Goddess Anna

"Oh, don't thank me yet slave, there's plenty more to cum and we've only just gotten started!" she said giggling.

Before she'd even finished her sentence, I knew exactly what she meant; the tube continued its incessant rhythm but with my orgasm completed the sensation of it stroking my now extremely sensitive cock quickly became torturous. If anything, the milking machine was even more effective now, with my heavy load providing additional lubrication and whereas before I had been straining to try and feel more of the machine, now I was struggling furiously against the restraints trying desperately to escape its grasp. Anna had done her job well however; I was completely immobilised with my collar clipped to the bench by the rings on the left and right sides, a thick leather strap across my upper arms, another across my chest, across my forearms and a final one holding me down by the waist. As if that weren't enough my legs were also chained to the base of the bench and the cuffs dug into my ankles as the spasmed and tried to kick free.

The torment continued for an hour, though time lost all meaning for me as the relentless assault forced me to cum over and over until I was completely drained and practically out of my mind. Anna on the other hand seemed to be having the time of her life! She would straddle my head and tease me with her pussy, getting so close I could smell her which drove me wild even as I wanted more than anything to stop cumming. Sometimes she would walk slowly around me raking her nails across my torso and asking me if I really wanted this to end (met with my muffled screams of YES, PLEASE GODDESS! Which she pretended not to be able to understand. Most humiliatingly she scooped up a globule of the cum I was now covered in and smeared it across my face and my lips.

"I wonder if you've ever tasted your own mess before slave? It's not something I ever told you to do but I do know how you can take the initiative sometimes. It's no matter, if you have then it should be no bother getting all this cleaned up, and if you haven't... well, life is all about new experiences, isn't it?".

Seeing I was unable to produce even a drop more, Anna took the dial that controlled the milking machine and brought it down to a slow and even tempo, though crucially did not halt it completely, and finally pulled the gag from my aching jaw.

"Shush now" she whispered, placing a finger to my lips before I could start to plead again, "if you really want this to end then it can, but you're going to have to beg."

"Please, Godd-" she cut me off with a slap to the face.

"Didn't I tell you to shush? As I was saying... you're going to have to beg. But not for mercy or relief or an end to this agony. No, you're going to beg me for chastity. Implore me to lock you back in the nasty little cage for a long time, longer than you ever thought possible or reasonable. Convince me that you really want to be my caged little chastity slut again, knowing full well that when that lock goes on it won't be coming off until you're mad with lust and can barely look at your Goddess without buckling under the weight of your blue balls. Even if you choose to leave here tomorrow I'll still keep you locked and denied, and if you choose to stay... who's to say I don't just keep you locked forever?"

I stared at Anna, barely able to comprehend her words. How much of what she was saying was just the game? How much of it was a terrifying portent of my future...

In the end though it mattered little, she turned the machine back up just a smidgeon and began to move away, offering to 'let me sleep on it' and I screamed my agreement in a moment of sheer panic at the thought of spending another minute like this. I'm sure I sounded pathetic, but she would later tell me that the pleading was music to her ears as I wailed and begged for her to lock me in chastity, to put the cage on and forget where she put the key, to use the denial to break me to her will.

"Well, since you asked so nicely slave, of course I will" she said with a sweetness that scared me almost as much as the evil grin from before and finally removed the machine. Restrained as I was, I couldn't see but only feel what she was doing as she slid the shrivelled worm my cock had become back into the cold steel cage with familiar ease.

"You rest here for a minute; I'll be back soon." She said and disappeared through the door leaving me to grapple with the ramifications of the chastity sentence I was now facing.

I must have dozed off because an instant later she was stood back over me in her pyjamas and unbuckling the straps.

"You looked so peaceful there I could have just left you there all night" Anna joked as she helped me up from the bench and led me to the bedroom. I noticed the cage door was open and assumed it would be another night locked in there, but she instead guided me over to the bed.

"Yes love, you will be in there tonight but there's something important to take care of first".

Gently, Anna cradled me in her arms, her touch soothing and compassionate. Her fingers traced delicate patterns across my skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake while I revelled in the safety and security of her embrace.

She, whispered sweetly into my ear and caressed away any lingering traces of vulnerability. Her voice, a melodic symphony, washed over me, filling my heart with reassurance and love. I drank in her words, allowing them to wrap around my being like a healing balm, mending any emotional wounds that may have surfaced.

As our bodies relaxed into a state of serenity, she offered a cup of hot cocoa, a gentle elixir that nourished and replenish and as I sipped from the cup all I wanted to do was fall asleep in her arms.

Chapter Eight

The momentous day had finally arrived. Before night fell again, I would give Anna my decision and tomorrow we would either say our goodbyes, uncertain if or when we might see each other again, or begin the preparations to become forever Hers. I was actually awake early so had a few minutes to sit and ponder before the cage door clicked open and the shocker around my balls started to nudging me out with its sting. The choice seemed easy; just the thought of leaving Anna made my heart and stomach ache. I loved her not only as my Goddess but as the beautiful, funny, creative and intelligent woman I had grown to know over the last year and that had been brought into sharp focus during me time with her. Whatever the consequences, even if somewhere down the line some blunder or other saw me chained to a post and whipped bloody, there seemed to be no other option.

My answer would be yes.

Peering over at the cage from my position in bed I could see that Ethan was already awake, sat up wrapped in the blanket just waiting for the fun little toy I had around his balls to give the painful signal that it was time to start the day. It hadn't been easy locking him back in there last night, we'd felt so close and more than anything I'd wanted to have him in bed with me, to feel his arms and his tight chastity cage pressing against me. To hear the jangle of the chain tethering him to my bed as he shifted in the night. I had to be strong however, bound by my own words the bed was supposed to be a 'rare treat', but I hadn't expected it to be like this.

We'd had fun during our online play, and in that time I'd grown to care dearly for him but these days together had brought out something more. Whether that was love was hard to say, but the thought that I might never see him again after tomorrow was hard to bear. Was it possible he felt the same way? He'd been so perfectly attentive, catering to my every need and desire as well as taking on the lesson's I'd tried to impart with masterful grace. In short, he had been the ideal slave, but perhaps that's all it was... the required devotion of a slave to his Goddess. Sending Lea with her 'offer' had been a risky move that I'd hoped would provoke some kind of reaction but he'd played it close to his chest and for its own sake I couldn't reveal the ploy.

I thought back to our sessions as well, I'd gone hard on him- certainly leaving my mark- and last night being particularly intense. Milking a man dry to the point that he'll agree to pretty much anything put before him, consequences be damned, had been a longstanding fantasy of mine and it played out to utter perfection. I wondered if I hadn't gone too far, his body had gone through so much in such a short time...

I wouldn't actually keep him locked forever of course, but the fear and uncertainty in his eyes had been a sight to behold and it took everything I had not to ride his tongue to a few of my own orgasms then and there. No, it wouldn't be forever, but it would be such a damned long time before he got out again that he may not be able to tell the difference.

Right on queue the door to Ethan's cage opened with an audible *click* and I his gasps as he scrambled out brought a smile to my face- I may have turned the voltage up a setting or two- but I made sure not to betray that I was awake as he quietly left the room and drifted back to sleep thinking of my sweet slave.

By the time I woke up again Ethan was already back in the room and kneeling dutifully at my bedside with a tray in hand.

"Good morning, my Goddess," he purred, his voice filled with reverence and adoration. His words washed over me, a sweet melody that caressed my heart. In that moment, I felt cherished and worshipped, feeling the depth of his devotion.

After eating what he'd prepared I rose from the bed, a sense of purpose guiding my every step. The morning rituals awaited, an opportunity to nourish and connect. I looked down at Ethan, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, and took hold of the chain on his collar, inviting him to join me in the adjoining bathroom where the warm embrace of the shower beckoned.

The day passed largely without incident. I pushed any worries about what tomorrow might bring to the back of my mind and tried simply to enjoy the moments we had. The house was spotless from his tireless work rather than have him clank around in chains doing presently pointless chores I instead kept him by my side and had him read to me while I played around with the remote controls to the large vibrator I slid into his ass; he'd had his fun last night with the milking machine so I figured it was time to start building up that frustration to a nice high level, along with regular breaks for him to make me cum on his tongue.

"My orgasms may well be the only you get to experience for a long old time so I recommend learning to enjoy them as if they were your own. Actually, more than your own" I teased.

I had no intention of wasting these final hours just being at home however, tonight we would be going to one of my favourite places, introduced to me by Lea a few years even before the WV had taken power: Club Desaad. Admittedly fetish clubs in general had lost their unique appeal when male slavery became such an accepted part of society that even the average coffee house had as many men in bondage as the most sinful of places once did, but Desaad was one of the few that managed to retain its allure by keeping its identity as a location catering to women such as myself who were less interested in the brow beaten slaves of the City and more in the truly submissive men, like my own slave, who wanted it and probably would have found their way into a collar one way or the other.

I revealed my plans for our evening to Ethan as I took him upstairs to help me get ready and was overjoyed to see how excited he was; he'd never seen a real fetish club before so this was a big deal. With a little guidance he chose my clothes from my selection of best leather and latex. It wasn't the sort of thing I wore often as, other than the cartoonishly sexy outfits I would sometimes use to tease, I preferred a more casual approach to domination. This was a special occasion however so I felt the additional effort was warranted, and the look in his eyes- and the twitching of his cage down below- was more than worth the minor discomfort as he watched me slip into it the crimson latex minidress and matching boots which both clung to my body like a second skin. As a final adornment I opened a small wooden box that had been sitting on my bedside table to reveal the key to his chastity cage, strung onto a simple silver chain which was placed around my neck.

He was positively dripping with lust by the time I was ready so I decided to throw him a bone.

"Oh no slave! There's a horrible little mark on my dress!" I said, pointing to a random spot on my ass while I examined my reflection in the mirror, "Come here and lick it clean will you?"

His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and, like the good little puppy he is, hurriedly scampered over to clean the 'blemish' with fervour until I told him to stop. For his own outfit I chose a simple pair of black jeans, no shirt so I could show off his lovely stripes, and switched out his home chains for a fancier set of silver cuffs that I locked behind his back, and a sleek black leather collar with my name adorning a tag which hung from the front. I told him that this would be his to keep even if he went home, a thank-you from me as well as a memento of our time together; he was beaming when I spun him round to inspect how it looked from the front and I couldn't help but hook a finger through the ring and pull him to me so I could kiss that goofy smile.

Chapter Nine

We arrived at the club half an hour later to the sight of a long line stretching down the street and around the corner. Fortunately, Lea was close friends with the manager and always had my name on the list allowing me to stroll right on inside, with Ethan scampering behind at the end of his leash, as the crowd stared daggers at me.

A pulsating beat reverberated through the air as we entered, filling the dimly lit space of Club Desaad. The main room as was large hall presided over by a long stage where an 'X' shaped cross stood proudly at the centre with strong leather cuffs dangling from each limb and a cornucopia of whips, canes and other tools stood to the side ready to elicit any desired reaction from a bound sub. A large space in front of the stage served as the dance floor where bodies writhed and moved with a raw energy, a symphony of desires intertwining, all along the walls were individual alcoves occupied by large round tables where people enjoyed a few drinks and the spectacle around them as the subs and slaves waited attentively; if so desired however the tables could be pulled away to create space, as had been done in several that I could see, for bondage displays playing out in an almost artistic fashion.

I stood with Ethan by my side, trying my best to exude confidence as we drank in the scene and my eyes sparkled with mischief. The club was a sensory feast, adorned with an array of captivating scenes and vignettes as all around there were displays of power exchange, bondage, and pleasure; whimpers and moans mingled with laughter and conversation, creating an intoxicating ambiance. The men present were still submissive and docile, but not simply because they had to be but because it was who they were and similarly the club allowed for the women with submissive desires to embrace the freedom to express that need in a way that would have been looked down on beyond its walls.

I guided Ethan through the space to a secluded corner where Lea was leading a group engaged in an intricate rope scene focused on a young woman suspended from the ceiling and with more intricate ropework being wrapped and tightened around her body.

We watched, captivated by the beauty and intensity of the moment. I found Ethan's hand and entwined my fingers with his, grounding us both in the present. The air was charged with an erotic energy, and between him and the community around us I felt a sense of real belonging.

Moving further in we encountered various rooms dedicated to different activities; some were more sensual than others. In one room, a group of people explored the depths of sensation through wax play, the scent of heated wax adding to the sensory landscape. In another a couple was engaged in gentle spanking session, the sound of impact mingling with moans of pleasure, while in the suite adjacent a Mistress was caning her slave raw as his cries were muffled by the thick leather hood encasing his head. I felt Ethan flinch as another blow came down against tender flesh- no doubt remembering his own similar experience not long ago.

Enamoured with the plethora of sights on offer we found it hard to pull ourselves away, but eventually found our way back to the main hall of the club. The cluster around Lea had dispersed and the table returned to its place but the writhing girl still remained, soft moans emanating every so often, and as I took my seat, Ethan on the floor beside me, I couldn't help but admire her handiwork.

"Yours?" I asked

"Just a willing playmate. It's her first visit so I wanted to give her the full experience." Lea responded

"I can relate." I twirled a finger through Ethan's soft curls and he let out a soft moan as my touch both comforted and electrified him.

"That's right, it's the big day. Has this week been everything you hoped?"

"Honestly? I think it's been more than I could have imagined... slave, fetch me a drink from the bar"

I registered a quick flash of protest in Ethan's eyes as I gave the order, clearly this was a conversation he didn't want to miss and as he slunk away, I mentally promised myself I'd tell him all of it... one day. For now, I needed a private ear.

"You have feelings for him, don't you?" Lea interrogated

"I... do." There was no use denying it, she knew me too well, "I think he feels the same way but it's hard to be sure."

"That's not the most crucial question, Anna," her voice took on the tone of a stern schoolteacher reprimanding a student. "It's evident that he loves you, and if you were to ask him at this very moment, he would pledge his life to you. However, the real question, as it has been from the start, is whether he should. This is not a decision to be taken lightly, he might choose to stay because of his feelings for you but, as much as it may cause you both pain, love alone isn't always sufficient."

I paused, my brows furrowing as I contemplated the weight of the words spoken by my confidante. I took a deep breath to steady myself before offering a response.

"You're right," I replied with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. "But it's the foundation upon which everything else is built. I understand the gravity of this decision, and I've thought long and hard about it. Ethan has shown me unwavering devotion and trust to come even this far, how can I do any less?"

I locked eyes with Lea, her gaze probing and challenging while my own remained firm, as Ethan returned to kneeling obediently beside me, offering the glass up to me with reverence. I bent down and took the protruding straw into my mouth to take a sip as we locked eyes and, in that moment, the doubts and defensiveness Lea had stirred within me started to dissipate. Even under normal circumstances a relationship of this kind I knew required more than just love, and the sacrifices that would be required from him made this far from normal, but if he was willing then I would be too.

We sat in silence for a while after that; I knew Lea was only doing what she thought was best but I still felt furious with her.

"Anna, darling, I have an idea," she finally purred, her voice filled with intrigue. "Why don't we take your slave up for a little demonstration?

I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity was piqued by the suggestion, Lea always had a knack for pushing boundaries, but this seemed daring even for her and considering our conversation I wasn't entirely certain I trusted her intentions.