sit meets his Goddess – Chapter 7: Goddess strips the past away
The phone buzzes “sit, Wait at my door NOW.” Shower, half-asleep, rushing, you obey. “Breakfast, I want to take an early stroll on the beach.” Goddess takes a strange turn heading down a different staircase, at the bottom a secluded shower. “Ashtray position and hurry slave, I have to pee.” my second day of toilet training begins.
Goddess orders one plate of fruit, informs the waiter “bring him a bottle of water, he just had breakfast.” A wicked grin lights Her face. The beach is nearly uninhabited at this hour. She leads, i follow. Upon returning i am stripped and lay upon my back in bed. Goddess straddles my head and plants Her curvaceous derriere around my entire face and neck. She wiggles and drops Her entire body downwards, “How does the sea taste, my slave?” i’m in heaven except i can’t breathe.
She perches forward, grabs Her slave’s exposed balls, squeezes intensely. In pain i moan, squirm; my legs start to thrash. Rocking forward allowing a gasp of air, She again laughs then smothers my entire face shouting, “Kiss.” No one hears me scream at my plight to remain alive. Goddess rolls off, looks down at Her sweaty slave and coos “Good boy.”
On Her way out She notices my two old slave collars, the ones i wore before meeting Her. She alone bestowed the shiny steel ring lodged around my neck, for what i had imagined was to last only until the end of this trip. Sternly She announces “sit, those are your old collars, correct! Shower, arrange them RESPECTFULLY on the glass table outside your room. Waiting position, naked until I return.”
Her demeanor is different as She walks away, this is serious. i jump to obey. Doing as told i wait naked on walkway outside my room. People pass yet i remain motionless. In the distance, i hear a pounding clip of deliberate and measured high heel spikes approaching. They stop barely inches before the crown of my head.
The stringent and authoritarian tone of Her voice shatters the stillness of the moment. “slave sit, hand me your old collars. DO NOT look up at Me.” i respectfully raise them, palm and arms extended above my lower head. Her hand forcibly seizes my wrist and squeezes it like a snake coiling about its victim. i freeze, suspended in fright. Her stiletto nail wraps underneath my steel collar, and it’s sharp tip embeds deeply into the skin below my clinched jaw. Goddess uses my steel collar as a fulcrum to pivot my eyes upward. i slip into shock.
Goddess Ezada is radiant, in a sleek, form fitting outfit i have never witnessed. Her hair pulled tightly back, Her skin flawless, Her eye shadow dark with gold accents, Her lips aglow in fire red. Her gaze is ardent and fierce, the words following are sharp, and fierce.
“I am taking these old collars; you have NO use for them anymore. The ONLY collar you shall wear is the one I, your GODDESS, have locked around your neck. I am the ONLY one who can remove it. Do you understand slave?”
It’s impossible to speak in a moment such as this. my eyes, my tears sound my response. Goddess removes the old collars from my extended and trembling hands. She releases my shackled wrist. i remain stiff in mid air.
“Wait, till I return. Contemplate what has just happened, sit.” my head collapses to find the concrete floor, my arms stretch out beyond my skull as i assume the position so ordered. Her heels ring off, disappearing in the distance as She enters Her room. i lie motionless in “Wait” for well over an hour, barely noticing the stiffness in my limbs. The same people must be passing by. One Domme whom rooms next-door coyly mutters, “Poor sit, still here.” my mind is racing the entire time, did this just happen?
Goddess’s own voice eventually interrupts my clouded and swirling thoughts. “Up, its time for lunch.” i can barely rise to my knees from this now cemented cast of rigid muscle and bone. Goddess has changed into casual day wear yet remains dominantly radiant as ever.
“Lunch sit, follow. Yet, first I have to pee.”
