A Chaste Slave to Naomi's Ass

"February 1st," I found myself longingly muttering aloud to myself as I was absent-mindedly checking the kitchen calendar while finishing up cooking dinner for my girlfriend Naomi.

My release day was only 3 days away and, after two months with my cock locked in a cold steel prison, I could hardly contain my excitement. Naomi was naturally dominant and I, almost equally submissive. I say "almost" because her natural propensity for cruelty never ceased to surprise me, even after three years of dating.

We had experimented for the last year with longer and longer lockup periods with her trying to, as she put it, "Mold me into the perfect tease toy." Her latest decree had me lock up the night after Thanksgiving last year when we'd come back home from dinner with friends. Up until then, the longest period I had spent locked for her was 2 weeks, leading up to my birthday. That night, seemingly on a whim, she decided I'd be spending the holidays locked for her and that my release day would be January 1st. I'll never forget the casual cruelty of her words that night right before we were about to sleep.

"Slave, I've decided you'll say locked until the new year."

What could I say but "Yes Goddess Naomi, thank you."

So how did January 1st become February 1st? Well, Naomi is fair but cruel; she's true to her word about when she will unlock me but she also loves to play sadistic games to remove or add days, though usually the latter. Unfortunately for me, these games quite often prey on my deep-seeded submissive nature and fetishes, most commonly my addiction to Naomi's ass.

See, I'm obsessed with every inch of Naomi's body. Her long chestnut wavy hair. Her toned, smooth legs. Her effortlessly beautiful expressions, especially those piercing yet cozy green eyes. But, one part of her is disproportionately responsible for my gradual descent into irreversible slavery for this woman. And that's her perfect ass. Through a combination of blessed genetics and persistent hard work at the gym, my Goddess' ass is unrivaled. Its size, its shape, its bounce when she walks. I'm at a loss for words to explain what it does to me and she knows how to use it to mold me into her perfect subject.

On Christmas last year, just a week before I was scheduled to be released, a wicked thought must have come to her mind.

"Slave," she muttered without looking up from her phone.

I ran into the living room where she was laying on her side on the couch, dressed in an oversized white shirt and tight black leggings. Even as I was rushing to heed her call, I couldn't help sneaking a glance at her impossibly perfect ass, looking soft and inviting with her cheeks slightly spread. My cock immediately filled out its cage, straining against the rigid steel of its prison.

"Yes Goddess?," I asked inquisitively and reverently.

"When are you scheduled for release?," she asked.

"In a week's time Goddess," I answered immediately. How could I forget after nearly a month locked.

"Hmm, I see. And tell me slave, when's the last time you were granted the privilege of being intimate with my ass?"

I should have been wary of where this conversation was going but at the mention of her perfect ass, all I could respond with was the unfiltered truth.

"Not since September Goddess," knowing full-well that I'd been denied the singular privilege of any up-close intimacies with that sacred place for four months now. The furthest she'd allowed me to go thus far was kissing her legging-covered cheeks for a few minutes at a time. Of course, even this was a privilege which I was pining to experience again.

She replied, while curling a lock of her hair "Wow, that long huh? And what would slave say if Goddess allowed him a week's worth of such a privilege?"

My head started spinning. A week?! I had never been offered a consistent week of intimacy with Goddess' rear. I answered immediately without even a sparing thought to what must have been her devilish plan.

"Anything Goddess, anything," I dropped to my knees in front of her pleading to grant me this blessing.

"Ok slave ok, calm down," she said chuckling, "I haven't even said what you'll be getting and more importantly, what you'll need to give up."

She was silent for a moment, then with a slight grin on her face, said "strip and go lick my feet while I explain it to you."

Naomi knew I was at my most submissive when naked and serving and it seemed like that was exactly how she wanted me for this conversation. I removed my top and bottom and underwear as well, folding them neatly to the side. I'd learned the hard way, via an extra two days locked during a previous sentence, never to leave my clothes strewn about when ordered to strip. I shifted on my knees towards her feet and started, as I'd been trained, with soft worshipful kisses up and down her soles.

After opening my eyes following kissing her soft feet, I realized the cruel secondary effect of her seemingly innocuous order. Kneeling back here, I had a front-row seat to a view of her backside, making my cage even tighter around it's jailed member, a state I didn't think possible.

As I started sucking on each toe, slowly and sensually giving them the attention I'd been trained to, she went on.

"Slave, I want you to be my perfect tease toy with a big emphasis on MY. Your chastity, training, and rituals have brought you a long way but I want you to instinctually understand your Owner at a primal level. My slightest sounds, my particular gestures, even down to the unique weight of my footsteps. I want you completely and utterly focused on me. And I've decided that for the next week we're going to work on memorizing my scents, one in particular."

I started licking her feet now, speeding my rhythm based on the excitement associated with where my mind thought this was going. My eyes were laser-focused on my Goddess' ass, which she shifted slightly in anticipation of what she said next. I could, and have in the past, been punished for unauthorized prolonged viewing of the object of my desires but I couldn't help myself right now, deeply lost in my desires.

"Slave, I've decided that every night for the next week, I will grant you a whole hour with your nose between my clothed ass cheeks where you will inhale and memorize my scent to the best of your ability."

She paused anticipating the effect this would have on me.

I started leaking in my cage onto the hardwood floor and started involuntarily moaning while licking her feet at a pace inconsistent with my training. A hard slap from her left foot brought be back to reality.

"Slave! remember your training."

She was right; I slowed down, returning to a slow pace, savoring the feeling of her sublime feet on my unworthy tongue.

"So slave, what do you say?"

I couldn't answer fast enough.

"Goddess I don't know what to say. I know I am unworthy of this but I cannot thank you enough for the opportunity. All I know is that I need to have the smell of your divine ass locked into every cell of my brain and I would do anything for it."

She cooed, "mm that's what I like to hear slave."

She continued on "now, for a whole week of indulging your depraved fantasies, I think an extra month in chastity is more than fair, do you not?"

My heart sank. I was beyond horny already, especially in this moment. I couldn't fathom another month locked beyond the one week already on the books. I would surely explode of desire; no human could be this denied for this long. But, after that panicked train of thought, a more serene one took over as I remembered my place and my training. I was being granted a unique opportunity to spend a magical hour every night for a week enveloped by Goddess' divine ass. And even more so, it would be in service of becoming a better slave to her by becoming accustomed to her unique scent. Of course the answer was yes; it would be yes no matter the cost.

"Yes my Goddess, that is more than fair and I will gladly give up a month of freedom for this privilege."

Naomi smiled wickedly, already knowing my answer, and delighted at her secret agenda which I'd come to understand in due time.

"Good slave," she cooed as she got up to her feet, coming around to the end of the couch where I knelt. She turned around so that her curvaceous legging-bound ass was level with my face. "You may give a worship kiss to each cheek to seal this deal."

I hastily complied, knowing that a "worship kiss" for us meant a long kiss followed by a heartfelt unique expression of gratitude. I deeply kissed her left cheek and, with my voice low, uttered "thank you Goddess Naomi for this singular privilege." I shifted and kissed her right cheek, applying firm pressure, then verbalized "I cannot wait until the scent of this Goddess ass is permanently imprinted upon me."

She pulled away and looked down at the pool of chastity tears that'd collected on the floor.

"Lick that up filth slave," she ordered her voice now stern.

I got down and lapped up my mess as she smiled down at me, knowing that I was about to fall even deeper into her web.

She turned to leave the room, parting with "we start tonight slave, I expect nothing but devotion."

I stayed on the ground in a bowing position, as I'd been trained to when Goddess leaves a room, beyond excited for the night ahead.