Suffering for the Goddess-Queen’s Pleasure

Winged Goddess imagines some of the pleasure she would enjoy as an ancient Egyptian Goddess:

The first blow landed on the slave’s backside with a loud clap. The blow was measured to inflict the maximum pain without cutting the skin. The pain was intense. It radiated from the point of impact to engulf the slave’s entire body. As soon as the pain from the blow subsided another blow was delivered with the same accuracy. Each blow was timed to keep the intensity of
the pain at the maximum…to keep the slave in extreme agony…there was no relief no respite. Blow after blow was placed…his body was consumed. He struggled against his restraints but it was useless…he was helpless; he could only endure.

Slowly the pain changed to pleasure. At the end of each wave of pain a wave of pleasure engulfed the slave body. Now
instead of dreading the next blow he craved it. He tried to push his buttocks out to meet the blow…he craved the pain now…craved the pleasure it delivered. He was lost in a crescendo of pleasure.

The Goddess-Queen noticed this change in the slave’s reaction to the whipping. She was pleased. She had hoped the slaved would respond in this fashion but she couldn’t be sure until this test. She licked her lips, pleasure began to surge though her body. …

The chosen one (II)

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  1. My prospective new Black Mistress

    So, said my prospective new Black Mistress, you want to be my white male slave do you. Well, if I am to accept you, then there are certain terms and conditions that will apply.

    You will be nothing more than property for me to use in any way I wish. When in doors, you will always be naked, with the exception of a dog collar round your neck, to which from time to time I wall attach a leach.

    When not in use, you will be housed inside a locked metal cage made of iron bars. Your food will be a mixture of meal left overs, kitchen scrapes, and cheap dog food.

    When out of your cage your food and drink will be supplemented by my waste products whenever I use you as a toilet.

    You will wait upon me hand and foot. You will at all times obey my commands immediately. You will never speak unless spoken to. If you wish to speak you will say “Please Mistress permission to speak”. However, only if I give my permission will you do so.

    If at any time I punish you, you will always afterwards thank me for doing so, and will continue until I tell you to stop.

    If all that I have said is acceptable to you, and you still want to be my slave. Then get down on your hands and knees, crawl forward on all fours up to my feet, and kiss them until I tell you to stop.

    I was overjoyed, and crawled forward to where She was sitting, and did exactly what She required.

    “That’s enough” She said. Now turn over and lie on your back with your head between my shoes.

    She then lifted Her left shoe, and placed it over my mouth, and ordered me to lick the dirt off the underside and swallow it.

    When She was satisfied with my efforts on Her left shoe, She exchanged it for the other one so that I could do the same on that also.

    She then stood up, and said. Your mouth must be very dirty, let me wash it clean for you.

    She then lifted Her skirt, removed Her knickers, lowered Herself down, so that Her pussy was directly over my wide open eager waiting mouth, and proceeded to wash all the filth from Her shoes down my throat and into my stomach.

    After She had finished, I thanked Her, over, and over again until She ordered me to stop.

    There are no words to describe the joy I felt at having my new Mistress using Her new slave in this way. The lovely tangy taste of Her golden nectar, Her kind and generous offering was simply out of this world, it was certainly out of Her, and now a part of me. Her seal of approval.

    My new owner than said, Is there anything you would like to ask me ?

    Yes please Mistress, I replied, so far all that you have done has given me pleasure, If I am to demonstrate my devotion, I must cost me something, I must experience pain.

    No problem She replied, follow me.

    She took me naked down into the cellar, fastened my wrists together, and secured them to a steel hook attached to the ceiling. She then separated my feet and clamped them to the opposite ends of a short wooden beam, after which She covered my mouth with several strips of sticky tape.

    All this was done in complete silence. She then left the cellar, and went back up stairs for a while. Leaving me strung up for an indefinite period to contemplate what She would do to me when at last She condescended to return.

    On the wall in front of me were erected two large full length mirrors, so that I could see Her behind me as She punished me. This was done with a broad leather belt.

    Again this was done in total silence, She never said a single word, and I could not make any sound due to the gag. The only noise to be herd was the sound of the leather belt as it struck my flesh

    She took Her time, She was in no hurry. there was as much as ten seconds between each blow. After She has given a dozen or more strokes, She left once more for an unspecified time, before returning to continue my punishment which hurt a great deal.

    However, the knowledge that I was completely helpless, unable to move, and totally in Her power for as long as She liked, was joy unspeakable.

    When She at last released me, I knelt down in front of Her, to kiss Her feet, and thank Her profusely for what She Had done.

    Only when She said “That’s enough” did I stop.

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