Part 3 – Like Learning to Ride a Bicycle
For those of you that have not read parts one and two, I hope you go back and read the first parts. This is a story about female domination of a man, but with an emphasis on male orgasm denial. Since orgasm denial takes some time to build up pressure, the story chronicles the man's initiation into orgasm denial from a Goddess that has lost her powers and only his cum can set her free. Enjoy.
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The day seemed to fly for Goddess and she thought about getting her power back. She decided that she was enjoying this too much and would need to focus on her goal more than her pleasure. This required planning for the evening ahead and the weekend that followed. She would have him for three days and by Sunday, perhaps sooner; she would be able to control men with her mind alone.
Once again on the limo ride to the restaurant de jour, she found herself thinking about her lives and philosophies. "Why did men like their asses licked?" It must be a control thing; a power thing and perhaps a feeling of conquest from having a woman do that. Her mind raced back to her first recollection of such things as the daughter to a whore and the women would wash the men to rid them of dirt and smells. The more advanced ones liked their asses licked. She recalled her first anal experience and how painful it was as she cried throughout the ordeal at the whorehouse with her mother looking on. She recalled all the asses that she had washed, watched or licked and it seemed so natural and normal based on her circumstances then, yet so absurd now.
As she had been reincarnated to better surroundings, the pattern continued and all of the King's concubines were educated in these matters. Fortunately, she had learned to relax as the times went on and she had her most intense orgasms with larger men taking her from behind while she stimulated herself in the front. At least the more sophisticated surroundings had better hygiene, although some of the orgies were brutal from large object insertions or ass to mouth combinations that seemed to delight the men.
These thoughts danced through her mind and she had both reminisced with herself and reflected on the good and the bad of it all. But in the end, she was energized by the thought of controlling this for her own good and to never have to take only what was demanded of her. These thoughts and the concept of dominating the male species was empowering in its own right. In the past she had been given magic powers to control the minds of men, but she was careful to hide that for many reasons. The Church, the male dominated society, etc. But the current times would be different in good and bad ways.
Current society was an information and communication blitz on anything unusual. She was not planning on being on the cover of the National Enquirer. This was important to consider for when her powers returned. While the past had limited communications if such things were noted, the current world moved at the speed of light. No, she would need to be careful about using her powers.
Perhaps a website, perhaps a book, perhaps lectures or a university position? Her powers could give her great wealth, while leaving all sexual activity up to her. Yes, this privacy would be needed to prevent her from being caught in the limelight. But she wanted to share the non-magical empowerment with as many women as possible and the web would allow that. She could be
Goddess Guinevere
or something similar and dispel the knowledge that way. She knew that there were millions that felt that men have controlled sex for too long and that it was time for the men to kiss (and lick) ass when told to do so.
Once again, she arrived at the restaurant and found ant at the bar. He looked casual and comely but exhausted and the bags under his eyes revealed a lack of sleep. Goddess strolled up to the last seat at the left end of the bar and ant positioned her waiting stool.
"How are you my pet?" she said, as she turned to scan the restaurant tables.
"Tired, didn't sleep much and the pain is quite distracting" he whispered into her left ear.
"What's the matter, feeling a little swollen," she whispered.
"Well" he said, "I have never been this swollen in my life, the drip goes on and it hurts to walk, to stand and it really hurts to bend over. My asshole is sore too. The pain from my balls is up into my lower abdomen. My hormones are going crazy, and the buzz in my body is like the hum of a motor as it races through my veins. Will you please relieve me this evening? Please Goddess, I'll do whatever you ask."
"Just what the doctor ordered," she thought. The bar tender came and asked if her Merlot, which ant had waiting for her, was all right? "Perfect" she noted with a visible, perhaps divine smile of satisfaction on her face and in her voice, as if she had just gotten an inheritance.
ant had reserved a corner table at this Italian restaurant and the white tablecloth provided a perfect cover. She instructed him to unzip his pants and she reached down and pulled his swollen member out. The condom was attached and she could feel the drippings in the tip as they gushed around. With a firm hand and little care for his comfort, she removed his right ball and flopped it over his zipper. He squirmed and moaned as she did this and she presented him with an ice-chilled stare. The moaning stopped as she pulled and wiggled the left testicle out of the trousers. A nice squeeze revealed that they were quite full and they had grown in the last three days.
"ant", she said, "remove the condom and hold it in your hand."
The waiter came and they ordered as ant appeared to have his hands in his lap.
"Now take your spoon ant and fill it with the contents of the rubber," she asked. He complied. "Now put the spoon on the table and replace and fasten the condom where it was before."