The next few months were a blur.
At home, Sarah continued to dominate me, not realizing that my willingness to acquiesce to anything she asked was a hypnotic compulsion.
It moved more slowly with her than with Tina and Janine, of course. After picking up on my interest in eating her out post-coitus, she eventually started to get more assertive. She'd ask me to pleasure her orally for much longer now, and would tie me up and tease me.
Eventually, Sarah asked me if I'd be her chastity slave. Of course I said yes, and once she'd fitted me with a chastity belt, things really ramped up.
The first night I got home after being belted, I'd come from a company dinner, so had been wearing and thinking about the belt for almost a full 24 hours. Sarah met me at the door wearing tight leather pants, a leather halter top, and sexy red heels. I'd never seen her in any of these, but she looked amazing. Sarah's got a perfect bubble butt, and the pants hugged it so tightly, I'd have been hard in a second if I didn't have the chastity belt on.
She grabbed me and kissed me, and then said, "so after a full day wearing that belt, I bet you really want to know how to earn your release, right?"
"Yes, please," I said.
"So first of all, from now on, you never get to say the name 'Sarah' again. To you, I'm 'Goddess.' Do you understand?"
"Yes, Goddess."
"Good. Now here are the rules. First, the second you get home every day, you are to take off all of your clothing. Go ahead and do it now."
"Yes, Goddess," I said, as I started to take off my clothes.
"You can be released from your belt for every thirty hours of service you give me. Does that sound fair?"
"Yes, Goddess," I replied, although I honestly wasn't sure it was.
"Good. To be clear, 'service' means going above and beyond. So eating me out isn't 'service,' it's just the proper thing to do. 'Service' is all about my leather. For every minute you spend with your mouth or nose on my leather, that counts as a minute of service. So why don't you demonstrate," she said, sitting down in the armchair, "by licking my leather shoes for five minutes?"
"Yes, Goddess," I said, kneeling and getting started. I licked both heels all over until she told me to stop.
"Good boy. Now, staying on your knees, lean forward and put your face in my crotch."
I did so, and Sarah took her wonderful thighs and wrapped them around my head, pulling my head forward with my hand. My nose was fully against her leather-clad crotch, and I could smell nothing but leather. Thankfully, there was just enough air near my mouth for me to breathe, but the air was musty, trapped between the couch and her leather-clad ass.
When she finally let me go, I was dizzy from inhaling that leather smell for so long.
"That was another five minutes," Sarah said. So you've only got 1790 minutes left!"
She took off the leather pants, followed by the leather g-string she had beneath.
"Now, eat me to orgasm," she commanded, and I did, enjoying the leather smell and taste as I worked on her.
When Sarah was satisfied, she tied me to the bed.