Chapter 3: The Submission Seat
My life became a living hell every day since my goddess found a new lover. This new guy, whoever he was, was completely fascinating to her and they had been texting nonstop and making plans to meet again. Here I am, going about my chores in my maid uniform with my cock shackled, while she lounges on the couch sending and receiving lewd texts and photos. My goddess loved teasing me with the pictures her new beau sent and taunting me about my penis.
"You'd better not get too big for your bridle, little slut. After you've seen real cock, you'll never want yours again! Ugh, it's so pathetic. Do you have anything to say for yourself, sissy?"
"Thank you, goddess. I'm sorry I'm so small."
"Tell me smaller."
"Yes, goddess, I'm sorry I'm so small."
"What a shame. But don't worry, I know just what to do with you. I'll rope in a real man to train you. And you're going to take it to heart, aren't you?"
"Yes, goddess."
The first night that she was with him was painful for me. I had no idea what they discussed, but I could hear her laughter filtering through the walls, mingled with the moans and gasps from her bed. Meanwhile, I was sitting in a corner, starving and in pain.
The subsequent days were no better. She seemed constantly preoccupied with him, sexting, calling, or even taking breaks to visit him during the day. Every time she stopped to dominate me, I could sense her thoughts lingering on her new lover.
The whole week, I was overcome with misery. Every time she was texting him or chatting on the phone, it felt like a new fresh rejection that stung my heart. Watching the woman I once considered my girlfriend fall for someone else was making me sick.
Come the weekend, my goddess was in a great mood. She left me alone, naked, on the living room floor with my limbs tied and my head locked in a smother box. I had been stuck under her weighty bottom for almost two hours while she gamed and played music.
"Oop, you're gonna like this one." She shifted her position slightly and released a foul-smelling fart right into my face. Laughing gleefully, she dropped down onto me, crushing me further and cutting off most of my air.
"I'll stand here for a second and let you catch your breath, slave."
She mocked my convulsions on the floor by flicking her ass over my face.
"Goddess, please..."
"What do you want, slave? I could fart in your face all day and you wouldn't be sick of it. Now, how should I phrase this...oh, here it is. I have a date tonight. If we come back, hide in your slave bedroom. Text me for instructions."
With that, she spun around, revealing her backside to my face. She then casually dribbled a string of mucus down my nose.
"I'm dating a man tonight, slave. Nothing for you. You're nothing but a cuck."
"Yes, goddess. I'm a cuck."
Goddess stood up and left, leaving me there alone, my heart aching. I'd have given anything but to remain her fart cushion for the night. I'd been the only man in her life and it was an amazing feeling. Spending this evening alone, pondering my new role as the cuckold for her new lover, was unbearable. Minutes seemed like hours as I yearned for her to return, to hurt me again.
In an instant, my phone buzzed with a text from her.
"We're coming back and he wants to meet you, wait for instructions."
It hit me then how abject I had become, tied up and helpless, waiting for instructions, all the while drifting in and out of consciousness. I yearned for her to torment me, yank me back from my despair. I would have gladly lain there in soiled and stinking clothes if it would satisfy her; and yet, I was left heartbroken as I watched her leave, gleeful and satisfied, her overwhelming scent lingering in my nose. I imagined myself being back under her control, begging for her to wreck me once again.
I was stunned by the words on the screen. No way. Please no. I wasn't ready for this yet. It was already hard for me to be in the same room as Goddess while she did her thing with... and now it's a million times worse. My body shivered as my sweat started to drip down my back. Another text came through a few moments later.
"Put on your maid outfit and apply lipstick. When we arrive, you'll be waiting on your knees to receive our shoes. When I tell you to speak, you'll say..."
I read the horrifying monologue that Goddess improvised for me to recite to her new friend. My heart was racing, and I was utterly terrified. I was already quite shy, and the thought of being seen in my maid outfit and collared with a chastity cage was ghastly. Not only would he see me like this but then I'd have to repeat the most humiliating lines of my life, meticulously prepared by Goddess to demean me in front of her new partner. Every scrap of my masculinity would vanish after this.
"Back in 20. Memorize it," she ordered calmly. I had never felt so despondent as I read and reread the disgusting sentences over and over again, desperate to commit them to memory. I focused intently on the task, aware that the only option left was to obey Goddess or else face dire consequences. It was unthinkable to defy her.
I was already on my hands and knees when the car arrived. My head throbbed, and my skin broke out in goosebumps as I heard the car doors slam and the men talking loudly. I felt Radioactive with dread, hardly able to move or speak. I had no idea how I could go through with this.
The door creaked open to reveal Goddess and her new friend, arm in arm and leaning against each other. I looked up at the visibly larger, more handsome man Goddess had suddenly attached herself to. My spirit sank as our eyes met. He looked amused and bemused. My bitterness grew bigger, feeling infinitesimally tiny.
"Shoes!" she snapped, roughly pushing me towards her feet. Grasping the shoes, I awkwardly got them off while Goddess clung to the man, giggling and rubbing himself as they shared that nervous laughter.
"You have something you'd like to say, don't you?"
Severely frightened, I managed to squeak out weakly: "Please sir, might I take your shoes?"
"Of course, little friend!" he said in a patronizing tone, causing Goddess to start shaking with laughter. I fumbled with his shoelaces, my mind a mess of dread and helplessness. I just wanted to get through this without suffering a mental breakdown. I could tell they both enjoyed this, craving more. Had she found someone as sadistic as her?
Once he raised a foot for me to remove the last shoe, I could feel the smugness of their triumph. Spoken like a true pair of abusers.
"Now, slave," she hissed, "I believe you have something to say. Speak."
I took a gulp of air, licked my lips vigorously, and struggled to speak up. "Sir, thank you for tolerating my presence. Please enjoy my Goddess, as I can't please her with my pathetically small penis..."
He looked at me with delight, his eyes full of contempt. Goddess had her face buried in his chest as she struggled to contain her mirth.
"Loud now, slut!"
I reddened even more with shame and noticed my voice had grown even weaker. "Sir, thank you for granting me the joy of your magnificence. Miss Goddess is beyond my abilities to satisfy her with my petite equipment. I'm only good for cooking and cleaning and being fucked in my bitchy pussy. Please utilize my mouth and ass as you wish. Your cock is amazing, and it makes me drip and dribble. I'm excellent at blowjobs. It would be a thrill to have you fuck my mouth. I'll serve as your obedient and subservient bitch, and I'll greedily swallow every last drop of your tasty, tasty cum."
Both of them burst into fits of laughter. They looked so laughter, leaning against each other. It was clear they shared a twisted connection.
"Sure thing, sweetheart! You heard him, my love. Speak!"
"I pledge to be a devoted pet and accept every drop of your delectable...delectable sperm."
They burst into fits of laughter at my strained, unsure delivery.
"Fine, you're free to go. I don't want to hear a peep from you. Scram!"
She impatiently kicked me away as I turned around and crept away in humiliation.
"My God, you weren't kidding about this!"
"Yeah, I told you! He's a hundred percent in my grasp. If you don't want to see him, we can just lock him in a closet when you drop by."
"Nah, this is too intriguing, let's have fun with it."
"Wow, I adore how turned on you are! You're such a freak, darling!"
I overheard them starting to make love as I sunk down miserably on the dog bed in the laundry room. I curled up in a fetal position, twitching uncontrollably, feeling shamed and dazed from what had just unfolded. I had never submitted to anyone but Goddess, let alone a man. Showing myself to him and begging for his mouth and body, the mere thought of which embarrassed and disturbed me, reduced me to a state of utter subservience. Even worse, he seemed to enjoy it. That terrified me more than anything.
I awoke the next day, convinced that the events of the previous night were just a terrible nightmare. I heard the sounds of lovemaking for over half an hour until they finally ceased. I was so frightened of him. I even tensed up when I felt his large footsteps pass by outside the door.
Goddess walked in and stamped her foot on my face.
"Get up and prepare breakfast, my pet."
The following few hours passed normally. I carried out my numerous chores as Goddess continued to work on her computer in her room. My thoughts were in upheaval, to say the least. I was crushed by what had occurred. There was a wellspring of shame within me at having submitted to another, and I was yearning with all my heart to crawl at her feet and tell her how wretched and insufficient I was, wishing for some form of compassion. But that was impossible. She wanted this, and she always got what she wanted.
I nervously approached her as she sat at her computer, languidly surveying an article on the screen.
"Goddess, my tasks are done. What do you wish of me?"
The defeat echoed in my voice. She studied me, grinning maliciously.
"Look what we've got here. Is someone a little upset today?" She pretended to wipe away tears mockingly, "Aww. My dear girl's such a dramatic lady. Take that gown off."
I removed my maid attire, leaving me in just my collar and chastity belt.
"Get those cuffs," she said, pointing to the dresser. I fetched the pink fluffy cuffs and handed them to her.
"Turn around." She shackled my wrists behind my back, then hauled me onto her lap. She slid my arms over her head and around her body so I wouldn't be able to escape. Then she grabbed me by both knees and spread my legs wide so that they were under hers. I nestled into her, feeling helpless but content to be in her arms. She whispered sweetly in my ear.
"It's been a while since we checked on your pathetic penis, huh? Let's see how it's holding up."
I shivered with anticipation as she removed the key from her desk and started unlocking me. I was already erect when inside it, and as soon as she dislodged the attachment, I straightened up.
"Cripes. Aini, you're quite eager, are we?"
Goddess lightly squeezed my manhood with her thumb and forefinger, causing me to jump with pleasure.
"Remind me how long?"
"Fifty-three days, Goddess."
"Ah, closing in on your climax review. Do you think you've earned it?"
"Yes, Goddess, please."
"Well, I'm pleased, honey. Last night you were an exceptional girl. It made him feel empowered and confident seeing you all shaken and afraid like that. Also, kinda turned him on. He did a number on me last night, let me tell you. It all worked out wonderfully! I'm delighted. I might even feel like rewarding you. Sixty days is a long time. You want cummies early?"
Dear divine being, please grant me your favor...please, oh please. I moved restlessly and mumbled with eagerness as she lightly stepped up the pressure and faster rhythm. My derrière was thrusting against her crotch, and my head rested languidly on her shoulder in bliss while she spoke in a low, alluring voice.
"My sweet little trans girl has gone through so much suffering. I noticed how terrified you looked at that sturdy man. I'm so proud of you for uttering all your lines correctly, even though you stumbled a bit. It was so adorable watching you do that in front of a guy. He will have no issue dominating you. I cannot believe I've found someone such as him; it's a perfect fit."
Although a mere sixty seconds had passed, I was at my utmost arousal. The sexually explicit phrases in my ear, the closeness and the gentle touches on my miserable penis, were taking me into pleasure's hazy realm. Each derisive comment catapulted me closer and closer.
"Picture the fun we could have together when the game truly commences. We'll keep you captive in here and you can prepare him before we copulate. Dear Goddess, I'd dearly love to witness him spank you on his lap and then bring you here. Goodness, I'm getting wet just thinking about it. Am I close? Are you about to ejaculate for me? Do you desire to seed?"
"Fuck yeah, Goddess, please, oh my goodness..."
She abruptly withdrew her hand, making me frantically lurch and wriggle like a flustered creature. I had been on the verge of climaxing. My member twitched a few feeble, futile times but then ceased blissfully short of a major explosion. It was an agonizing ordeal. The deity commenced giggling at me while she tormented my most sensitive places with vigorous, stubborn tickling.
"O you insolent minion! Dreaming of discharging early? You think I'll allow such a discount on your pleasure? Slaves don't receive exclusive rewards. Cuck slaves don't receive exquisite surprises. You'll endure your entire punishment, and you'll savor it. And if I permit you to ejaculate, I'll figure out a scheme to make it wretched for you to make me amused!"
Uncontrollable emotions burst forth. I could no longer resist them. I loudly cried while being tormented by the ceaseless tickling, groaning with misery as my body frantically contorted against her. She'd brought me to the brink and then callously snatched away her kindness. Denial of the release I'd been driven towards was unendurable. My longing for the relief I'd been denied was so potent, I thought I might lose my mind. Goddess eventually stopped the torment and hunched me over violently by my nipples.
"Now, I'm asking you to restrain your tantrums and submit. Stop your rebelling and moaning. Be obedient, stay still. There you go. I was merely teasing you, there's no need to erupt! That wasn't a trickster stunt. It was electrifying, though. Envisioning him taking you in hand makes me wet, almost immediately. I am awfully horny now. Allow us to close you inside the chastity belt and in the ball gag. My humble servant - blessed with the privilege of tasting freshly fucked womanhood and farts - will be getting intimate today! It will be a smelly night."
As Goddess squeezed my now collapsed eggplant back into its cage, I attempted to regain my composure but still couldn't hold back tiny whimpers and sobs. My intellect had turned to mush. I had come close to bliss. Now, my sole mission was to please my divine captor and obey her demands so that I may have another opportunity. I had no inkling of the misery that would ensue with this new male in the scene. Again, she had masterly amplified my anguish, and here I was, miserable and ready for more.
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