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“Twenty-five more to go,” she said firmly as she stepped back. “What kind of cruel Goddess would I be, if I didn’t follow through on my punishments.” She seemed to say that last line with purpose, but he wasn’t sure why. She walked away and came back with a stack of papers. “I wanted a preview of one of your stories for our session, and I opened your notepad file last week – I had no idea you vented in a journal,” she saw in his eyes that he was nervous as she spoke the words. “You leave absolutely no doubt that you think of me as a Goddess, and that makes me feel so sexy and amazing.”

He felt some relief, but wasn’t sure where this was going; the one thing he did know is that he never wrote a negative thing about her, so unless she was making it up for play, there would be nothing of the sort.

“Saturday, April second,” she started, “‘my Goddess was absolutely stunning today. She teased me for hours throughout the day, on our date, everywhere. The fact that she knows the taste of her pussy makes me orgasm harder is sexy; the fact that she uses that to completely control me on a night like this was unbelievable. The fact that everything makes her so wet, is only matched by my desire to taste her juices from her own fingers.’ So far, so good, right? Very sexy,” she continued. “Now here’s the part where it gets really interesting. ‘The only thing I wish is that she knew seeing her cruel side was a huge turn on too. There is something about getting in that headspace where there is a tiny bit of fear that drives me wild.’” She looked at him and smiled, but not a happy smile, a smile that said, ‘you are going to get exactly what you wished for, and so much more.’

She put down the papers and put her hand down the front of her pants again, this time seeming to have a true purpose more than just her pleasure. When it emerged, her fingers were literally dripping wet, she brought it to his face and rubbed it on every inch of the outside of the leather gag covering his mouth. Being that close, but not able to taste her was pure torture, and she knew it. She never said a word, she stepped back, picked up the whip and carried out the rest of her sentence. She noticed that even though the marks had gotten quite intense looking, his cock still acted the same – rock hard and at attention. She took him off the cross, first undoing the restraints on his ankles, then the tight straps across his body, and lastly his wrists, which were at that point holding all his body weight. After he fell to the floor., she also took off the gag, making sure to drag it and leave any remaining wetness on his face. She hadn’t imagined this would be the position he was left in, but it happened so perfectly. It was as if each mark on his back was taking his strength away. She calmly walked over and put her sneaker near his mouth, and he knew exactly what to do with it – he treated her foot as if it were the only thing that mattered in the world. She followed with her left foot, and he did the same. He soon felt a tap and a kick of sorts directing him to roll on his back, she was intentionally not using words both to keep him guessing and to conserve her strength – these first four hours of the way had been exhausting for her.

As he ran his tongue on the bottom of her shoe, she pulled it away and put it squarely in the middle of his chest, the extra bit of pressure let him know he should be flat on his back waiting for what’s next. As he drifted between the worlds of wondering what’s next and staring at every inch of his gorgeous Goddess in front of him, he was able to compartmentalize the sharp pains radiating from his back. As he was in the world of staring at his Goddess, he noticed she was unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down, soaked panties followed. His cock stiffened further, at the wondered it might soon fill what could best be described as her sloppy pussy right then – he had never seen her sex drip the way it was; but she had other things in mind. With one foot on each side of his head, she squatted down and released a stream of warm urine, naturally mixing with her juices which were all over her to start with – he was soon covered in his Goddess’ piss. “Clean me,” she said as she put her pussy over his mouth. He couldn’t help but flash back to the first time she had told him to do that after an intense, passionate session in the back of her car which led to him cumming hard inside her. The humiliation he felt as he cleaned the mix of her juices and his own cum from her pussy was something he had never felt before, and he craved more. And the power that she felt from the reaction to those two words changed everything – it was the moment that she realized there was nothing off limits as to what the two of them could explore. His mind went back to the task at hand, he ran his tongue and moved his lips all over her pussy and the entire area between her legs. She then stood up, pulled up her pants and placed the sole of her sneaker right on his face before walking away. She did not put him in a hood, or chastity, yet she was at the door, ready to leave him again. “I need rest,” she simply said. “No cumming; that is the only rule.” She opened the door and stepped out, “but if I were you, I would get some rest – you’re going to want as much energy as possible for the rest of today.” She closed the door, leaving on the lights. It was the first time he was “free” to explore the room. Immediately his hand went to his cock, and without thinking, he began to stroke. Her voice filled the room, “careful slut, if you cum, you will regret it.”

NSFW: yes

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