Author's Note: I'm going to start putting a disclaimer before these stories. This series leans into the humiliation aspects of femdom and mind control stories. This chapter is no more intense than the previous ones, but if that isn't something you want to read, you should back out now.
By the time Sophie came downstairs, it was almost noon. She looked like she had just woken up in her sweatpants and cropped t-shirt. For the entire night, I had been standing in the corner of the room unable to move. Every muscle in my body ached for release. I had made the mistake of begging Sophie for more than the reward she was offering. As a punishment she turned me into a lamp and left me there until morning. My wife is borderline omnipotent. Anything she tells me to do is an irresistible command. So when she told me to be a floor lamp for her, I was unable to do anything but silently stand in the corner of our living room.
"Matt, come here," Sophie commanded. My legs gave out underneath me. I was not used to having control over my legs and they were absolutely sapped of strength. Still, I had been waiting all night for a chance to throw myself at her feet and beg for her forgiveness, so I croaked out, "Yes, Goddess. Th-."
"Don't speak to me." Sophie cut me off. The words withered in my mouth. "I haven't given you permission to speak. Crawl over here." She pointed to her feet. I pulled myself over to kneel in front of her. "You can't speak until I give you permission. It's your tongue that gets you into trouble so I'm doing you a favor and locking it up until I find more productive uses for it."
I nodded. Sophie started pulling down her sweatpants, revealing her soft purple panties underneath. "You always look half terrified of what I might do to you and half desperate for me to walk all over you." I couldn't argue with that. Sophie could have me on the floor kissing her feet with a word and I mostly loved when she made me degrade myself.
Sophie pulled down her panties next and stepped out of them. She sat down on the couch, putting her pussy on display for me. It was almost too much to handle. She beckoned me over with one finger, "Oh look, I found something for your tongue to do. Eat my pussy, Baby." My body complied immediately. I crawled over to her, thankful for a chance to serve her with my tongue. She ran her fingers through my hair while I buried my face between her legs.
While I went down on her, Sophie continued, "You also don't feel tired anymore." I instantly felt refreshed and fully awake. "Of course, your body is still exhausted and if I push you too far, you'll pass out. There's nothing I can do about that. I know you have your limits, Baby, but I can't have my toy dozing off before I'm done with it." I felt so much joy at relaxing into the role of her plaything. I couldn't imagine anything better than devoting my life to fulfilling Sophie's desires.
"While I'm at it, you also don't feel hungry, or thirsty, or need to use the bathroom." One moment those were all aching needs that were going ignored for the sake of serving my Goddess and the next they evaporated completely. "You can deal with those things later. I think it's much more important that my needs are met. Don't you agree?"
I wanted to tell her that I agreed completely, but as hard as I tried I couldn't make a sound. Sophie laughed at my struggle. "What's the matter, Matt? Has my pussy left you speechless?" She paused to watch me try and fail to speak and then squeezed my head with her thighs. "Since you seem to be struggling, why don't you show me with your tongue?"
I put everything I had into pleasing her. "Good boy." Her praise made my cheeks flush red. I loved it and lived for it. "Baby," She said, running her fingers through my hair, "Go upstairs to the bedroom and wait for me. I want to use your cock." She grabbed my hair and pulled me up to look at her. "You should be on your knees at the foot of the bed when I come in." I nodded, thrilled at the idea of Sophie using me like a dildo to get herself off.
I did not want to stop going down on her, but my body got up and marched upstairs anyway at her command. I kneeled at the foot of the bed and faced the door. My cock throbbed with the anticipation of entering her pussy, but I would happily wait there on my knees for weeks for the opportunity to be inside her again.
Thankfully, Sophie didn't keep me waiting more than a few minutes. When she walked in the bedroom she was wearing lacy black lingerie. "You must feel like the luckiest man in the world, belonging to a goddess like me," She said, turning to show me how great her ass looked. I completely agreed. I wouldn't trade places with anyone.
She walked up to me, radiating power and beauty. "You're going to spend the rest of your life jerking off your little cock thinking about what I'm about to do to you. You should thank me."
I still couldn't make a sound no matter how hard I tried. She smiled, enjoying my struggle to control my own mouth. "Thank your Goddess."
"Thank you, Sophie. Thank you for using me."
"Get up on the bed." My body leapt to obey her. She crawled on the bed after me, looking incredible and overwhelming and entirely too much for me to handle.
