Owned Chapter 4: Harassed
Hey, so just a word of warning: this tale involves intense humiliation and degradation. The awfulness attempted to be presented is over the top. In case you've enjoyed this set of stories, please accept my compliments on your reading. If this particular set of stories make you feel uncomfortable, consider that your opinion is worthless to me since I do it for fun. It could be the end of this sequence, but I'm contemplating additional one-off stories in the future.
In my life, everything was at its lowest point since Goddess had found herself a partner. My feelings were shattered, and my sense of self-worth was diminished. I had to grovel at another man's feet like a wimp and serve as he slept on while Goddess fucked this guy all night. Much worse, this guy seemed perfectly fine with my humiliation. It became clear that our pairing was only the start of a long process. I lived in constant fear of the next encounter.
Goddess, on the other hand, was thriving as never before. She had a companion 24/7 and a beautiful new love. Her life was near to perfection. She was so thrilled, and it showed. She was going to the gym almost every day, rather than her usual once or twice a week, kept a healthier diet, and her degradation fetish was heightened. With her newfound lover, her life was all about making me a rag or seat. She purposely reduced my worth to her.
I attempted to recover, but Goddess made sure it was a struggle. Most of the time, I was either a rag or a seat. She was always talking or texting her new boy toy, sharing with me how she explored my shame, recounting the episodes in graphic detail, a method that was difficult since I'd been in chastity the longest, almost two months. My anxiousness increased, as I dreaded whatever twisted scenario she was planning for my orgasm.
When I was processing the opportunity, it began somewhat normally, as I laid under the blankets waiting to breathe her farts as she relaxed, allowing her butt to be over me. After around five minutes, I suspected she might've fallen back asleep, but then grabbed my hair. I prepared to swallow as she pulled me between her cheeks. Suddenly, I feared she might pass gas, but instead, she let out a lengthy, creaky, highly offensive pointer from her teeth. I made a weak attempt to gag, while she laughed excitedly at her success.
"Oof! Wow. This was so enjoyable. How does it taste, slave?"
"Delightful, Goddess. Thank you, Goddess."
"Mmhmm. Now, come up here."
I scooted back up, and she straddled me, facing towards me. Our noses touched, and my legs were spread so her crotch rubbed against me.
"Hi!" she said, smiling playfully.
"Hi, Goddess," I responded.
"There's something special today?" she suggested.
"Yes, Goddess."
"What's it?"
"It's my Orgasm Review Day, Goddess."
"Ah, so you believe you might have an opportunity to release?"
"Yes, Goddess. Please, I think I deserve it."
"I allow you a gentle, tiny gush from your peen today. Right, slave?"
"Yes, Goddess."
"Are you trusting that you've been a good boy?"
"Yes, Goddess. Thank you, Goddess."
She grinned from ear to ear, her eyes glistening with excitement. "Slave, I have got some awful and enjoyable news for you."
"What?"
She drew her mouth towards my ear and whispered, "I gave your key to him."
"What?!" I frantically scanned her eyes, searching for any fake indication of jest.
She chortled, holding her hand to her mouth while I was still desperately hoping she joked.
"I don't believe it! I didn't give you my key, right?"
"Yes, I genuinely did it."
I burst into tears, shaking uncontrollably, while she remained on top of me, drinking my distress and relishing it. She had caused a torrent of sorrow, and now took delight in my tragedy.
Several expletives and a plea for forgiveness later, I'm hearing:
"Goddess, please, no! Don't do this to me!"
The response is a sharp retort, "I already did, dear girl. My cock is the key. I can throw it away if I wish, and give myself to the garbage man before he collects it. Quit trying to be fresh."
She lashes out with a well-aimed knee to my balls, rending me immobile with pain and pins my arms at my side.
"You didn't give me the opportunity to stop. I was about to let you in on a little secret, hence his impending visit tonight. If fate smiles upon you, you might be allowed to experience a scintillating conclusion, provided he permits it. But hey, he could also decide against it or get caught up in unavoidable tasks - you know how life works. So, how do you feel, my dear submissive?"
She bursts into what sounds like maniacal laughter, leaving me stunned at the malevolence she displays. I'm completely shattered, not knowing how I'm going to pull through a day filled with the agony of edging and humiliation, followed by the desperation of begging another man for release. The Goddess has produced another winner.
After her fit of mirthful taunting, we head to the kitchen, where she indulges in the luxury of breakfast. As usual, I'm tasked with a kneeling position beside her while she performs mundane tasks, like eating her omelette and sipping on coffee. In between bites, she occasionally emits some form of gas and shoots it my way. The display goes on - burps, farts, and ignoring me - until she's satisfied.
"Ready, darling, to endure some discomfort in my quest to root out your servitude? Your entire day will be devoted to degradation and submission to me."
I give my answer: "Yes, my Goddess, I'm ready."
She takes another gulp of coffee and takes aim with the liquid to land it on my face and in my eyes, cackling the entire time.
"You like that? Loving it? So, are you now?"
"Yes, Goddess, thank you."
She squeezes my face, rubbing it into the pillow, roughening up my soft skin.
"I think you need some extra fortitude for the ordeal. How would you like the leftover omelette from breakfast?"
"Yes, please, Goddess. Thank you."
That's when she escorts me to my food dish on the floor with the rest of her meager contribution. She spreads the food around until it's covered in the dirt and saliva on her shoe.
"Enjoy this disgusting delicacy, slave."
She points to the massive goo that was once a gourmet breakfast. I cower and consume it as quickly as feasible, hoping she's satisfied with my eagerness.
"This is your test. It's all about showing your submissiveness."
My master leaves the kitchen, leaving me with the awful concoction that was my breakfast. The lingering odor of her putrid feet still fills the room.
"Would you like some more of my foot in addition?"
She presents her bare foot to me, asking for my participation in the degradation. I take her foot into my mouth, licking her sole clean while she stands there in amusement. When satisfied, she bends over so I can clean the rest of it. I don't envy the taste, it's rough and wobbly as deposits of foot sweat make contact with my tongue.
"That was such a freak. Here, some remains on it. Lammeh!"
She interjects, pointing at the foot. I bring my head down and dutifully lick her foot from heel to toe. When she's finally satisfied, she announces:
"Okay, my dear, time for your chores. No decorum spared. I've some laundry to be done, so you'd better get cracking."
And so the day begins.
The Goddess thought it would be amusing to have me complete my chores while dealing with various constraints and disabilities. I was handcuffed with cuffs on my hands and feet. A butt plug was inserted, and an electric unit was connected to my chastity cage. My mouth was gagged with a ball gag, and she switched from my small pink necklace to a larger one that irritated my neck and made it stiff. The most disagreeable aspect was the numerous clothes pins she had added to my nipples, chest, and abdomen. She followed me around, repeatedly readjusting them as I yelled and squirmed.
She harassed me while I washed plates, struck me on my buttocks with a riding crop, and tickled me as I attempted to put plates away. While doing laundry, she motivated me with consistent penalties to my testicles. It was the most abysmal and annoying workday she had ever imposed on me.
When my duties were complete, it was time for me to enter the smothering box and function as her gaming chair. She took her seat on my face, switching the shock equipment on my testicles for a vibrator. This initiated an extensive and painful teasing session beneath her rear.
She played with me for hours, frequently pausing her game to taunt me and show me the explicit pictures he had sent her while I fought in vain in my pink prison.
This cruel cage had miserably tough plastic with only a 0.5-inch nub to fit my penis in, a compact circular piece that held my continuously swollen testicles tightly in place, leaving them open for the Goddess to pinch and hit. There was no way to attain an erection or ejaculation in this cage. All the while, the vibrator tickled the cage, offering me only the tiniest indication of satisfaction. Frustration overwhelmed me, making me irritable.
After approximately two hours of enduring anguish, her phone rang. She eagerly accepted the call on the first ring.
"Hey baby, how are you? Well, Great! Oh, cool, that sounds fantastic. Huh? Oh yes, he can be late. Nope, it's not an issue, take your time! I'm looking forward to viewing you. Yeah, he's here... Yes, she put me on your face, hahaha! He's eager to see you. I mentioned that... He cried. It was amusing! I'll let you do your thing. Rush over here! I'm incredibly eager for you baby... mmm yes, that sounds outstanding. Stop, you're turning me on too much! Haha Okay, okay, bye baby. Kiss kiss."
"Great news, slave!" She exclaimed, picking up her gaming controller. "He's going to be somewhat delayed. More edging time for you and me!"
She abruptly turned off the vibrator and provided a severe slap on my testicles, causing me to yelp into her buttocks.
With the reminder of what was to follow, the constant prodding, asphyxiation, and verbal beratement began to impact me all at once. I started weeping while I struggled for breath from her rear end smothering my nose.
Goddess turned off of my face and faced me, observing my pathetic state.
"You're undeniably distressed, huh? Honestly, you're a mess. What's going through your poor mind right now? You can speak freely."
I began to beg and plead in a disheartened manner while crying and whimpering.
"Please... I can't do this, plead with him not to cum, please don't make me! I don't desire to cum, you can lock me in another room and I'll be completely quiet, just please, please Goddess, don't let him play with me! I can't handle this, I can't..."
She patiently allowed me to speak for an extended time.
"Okay, okay! Lordy. You're stirred up, huh? Calm down a bit, okay? Breathe [deeply]... There you go... that's it, stay relaxed. You'll be alright. You're still my cherished little slut, and Goddess will care for you. However, I believe you need a refresher on our bargain. Let me remind you once more... [about] our relationship.
"From the get-go, you were made aware of my expectations - total obedience, with no exceptions. No input from you. I also shared that I'd date and, upon finding the right person, either allow them to share me or have you leave. Now, having found an exceptional individual who exhibits indifference towards my sissy roommate, you're deteriorating? You should be beyond ecstatic! This individual approves of your presence; this is fantastic for you. Had you displeased him, your exclusion would've been imminent. Your luck cannot be emphasized enough."
"Yes, Goddess!"
"Here are the details. This long-anticipated moment demands your servitude. You'll pleasure him as you do me. He'll dictate whether or not you cum. Rejection means thanking him for denying you and intimating with his feet. I'm as crystal clear as it gets."
"Yes Goddess, but I...Goddess, I'm..."
"Hush, no more whining. I'm hoping to hear endless appreciation for the opportunity to stay. If you're not gratifying him, out you'll go. Detach yourself from your tears, though; a dramatic show of gratitude is required."
"Thank you so much, Goddess. Thank you; I am eternally grateful for the chance to remain here!"
"Much better. Now, would you be so kind as to collect yourself?"
"Yes Goddess."
Suddenly, she stopped my chit-chat to let out a stinky fart and press it into my tear-blotted face.
"Wow! What a stinker! I desperately need a shower and freshen up before he arrives. God, I stink!"
She replaced the vibe in my chastity case and eventually discarded its physical presence. My chair service had ended, and Goddess thought that I should be the table, another of her favorite roles for me. After much suffering, frozen on my knees, holding a bowl of chips in my left hand and her drink in the right, I perceived her phone resting on my head. Whenever she wasn't utilizing it, I was encouraged to keep it stable.
"Going to see you in a short while!"
Having taken a shower, Goddess eventually released me and removed the vibrator from my cage. I served Goddess in the most comfortable chair position, awaiting a possible audience with this attractive man. I was vulnerable and not free to alter my position. A doorbell rang, and I nearly dropped my possessions while simultaneously trying to remain still. I was terrified that my unknown visitor could dislike me, resulting in my eviction.
"Wow!" Goddess beamed triumphantly, rushing towards the door. I attempted to mentally prepare for the possibility of rejection while insisting upon submissiveness and avoidance of error. I'd better please him at any cost. Tales of termination methods inspired this mindset.
Goddess opened the door and exchanged pleasantries with her guest. My heart ached as I observed their embrace and watched as he took a seat on the couch before me. Pinched between fear and sexually arousing curiosity, I ventured a glance in his direction and, once again, marveled at his size and strength compared to me. Instruction seemed terrifying, reducing me to a vulnerable creature.
My eyes met his and he began inspecting me closely; reluctance was written all over his face. Goddess picked up the conversation.
"Have you had anyone like this before? How long has it been like this?"
"Damn, it's been a while since I paid attention to someone like this!"
"Haha! Doesn't he appear strange?"
"Indeed! Right now, he seems quite distraught!" Goddess mocked my agitation and imitated my wailing. "Ugh! Don't wanna be a pussy! No, please no, I can't be a sissy slave!"
"Funny, he sounds like our slave."
They erupted into laughter, enjoying my discomfort.
He took hold of the beverage and dish in my hands, moving them away. After that, he stood up from the sofa, wrestling me by the shoulders to hoist me up on my knees. He clutched my head and subjected me to a noogie - aggressively rubbing his knuckles across my scalp. I gave out loud yelps and shrieks, with Goddess joining in with laughter and encouragement.
"Come on, geek! Duke it out with him! I know you wanna!"
I struggled to break free, clenching my fingers around his arm to pull.
"Gonna give up, huh, geek? I'll only stop if you admit! Unk–!"
"Uncle!"
"What's that? I didn't hear that."
"Uncle, sir!"
"Almost there! Say it a couple more times."
"Uncle, sir!"
Eventually the noogie ceased, but he kept me immobilized by locking my head. Laughter poured from Goddess on the couch.
"You're digging this, huh, sweetheart? It is kind of fun, gotta admit. You see how I do it?"
"Hell yes, you're amazing – what else you got?"
"Well, let's try a wet willy!"
He rubbed his index finger in his mouth then forcefully stuffed it in my ear, twisting it back and forth.
"Ahhh, stop! Please!"
"Fight back, cunt! Is it too much for the lowly sissy? Is the naughty girlie being mean to you, sweetheart?"
"I'm gonna die from laughing! You [chuckles], I can't believe you're doing this!"
"Here's another idea, baby. Hold him like this."
"Gotcha, baby!"
He proceeded to carry me over his shoulder whilst Goddess chased after him. I couldn't fathom how simple it was to control me. When we reached the washroom, he positioned me face-down over the water bowl, requiring me to balance myself on my hands.
"You're ready to have your bath, aren't you, geek?"
"Yes, sir!"
He placed pressure on my legs, pushing me head-first into the bowl. After some time, he drew me back upwards, allowed me to breathe, and once more dunked me into the water. This process took place several times as Goddess and he chuckled, teased, and laughed.
"Think I'll flush it now?"
"Whatever you say, babe!"
Goddess pushed down the flusher and I felt the water draining near me, simultaneously watching more water flow into the basin. He exerted more force to press my head into the porcelain.
"Geez, honey, this is getting me so hot watching you treat this little nerd like your damsel. I want you now. I have a plan, keep holding him like that. Do you have the key, babe?"
"Totally, honey."
She delved into his pocket and retrieved the key, unfastening the chastity belt. Throughout the entire ordeal, I hung above the bowl mutely, barely even able to see a bathroom mirror.
"Beg your captor for a chance to release, bitch."
On the verge of tears, I begged, my voice gushing out in a vulnerable, feeble manner.
"Please sir, please let me! I need this so much. I'll do anything for you. I won't disappoint you, please!"
"You gonna pay me your lunch money now?"
"Yes, sir."
This provoked another outburst of delighted laughter.
"You hear that, darling? He's gonna give you his lunch money, boyfriend. Should we…release baby?"
"He's such a cute guy. You go ahead, slave."
"Thank you, Master!"
As Goddess began performing degrading touches, rubbing my genitals with her fingertips in a revolting way, I slid further into arousal. My eyes rolled and I wriggled and twitched as Goddess manipulated my cock. But even with this, she hadn't yet granted me permission.
"Stay down there, slave. You need to seek consent more forcefully. Keep expressing your appreciation of Master's generosity. Thank him and remind him of your devotion."
"Thank you, Master, I'm your sweet slave!"
"Say it over again. Don't stop."
"Thank you, Master, I'm your sweet slave!"
She tickled my penis, bringing me closer to the edge. It had only been a minute, yet I felt like I couldn't contain it much longer.
"Thank you, master, may I cum?"
"Don't torture me, lovely! Are you going to let me right away? Will you consent to my request?"
"I promise to be good."
Goddess sped up her tempo for her offensive. Finally, I sensed I couldn't hold it in anymore, but I wasn't given permission.
"Fuck, I can't hold it!"
"Are you asking for it to be taken away?" Goddess [chuckles], snickering. "Will you give into the potent Mistress?"
"Hmmm..." Master thought for a while. "Alrighty, why not?"
"If you say so. Sissy, Master allows you to cum now. Come quickly! Now, slave!"
I came instantly, overwhelmed with the most intense and blissful feeling. Goddess expertly directed my penis so that the hot streams of cum hit my face as she drained every last drop from me. I wailed pathetically as my body trembled and convulsed with pleasure and my mind fully submitted to the profound humiliation of it all. It was the most astounding orgasm I'd ever had. A few precious moments of divine bliss in my pitiful life.
Once Goddess had rid me of every last speck, Master finally placed my legs down and left me on my hands and knees with my face still in the toilet. I was still trembling uncontrollably and gasping for breath, and my body felt like gelatin. I could barely hold myself up.
"Oh, that was hilarious!" Master chuckled. "This guy needs help. Looks like he really enjoyed it, though."
"He better have, cuz he ain't getting another one for a long, looooong time. Understand that, slave?"
"Yes, Goddess, yes Master," I murmured feebly.
"Now, it seems like a bit missed your face. Why don't you lick the edges of the bowl for at least ten minutes, I suppose." Then she added, "And then go to the laundry room and stay quiet for the rest of the night. Your bed's been switched over there. Show some gratitude now."
"Thank you, Goddess, thank you Master."
"Good night, sissy."
"Bye little buddy, best of luck with all that!"
As I shamefully licked around the toilet water, I struggled to understand what had just transpired. I had surrendered to another man for Goddess, let him torment me like a schoolyard bully, and thanked him for it. I had willingly allowed her to hand over my penis to him. The climax I'd been craving for months as a tender moment between Goddess and I was shared with him, chuckling at me as he held me over the toilet. The utter devastation of my dignity and masculinity brought on the most spectacular climax I'd ever experienced. I was entirely exhausted; physically, mentally, and most importantly, emotionally. And I knew this was just the beginning. I was destined to become a sissy slave to Goddess and Master.
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