Chapter 4 ~ An Upgrade?

On the Saturday morning of that week, at 10:28 AM, Hally awakened in her warm bed, her curvaceous nude body wrapped in black blankets. She had been kind to Madison the three days past–perhaps too kind–sleeping naked and thus allowing her to gaze upon her naked form and not using the paddle or beating her once, though it excited and bemused her greatly to do so.

Madison had also performed magnificently as her slave since Diana’s visit. She waited on her hand and foot without even needing to be told first.

Hally threw her blankets to the side gently, letting them unravel around her body, and stood up to pull the thin black curtains aside and let the bright light of the sun into the dark room. The sun bathed her supple brown breasts and milky thighs in a holy glimmer. It occurred to her that she never would’ve been confident enough to stand nude in the window before Madison’s submission to her.

She stirred on the floor behind her. The energy between them was undeniable.

Hally turned around and traipsed past the bed to look at her slave. Madison was naked as well, as she nearly always was, for Hally only rarely permitted her to wear a thong or panties, nothing more than that. Her nakedness made her vulnerable and weak, and above all displayed her inferiority.

Today, her skinny legs and flat chest were scattered with spiny little dark hairs, and her long dark curls were tangled and knotted together. Her penis, if one could even call it that, was soft and therefore even smaller than usual; she was erect most of the time in Hally’s presence, though rarely ever allowed to Orgasm. It was just a tiny flap of skin, scarcely an inch long, sitting atop her strangely bloated testicles which were small but much larger than her penis, making it that much more pathetic.

Hally couldn’t help but laugh just about every time she looked at it directly. “Wake up, slut!” Hally yelled, but to no avail. She kicked her lightly in the chest, and Madison finally awakened.

“You look even more disgusting than usual today, freak,” Hally derided her, towering over her with her right foot still extended and her hands on her thick hips. A sad frown flashed across Madison’s face as she squinted up at her. “Kiss the foot that kicks you,” she demanded, and Madison did as she was told, leaning over to kiss Hally’s right foot with passion.

That now familiar empowerment surged up Hally’s body, and she smiled as bright as the sun and clutched her bare tits in her hands as her slave’s lips unclasped from her foot. “Now clean your glasses up and come see me in the living room. We need to talk,” she explained.

Madison quickly picked up her round red glasses from the floor beside her and crawled–was she ever not crawling now?–into the bathroom. She finally stood up and scrubbed her lenses clean with dish soap, a special technique of hers. After putting them on, she gazed at herself in the mirror for a moment too long.

She felt hideous, in desperate need of a Shower and a shave, not to mention makeup. She took in a long sigh, hoping she could find time to care for herself, then got back on her hands and knees to crawl to her goddess; Hally’s needs were far more important.

Madison found Hally sitting on the red couch with her legs crossed, still entirely naked from head to toe. Her thick black hair was an absolute mess, but she was still the peak of beauty in her slave’s eyes. Madison couldn’t help but stare at her bare brown tits as she knelt there in front of her, feeling herself grow erect.

Her big round nipples looked so delicious, all she wanted to in that moment was suckle them as a baby would her mother. “Awh, my little slave really does Love her goddess’s body, huh?” Hally cooed half-sweetly, half-derisively.

Madison nodded excitedly and murmured, “Yes, Goddess, very much.”

Hally’s smile melted away into a sadistic glare. “Too bad you don’t deserve to touch it,” she taunted her. “You don’t even deserve to touch yourself in my presence.” She spat her rejection out like cold facts.

“But Goddess, I’ve been a good girl!” Madison pleaded, her voice high and weak, unable to contain her lustful longing.

Hally shook her head. “It doesn’t matter,” she said in an icy low tone, making Madison shiver. “It doesn’t matter how ‘good a girl’ you are,” she continued, mocking her now, “Some rewards are simply out of your reach, and that includes touching me like a lover would; that includes, above all, my Love.

I reject you happily. I don’t care how it makes you feel. In fact, I hope it hurts. I hope it breaks your heart, because your broken heart is mine.

You deserve nothing more, because you’re weak. You’re pathetic, inferior, disgusting white trash. Your scrawny little body and tiny nub of a cock could never, ever please me.

Not to mention how much of a sad little bitch you are. Nobody will ever Love you, because you’ll be here with me, until your miserable life ends.”

In the torrent of degradation she had just endured, Madison began bawling, tears streaming from her eyes like burst pipes. At first, she wanted to run away, to escape the cruel woman who had broken her so hard. She then realized that it only made her Love Hally more that she was strong enough to reject her with such coldness.

She looked up through her tears to find her grinning wickedly, but she couldn’t look at her again without crying even harder. Hally broke out into a stream of laughter, sweet as it was evil to her slave’s ears. Madison’s tiny erection was throbbing even as she cried, and she was sure she had never cried harder.

She was entirely overwhelmed by heartbreak. How naive of her to hope for Hally’s Love, no less for her touch. How stupid and defeated she felt now.

She felt she was subhuman, and supposed she was, as that was how her goddess had treated her. But Goddess Hally, she was superhuman, as she was the one to break her. A rush of pure Love surged from the black pit of rejection that was Madison’s heart.

“I Love you!” she wailed through her sobs.

“I know you do,” Hally darkly breathed, standing up and seductively traipsing over to Madison. “But I’ll never Love you, ever.” She held her slave’s face in her cold hands and she stared up past her lovely tits into her dark and evil eyes.

She sniffled but could not hold back her tears. “I’m going to take a Shower. You are allowed to watch me, waiting outside with my towel, to remind you of your place and what you’ll never have. Then, I’m going out.

If you try to run away, I will find you, and I’ll make sure you can never run again. Understand?” Madison nodded in terror and sniffled some more.

Hally led her by her leash to the bathroom, Madison staring up at her delicious Ass through her tears the entire way, of course. Hally ran the Shower water and stepped in fast, keeping the curtains open so Madison could gaze longingly at her glorious naked body.

Madison held a thick, fluffy white towel in her hands as she knelt there watching her goddess Shower. Hally washed her hair first, her arms perched up so her body curved in such a sexy pose that Madison’s mouth watered almost as much as her eyes. After her thick black curls were sufficiently untangled and clean, Hally began washing her body.

When she bent down sideways with her Ass facing Madison to grab the soap, her little slave was sure her tiny boner would shoot its pathetic load without even being touched. Hally rubbed the soap up and down her pretty arms and then her big brown tits and chubby belly.

She was so beautiful, so delectable, so godly. Madison was in absolute delirious awe. Then came Hally’s thick thighs and gorgeous Ass, which she turned as she applied the soap so that Madison could see her spread it open with her little fingers.

As she rinsed her body clean, some of her Shower water flew out and onto Madison, who luckily opened her mouth just in time to get a taste. She savored it as if it saved her life, and perhaps it did. Finally, when all the soap was rinsed from Hally’s perfect body, she shut the water off and stepped out of the Shower onto the fluffy, square, green mat beside it.

Her arms, her curves, and above all her tits dripped water with such sublimity. She was an ocean goddess stepping through the steam to be dried by her worshiper. Except she didn’t permit Madison to touch her, simply grabbing the towel from her hands and drying herself off. “Go and get my little black dress and some underwear ready for me, slave,” Hally casually commanded, and Madison crawled briskly back to the bedroom to do so.

Madison stood up briefly to retrieve the little black dress from Hally’s closet and then crawled to lay it out on her bed. It was surprisingly long with a large open slit down its right side and a diamond-shaped hole in its chestpiece, both trimmed with shimmering silver glitter.

She then crawled to Hally’s drawers, opening the bottom one to find her large collection of underwear and lingerie. She picked out a thin white g-string thong and a matching push-up bra and laid them out on the bed beside the dress.

Hally finally stepped out of the bathroom, her thick body wrapped in the white towel. She walked up to her bed beside Madison, paying her no attention whatsoever, and let the towel fall off her body onto the floor.

Before Madison could gawk at her naked body for much longer, Hally pulled the thong on and then put on the bra. Next came the dress, which squeezed her chubby form tight and accentuated every delicious curve she had, especially her big tits with aid from the push-up bra. Her thick legs were entirely visible through the dress’s wide slit.

She was absolutely gorgeous. Madison wished she could be as pretty as her; she wished she could be her for a moment, the pretty mistress getting ready to go out into the world, instead of the naked slave kept locked away at home.

Hally walked over to her dresser to spray a cloud of cherry perfume on herself. Then, she traipsed out of the bedroom, absent-mindedly grabbing Madison’s leash to drag her along with her. Hally’s focus was entirely elsewhere, but Madison had no intimations as to where that could be.

Hally grabbed her black leather purse on the way to the front door and let it fall around her shoulders. Then she sat on the red couch beside the door to put on her black leather boots, as she hated wearing heels. Madison knelt patiently on her knees beside her.

“You know what to do,” Hally said to Madison with an air of cold annoyance, “Make my bed, sweep my floors, eat something by the time I get back. I expect you to be on your knees in front of the door when I get back, obviously.”

Hally stood up, dropped the leash on the floor carelessly, and kicked Madison hard in her chest to send her flailing across the floor. Her laughter stung like a hornet. She opened the door and, before she left, turned to wave and say, “Bye, loser!”

Her cruel words were wrapped in a sugary inflection. Then, she was gone.

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By 1:41 PM, Madison had finished all of her chores. Goddess Hally still hadn’t returned yet. She always felt her Love for her more strongly in the agony of her absence.

She fully realized in that moment that she could never leave her; the pain would be far too great to bear. She would die without her Goddess Hally. She resolved to endure the heights of agony in any form Hally may inflict them upon her, so long as it meant staying by her side forever.

And she had already endured so much! Her reward was the continuation of her servitude, the greatest reward she could hope for.

Madison decided to take what time she possibly had left until Hally’s return to take care of herself. She shaved her face first, then her torso, then her legs, all with Hally’s own electric razor. As she showered afterwards, she thought of how Hally had just been in the same Shower only a few hours before.

Her imagination danced with the image of her naked body, the strongest impression that had ever been left on her mind. Hally’s fuzzy black Pussy, her big round Ass, her generous chubby curves, her thick thighs and even thicker hips, her pretty feet, her fat brown tits with their big black nipples–it was all so beautiful, so sublime, so perfect to Madison.

How anyone could not fall hard in Love with such a perfect black beauty, Madison had no idea. She claimed to, but did Hally really know just how much Madison loved her, she wondered? How could she show her?

Her mind continued to dance as she finished her Shower and began drying herself off. With a black towel around her body and another around her hair, she sat on Hally’s bed and thought. She didn’t have many options, as she wasn’t permitted to leave Hally’s apartment.

The best she could think of was to be the most obedient, loving slave in the world, and to worship her goddess eternally. The fulfillment of her life’s purpose would convey her endless Love, she hoped.

Madison walked back into the bathroom and threw her towels into the hamper in the corner. She got some of Hally’s black eyeliner and red lipstick from the cabinet behind the mirror. As she applied it, her feminine euphoria was interrupted by memories of the last time Hally had caught her wearing her makeup.

horror flooded through her–she didn’t want to be slapped silly again. Or perhaps she did? She was more hurt than afraid.

Hally affirmed her identity as a woman–or did she?–but she seemed to only see her as a freak.

Madison wanted to be beautiful to her. She wanted to be beautiful like her. She would crawl into her skin if she could.

Once her makeup was applied, she crawled through the apartment to the front door and waited obediently there on her knees, naked save for her collar and leash.

Minutes later, miraculously, Hally stepped through the door. She held a plastic bag in addition to her purse. Her black mane looked ever so slightly more disheveled than before she left.

She looked down at Madison with amusement mixed with disappointed condescension. “Did you get into my makeup again, little slut?” she asked, bending down somewhat and staring into Madison’s eyes with her piercing glare.

Before she could say a word, she lightly slapped her across the face with her Free left hand. “You know you can just beg me to do it for you, little girl,” she sweetly said, standing up straight again.

“Yes, Mommy,” Madison muttered, high and feminine, “I’m sorry, Mommy.”

“Good girl,” Hally affirmed. She was so powerful there, towering over her in her beautiful, tight black dress while Madison knelt before her, naked and afraid. “All your chores are done, I trust?” she asked expectantly.

“Yes, Mommy, it’s all finished,” Madison said with all the pride of a slave having completed her tasks.

“Good,” Hally sang, holding out the syllable in her luscious chocolate voice. “Now clean my boots,” she commanded before sitting down on the red couch beside the door, setting her bag down beside her, and holding her right boot first up and ready to be worshiped.

Madison crawled over and kissed and licked all the mud from Hally’s boot like she was starving for it. It didn’t take her long in her eagerness to move on to her left boot. It occurred to her that Hally must’ve gone out of her way to make them muddy when she was out so she would have to clean them.

As she licked her second boot, Hally continued, “I have some things for you, my slave. A little upgrade for your servitude.” Madison wondered what it could be.

Once both of Hally’s boots were sparkly clean, she took a small box out of the plastic bag and held it in front of Madison. It was a tiny metal chastity cage, complete with a lock and key. “I’m sure you know what this is, puppy,” Hally said with humor.

Madison nodded, her hazel eyes full of disappointment. Her present was merely more denial.

“Good. You will be wearing this permanently now, unless I decide you deserve a release. You didn’t honestly think I would be lounging around the place and sleeping naked, letting you see my body in all its glory, without a catch, did you?”

She laughed after saying this and continued, “You’re pathetic, you know that? Stand up, bitch. I want to put your cage on now.”

Madison obeyed and Hally opened the box. Hally fit the ring around her undeveloped cock and balls easily, but Madison’s erection made the cage itself difficult to apply, as it was much smaller than even her two inches.

Hally reeled her right fist back and punched Madison square in the package with full force, almost bringing her back to her knees with a single blow. Soon after, Madison’s little cock shriveled up as intended. “Perfect,” Hally said sadistically with a laugh, and squeezed the half-inch cage onto Madison’s one inch soft cock.

She held it there to insert the three little pins that sealed the cage to the ring, then opened the lock to loop it onto the middle pin. She held up a tiny golden key in her right hand.

“This is your only key,” she said, “Don’t make me do something with it.” Madison nodded in intimidated obedience.

Then, Hally put a thin silver chain through the loop of the key and hooked it back around to itself, putting it on as a necklace. Suddenly, Hally squeezed Madison’s balls in her right fist, making her squeal in agony.

“Back on your knees, loser,” Hally breathed in the darkest, deepest tone Madison had ever heard. Madison fell, and once her knees settled onto the floor, Hally eased her grip slowly.

Surprisingly to her, Madison felt the cage was quite comfortable. She had never worn one before, as she never had a keyholder until now. She could manage this easier than she would’ve thought.

Hally stood up and took the bag in her left hand–something else was still inside it. She grabbed Madison’s leash from the floor in her right and walked into her bedroom, leading her chastized little puppy slave along behind her.

She spread herself out on top of her freshly made bed, not revealing the remaining contents of the plastic bag to Madison, who knelt on the floor beside her and admired her beauty with sparkling eyes full of Love and pain in her perpetual rejection.