My name is Katherine. Though I had been seeing goddess Min for years now this is where I remember everything starting to change. She helped me stay grounded and sane when life got overwhelming. We blocked out one weekend a month where I could let all of my burdens go, where I could recharge and not have any worries or stress.
I've always been driven to succeed. In school, I was consistently at the top of my class. By the time I was 21, I had graduated summa cum laude with my MBA. Right out of college, I founded my own tech company, which quickly grew thanks to my relentless dedication. Now, at 29, I'm the CEO of a company with over 200 employees. I accomplished everything I set out to do and lived the life I thought I wanted.
At six feet tall and a dedicated exerciser I didn't fit the mold of the typical woman in the workplace. I was proud of the body I had built through hard work--strong and muscular, yet still feminine and sexy when I wanted to be. But in the male-dominated business world, I learned early on that power, intimidation, and unwavering confidence were my greatest tools. It was how a woman thrived in a world where men looked down on you.
Yet, there was another side of me--one no one saw except for my goddess Min. Beneath the confident exterior, I battled crippling anxiety and imposter syndrome. My workouts helped me manage most of the time and got me through the days. Then at night I had another ritual that helped ease the tension: I masturbated every day, sometimes for hours, to push the anxiety away. When I was horny the stress and anxiety went away.
Most of the time, it worked. But every once in a while, I couldn't hold it together on my own. That's why I turned to Min.
Usually, I devoted one weekend a month to serve her, but lately, it's been getting harder and harder to make it to that weekend without breaking down.
It's been a full month without getting to worship and submit to my goddess. It feels like it's been 10 times longer. I've felt her absence in every cell of my body every day. My soul feels hollow, my body feels tight and tense, my mind feels cloudy, and my heart feels broken.
It's not just the distance that is tearing me apart, it's my own self doubt that has grown over the past month. My own personal failures and mistakes at work are eating away at my self confidence. I've started making stupid mistakes and I'm terrified of getting discovered. The pressure is starting to build and break me. I'm beginning to doubt everything. Every decision I make, I question. I can barely sleep at night due to my own self doubt and fear. I just know I'm going to snap. But today is the day, I get to worship my goddess. I get to be a pathetic little slut for her and let her dominate me in any way she wants. I need this badly. So badly. My goddess will show me no mercy and make me submit completely, breaking down all the walls that have built up over this past month.
As I pull into her driveway, my heart starts pounding and my pussy begins to get all tingly. The last time she used me, it was so good. She was brutal and cruel but perfect in every way. Her tight grip around my throat, her body against mine. Her sweet voice, her hard hands, her beautiful eyes that looked right through every facade i used to shield myself and saw me as the pathetic, overwhelmed imposter that i really am. Every touch from my goddess is bliss. I can feel my panties growing wetter just thinking about it. I open my car door and step out. I need to see her so badly, I've missed her so much.
I run up the path to her front door and ring the bell. The door opens and there she stands in all her glory. Her perfect little nose, her soft lips, her piercing eyes that stare right through me. Her long black hair cascades down her back and shoulders. Her soft skin looks radiant in the light. Her perfect body is a sight to behold. Her breasts are pushed up by her little blue dress. Her legs are long and toned, her arms soft and smooth. Her fingers are delicate and beautiful. I am already salivating at the thought of sucking them. My eyes travel from her head to her toes, taking in every detail. My goddess is perfect. The perfect goddess.
She stares at me waiting for me to remember my place. I immediately drop to my knees in front of her. I bow my head down, looking at her feet. I kiss them over and over again, desperate to show my love and devotion to my mistress. I reach out and hold on to her ankles. My tears are dripping onto her perfect little feet, my kisses sloppy from my tears of joy. This moment is wonderful, i can feel the weight that has been crushing me begin to lift, she takes away all the things that keep me down. I keep kissing, sucking, and licking her feet while holding on to her ankles for dear life. I never want this moment to end. My goddess has no idea how much I need her right now. How broken and lost I am without her.
"Min, my goddess, please forgive me. Please allow me to worship you. I've missed you so much." I beg. I'm not even sure what I'm begging for, forgiveness, permission, love, or all of it. I know that my goddess loves me, but right now I feel like I've lost her.
My goddess is still silent. My heart is racing. I can feel her eyes burning into me. She hasn't moved her feet or said a word. My hands are holding tightly onto her ankles, my mouth is wrapped around her toes. I'm so afraid she's going to reject me. My goddess can be cruel when she wants to be. I've seen it. I know her better than I know myself. I love her cruelty, her sadism, her perfection. I'd do anything for her. I wish she'd speak to me. Her silence is torturing me. But my goddess knows that, she's a goddess after all.
I continue to worship her feet. My tongue glides over her toes and around her ankles. My goddess shifts slightly and I hold on even tighter. I look up into her eyes and see nothing but disgust and pity. I feel my heart sink deep into my belly. The tears are still pouring out of my eyes. My goddess isn't going to forgive me or allow me to worship her. She's done with me. I was too pathetic and weak for her. That thought hurts worse than anything else in the world. I would rather be physically punished than be rejected by my goddess.
My goddess turns slightly and walks back into the house. She leaves me on my knees in her doorway. I hear the click of the door and feel the cool air rush in from outside. I look around but my vision is blurry from my tears. The house feels cold and empty now. My heart feels so heavy it may just burst out of my chest at any moment. My tears fall hard and fast.
"Strip and present yourself to me" she says coldly. My goddess' voice is music to my ears. I jump up and strip off my clothes immediately. I stand there completely naked and wait. "Turn around."
I do as she says, turning to face the wall. I stand with my legs spread apart, holding my arms straight out. I know this position well. This is my goddess' favorite position. I stand as still as possible, barely breathing so she doesn't think I'm moving too much. I wait.
I don't hear her moving. I don't feel her touch or breath on me. Nothing. My heart is pounding and my mind is racing. What does my goddess have in store for me? Does she plan on punishing me? I should be punished. I feel her hand on my pussy, on my wetness my body betraying my need, I feel humiliated that this little humiliation has made me so horny, but her touch, her perfect touch sends electricity through my whole body, i whimper and hump her hand without even realizing that I am doing it. She takes her hand away and steps back. I can't help myself. I push my hips back, hoping she'll return her hand.
"Don't move" she says. My goddess' voice sounds even colder and more distant now. I freeze. I'm so scared. I can still feel my pussy dripping and my clit throbbing. I try to push the feelings down. I close my eyes tight and wait again. The room is quiet. My goddess has walked away, or maybe she's just standing there, watching me. It doesn't matter, I won't move or say anything until she does.
After a while, I hear her footsteps. I open my eyes and watch her approach me. My goddess stands directly in front of me with a rope in her hands. She smiles at me, and for a moment, I forget about her anger. I melt at her smile. My goddess' smile can break down walls and melt steel. My pussy starts tingling again at the sight of my goddess smiling at me. I can feel the heat of her body on mine. My mouth opens slightly, hoping she'll kiss me.
My goddess steps closer to me and and begins to tie a body harness. The rope is warm and soft, she ties it with a knot, and pulls the rope tighter. The knot digs into my flesh and I feel the blood rush to my face and pussy. My goddess smiles at me as she continues to wrap rope around my body. The rope crosses my chest just under my boobs, my pussy and my ass. My goddess pulls the rope tight. The rope cuts into my flesh and my pussy throbs. My body feels so alive. My skin feels on fire and my heart is racing. I start breathing faster and faster.
"Are you enjoying this?" she asks. Her voice is distant and cold again. She pulls the rope around my pussy, pulling my labia tight, making me moan loudly. I nod desperately, "yes goddess, I am enjoying this." I do enjoy this. I want it so bad. The more pain she gives me, the more turned on I get. She laughs at me and pulls the rope tighter.
She pulls the rope tighter and tighter until I'm almost bound in position with my shoulders pulled back, my tits out and my pussy lips parted by the rope. I whimper out in pain and pleasure. My goddess laughs at me like the needy whore I am. She looks at me with such disgust in her eyes. I don't blame her. She shouldn't be with someone like me. I'm nothing but a pathetic loser.
I stand before her as she looks me up and down. The rope wrapped around me my clit throbs as my labia are held apart by the rope. My nipples are hard and my pussy feels like it may burst at any moment. The rope digs into my flesh, rubbing over my clit. My goddess watches me with her perfect eyes as I struggle and whine.
My head is hanging down as the rope pulls tight around my neck. My body shakes as the feeling of desire rushes over me. The rope pushes between my legs, rubbing over my pussy, clit, and ass. I cry out at the feeling, pushing my hips against the rope. I try to grind the rope against my pussy. Its useless i cant get what ii need so desperately. My goddess laughs.
"You are so pathetic." she says. She grabs the rope and pulls me forward. She leads me to her dungeon and locks the door behind her. The room is warm, but my skin is cold. I can smell leather, sweat and wax in the air. My goddess leads me to a table in the middle of the room. She pushes me down onto it, my body jerks against the ropes. I am stretched out, my arms above my head, my legs spread wide, she forces my legs to bend as she ties my ankles to the harness securing me in place preventing me from moving.
My goddess looks at me for a moment and then leaves the room. I lay there in whining. The rope feels so good around my body but I need more. My pussy needs to be fucked. I need someone to fuck me, to cum inside me. I need it so bad that I feel I may go insane. I'm so desperate for release, my body is so tense with need. My goddess leaves me alone for what feels like an hour. The longer I lay there, the more desperate I become. My body feels hot and sweaty. My pussy is dripping with my need.
My goddess walks back in the room with a Hitachi magic wand. It's perfect. The vibrations will be so powerful that they'll push me over the edge. I'll finally be able to cum. She turns it on and rubs it over my clit. I gasp at the feeling. The rope pulls tight, digging into my skin. I try to hold still. My goddess laughs again. She rubs the wand over my clit harder and harder. I feel myself getting close to cumming. I start moaning as my body begins to feel the pleasure. The rope rubs against my pussy. I moan louder and louder, my pussy throbbing.
My goddess pulls the wand away before I can cum. I whimper in frustration. My body is so desperate for release. I need to feel the relief that orgasm gives me. Without it, I'll just be left feeling frustrated, angry, and horny. The feeling of need will just get worse and worse. My pussy will drip with desire until it's dry and sore.
My goddess laughs and leaves the room again. The minutes tick by slowly. Each moment is torture. The rope is so tight and my body needs release so badly.
When my goddess returns she asks me in a calm and steady "who owns your orgasm pet?"
The question feels like a punch to the gut, I instantly feel shame and humiliation. I have put myself before my goddess, I have been only thinking of myself of my needs. I haven't once offered to serve my goddess.
Lost in my thoughts, in my shame and humiliation my goddesses voice cuts through with an annoyed tone "I asked you a question pet, who owns your orgasms? Your body? Your mind?"
"You do goddess" I reply on the verge of tears, my need for an orgasm denied with a need more important, my need to please my goddess.
"My orgasm belongs to you goddess, my body belongs to you, my mind belongs to you, everything I am belongs to you."
My goddess looks at me intensely, her eyes burning me to the core. "That is correct pet, everything you are belongs to me, and I deny you your orgasm." I feel my pussy clench with need and then a sense of relief that my goddess will allow me to serve her.
"Thank you goddess." I reply with sincerity and the knowledge that I have failed to please her.
