lasted probably around an hour and fifteen minutes...but after minute 10 I had lost track of time and could only focus on adjusting my weight over each knee to help with the pain I had been feeling. My fingers were sore and starting to cramp up by the halfway point, but the idea of adding another punishment today kept me from stopping, only switching the hand placement to give my thumbs some much needed rest. Near the end of her bath, she turned off her phone and I could feel her now looking at me. I looked up to catch her looking into my eyes, almost through me. Her smile seemed cruel again, not a trace of softness to it.

"So I have been reading the thread I found earlier, and also some other threads relating to Femdom and orgasm denial. I think I may have a plan going forwards, and some of the things I want to try."

My eyes somewhat pleaded with her in a nervous way. I found myself listening intently to her words, but anxious of what was to come next.

"For starters, I am going to go take some classes on Femdom," she expressed softly this time. "There is too much information out there, and I feel that I could learn and retain things better if I had the proper guidance. There aren't any in-person classes I can take, so I'll have to take them online for now, until a convention rolls into our state in the next month."

I gulped at the idea of a convention relating to BDSM and Femdom stuff. Before I met my fiancé I had a plan to go to one of these types of conventions, but I was too afraid to go by myself and wound up skipping it. I know these conventions can be a little intense.

"Of course, you will be paying for the classes," she said with her voice starting to become colder and more demanding. "I will find the right one to start out with after I get out of the bath. You will be my footrest while I look, laying underneath the chair so I can rest my feet on your face."

"Ok Goddess" I responded with a somewhat joyful tone. She was right before, I definitely love everything to do with her feet, except the pain I have in my knees.

"Oh I wouldn't be too excited if I were you," she expressed with a sinister tone, "you'll be naked for it, and I want you on the hardwood floor."

I gulped.

"Another thing, I will no longer be calling you baby, honey, my love, or anything else like that while we are in femdom mode...you will now be referred to as slave, boy, puppy, or sub."

My mind began to race now. My cock was searing from the strain. The horniness was making my head spin.

"And finally, I am going to begin your toilet training," she smiled again, "you put on your limits you weren't wanting to try scat, however piss wasn't put off limits, so we are going to start with that."

"What do you mean Goddess? I thought you weren't into that kind of stuff?" I replied nervously.

"I wasn't, but I have had a long time to think about me farting in your mouth, and coming up with a punishment this afternoon was difficult, so I looked up some online. At first when I saw Golden Shower, I was disgusted, but then I saw all the comments of other women talking about how empowered they felt with their sub beneath them being bathed in their fluids and I started to get excited. So we are going to try it. Don't worry, I wont make you drink it, yet, just want you to feel it. More importantly, I want to know how I feel about it afterwards. Who knows, you could get lucky and I might hate it."

She lifted up slightly to pull the plug in the drain and sat back studying my face. As the water drained out of the tub, so did the color in my face. I had had a fantasy in the past of human toilet stuff, but never did I take the fantasy far enough to envision it as a potential reality. Now I didn't have a choice but to think about it as a reality.

"Remember sub, you can always choose to use your safeword," she stated, but her tone sounded more like there was no choice at all.

Maybe it was the level of horniness I have been feeling that clouded my judgement, or maybe the horniness was the catalyst for some of my own deeply seeded fantasies, either way I didn't want to say the word. In truth, I loved how much she has enjoyed this switch to femdom, I loved how demanding and into she has been.

"Good boy," she said.

The water finished draining out of the bathtub as I continued to try to control my racing thoughts, looking at that sinister smile that continued to remain dormant on her face.

"Take your clothes off and lay down in the bathtub," she commanded.

I complied. She stood up as I stepped into the tub, and we were now face to face. Her body glistened with wetness, some bubbles from the bath bomb still clung to parts of her body. My cock strained in its cage as I laid down on the floor of the tub, still warm from the water, but cooling off quickly. I shuddered for a moment as she straddled my chest with her legs.

"Don't worry sub, this will keep you warm."

She turned around so I could look her in the eyes as she put her feet up on the sides of the bathtub. I assumed she did this to avoid her piss bouncing off of my body and onto her feet and legs. She hovered over me as ai took a quick glance at her perfect perky tits still dripping some water onto my neck, nipples hard from the cool air of the bathroom. I looked down at her vagina, her perfect lips covering her insides, and I thought to myself how much I wanted to split her lips open with my cock. Unfortunately I did not have much more time to think as some fluid started to trickle out between her lips, then turned into a full stream.

The initial feeling of her hot piss started me at first, but I quickly got used to it. I watched the steady stream flow out of her, bouncing off of my chest and onto the sides of the bathtub. Some of it bounced and landed on my neck and on my chin. I looked back up at her to find her staring directly into my eyes. My cock was on fire now, I cant believe how hard this was making me...or at least trying to. She smiled, signifying her comfort in this, and sealing this is something she probably enjoying. I continued to look her back in the eyes when she did something I wouldn't have imagined...she shifted her position a little backwards and aimed her piss directly towards my face.

It hit me on the lips at first, the hot stream still flowing strong. I closed my eyes as the piss bounced all over my face, over my nose, my eyes, and now flowing into my hair. The smell reminded me of popcorn for some reason, butter less popcorn, on top of the normal smell of piss. I held my breath so I wouldn't breath in the piss through my nose, thinking to myself what a horrible way to die...waterboarded by fiance's piss. I felt the stream calm down slowly, moving back down my chin, then neck, then chest, until there were only droplets. I moved my hands to wipe my eyes before opening them again to see her still staring at me...smiling. The smell of her piss was still fresh at my nose, the warmth still all over my body. My cock was still burning from trying to get hard in its prison, my mind racing with the sickest, horniest thoughts I have ever had. I couldn't control myself anymore. I looked her in the eyes as I opened my mouth slightly to stick my tongue out and lick my upper lip.