Goddess Katia

Copyright 2001 Lance Edwards

 

 

After a couple weeks of cajoling, my hot new girlfriend finally talked me into allowing her to tie me up and dominate me. The results were unexpectedly extreme.

 

I’d never tried anything the least bit kinky before. But teasingly persistent Katia is so gorgeous and vivacious that it’s impossible to deny her anything. Half Japanese, she has none of the meekness conditioned into the women of her homeland. Quite the contrary. Raised extremely wealthy in Southern California, she’s thoroughly American even to the extent of her fabulous body. Despite being quite petite at only five feet tall, she has remarkably oversized D-cup breasts. Full and yet taut, these are dark-nippled and breathtakingly upswept. Her waist is tiny, and her hips, flanks and ass all curve beautifully into it. Indeed every line of her calves and thighs is simply sublime. Besides her stature, the only obvious sign of Asian genes is in the shape of her huge green eyes and the iridescent sheen of her incredible hair. So black as to seem occasionally ultraviolet, this waist-length ‘luscious glory’ (to borrow a nadsat term) is as thick and full as it is lustrous and long. And although my goddess is always kind and sweet and honest and loving, she has a realistic appraisal of both her social status and considerable charms. In other words, she’s used to getting what she wants from men. And what she wanted from me was a helplessly tied up, meekly submissive victim for a lover.

 

Finally I acquiesced. And despite my qualms, the electric excitement that flooded through hot Katia at the moment of my submission was translated to me almost instantly.

 

Already I loved this incredibly special woman so much that any arousal in her became compulsory in me. I was short of breath, lengthening and thickening, as my fired-up lover promised me the most rewarding, thrilling, and deeply fulfilling experience of my life. Then she kissed me long and hard, and led me into her bedroom.

 

Honest Katia extravangtly kept her promise. I was told to strip naked, and to lie on my back in the middle of the bed, with a pillow under my butt and one under my head.  Katia disappeared into the wardrobe, and by the time she emerged I was situated as ordered. Already fully erect, my up-jutting cock strained and twitched more eagerly than ever at the sight of her.

 

Perched on stiletto-heeled shoes, she wore little else but black net stockings, with shiny chain garters hooked to a thin leather belt. Pointed gold spikes gleamed the circumference of this, as well as all about a matching collar. Between these sparkling circles she was beautifully bare, those unbelievable breasts boldly revealed. Yet that wasn’t all. Below a sexy diamond belly-ring, she was doubly bare: trimmed and shaved and blatantly available. As I said, my heart raced, my mouth went dry, and my cock went totally nuts. That poor organ throbbed all red and bobbed above the bed like a manic metronome, as my gorgeous girlfriend went to the dresser and collected up a half-dozen belts.

 

Grinning deliciously at me, Katia climbed onto her king-sized waterbed and pressed my knees together. Then she used her first two belts to tightly bind my ankles and thighs. Giggling, she slapped my bobbing cock a couple of times, then laughed outright at my uncontrollable cries. Then she forced my arms down against my sides, and bound them there with three more belts: one of them trapping my wrists at my waist, one about the elbows and belly, and the last one constricting my shoulders and chest. When she was finished, I lay there straight as a rail, with one big pulsing spike sticking up.

 

Perhaps, with time and effort, I could have escaped my bonds. Yet that thought never even entered my head. Despite my growing unease, Katia was simply the most beautiful, vibrant, provocative vision of unfettered sex appeal that I’d ever encountered. The second she swung over and straddled me I was hopelessly and forever entirely lost.

 

Her hot crotch squashed my erection flat. Wetting and pressing it with the groove of her sex, she nearly made me ejaculate prematurely. Grinning at me, wriggling on it, gorgeous Katia pushed a small plastic whiffle ball into my mouth. Naturally this had a cord running through it. Giant breasts jiggling in my face, she quickly secured this around the back of my head.

 

Oh great. Now as well as being bound I was effectively gagged: able to breathe and moan and keen through the hollow ball, but not make any more articulate sounds. Still I managed a perfectly recognizable I whimper of desperation, as Katia suddenly lay down atop me. Squirming her succulent body salaciously against mine, my beloved new mate began simultaneously driving me crazy and laying down a draconian law.

 

Stroking my face lovingly, slowly and exquisitely rubbing my crushed prick with her crotch -- and my bound chest with her enormous breasts -- Katia spoke down to me in an unanswerably stern yet devilishly playful manner that quickly had me hanging on her every word.

 

“I am your goddess now, slave. And you are my chosen one. You belong body and soul to Goddess Katia. Your only purpose in life is to provide her with any and every conceivable pleasure. Do you get it? From now on, Goddess Katia will do whatever she pleases with you. And you will not only readily accept her attentions, you will unfailingly beg her for more. Understood, slave? Nod with compliance then, and forever submit to my infinite mastery.”

 

Frantically I nodded, so insanely aroused by this bizarre, almost gothic scene -- not to mention the incomparably sexy woman writhing atop me -- that I would have agreed the sun was green. Katia smiled gloatingly down at this unconditional surrender, and then she continued to playfully stroke, relentlessly stimulate, and sternly instruct me.

 

“Good. Now then. As my lowly adoring subject, my blindly worshipping postulant, my utter eternal soul-slave, you will be needing a more appropriate name. From now on you will be known to your holy reigning goddess exclusively as ‘Slut-boy’.”

 

Blood rushed into my face, betraying my humiliation at this ridiculous appellation. Goddess Katia giggled. “Oh, look at the sissy blush! You’re such a cute little Slut-boy! However shall I decide how to begin enjoying you first?” Goddess made a show of pondering, then laughed once again. “I know! I’ll start at the top! Then I’ll gradually work my way down, until I can finally claim your bottom!”

 

Raising up a bit, she slid forward. Disappointingly released, my wet prick burned both hot and cold and waggled at her back. But then all at once her front fell forward, as gorgeous Goddess Katia buried my helpless face deep in the treasured bounty of her breasts.

 

There could be nothing else like this. Pinned down and tightly bound beneath her, my helpless head crushed in her arms, my new goddess twisted and squirmed and smeared her heavenly endowment against me. Firm, springy, delightfully yielding, those big hot bulbs of fatty breast-flesh were alternately squashed and ground tight against my face or slapped me briskly about. Amazingly protuberant, stiffened nipples scraped all over, poking my eyes and abrading my lips where they miserably gripped their cruel gag-ball. Soon breathing became increasingly difficult, but I wouldn’t have traded my place for anywhere else in the world. Every once in a while Goddess would draw back, jiggling her dangling, delicious melons right above my face. Taunting and tantalizing me, she’d allow me a minute of freer air, before once again using those fabulous breasts to slap, batter, squash, and bury me.

 

Perhaps this went on for twenty whole minutes. I don’t know; I was totally blown away. My erection remained ignored, a raging constant behind my goddess’ back. But even when she finally had her fill of breast-beating me, that pleading prick got no relief. Goddess Katia merely dropped my head back to the pillow and slid up higher on my body, until she could treat my face to the same thing my cock had got -- and now so wildly craved. Expertly she settled her tiny crotch astride my mouth, until her wet open lips met mine around the connecting ball. Then without further ado she began humping and squirming and bucking on my face.

 

Her weight crushed me into the pillow, and her hands pulled hard as they knotted in my hair. Copious secretions slathered my cheeks, and ran through the perforated ball-gag into my mouth. For what was surely at least a half an hour then, my glorious goddess humped away, fucking my face like a cheap little toy until she at last cried out a respectable beginning orgasm. Then she climbed abruptly off.

 

Tall taper candles burned on the headboard, and Goddess Katia seized one. Then she knelt beside my captive body and gave me an unsettling look -- one composed of faltering phony compassion being overwhelmed by unholy delight.

 

“Oh, we’re having so much fun already, Slut-boy! Don’t you think? But I’m afraid I’m going to have to hurt you a bit now. Really, it’s only fair. Didn’t you enjoy the way I just used my breasts? I thought you did. Well, now I want to enjoy yours! You’ve got such nice, big, soft red nipples. But unfortunately you also have all those disgusting hairs growing out around them. And that’s fucking gross. No slut of mine can be so hairy! Let me just clean you up a bit first. We’ll call this a baptism of fire performed by your holy reigning goddess!”

 

Holy Reigning Goddess performed her sacrament deliberately. Slowly, methodically, she ceremoniously used the bright yellow flame of her candle to completely singe away the sparse chest hair that she felt was dirtying me.

 

The heat of that flame, and the steady drip and fall of hot wax, inflicted a painful series of first-degree burns over much of one of my body’s most sensitive erogenous zones. Indeed I groaned and cried out miserably as she seared me clean. But once Goddess Katia deemed me fit for use, she finally lowered her fire.

 

Once again she straddled my bound form, granting me a physical intimacy that never fails to exalt me. Urgently erect, elevated a bit at the head and hips, I lay like a willing sacrifice beneath her: throbbing at attention on the altar of my goddess, rapturous as she descended upon me. Bathing me in her divine beneficence, Goddess began to soothe my burned nipples then by licking, sucking and tonguing them extensively.

 

Her touch was ambrosial, cool and wet, at least at first. But the more my goddess got into it, the hotter her mouth became. Her succor soon turned into an attack: a nipping, nibbling, pulling, scouring, vacuuming attack on my already wounded breasts.

 

My sizzling nerve-endings were being relentlessly stoked to the point of Armageddon. Equally agonized and exalted, I squirmed uncontrollably in my bonds. And then, intentionally or not, my goddess sealed my fate. Moaning with that contagious lust, she began once again humping and pumping with her hips. As she attacked my tits, her luscious body undulated against mine, repeatedly bumping her saddle and hole onto the straining head of my long-suffering pole.

 

Just out of reach for full penetration, this rubbing, bumping, kissing and sucking on the head of my greedy cock was predictably catastrophic. Neural overload eventually sent me into uncontrollable spasms. At a distance of less than an inch, I suddenly ejaculated quite prematurely all over Goddess’ glorious crotch.

 

Immediately her divine attentions ceased. She froze, bit me hard, and then her beautiful face rose from my burning left nipple to gleam devilishly down at me. She seemed almost fiendishly delighted that I’d disgraced myself.

 

“You did not have permission for that, Slut-boy!”

 

“No, Goddess Katia,” I mumbled into the gag. But of course these words were unintelligible.

 

No matter. I’ve learned since then that Goddess has a standing decree for this particular felony. The punishments are automatic and mind-boggling severe.

 

First she placed a pair of painful, chain-linked nipple-clamps onto my abused breasts -- further torturing those tender, burned and swollen nipples. Then she once again climbed up my body to straddle my face, and rub her juicy crotch on it.

 

Unfortunately, titillation wasn’t on her mind this time. She only wanted to smear the incriminating evidence in the most appropriate place. As soon as that unwelcome ejaculate thoroughly decorated my humiliated features, Goddess knelt next to me and picked up the last of her supple leather belts. She gazed somberly down.

 

“You know this is for your own good, Slut-boy.”

 

I nodded: miserable, resigned. But surprisingly, Goddess Katia suddenly smiled at me, and in a genuinely commiserating way.

 

“I truly am sorry, Slut-boy. I really do love you dearly. But I’m going to do my duty here, and properly train you into an acceptable subject. You’ve got a serious whipping coming both front and back for that despicable trick! Maybe after that you’ll get your timing back!” Goddess doubled the belt in her fist. Then straightaway she began to briskly whip my crotch with it.

 

Still tingling a bit with the power of my recent orgasm, my spent genitals suddenly burst into flame. Harder and harder Goddess Katia slashed her doubled strap against both my sex organs and the surrounding flesh: creating welts and bruises that immediately superseded my mild burns as sources of concern. After perhaps less than ten minutes of this, I was truly in blinding agony. Yet I didn’t need sight to perceive how excited and turned-on my glorious goddess was becoming. I could tell she was flushed and avid, approaching another orgasm with no more physical goad than the relentless rhythm of wielding her whip. And of course, my goddess being turned on turns me on. Soon I found myself in an insane state of both excruciating pain and teeming lust. Tears streamed down my face, and I sobbed helplessly into my gag, but my guilty cock actually began to twitch and stiffen under its punishment. Seeing this happen, my goddess did reach her orgasm, shrieking with glee as she flailed away at me, delivering one last frantic flurry of blows that rendered me both a mottled purple-black and fully erect. Only then did my punishment pause.

 

Goddess’ hand caressed my swollen, wounded flesh. Then she leaned over my face and began kissing away my tears, lovingly consoling and reassuring me.

 

“There, there, Slut-boy! You’re still alive. And that’s half your whipping finished already. Better yet, it looks like your naughty little penis is finally starting to learn its lesson. I’m so proud of you! Here, blow your nose, sweetie. It’s destroying your beauty.”

 

She held a handkerchief for me, and at last I managed to stop sniffling and whimpering. I blew, and Goddess tidied me up in the most benevolent manner.

 

“There,” she smiled. “Now I can roll you over and take care of the other half!”

 

Goddess got another pillow, and positioned it right next to the one propping up my butt. Then she gripped me by the shoulder and thigh and deftly flipped me over onto it.

 

I was facedown, cheek pressing the coverlet while my hard-on was mashed into the firm but soft and oh-so-smooth silk feather pillow elevating my hips. With my butt thrust up I made a perfect target, and once again the punishment resumed.

 

At first my goddess stroked away just like before, at close range with the doubled-over strap. This hurt like hell of course; but at least back there the flesh was thick, and the nerve endings not nearly so profuse. Surely aware of this, Goddess Katia soon changed tactics.

 

This sixth belt was by far her longest and thinnest, and she’d clearly saved it aside for that reason. When she finally dropped the perforated end and gripped it solely by the buckle, it became a beautifully supple and incisive single-tail whip. She backed up a bit on the bed to give herself more room. Then my goddess began flinging her entire lash: slicing into my upthrust ass, painting it with livid excruciation.

 

Still my dick was hard against the pillow, and my every downward cringe crushed it more. Strangely, despite unprecedented agony that kept me screaming into the coverlet, I somehow remained perversely aroused, even exalted once again. Endorphin overload made me high, and the grunts and cries of Goddess’ holy transport were more arousing than any hormone. So stimulated and gratified was I by the fact of her sexual pleasure that eventually I even began to raise my hips to those slashing, flaying blows.

 

Facedown and tightly bound, I squirmed and humped atop the pillow, alternately pleasuring my erection and lifting my ass, reveling in each stroke of my wonderful punishment. Masochistically avid, I writhed like this for Goddess only knows how long. Until both my butt and the belt were bloody, at least, Goddess had had another shrieking orgasm, and I was again on the verge. Only then did she at last drop her whip, climb from the bed and head into the nearby bathroom.

 

Blinking through my tears, watching in the mirrored headboard, I saw her return with a warm washcloth and a bottle of lotion.

 

Once again Goddess Katia was sweet and kind and loving as she tended to me.

 

She teased and complimented me as she cleaned my wounds, and the way she rubbed the soothing lotion over and into my entire ass made my hard-on throb harder than ever. Then even into my anus ran the slippery liquid, followed by my goddess’ probing, stroking finger. I gasped and twitched even harder at this, and gave a long sigh that smacked of loss when it withdrew. But then right away something cold and tapered and metal pressed in. I gasped, and clenched up, as panic ran through me.

 

“Relax, Slut-boy. Don’t worry.” Goddess stroked me soothingly. “I’m not going to fuck you. I know you aren’t ready for my strap-on yet. That’ll take a while. You males always have so many macho hang-ups to deal with first. You poor fools can’t handle the incredible pleasure of a good butt-fucking even when it’s a gorgeous woman doing the fucking. But luckily I’ve found most males to be trainable. Wearing this vibrator for a while should help to get you started.”

 

Once again that hard insult pressed in. I couldn’t relax, I couldn’t not worry, but at least I managed to unclench my muscles, and remain obediently submissive as I was violated. Six inches of cold cylindrical metal slid into my rectum, stretching and filling me painfully. At last that insidious phallus was securely lodged, with only a bit of handle protruding. Goddess turned a small dial on it then, and immediately a hot electric buzzing arose.

 

I groaned in unexpected pleasure as that heat spread out, further stoking the already raging fire in my loins. As Goddess suddenly rolled me back over onto my original pillow, that inch-thick vibe stayed firmly in place and my emphatic erection waggled and throbbed and strained skyward.

 

“There! You see Slut-boy? It’s working already. Either that, or your punishment has been as good for you as I said it would be. I don’t think I’ve ever seen your penis more erect!

 

“In fact,” she stroked and fondled that black and blue and raging red monster, “I don’t think I care to trust you with it. I’m about to reward you, both for your great wisdom in choosing to serve me, and for your reasonably graceful acceptance of the first stage of my never-ending but oh-so necessary punishment. It would be terribly ironic if you failed me again in the middle of this, no?”

 

Goddess Katia produced a black satin ribbon. Smiling possessively, she used an ornate bow to tie this tightly about the base of my cock and balls -- ensuring that my raging erection would stay that way indefinitely. Then she gleamed with pure glee and began playing with me.

 

Goddess kissed me, savoring a bit of leaking sweetness. She caressed me. She closed me in her fist and slowly pumped me, pulling down hard at the same time. Then she began to jerk me faster, jacking me briskly until I moaned uncontrollably and began squirming in my bonds. Yet this was but a mere harbinger, the simplest trick in her cruelly extensive cock-teasing repertoire.

 

She began twisting me, slapping me, squeezing me: ever more roughly abusing me. Mixing these painful tortures with ever more arousing pleasures, Goddess rubbed me against and between her big firm breasts until only the imprisoning ribbon kept me from shooting out forcefully all over them. Then once again it was back to even worse abuse, before at last came the ultimate escalation.

 

Finally she battened on me, licking and sucking and vigorously fellating me: grunting with savage joy as she impaled herself. Squeezing and twisting my balls, she bobbed and gobbled and slurped and sucked on my greatest erection ever until I writhed madly beneath her, and wept at the combination of surpassing pleasure and pitiless frustration. I was literally out of my mind when she finally pulled me out with a pop and declared the foreplay over.

 

Enormous green eyes shining with zeal, Katia smiled like a sunrise and swung her body back astride mine. “Okay, Slut-boy. Here comes your reward!” Straddling my hips, she slipped my swollen glans expertly across her clit and into the hot wet heaven of her vagina. Then she sank down onto me, crying out her pleasure as every inch of rigid shaft slid up inside her tight little body.

 

I thought I was out of my mind before? I thought I’d been getting great sex from Katia for weeks? How sheltered I clearly was! The way she suddenly launched herself into this copulation blew my every previous sexual experience completely away.

 

Whether leaning back with her breasts bobbing beautifully on her ribs or crouching forward with them dangling and dancing madly in my face, petite and mobile Goddess Katia built and sustained a greased-lightening rhythm that I swear was superhuman.

 

Obviously she deserved her title. I was immediately in a state of rapturous awe (as well as hormone overload), but once again even more arousing than her physical attack was the psychic demand of her transcendent need. The flushed hue of her skin, the deadly sharpness of her nipples, the tight curl of her toes, the raging heat of her sex and the escalating pitch of her cries all testified to the (so far) unprecedented height of her arousal. Carried by this carnal crescendo far beyond any conceivable threshold, my own desperate sex organs spasmed and shuddered non-stop, as orgasm after orgasm struggled against that black satin ribbon and lost.

 

Not a drop of semen escaped me. Yet the denial of my climax undoubtedly served the many that my goddess soon reached herself much the better. Riding her captive slave to and through unimaginable realms of heaven, Goddess Katia shrieked and shivered out so many Olympian peaks in the hour or so that she clutched and crushed and used me that I lost count. There was only the inevitable and repeating escalation of screams, the impossible increase in her already manic pace, and the clenching and undulating of her vaginal walls, as she constantly mocked and multiplied the spasms of my own cruelly frustrated failures.

 

Finally, after a relative eternity and one last sky-scorching orgasm, my Goddess slowed her seemingly supersonic pace, dropped back to Earth, and finally stopped atop me. Still tightly clutching my hips and dick with the vise of her crotch, she panted, smiled, and dripped sweat on me until she finally got her breath back.

 

“How was your reward, Slut-boy? Did you enjoy it?”

 

Naturally I nodded emphatically, my raging erection still throbbing inside her and that hot buzzing vibe still thrilling electrically through me. Omniscient, my goddess immediately referred to this. “Well, now I want my reward. And you’re not going to come until I get it. You know exactly what I mean, you little Slut-boy!

 

“How does that vibrator feel? Good? Is that what’s keeping you so incredibly hard? It’s not my ribbon at all, is it? It’s being anally penetrated that’s turning you on so much. Having your tender little prostate constantly massaged. That little nubbin is like a male g-spot, isn’t it? The more it gets stimulated, the more and more explosively you’re going to need to come. So how about it, Slut-boy? Are you ready for me yet? No? I’m definitely more than ready for you. I can’t wait to experience the incredible pleasure of anal sex.” So saying, Goddess slid up and down on my rock-hard cock, redundantly ensuring my lubrication. Then at last she lifted off it -- if only for a second. And when she came down atop that swollen pole again, it was her holiest hole of all that opened to accept me.

 

Goddess Katia groaned exquisitely, as my red-hot erection slowly squeezed itself inside her sainted anus. The compression on me was unbelievable, so surely the penetration must have been correspondingly intrusive for her. Deep inside a woman’s ass for the very first time, I cried out unintelligibly (but wholly recognizably) in combined arousal, excitement, and redoubled carnal frustration. Then I braced myself for what inevitably followed: a repeat of that previous impossibly driven copulation.

 

This time the muscles gripping me were stronger, tighter. The conflicting pleasure and need were more intense, and the passions that drove my mounted goddess even more flaming than before. If she’d been a deity of lightning fucking me with her cunt, then she blazed like Ra the sun goddess using her ass. By the time she’d ridden out yet another succession of spectacularly crackling flares, I was running with sweat myself and left weak and limp in every muscle but one.

 

Still my captive hard-on burned like a rod of white-hot steel. Still my balls churned and boiled like a cauldron. And still my head swam with a stew of adrenaline, endorphins, and other potent hormones continuously accumulating with no possiblity of release. Desperately I gasped for sense and breath. Utterly conquered, this time I was helpless to resist when once again my mounted goddess put me to the question.

 

“Did you see how much incredible fun that was, my stubborn little Slut-boy? Could you possibly count the number of times I climaxed with a big hard dick stabbing into my ass? And I don’t even have a prostate gland! Now you simply must face fate, and nod for me to don one of my many beautiful strap-ons. Then I will allow you to come like the gods themselves!”

 

Wearily, reluctantly, miserably I finally did as I was told. I was desperate for any chance to empty my balls, and end my frustrating ordeal. But when Goddess cheered with glee at my submission, and fell upon my face with dozens of grateful kisses, that inescapable arousal spiked yet again.

 

Painful and shameful or not, surely anything that excited and fulfilled my goddess this much, simply had to generate an equal or greater sympathetic response in me. And at the very least, Goddess had promised to finally allow me to ejaculate. With the exception of my wonderful goddess’ every pleasure, nothing had become more necessary to me.

 

Still exuding an exhilarating anticipation, Goddess Katia slid off my insistent erection with another pop! She crawled next to me up to the head of the bed, and opened one of the eight compartments bracketing the wide mirror set into her huge bed’s mahogany headboard. A jumble of vibrators, dildoes, and various harnesses fell out, and Goddess spoke teasingly to me as she crouched by my face and sorted through them.

 

“What I’d really like to wear are my penis pants. I’ve got these skimpy, flesh-colored, skin-tight latex short-shorts with a big twelve-incher built right into them. That huge cock is totally life-like, with a killer vibrator inside. Not only that; the balls are connected to a deep inner probe that fills me up. That way every stroke I give you also fucks me. But you’re not ready for that much cock yet, and it wouldn’t go with my outfit. Here! This one will look great on me, and it’s small enough to gently break you in.”

 

She smiled down compassionately. “I will be gentle with you, Slut-boy. At least at first. Remember, I love you deeply and dearly and forever. I want everything I do to you to be extremely rewarding to us both. Later, when you’re ready for it, I will be as ferocious and demanding as you can stand -- and then some. But for now I’m sweetly initiating my virgin slave into something that currently scares him, but will ultimately provide him with a lifetime of surpassing fulfillment.”

 

I was scared all right. Despite my competing enervation and arousal, a cold coil of panic spun rapidly inside me, as Goddess held up her choice and then began strapping it on.

 

The black harness of leather and plastic perfectly matched her collar and garter belt. The three minimalist straps boasted the same glittering gold spikes, and the curved triangular base plate was gleaming jet, and perfectly molded and cushioned to cup and protect her holy mons venerus. Yet cast of the same black plastic, indeed all of a single molded piece, it was of course the lordly dildo itself that sent tremors through my gut and shivers down my spine.

 

She said that was small? She considered fucking me with that to be gently breaking me in? The slightly curved shaft alone was over an inch and a half thick, and it was further ribbed everywhere with bulging veins. After perhaps eight inches of this, it swelled without foreskin into a bulbous, beautifully realized head the size of a heron’s egg. At its longest and widest, my goddess’ cock must have been nearly ten by two full inches.

 

Right in front of me, perhaps a foot from my gagged, goggle-eyed face, Goddess Katia knelt and donned her fearsome strap-on. Breathing heavily, giggling excitedly, rashed out in wonderfully marbling goosebumps, she had it firmly secured in seconds.

 

As she’d suggested, it looked stunning on her: a perfectly integral accessory that blended seamlessly with her stockings, garters, belt, collar and chains. It even went with her enormous breasts: balancing out somehow her tiny waist and crotch with that spectacularly opulent top.

 

The thought suddenly flitted through my head that she probably did look even better, more symmetrical and imposing both, wearing just the rubber penis pants she’d described and nothing else. The incredible size, simulated balls, no straps or buckles with skin-tight latex effortless blending into flesh... As Goddess posed next to me, stroking my cheek and brow with one hand and her hard cock eagerly with the other, my burning arousal at last vanquished my shame and fear.

 

I still felt weak, cowed and uneasy. But the churning volcano in my groin and the glorious spectacle of my ravishing goddess’ ravening need had me once again straining desperately at that strangling satin ribbon. After giving me five more seconds to behold her glory and contemplate my fate (all that either of us could possibly endure), Goddess Katia rolled me onto my side. Leaving one pillow in front of me, she tossed away the one blocking access to my butt. Then she got down behind me and began releasing my legs from their belts.

 

Once they were free, she bent the top leg up. I felt her hand down between them, and then that hot, buzzing cylinder was stilled, twisted, wriggled, and slowly withdrawn. In its aftermath, I felt cold and sore and uncomfortably empty. But not for long.

 

First the nozzle of the lotion bottle took its place, and creamy, greasy liquid squirted up inside me. It almost felt like--

 

But then my goddess moved up close, snuggling against my backside. “Bend a bit at the hips, sweetie,” she breathed at me. “Give me your virgin ass!”

 

The husky throb of her voice was powerfully arousing, the command in it even more so. I blindly complied, pushing back against her. I felt her quick intake of breath, her fingers spreading me and guiding herself, and then that big hard knob pushed in.

 

I gasped in pain, feeling my erection twitch avidly. Still she pushed forward, driving that bulbous head and more and more of the wickedly ridged shaft inside. It stretched me, it filled me; it split me down the middle. It hurt worse than anything. But for some damned reason it also quickened my already considerable arousal.

 

It quickened Goddess’, too. She hissed at me, holding my hips and thrusting forward, using a strength I didn’t know she had to confidently take me. “Oh, you are so mine, Slut-boy! From this moment forward your ass belongs to me! Doing this to you makes me so fucking hot that nothing in the universe will ever keep me away from it! I hereby claim your cherry, slave, and exclusive rights to your bottom for all time!”

 

Perhaps she was only halfway in. The vibe had touched me deeper, but Goddess’ cock was of course much thicker, and not smooth. My teeth were biting down hard on the whiffle ball, and I was snuffling and keening through it uncontrollably. Sensing that I’d reached my present limit, Goddess paused. Stroking my flank soothingly, she murmured sweet nothings into my ear and allowed me a moment to adjust. Then her hand slid low on my belly and she thrust herself deeper.

 

Again I gasped, and released an inarticulate little cry. Again my pounding erection strained forward, and my head swam with agony, arousal, and shame at what was being done to me. I felt like I’d sat atop a baseball bat, and was being fatally skewered. But there was nothing I could do about it. I was then and forevermore at my goddess’ tender mercies.

 

Luckily she remained tender: once again giving me soothing encouragement and time to adjust. But the flame of lust raging within her couldn’t be damped forever. Satisfied with the preliminary depth she’d achieved, she soon began butt-fucking me proper: pulling back and thrusting forward, sliding in and out of me and pushing herself a wee bit deeper with each stroke. I cried out at this, and quivered, and felt my own frustrated cock throb hard in sympathy, as Goddess Katia settled into a smooth, pneumatic rhythm.

 

She pumped away at me, and gradually the pain lessened -- or merely translated itself into even greater arousal. Goddess’ right hand knotted in my hair, her hot breath scalding the back of my neck, her own moans of excitement and gasped commands thrilled me despite myself. I pushed my butt back further into her strokes, welcoming the sudden increase in agony, as she finally bottomed out.

 

Her entire ten inches had found their way in, and her crotch-plate and pelvis slapping against the raw welts covering my ass became an added delicious torment. Satisfied that I was at last properly accepting her, Goddess Katia picked up the pace, spooning ever more vigorously with me in her huge, mirrored waterbed. Then along with her constant whispered urges and orders to “Take it, Slut-boy, take my cock; take it all!” she again began using her free hand on me as well. From stroking and caressing my hip and flank, or pressing in on my lower abdomen, she suddenly reached up and yanked off the nipple clamps she’d placed on me an eternity ago.

 

My tits had long since gone numb from lack of blood. But now they flamed back into excruciating life. Burned, pinched, deeply indented, they responded to Goddess’ urgent rubbing, twisting and squeezing with a new flood of sensation that had me writhing again in an insane masochistic transport. Feeding on my all-too obvious agonized arousal, Goddess fucked me harder yet and at last reached down to fondle my erection.

 

Once again I would have come without the ribbon. I don’t know if Goddess was right about the effects of prostate massage or if it was my own increasingly perverted libido, but once again I was churning within: a capped volcano desperate to blow. Higher and higher climbed my frustrated need, as Goddess Katia plowed relentlessly in and out of me and simultaneously gripped and pulled and pumped on my captive organ.

 

Our dueling arousals fed on each other. My groans and cries and grateful tears, and Goddess’ whistling breath and panting exhortations, built upon each other until I thought I could stand it no more. With every thrust into my ass, she pulled back hard on my dick, simultaneously painfully filling me up and giving me an exquisite simulation of entry. I was sobbing and raging, agonized and avid, dying and just barely being denied entrance to heaven when at last her hand dropped down, grasped the trailing end of the ribbon, and suddenly pulled free the bow imprisoning me.

 

I should have come right then. But Goddess Katia didn’t give me a chance. She pulled out, disrupting our rhythm, and suddenly shoved me over onto my face. Once again I found myself prone, with my arms still locked down snugly at my sides and my erection mashed into a feather pillow elevating my ass.

 

Quickly Goddess rolled atop me. She split my legs out painfully wide and knelt between them. Less than ten seconds after she’d popped out of my hole she was stabbing her way back into it. Only this time our respective postures gave her an advantage she hadn’t had before, and she zealously made the most of it.

 

Soon she was spearing up into my body with a speed and fury that put my own best efforts at fucking to humiliating shame. She got herself considerably deeper too, quickly becoming as ferocious and demanding as she’d threatened to earlier. I moaned, I groaned, I grunted, squealed and sobbed, as Goddess Katia’s jackhammering frenzy both gored me to the core and simultaneously rubbed my erection backwards and forwards on the frictionless silk beneath it.

 

Unrestrained now, my prick quickly began building back up toward the explosion that I’d been so cruelly denied for so very long. But then suddenly my Goddess Katia once again grabbed me by the hair, and yanked my head back.

 

Staring straight ahead, I could see into the headboard mirror now.

 

Past my flushed, tear-streaked, ball-gagged face, past my goddess’ fist clenched in my hair, past even my upthrust welt-covered buttocks, I could see my holy goddess herself. Her shapely hips pumped feverishly, driving that big black monster maniacally into me. Her diamond belly-ring flashed and winked, her huge breasts bobbed like fruit on a bough, her sable tresses danced like mad and her face was a fearsome study in divine estrus. Teeth bared, cheeks flushed, nostrils flaring with exertion, she was gorgeous and driven, terrifying and arousing beyond anything I’d ever dreamed. As her huge, blazing green eyes met mine in the mirror she began to scream and peak at once.

 

 “Ah, ah, ah, AH! Oh yeah, Slut-boy, oh yeah, ah, AH AH AH! Oh, yeah, I’m going to come yet again! It never fails! This is my absolute favorite thing in the entire universe to do: loom over a captive...helpless...moaning...groaning...grunting...squealing slut of slave and butt-fuck the holy shit out of him! I’m going to do you like this FOREVER, Slut-boy! Come on then, bitch! Do it! Come with me now! Come your brains out! Blow that load! You know you want to! Now’s the time! Come like it’s your last orgasm ever!”

 

My Goddess’ command was absolute. Of course, her least arousal was as compulsory to me as always. And if Goddess Katia at climax had been chain lightning before, and then the runaway nuclear fusion of the sun, she was a star-shattering supernova this time. Driven past the event horizon by her apocalyptic cock, I took perhaps a picosecond to comply. Then for an orgasmic eternity I spasmed and shuddered and spurted hot star-stuff, as Goddess blazed and shrieked and hammered out the throes of her own apotheosis. Only when all of our energies were absolutely spent did she at last slam as deep inside as possible and collapse atop me.

 

Her hot exhalations seared me. Her dense mass filled me and her heavenly breasts squashed wonderfully against me. Facedown, splay-legged, we lay stacked together in quivering aftermath for at least ten minutes. But at last my goddess arose, pulled out of her just-created, just-claimed black hole and climbed off me. Rolling me once more onto my back, she again straddled my body. This time she settled her weight up high on my chest, so that her gigantic penis jutted out right into my face. Looming over me and smiling down, she cleaned and stroked it lovingly.

 

“Did you enjoy that, Slut-boy? Did you absolutely love it? I think you did!”

 

She reached behind herself, picked up the soiled pillow and displayed the evidence. Guilty as charged, I could only fight for breath, and gaze dazedly up at her. Nevertheless she nodded, as though I’d admitted to everything. She smiled possessively.

 

“I knew you would. I’ve always known you were a sissy at heart, and ripe for my easy conquest. Now, do you want me to continue to rule over your body and soul, to own, punish, and above all fuck you like that, forever and ever amen? Nod for me, Slut-boy.”

 

Utterly vanquished, careless of the consequences, I complied. Goddess Katia’s smile in response was priceless. She leaned ecstatically down and kissed me repeatedly. When she sat back up, her eyes were shining like emeralds in the sun.

 

“Excellent! Absolutely wonderful! Wonderful for you; wonderful for me. In that case, we’ll be getting married on Monday, my eternally obedient, utterly submissive house-husband.”

 

I blinked a brief disconcertion at this. Huh? What had I gotten myself into? But as always with Goddess Katia, resistance was futile. I had no choice but to lie there properly quiescent beneath her and pay ever more dismayed attention as she proscribed my future.

 

“I’ve got a rather complicated pre-nup and some other papers all ready for you to sign. Congratulations, Slut-boy! Of course, legally you will be taking on both your new first name and my last name. But that’s not really significant. We both know who you really are. You’re my adorable, beloved, tasty little sissy-slave Slut-boy!”

 

More kisses interrupted this, covering my face and swelling my heart. But then the telling of my fate resumed.

 

“Now then, I’ve already picked out the diamond ring you’ll be buying me, and the wedding bands, and they’re absolutely fabulous. That should use up the last of your funds; so then you’ll be completely dependent upon me. And of course, certain of your submission, I also picked up a couple of engagement presents for you, my lovely, adoring little subject. A pair of intensely personal reminders of exactly who you are now, and to whom you entirely belong.”

 

Goddess Katia reached up, and opened another compartment in the headboard. Then first she withdrew a black leather spike-studded dog collar similar to her own. But this collar was wider, and had a locking buckle. Goddess held it out before me, and I saw that on either side of the attached leash-ring, two engraved gold tags clearly read ‘Slut-boy’ and ‘Property of Goddess Katia’.

 

I gulped weakly. But I didn’t even dream of trying to resist as she buckled and locked it about my throat.

 

“There,” she smiled, smugly pleased. “I’ve already destroyed the key. Now you are wholly and forever completely mine. But just to make doubly sure...” She reached back into the open compartment. And this time she produced a small, shiny, gold and jeweled chastity cage.

 

Nodding apologetically at my shocked expression, she explained. “Your penis is now entirely mine too, of course. And as such, I get to decide when and how or even if it ever gets used again. And I have decided.”

 

She tried and failed to hide a devilish grin.

 

“I hope you had fun today, Slut-boy: being so erect for so long, and getting to ejaculate twice. Because I’m afraid that all of that is over for you from now on. You see, like the collar, once I lock this cage onto you, it never comes off. Do you remember, when I was butt-fucking the holy shit out of you just now, how I told you to ‘come like it was the last time ever’? Well, it was, Slut-boy.”

 

Pitying my horrified expression, Goddess averred.

 

“Now I admit, I’ve enjoyed using your cock today, and even the last rather boring two weeks. But I can live the rest of my life just fine without it. Just constantly cornholing you, whipping you raw and riding your face, will be good enough for me. Especially once I introduce you to some more of my toys, like the bullwhip, tight pink penis pants, and my big double-dildo gag. And really, I’m going to enjoy keeping you terminally horny and deprived so much more than I ever did just riding or sucking on your cock!”

 

Her eyes misted with pleasure. “Oh, Slut-boy, the way you were suffering so exquisitely just now, before I finally pulled that satin ribbon, was so arousing to me that I thought I’d never stop coming. I simply have to keep you squirming and burning that way forever!” Goddess Katia gradually came back to Earth, and laughed gaily at my goggling dismay. Then she went on, as sweetly compassionate and commiserating as always.

 

“Besides, Slut-boy, you should have realized already, in this holy goddess’ wonderful universe, it’s her glorious cock that gets to do all the fucking!

 

“After all, today you pretty conclusively proved that your pathetic little penis is patently unworthy. And I proved that mine is quite obviously divine! It is this shameful difference, Slut-boy, this fundamental guilt that truly holds you in my eternal service. And I don’t want you to ever, ever for a second forget that. So now I’m going to lock this beautiful, expensive antique Japanese penis cage onto you, and fill the keyhole with solder. Someday you will be buried in it with love and honor! Then I’m going to roll you back onto your face. Then, after I see to one more important detail, I’m going to pick back up right where I just so recently left off: demonstrating and celebrating my total eternal dominance over you by relentlessly slamming my rock-hard cock deep up into your tight, sore, precious little pleasure-hole!

 

“So don’t despair. Look on the bright side, my beloved subject, postulant, lowly eunuch slave and soon-to-be-legal mate. You will never, ever have another orgasm, or even an erection again. But you’ve still got a long, long, long night (not to mention life) of brutal-ass, balls-on, all-out butt-fucking ahead of you, Slut-boy! So enjoy it, my cute, sexy little slave!” Goddess Katia laughed gaily at me once again.

 

So I was condemned; and so indeed it all befell.

 

Goddess locked up my cock and soldered it shut, and it’s never been free a second since. Then she rolled me back over, and decreed yet another permanent degradation for me.

 

She declared that as her personal property, my body would have to be publicly and privately marked as such. Her mark, monogrammed onto all of her blouses, jackets, robes, and dresses, is the entwined initials G and K. Loving and yet pitiless, Goddess Katia produced a branding iron and burned this onto the left cheek of my ass. Four days later, at a bizarre, outrageous, perfectly humiliating wedding ceremony, she had it tattooed onto the right cheek of my face.

 

Of course, regardless of these seeming cruelties, my goddess has always remained incredibly kind and warm and sweetly sympathetic to me. She truly loves me, perhaps as much as I love her. After branding me, she gently and considerately treated the resulting wound. Then, just as she’d promised, she spent the next ten or so hours using her various big penises to pound my submissive new status ineradicably into me.

 

Since that first interminable night, I’ve obviously been an entirely different person.

 

My old name is gone, completely and legally changed, and instead of being a boyfriend or a lover or even a husband, I’m actually a lifelong live-in personal slave. I keep my Goddess Katia’s house and all her belongings sparkling clean, her heavenly flesh beautifully pampered, her expansive ego gratified, and her sadistic passions extravagantly fed. In return, she cheerfully, lovingly, occasionally overzealously gives me punishing agony, transcendent ecstasy, constantly increasing maddeningly frustrated sexual arousal, and of course incredibly demanding and demeaning, ferociously insistent daily and nightly butt-fucking. But mostly what she gives me is an absolutely fabulous reason to live.

 

What in this blessed universe would I do without her?