Obedient

I understand now. I know my place. I thought I knew it before, but I didn't really. I only wish I hadn't fought this for so long, because I am finally happy. Totally at peace. All along my Goddess knew what was best for me better than I knew myself.

When Sophie comes down in the morning she is fresh from the shower. She cinches her robe tight around her waist. That is as far up her body as I can see, because I am already waiting where she wants me. I am on my hands and knees on the floor next to the breakfast table, offering my body up to her as the most eager chair in the room.

Sophie strides over to me and I can hardly breathe. All I can see are her tanned and toned legs, but it is enough. Being this close to her is overwhelming, even when I'm bowing at her feet.

"Chairs don't typically drool, Matthew," she chides.

"Yes, Goddess," I breathe. I close my mouth and try to shake off the hypnotic trance. I've been doing that a lot lately; losing myself when she is near.

Sophie sits down on my back. My knees and hands are already aching from waiting for her in this position all morning. Sophie does not treat me gently. She sits down like she would on any inanimate chair. All my joints are feeling it and I am in heaven. I quietly thank my Goddess for choosing me. She either doesn't hear me or doesn't see fit to respond. But why should she? After all, I'm literally just her chair this morning.

I hear Hannah come over and set a plate in front of Sophie. She's been awake as long as I have, preparing for Sophie's arrival. Hannah serves our Goddess by cooking and cleaning for her, usually in a skimpy outfit. This morning she is in a lacy, purple lingerie set.

I know that Hannah feels just as incandescent with joy as I do. In the moments when Sophie isn't around we talk to each other and confess our feelings. We both agree that we've never been happier. What started weeks ago as punishment for hooking up behind Sophie's back, has turned into a demonstration of our devotion to her.

I have a hard time reconciling what I feel now with the person I was just a few weeks ago, before Sophie corrected me. I remember stubbornly resisting Sophie's wishes, even when it was a hopeless endeavor. I remember how self-centered I was, focused only on my own joy and pleasure. That is all gone now. Thank Goddess. She is not simply my world, she is my entire universe and every molecule in it. I think, and live, and breathe for her. Hannah and I are a team now. We live to serve her and we are in heaven.

All these changes started a few weeks ago, when Sophie found her best friend, Hannah, and I hooking up. She was furious and rightfully so. I am ashamed that we betrayed her, but I also feel like it was a different man who did that to her. How could I have cheated on her? Instead of basking in the gift that was her teasing and denial of my desires, I went behind her back. Unforgivable. Except, somehow, she has forgiven me.

Before she was able to forgive us, she needed to correct us. I feel I have deserved every ounce of punishment and I thank her for it.

I remember that day so clearly. Sophie came into the room to find me squirting my cum all over Hannah who was on her knees in front of me. I have never seen her look so mad. She was standing over us still nude from fucking the man she had brought upstairs to her bed. Her wavy, brown hair was in disarray and her skin was glistening with sweat. She looked absolutely divine. I thought my heart was going to stop. Taking the full force of her anger in that moment felt like being an insect under the tread of a boot. I was absolutely flattened.

I think I started to stammer some excuse. Sophie silenced me with a gesture. "I'm talking now, Matt." Sophie crossed her arms, surveying the scene. "You are such a little worm, Matthew," she said. She threw the full weight of her will into her voice. And just like that I really was a worm. I lost control of my muscles. I practically oozed out of the chair onto the floor. I tried to move, but I couldn't really. The best I could manage was a limp wiggle. I tried to apologize and all that came out was a weak, wordless whimper.

"Go upstairs," she commanded, pointing towards the stairs, "I'll be up to deal with you later."

All I could do was scoot my knees under me and inch forward, bright red with shame. It took me nearly half an hour to make my way upstairs and by the time I did I was sweaty, panting, and sporting a wickedly painful erection.

I waited up there for a while before Sophie came up to find me. If anything, she was even more pissed. I wondered what she had done to Hannah, but couldn't ask.

"On your feet," she ordered. I clambered up as quickly as my sore limbs would allow. Standing in front of her, I couldn't take my eyes off the ground. My cheeks flamed with heat. It didn't matter that I stood several inches taller than her. My wife had reduced me to a groveling worm with a word. This short, tiny, gorgeous woman had me by the balls and I knew it.

Sophie gestured towards the bathroom, and without any input from me, my feet obeyed and marched in front of her. She swung open the shower curtain and told me to get in.

"Since you can't seem to control your pathetic dick, I think you need a nice cold shower to cool off." She smiled. "Grab the shower knob, Matthew." My hand reached out for it. "And turn it all the way to cold." My hand jerked to the right and with it a spray of icy water came down on my body. I yelped from the shock.

Sophie gave me an appraising look. "Hmm, it doesn't seem to have affected your little friend. How about this? Grab your little dicklet with your fingertips and stroke yourself until you come while you beg for my forgiveness. And then keep jerking it again and again until you finally get every last bit of spunk out. Maybe then you'll be thinking clearly."

I did everything she said. She stayed to watch me come the first time. I didn't take long at all. When I leaked out in the shower, she chuckled. "Ok, you keep jerking. I'm going to finish riding Mike's huge cock and then when I'm done coming on him, I'll be back to check on you."

She left me shivering in the shower, frantically beating off and unable to stop. I came so many times, listening to the noises she was making while getting railed down the hall. Eventually, I heard her come back to the bathroom. She let out a snort of laughter at the sight of me. I expect it was quite a sight to see me shivering and desperately beating off a limp dick.

"That's enough, Matthew," she said. My Goddess came over and pulled my face towards her. "Really look into my eyes," she ordered.

I fell hard into a trance. She leaned in close. "I'm done playing games with you. No more. You have nothing left in your little brain but your Goddess, ok? You live to obey me, serve me, and please me. You are my plaything and you think about nothing except the next chance you have to be played with."

I nodded. All other thoughts evaporated out of my head. I only saw Sophie and her intoxicating eyes. I only heard the sound of her voice and found it inescapable.

"Now, first order of business, you are going to go downstairs and find Hannah. She has a surprise for you. All you need to know is that you are so horny. It's overwhelming, but for whatever reason you just can't seem to get off, ok?"

"Yes, Goddess," I murmured, still in a daze. I felt the flames of sexual urges heat up my whole body. I followed Sophie's commands to the letter and the whole time I didn't have a single other thought occur to me. Praise Goddess.

And that's the way things have been ever since Sophie caught me and Hannah hooking up. She hasn't let up on us. She has been very creative devising punishments for me and Hannah. So I wasn't surprised when she came up with another way to torture us before leaving for the day.

"Hmm, Hannah. My chair seems to have a pathetic little boner. Since you love sucking its little dick so much, how about you take care of that for me?"

Hannah nodded eagerly and lied down on the floor under me. She was already pulling my sore cock into her mouth. Sophie came over and pulled my head up by the hair to look in her eyes. "Don't forget, Matthew. Chairs don't typically come either, do they?"

I shook my head. Sophie hadn't let me come since that day in the shower, which had been weeks ago. I couldn't remember what it felt like to not have blue balls. As desperate as I was to come, I knew it wouldn't happen anytime soon. Sophie just laughed at me, "You're learning!"

Hannah was in her own little world, happily sucking up the whole length of my cock. She was so good at it. I only wish it didn't end in frustration every time. Already I could feel an orgasm building. It would build and build and build until I went half-insane and Sophie took pity on me and gave Hannah a different task other than edging me. Then I would be left with the ache of full balls.

A few minutes later I heard Sophie come back downstairs and opened the front door. My mind was still very much on Hannah's mouth, but something caught my attention. Sophie yelped in surprise. I turned my head to hear better. I heard a deep man's voice, but I couldn't tell what he said.

From the other room, Sophie's voice had changed. I heard her say "Yes, Daddy." She sounded cutesy and sweet. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Then their footsteps came towards the kitchen and the man's voice said, "All right, why don't you introduce me to your friends?"