Spanakopita. A difficult Greek dessert to craft, but here it was sitting on her plate after a perfectly roasted pork sage ragu. The Goddess inspected the pastry, checking every corner for imperfections. She had already decided to relieve the slave if any faults came up tonight. He stood beside the table waiting for her next command or reprimand. She took her fork and split a corner off the pastry, taking satisfaction on how the layers had a crunch but gave away to the slightest pressure. She took a bite.
Perfect.
"Slave," she had and would never refer to him by name. She had stripped any identity from him during the three years of service to her. "I desire devotion during my dessert."
The slave knew what the command meant and knelt and crawled beneath the table and to her seat. Keeping his hands behind his back he inched forward awaiting her open legs. They split, revealing her panties. Familiar with such demands, the slave pressed his face between her soft thighs and began licking the panties. The Goddess would let him know if she wanted him to slip his tongue beyond them. But for now, the barrier remained.
The slave performed cunnilingus; he did not eat her out. Such a lady required tact that the slave had to learn quickly. Harsh corporal punishments were met with disobedience, hesitation, and ineptitude. Free thinking was quickly beaten out of the slave. Now the only beating he received was for the Goddess's cruel entertainment.
The Goddess lived up to her name, the fanciest of dresses never looked good enough for her. She was draped in a gold lined white dress that had an isometric cut that she had draped between the legs for the slave's access. The face of the dress held designs of gold, straight lines that spread at her generous cleavage, with a half see through cover connecting to a collar of rings where the lines collapsed.
Parted raven hair straighter than a ruler fell down her back, looking deserving of a crown. Her face was one that could cripple anyone like a look, strong and high cheekbones, she had a face of dominance. A sexy librarian to be dreamt of, an English teacher with cleavage that made every boy hide an erection. Both couldn't compare to the seductive power she wielded.
The Goddess savored the dessert, and the tongue on her panties. Beyond physical and carnal pleasures, psychology was her favorite. Sex was simply a physical feeling, a tongue on her or dick slamming in and out. What truly aroused and satisfied her was the dynamic. She was denying the simple pleasure of even having contact with her. Having to please her from behind a fabric block. She loved seeing desperate men and women beg for her, she found chastity the easiest way to control simple minded individuals was through their genitals. They sought out pleasure, without it they were left to focus on how to release it, the key, and with her ownership of it, her. She owned more than this slave's cock; she owned his mind.
They both wondered where the Goddess's influence ended and the slave began. Truly, the Goddess didn't want to completely own the slave, she wanted some part of him, some tiny subdued part to be a scared boy, trapped by her influence infecting his life. But she knew that the odds were not in the slaves favor for the ownership of his soul.
The Goddess reminisced about the taming practices she had tried. Not just this slave, the ones before him. The first one she truly tried to enslave, he was an incredible fuck and she wanted to own it. Own him. She seduced him into chastity, and while he was opposed to it, months without release led to the best orgasm he had ever had. Still, he feared the cage, and the taint of what he was once able to do ruined the image for her. What she wanted was perfection.
The present slave continued his worship, the hardwood floor hurt his knees, but it added to pleasure on his end. If he wasn't a masochist before, he was now.
She had employed many practices to form and reinforce fetishes. Showing her approval when they were able to muster up the courage to bow to her whims. A gorgeous girl, with tits rivaling her own and a libido to match spent much time in her care. She did not take at all to chastity, she was used to being fucked multiple times a day, by multiple dicks and pussies. She would tear at the belt and the lock, beg and cry to be let out. Oh, the things the slave girl did to make the Goddess happy, hoping that with each smile, each orgasm, each new kink she took on maybe, maybe her Goddess would let her cum.
The Goddess saw little reason to ever give a slave what they wanted.
She was once grossed out by eating ass, she did it every day hoping her Goddess would unlock her. While her most sexually devoted slave, it was all selfish. She would have done for anyone who held the key, the Goddess wanted to be worshiped, not the key. When the Goddess let this slave go, she watched as the slave invited dozens of people to fuck her. At the end of the night, she was covered in more cum than the Goddess had ever seen on a person. The hunger that had grown under her care had broken loose, but there was no satisfying it. She still visits the slave, bringing friends and bulls to fuck her more.
Nearly finished with the dessert, the Goddess thought about her previous project. She had all but perfected the training practice. Luring the boy into her care, impressing kinks and fetishes upon the slave. Keeping them in chastity, no monthly milking or even anal orgasm for the whole two years he was in her care. To both of them, the slave's penis did not exist. The slave had taken well to the training, and they truly worshiped the Goddess, not the key. She had dismissed him because of the final step. She wanted to give the slave one last choice, one last chance to escape her, one last chance to give in completely. The choice had been between receiving the key, or the first and only chance to fuck her. Of course, the slave chose to fuck her. The Goddess had deemed this a mistake, reminded of the first slave and how the dynamic was tainted by the slave entering her. When she released him shortly after the slave sought out another owner, she had created a hole in him only she could fill and the slave needed something to patch him up.
Now finished, the Goddess watched her current slave worship her. She was close to an orgasm and could better let it overtake her now that the focus was solely on the slave's task. The slave felt the Goddess's watch upon him and did their best to bring her to orgasm. She blessed him with a hand, petting the hair of the slave. A rare occurrence of affection, the Goddess studied the slave understanding that there was a chance she could lose him tonight. But she did not care about losing the slave, more so the 3 years of training. The Goddess decided she wanted this one to be permanent, dedicating an additional year from the last slave to be blessed by her presence. She wanted it to stick, and those three years she spent finding a true test that would cement the slave's life.
The idea that the time was closing in, she would have this formed slave, one she had built, under her thumb forever brought her to orgasm.
She dismissed the slave so she could prepare. It was simple, she took her favorite chair and had the slave set two stands to each side. She removed the key from their necklace and placed it on the left, and on the right, she placed a gold lock.
The slave had two options, freedom from her care, or a night of unbearable teasing, CBT, and denial that would mark his total submission. The Goddess wanted no trade, she desired no lure to entrap him. The slave would choose devotion or freedom. Self-sacrifice or selfishness.
She wondered what life would be if he chose to leave. What 3 years of being broken down would do to him if he was released. The Goddess cast those thoughts aside, she knew the choice was already made. But she still wanted to add a layer of trickery, the slave was told and often reminded he would never cum in her care. So, she would present the choice with a falsity in it. Freedom and a blowjob, against self-denial and torture. Would the slave choose the obvious benefit to themselves, or dedicate their life to something greater.
