Chapter 6 ~ Dirty Diana

The following Saturday, Hally lounged and smoked on her ornate silver throne, clothed only in her black furs. Her pretty feet soaked in a small tub of hot, soapy water that Madison had prepared for her. Madison knelt on the floor to her right, her mouth gaped open to obediently await the flicks of Hally’s cigarette ashes. Hally stunned her with her beauty, the cloud of smoke lingering above her nest of jet black curls, her milky coffee skin soft and flawless, and her thick lips painted black.

There had been no release for Madison since receiving her “upgrade”, no more sneaking off to her phone and certainly no more kisses with Goddess Hally, just a full week of serving her, hand and foot.

Hally took a long drag and turned to blow it directly into Madison’s face, watching the smoke wash over her as she shivered with excitement before flicking a thick chunk of ash onto her long tongue. She then turned away again, staring absent-mindedly at the wall instead of affording her slave any modicum of attention. Meanwhile, Madison longed for her, her heart in a consistent state of aching that she had no way of getting used to.

She swallowed Hally’s cigarette ashes, her face twisting towards disgust that she quickly corrected, and knelt forward a bit to say, “Goddess…”

Hally did not answer with so much as a blink, so she continued, “Can you please release me?”

Goddess Hally laughed darkly, then slowly turned to tug on her slave’s collar. “Release you? You’re not getting released, puppy.” Madison was warmed by the proximity of her touch but frightened by her demeanor. She could see the golden key around Hally’s neck, aching for some semblance of relief.

“Goddess, I mean this…” Madison clarified, holding her caged little cock between the pointer finger and thumb of her right hand. Hally’s gaze drifted down there, and she laughed–far harder this time–at the sight of it.

“The answer’s still no, bitch,” Hally declared after her laughter subsided. Madison’s eyes lowered in defeat, then shifted rapidly away from her locked up little penis. She couldn’t take it anymore, but she knew better than to argue with her queen.

“Goddess…” Madison whimpered in hopes that if she begged enough, Hally may have mercy on her.

“Shh!” Hally hushed her as her right pointer finger hit her lips. “Stop talking,” she commanded, holding her finger to her slave’s lips for a moment before pulling her mouth back open by her chin.

Alas, Madison’s quest for relief was futile. She watched her gorgeous, cruel goddess smoke in silence. Soon enough, another clump of ashes landed on her tongue. She understood herself to be little more than an ashtray in that moment.

Finally, Goddess Hally stood up, her naked legs and ass on full display. She stepped out of the hot water slowly and lowered her pretty brown feet onto the fluffy white towel beside it. Madison diligently folded the corners of the towel in to rub her queen’s feet dry. Then, Hally took Madison’s leash in her right hand lazily and led her back to their bedroom. Madison’s tiny cock strained in its cage even worse as she watched Hally’s fat ass bounce all the way there.

Hally nonchalantly dropped the leash on the dark blue carpet floor on the way to her drawers. She bent over to open the bottom drawer and pulled out a black g-string thong that she swiftly put on. Madison knelt in the corner of the room, drooling and longing for her radiant goddess as she watched her dress. Next came two long black socks that Hally pulled over her gorgeous feet.

Then, she opened the next highest drawer and put on her long sheer black skirt. She closed her drawers and stepped into the bathroom, flicking on the light to inspect her makeup. It was all black: thick black eyeliner, black eyeshadow, and black lipstick, all perfectly applied by her earlier. Madison watched her in silence, all of her instincts held back by the authority of this goddess whom she gave all her life away to.

Goddess Hally finally exited the bathroom and approached her slave, only coming close enough to pick up her leash and pull her roughly over to her bed where she sat. Madison crawled obediently to her feet as soon as she felt the tugging of her leash. Hally glared at her with a threatening air of indifference, and she stared back into her deep blue eyes with her simmering and unrequited romance.

“I’ll be heading out for the rest of the weekend, slave,” Goddess Hally carelessly said. “But, you won’t be all alone. Diana agreed to come and watch you.” Madison’s heart sank, and she physically shivered with fear. Hally’s black lips twisted into a smile.

Her right hand slowly picked up Madison’s chin, and she continued, “You will serve her and obey her in my absence, or else… You know what will happen.” She darkly laughed as she pulled her hand away from her slave’s sad face.

“Yes, Goddess,” Madison meekly whimpered. She had no slack to pull on, so to speak; she had been spared no room to protest the dictates of her queen. Alarmingly, for her, Hally stood up and traipsed out of the bedroom without another word. Was she anything at all to her anymore, she thought?

In her desperation, she swiftly crawled behind Hally on her way out the door as she swung her purse around her shoulder. “Goddess, you’re going away for the weekend without even a change of clothes?” she called from behind her.

Hally slightly flinched at her words, as if she had forgotten Madison even existed. She slowly turned to face her.

“I have everything I need, slave,” she said with a smile, lightly patting her zipped-tight leather purse. “Be good for Mistress Diana!” she reminded her and giggled before turning towards the door and stepping into her boots. Madison knelt on the floor there, deflated and without words. Hally opened the door, stepped through, and shut it. She was gone.

Madison, finding herself teary-eyed, sniffled weakly before allowing herself to sob. Hally hadn’t become so distant and uncaring until that day, but Madison felt it grow throughout the preceding couple of weeks. She didn’t even say goodbye to her. Madison curled up on the floor and put her face in her hands to cry into them.

She would’ve rather Hally take her along just to embarrass her again than for her to leave her at home this way. She had the impression that the more faithfully she served Hally, the more she felt disdain for her; but all she could do was serve, she had no other option, for that was who she was.

Madison originally arrived there because she loved Hally, she served her because she loved her, but it seemed no matter what she did, she would never earn her love in return. Her stomach was a bottomless pit, and her heart was shattered into a million little pieces.

Soon enough, Madison got up, standing instead of kneeling this time. She wiped her eyes and turned to walk back into the bedroom, dragging her leash on the floor behind her by her collared neck.

She dug through Hally’s bottom drawer without care for order or organization and found a small pair of white panties speckled with little pink hearts that she knew would fit her, and put them on. Then, she closed the drawer and turned over to Hally’s closet where she found a long blue velvet dress. She pulled it off its silver wire hanger and put it on over her head.

Her thin white fingers felt the ripples of its softness over her legs. It didn’t fit perfectly, being a little loose, but it fit well enough and covered everything. Madison twirled around, light as a fairy, and went into the bathroom next, opening the mirror to discover Hally’s makeup.

She set her round red glasses on the sink-side and drew a thin black line on each of her eyelids, then applied a dark crimson lipstick, puckering her lips into an empty kiss. She carefully placed the eyeliner and lipstick exactly where she found them and put her glasses on again. A feminine sideways pose she struck in the mirror, arching her back and blowing another kiss, made her feel as gorgeous as she could feel, not nearly as gorgeous as Hally or any other black queen but a beauty nonetheless.

Still, she was stricken so deeply with sadness that each of her movements were slow. Perhaps she would never see Hally again, but her broken heart ached to be loved and anguished at not being loved enough. She would remain locked on user account of her chastity key still hanging around Hally’s perfect neck, wherever she was, but she would live a life of chastity either way.

Madison was on her way to collect her things from Hally’s smoking chamber when two hard knocks rang out on the door, making her jump out of her pale skin. Feeling deflated yet again, Madison trudged over to the door and answered it.

Diana stood there, her gigantic body covered in a black leather catsuit so tight that it looked capable of bursting aside. Madison had no time to admire her before she wrapped her right hand around her throat and charged in to push her up against the wall to her right beside Hally’s long red couch. “What are you doing in your Goddess’s dress, you little faggot?” Diana spat at her, her saliva painting her made-up face.

Madison only shivered in fear and struggled for air as Diana’s fist sought to crush her windpipe. She leaned in close to her and continued, “She said you would be naked on your knees… where you belong.” With a sneer, she finally let go, and Madison crumpled onto the floor before her.

Her desperate gasping for air elicited a wicked cackle from the cruel Diana’s thick red lips. She towered above her, fists clenched, intimidating Madison to her core.

“I-I’m sorry, Mistress, please,” Madison managed to plead.

“Quiet, worm!” Diana yelled before grabbing Madison’s leash at lightning speed and charging back to the front door to slam it closed, dragging the little slave on the floor behind her.

She then sat on the red couch beside the doorway and commanded, “Lick my boots, bitch.” Madison shifted up to Diana’s extended right boot with tears on her face again, her feeble form still cloaked in Hally’s blue velvet dress. Her lips met the toe of the boot, then she licked it all the way from the bottom of its sole to its top.

She lapped it up diligently, thankfully not encountering much of any dirt or mud. After the sole of the boot was thoroughly licked, Diana slammed it down flat on the floor and Madison began licking its top.

She looked up at Diana as she did, and just as her arousal was growing past her fear, the cruel mistress said, “If I didn’t have to return you to Hally in one piece, I would stomp you bloody with these.” Madison was too fear-stricken by her to say a word. She simply licked every inch of Diana’s large black leather boot clean in silence.

Once she was satisfied, Diana retracted her right boot and extended her left one. Madison got to work licking its slightly dirtier sole. “You’re a weakling, you know that?” Diana asked her tauntingly.

“Yes, Mistress,” Madison panted between her diligent licks of Diana’s big black boot. The cruel mistress laughed.

“‘Yes, Mistress,'” she mocked Madison in a high and effeminate voice. She went on to describe her in her characteristic deep black tone, “Just a pathetic fucking weakling and a worm.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Madison whimpered again. Bam! Diana’s left boot slammed down on the floor harder than her right one had, sending Madison into a startled jump. Diana’s pretty head reeled back onto the couch cushion with merciless laughter. Madison licked and kissed the top of her left boot rigorously. The thrill of being so viciously mocked kept her focused on her task.

Soon enough, Diana moved her luscious leg back and Madison patiently awaited her next orders. “Stand up, sissy,” she commanded, and Madison nervously got on her feet. The powerful Mistress Diana eyed her from head to toe for a moment, then issued her next command, “Lift up that dress. Show off those little boy parts.”

Madison felt tears start to well behind her eyes. Her little boy parts? After escaping into the frills and fancy of her goddess’s clothes, must she now return to her shameful nakedness?

She stared at the cruel Diana, her pretty face sporting a stern glare that froze her to her core, her huge belly and tits looking like they were about to burst deliciously out of her black leather, and decided that she must. She had no choice but to obey.

Her pale hands found the hems of the dress and lifted it around her body slowly, revealing her even paler legs scattered with spiny little hairs. Then, she nervously lowered her heart-speckled panties to reveal her tiny little nub of a cock, all locked up in its half-inch cage. Diana’s glare lightened, a vein tightened in her forehead, her brown eyes lit up wide, and a hearty barrage of laughter was launched at Madison from her gorgeously thick black lips.

“Ah, it never gets old!” she exclaimed between her laughter, smacking her leather-covered right knee. Madison felt the tears roll down her pale little cheeks; she was Madison the Joke once more.

Her salty tears flowed only to fill Diana with even more mirth. “I love making sissies cry,” she darkly breathed with great relish and pleasure. Madison’s mind danced with images of this gorgeous and cruel black queen bullying and tormenting white worms like herself to tears, wondering just how vast her experience had been at that art.

“And I love to cry for you, Mistress,” she found herself saying softly. Hally had to be educated into her dominance, more or less; though she took to power naturally when it came to Madison–presumably due to her enmity towards her–it was not something she had naturally indulged in before. Diana was an entirely different case.

Madison’s misery lifted as she realized the luck of her lot in life, being free to savor the taste of varied different flavors of cruelty. Yes, this is freedom, she wondered, that she could only access within her own submission. She settled comfortably into her role and resolved to endure whatever torture Diana had planned for her gratefully.

Much to her delight, Diana wore a glimmering grin on her pretty face. Madison sniffled and returned a simple smile. Then, Diana’s brow furrowed and her face swiftly shifted into a terminally fixed glare. She stood up from her seat and approached Madison slowly, making her shiver with intimidation.

Her large black hands took the ends of the dress from Madison and pulled it off around her head, throwing it apart onto the couch behind them. Then, she whipped the heart-speckled panties off her legs only to stuff them in her mouth. Her forceful hands came down on her shoulders to shove the naked Madison down to her knees before her. She looked up at Diana in wide-eyed fear.

“That’s much better,” Diana said, “The perfect look for such a worthless slave as you.” Another tear spilled down Madison’s weak little cheek, and Diana’s grin flashed back across her beautiful face. Intimidated and debased, Madison looked up at this great black goddess and waited, half-wishing she had gotten the chance to escape earlier.

She found herself throbbing in her cage despite herself, and this time it was considerably painful. Why it aroused her so much to be so degraded, she thought to herself, her clothes taken away, all her dignity and identity violated, her heart cut out and spilled across the room for the amusement of a superior being.

The time Diana punched her nose so hard it bled flashed through her memory again, and she became afraid to even think a wondered of disobedience. She had no choice but to surrender mind, body, and soul to Diana, not even Goddess Hally, but her friend. The chance of any other life for her, she had sold out long ago.

“You know, when Hally had first asked me to watch you for awhile, I was incredibly annoyed,” Diana went on as she looked down on her so full of righteous amusement, “I mean, who would want to spend an entire weekend with you?” She gave a vile cackle, and Madison sniffled in an attempt to sob through the panties in her mouth. No one, Goddess, she answered in her thoughts.

“I mean, not even your precious Goddess Hally wants that! I have no idea how she tolerates you creeping around the place all the time. I mean, look at yourself. You’re so fucking disgusting,” Diana continued before cackling some more. Madison nodded in agreement and wept. Her cage throbbed so hard she wondered it might start to leak.

“But honestly, now that I’m here, and I realize it’s just me and you tonight, I’m excited,” Diana breathed darkly in her direction. “I could tease you,” she said, pulling the zipper of her tight black leather catsuit down ever so slightly over her enticing cleavage. Madison looked wide-eyed for a glimpse, but her hand moved away as fast as it could.

“I could whip you, or beat you, or lay you over my knees for a much-needed spanking on that lily-white sissy ass of yours. I can bully you as much as I want, and I don’t have to give you anything in return. But you do, you weak little slave. You must give us everything, and suffer through all of our tortures only to serve us that much more.”

Diana’s hand landed on Madison’s tearful little face, the most gentle touch she had yet received from her. Her thumb caressed her cheek lightly, and some warmth found its way into the broken slave’s heart. “That’s the merit of white worms like you, isn’t it?” she asked, setting the answer before her in the question. Her hand moved down to Madison’s red mouth to remove the panties.

“Yes, Mistress Diana. Our worth is in our servitude,” Madison replied ever-so obediently after choking back on her own spit. A thick glob of Diana’s spit emerged from her even thicker lips and hit Madison’s forehead at lightning speed.

“Good little bitch,” she said derisively, and her lips curled ever so slightly into a devilish grin once again. She pulled Madison’s mouth back open by her chin and shoved the pair of panties back inside, then grasped her pale face with both her strong black hands.

“You let that shit dry on your pussy-ass face now,” she sweetly demanded, and Madison nodded in obedience as she felt Diana’s warm spit roll down from her forehead. The cruel mistress removed her hands from her face and grabbed her dangling pink leash before starting towards the hallway. Madison followed on her hands and knees, her tiny penis straining in its cage as she ogled her black mistress’s gigantic leather-covered ass. Diana walked fast and held the leash hard, so Madison’s pink little puppy collar nearly choked her as she struggled to keep up.

They arrived at the bedroom within moments, and Diana took a seat on Goddess Hally’s bed. Madison looked up at her, still on her hands and knees in waiting. “Remove my boots, bitch,” Diana commanded, and Madison obeyed.

She unzipped them carefully and sat them neatly beside her. The little slave couldn’t help but admire Diana’s beautiful black feet. They were far larger than her own, as every part of her was, and each fat little toe was perfectly painted jet black. The scent of rancid sweat wafted off of them and into Madison’s little white nostrils.

Diana removed the panties from her mouth once again, tossing them apart and immediately wiping her fingers on her leather-covered thigh.

“Kiss each one of my toes,” Diana ordered, pointing down to her bare feet, and Madison eagerly knelt down to kiss them each in order starting with her left pinky toe. She went gentle and slow, but each kiss was passionately felt, an act of worship dedicated to this great black queen. The sweaty scent was tolerable even as it filled her mouth. She had a sinking inkling–a hope, even–that this would get much worse.

When she reached Diana’s right big toe, she knelt down further, took it in between her lips, and suckled on it. To her surprise, Diana accepted this without so much as a flinch. Madison took this as a sign that she could do the same to each of Diana’s toes that remained to be worshiped, and so she did.