Evenings With a Young Bitch Goddess
Her personal ad was terse and titillating:
Bitch Goddess seeks part-time male slave and pain toy.
After much patience she found a male that fit her criteria. Good-looking and well built, very submissive and a pain slut.
Their relationship – the word seems almost too fancy – was very simple
Each day after work he went to her apartment, stripped of his clothing and prepared her supper. Then he waited at her door naked and kneeling with his head bowed.
Then, like a waiter, he served his young Mistress her meal.
Rarely was a word said. Only three statements were permitted to the servile youth:
Thank You, Mistress
Relaxing after her meal the slave was allowed to kneel at her feet in a ritual posture of submission.
If he had been allowed to look at her face he would see her lips curve into an anticipatory smile. For a time she held her need in check. Then the impulse out of her control …
She would grab his hair and slap him in the face or kick the clear lucite prison that confined his penis. The second part of the evening had begun.
It was always the same. He had a heavy leather strap. She whipped her slavew as with force and speed. Delighting in the red streaks forming across his skin. Happy in the whimpers he strove to suppress, the moisture around his eyes. She beat him until she until her muscles ached.
Lastly she pulled his head between her legs and allowed him to service her with his tongue. Some nights a tardy tear would alide across her thigh.
When is Mistress was satiated the part-time slave left without a word. To her mind he had ceased to exist.
And so it was five nights a week, every week.
On the weekend? Another story.
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Originally posted 2014-07-04 08:21:36.