I gripped Emily's thighs tighter, hearing that change in her voice. Moans slowly turning into squeaks, shorter and coming out with difficulty, as if my tongue was stealing the breath from her lungs. Those beautiful noises coming from my girlfriend surging my efforts, knowing she was close, knowing I had been told to make her cum. Knowing how desperate I was to do as I was told.
It had been six months since Goddess Zara entered both of our lives, the woman currently standing behind me, her hand running through my hair, keeping my head pushed into Emily's pussy. Six months of turning our sex life on its head, introducing us both to a world we never knew existed. A world of servitude, denial, pain, and pleasures that genuinely shocked and surprised both of us.
Don't get me wrong, sex before Goddess Zara was great. But it was...the same. We both knew what would happen. Emily came most times, me every time selfishly, just going through the motions of being a couple in love. Zara didn't go through motions. She made them. Smashed through them. Burned them to the ground, rebuilding and shaping them however she saw fit in that moment. She was a force of nature, one who had swept my girlfriend and I along for the ride.
It took one night for Emily and I to be utterly devoted to her.
Emily met her through a friend, yoga I believe, and she quickly pried out close to every secret she owned. I didn't blame her, the same was done to me, those piercing eyes demanded honesty, devotion, you simply didn't have any other option. Zara arranged a meet with both of us a few days later, staring at us from across a tiny table at one of our favourite coffee shops, watching as we both squirmed, spilling secret after secret, some we hadn't even had the courage to share with one another.
Two nights later and we both knelt at her feet in our living room, matching cuffs around our wrists and ankles. She taught us about limits, safewords, servitude, ownership, so many new facets of bdsm to explore. We took to each one with a fury, side-by-side with the woman I loved at the feet of Goddess Zara, immediately hooked by her control.
She let me know immediately that I would never fuck her, would barely be allowed to touch her for that matter, and not a single part of me cared. Easily one of the hottest fucking women I had ever laid my eyes on, and the only thought surging through my head was pleasing her, serving her, hearing the words
good boy
leave those beautiful lips. Emily loved my reaction to our new dynamic immediately, neither of us having to deal with any shred of jealousy.
I watched that first night, hogtied on our coffee table, as she had Emily between her legs, licking pussy for the first time in her life. I watched as she pulled Emily into her lap, listening as she whimpered and came louder than I had ever witnessed before, her face in such a beautifully euphoric state. My cock pulsed, aching for something it didn't understand, yet I just smiled.
As she left, informing me that she was now my Goddess, and Emily's Mistress, I was given permission to fuck my own girlfriend for the first time. The days of freely having sex were over, the notion that I now needed my Goddess to allow it fueled some of the most intense feelings of desire I had to that beautiful woman I shared a life I had ever dealt with.
After that first night, screaming into the air as I came inside her, we both cried in each other's arms, forever changed from the experience. I accepted whatever control Goddess Zara requested, wanting to see that blush, that smile, that glowing happiness she brought Emily, as well as the warmth I felt in that position. Emily too eagerly listened as Zara laid out some rules to follow, right beside me in her devotion to this mysterious, powerful woman.
Six incredible, wonderful months later, I found myself kneeling on the floor, my cock locked in the familiar cage I had grown accustomed to, licking Emily's pussy exactly how I had been taught, listening to her ride my tongue to a fourth orgasm of the evening, my own denied to me for an entire week. I gently and slowly licked, knowing she'd be too sensitive for anything else, waiting for my Goddess to pull me away.
Zara did indeed, the grip in my hair tightening to lift my gaze to hers, a proud look on her face as she stared down at me, her sub. "Good boy." The words coursed through me, having such control and power over my emotions, immediately blushing deeply in her arms. My cock throbbed against the cage, constantly ready to release, especially after several days.
"Are you excited to cum tonight, my pet?" My blush deepened as I nodded, never taking my eyes off my beautiful Goddess.
"Yes Goddess." I said, her touch soothing me as I felt her other hand on my chest, holding me in place. Emily smiled from the bed, always enjoying the effects Zara had over me.
"Was it on your mind all day, hmmmm?" Again I blushed, softly moaning as she pulled me closer to lean against her powerful legs.
"Always Goddess." I said honestly. "Every moment since you've come into our lives it's been at the forefront of my mind, sharing the space of my desire for you both."
"Awwwwwwwwww!" Emily squeaked, moving to the edge of the bed to get closer, her head in her hands as she stared at me. Goddess Zara just smirked.
"Smooth, my pet. Quite smooth." I smiled, never looking away through that intense stare, piercing through my soul as she held me there.
"I suppose," Goddess continued, "that you have earned it." She looked across at Emily, her eyes slightly tired, showing the effect of so many orgasms in one night. "Right, my dear?"
Emily giggled. "Yes Mistress! His tongue is incredible since you trained him." She blushed, staring up at Zara. "Can you do it like last time? I really liked that..."
Goddess Zara laughed, her gaze returning to me as she ran a hand along the side of my face. "Yes, I think that is a great idea for my talented little pet." She leaned down to whisper in my ear, an act that always immediately forced my cock to ache in its prison.
"I have a new way for you to earn the right to fuck your girlfriend from now on...so tonight will just be a milking." I gulped, internally slightly disappointed that I wouldn't get to fuck Emily, being given permission to slam my cock into her after so long often fueled my imagination through tough days. But I nodded, thanking my Goddess for the chance to cum, to be free from my tiny cage that stayed with me so often now.
Excitedly, Emily bounced off the bed, helping Goddess set up the stand that she often used to tease or milk me. Everything about my servitude to Zara seemed to bring a smile to her face, giggling as she rubbed my cage each night, listening to me groan. Her favourite was looking across the room at me, bound in place, my gagged stifling the moans I couldn't control, watching as Goddess Zara gave her the fucking that was denied to me, her strap-on forcing Emily to cum, scream, giggle, and moan as she watched me in my agonising denial.
Goddess took my hand, leading me to the position she requested, soon finding my wrists and ankles clipped into place. I felt the wooden board I was bent over, knowing soon my cock would be strapped to it, nowhere to go as fingers, tongues, and vibrators were slowly used to drive me insane. Whether it would be a full-mind bending orgasm, or a frustrating ruin, locked up with no relief to the need that surged through my body, was something Goddess Zara kept to herself.
I was a passenger in her imagination, her control over me and my girlfriend. Despite the hardships that came with being in that role, the frustrations, the intense emotions, the inner turmoil of not being the 'man' in a relationship...I never hesitated to kneel at her feet. It felt right, like I had finally found my place in the world.
It felt like home.
I groaned in appreciation as my cage was removed, Goddess carefully slipping off the ring from my balls.
"Mmmmmmmm, always so eager, aren't we pet?" I whimpered, my cock instantly growing against the wooden board, trapped to throb against it. A thin but strong strap went across near the head of my cock, firmly trapping it in place for her amusement. Completely exposed, at her mercy, I shook with excitement as she ran hands over my ass and thighs.
Emily continued to giggle next to my Goddess. "I love how it twitches, Mistress!" Eyes wide, she knelt down at her feet, grinning as Zara smiled.
"Would you like to tease him for a bit, my dear? While I get some things ready?"
Emily grinned all the more. "Yes please, Mistress Zara." A hand gently patted her head, followed by a deep kiss on her lips. With permission, Emily scooted closer, her tongue now running up and down the shaft of my cock, lingering to flick against my sensitive head.
My entire body shook, feeling as if I'd instantly cum, terrified I'd do so without the permission of my Goddess. I wasn't the only one who had been trained these past six months though, Emily knowing every one of my tells, able to keep me on edge for hours at the request of her Mistress. A task she was far too eager to do, listening to me whimper in agony, left tantalisingly close to my orgasm, yet unable to experience it.
