dalamar
05-24-2005, 9:17 PM
Serving Her - Part III
When I came to, I was lying upon a red velvet floor with a cocktail of leather, sweat and blood filling my senses. My lip had split from the crushing my face had received beneath my goddess in the dining hall. Suddenly memories of being released from the throne and then dragged along endless corridors and up winding stairs filled my mind. I was aware of a presence behind me and tilted my head backwards just in time to see a chunky boot heel lowering itself towards my eye. Stopping inches away, I heard a symphonic voice above me. "Suck my heel or I'll smash your face to a pulp!" Without hesitation I wrapped my mouth around the heel above me and tasted a rich sweetness running down my throat. The heel above me was covered in a chocolate sauce and, having not eaten properly for days, I vigorously begin licking and sucking like a rabid dog. To be rewarded with food at all was a rarity, but to taste something sweet was an honor I could not remember. I felt a pressure as her heel pushed me downwards and laid my head back flat upon the floor as she began fucking my mouth with her heel. I lay there and opened my jaws wide as the thick boot heel filled my entire mouth and pressed down on the back of my throat. My goddess smashed her boot heel in and out of my mouth for several minutes while I sucked and licked the last of my chocolate treat. She removed her heel and stood above me, gazing down into my eyes. "Well my husband, your manners really have improved since we were last together." My face fell aghast as my mind soaked up the words I had just heard. Husband? Could this really be the woman I had married? Was I married at all? It was so hard to remember through the endless days of torture and training. But training it was, that much I could remember. I had given up trying to remember my past long ago, accepting only that I served the guardesses around me without question. My mind was still reeling from the flood of memories and thoughts when a familiar sensation returned. My goddess stamped hard down onto my face, smashing the left side of my head to the floor. My head spun in the pain for a moment and I braced for the next blow but she simply rested there, leaning forward on her knee to apply all of her weight. "They said you might not remember straight away. Good. I don't want you to go back to being the self-opinionated, prideful bastard you were before. You remember how that ended don't you? After the crime you committed, the only way to save your life was for you to come here for training. Despite everything, you are still my husband and I wouldn't have wanted to see you killed. Not by another woman anyway. I will decide when your time has come, and I will be the one to have your body-trophy on my wall." I felt the pressure lift and slowly turned my head upwards to look towards her. After glimpsing her eyes, I averted my gaze downwards and tried to look subservient as my training had taught me.
My goddess stepped across me and walked out of the room. It was then that I realized my wrists and ankles were cuffed to the floor and that the collar around my neck was attached to a rung in the floor by a thick chain. I lay there for almost an hour, trying hard to focus on the events of the last few years. I remembered the daily punishment, Jana beating and whipping me daily and my training to consider licking the dirt from her boot soles as the height of my existence, seeing my guardesses as goddesses and dreaming only of serving them. To think otherwise was mentally painful and it took all of my concentration to avoid falling into the same trance. As I focused harder and harder, the pain increased but I began to remember a time before here. As the pain reached it's climax, so the memory of my life came flooding back. A vision of walking with my wife, so beautiful and so close, the collar around my neck a symbol of pride at being selected as one of her husbands. So few men were permitted to marry, it was of the greatest honor to be selected by a woman as one of her suiters. And then, like a black mark upon my soul I remembered the day that had cursed me to this place. What had possessed me to risk everything I had, I would never understand. And then I remembered, it wasn't my fault. I was walking with my goddess through the marketplace downtown when we came upon one of her close friends. Chloe was her name, she was young and beautiful, and my goddess had always found her to be very amusing. Chloe's slave was with her and was looking bruised and beaten as always. I greeted her as instructed by falling to my knees and showering kisses upon her feet. A mild tug from my goddess indicated enough and I backed away slightly, lowering my face to the floor. After a short period of reverance, I returned to my mistresses side and averted my eyes to the ground. Chloe joined us and the four of us continued shopping, my mistress and her friend walking ahead while her slave and I trailed behind carrying bags and boxes, shuffling along with our eyes on the heels of our goddesses in front of us. My mistress was trying on a new dress in one of the dressing rooms when Chloe walked over to me and placed her hand around my throat. "What the fuck was that you stupid bitch?" I replied reverently that I did not understand. She slapped me hard across my right cheek and I almost fell to the ground from the ferocity of her strike. "When you greeted me earlier, I saw you looking at my legs instead of focusing your eyes on the task of worshiping my feet." She accented her final words by driving her left knee deep into my crotch. As I doubled over in pain, I heard her laughing above me, and just as my knees hit the floor she grabbed my hair and pulled upwards sharply. As my head snapped backwards she drove her other knee into the side of my face. I reeled backwards and crumpled to the ground. I heard her heels approaching and reflexively twisted my head to catch sight of the next blow. She bent over to whisper in my ear and said "I want to cause you pain, I know you did nothing wrong, but it makes me hot to play with your life this way." I heard her moan and realised she was reaching between her legs. As she again stood over me I saw her hand dissapear down the front of her tight leather pants. She raised her heel above my head and, as she rubbed herself violently, smashed my face into the floor. After a few minutes of her mashing my face with her feet I heard her climax explosively, which she accented with a few final sharp kicks before standing and composing herself. A few minutes later my mistress emerged from the dressing room in her new dress and Chloe ran over to her, screaming and shouting about my indiscretion while I was alone with her. To offend a lady is the worst crime and carries punishment of death. The offended lady is permitted to execute the slave in whatever way she sees fit. The only leniance available is to serve for a term at a state training facility and is only possible in the case of a first offense. Despite the numerous other slaves in her stable, my mistress had chosen to keep me by enrolling me at the castle I had called home for the last five years. Chloe must have been pissed, I can only imagine the insult of being denied that pleasure. But my mistress had obviously valued my service in some way and the feeling of bliss from being wanted in this small way rushed through me. I resolved to serve her like I had never done before, I would not ever make a mistake and I would devote every part of my being to ensuring her complete satisfaction.
My spirit hardened and for the first time in five years, I felt like I had a chance of finding solid ground. At that moment the door opened and a beautiful blond vixen strode into the room. She was short and slender, with long blond hair and deep green eyes. A tight pair of knee high boots encased her feet and legs in tight shiny leather and covered a tight pair of blood red leather pants that hugged her glorious form. Her tight smooth waistline exposed her perfect abdomen and led to the tight black leather corset that held her breasts high on her chest. She was wearing very little makeup, just enough to highlight her natural beauty. The vision of her standing there hit me like a lead weight. My heart stopped beating and my head felt like it would explode. Through shaky lips and the whispy breaths of my throat constricted with fear, I managed to squeeze out my greeting. "Goddess Chloe!"
When I came to, I was lying upon a red velvet floor with a cocktail of leather, sweat and blood filling my senses. My lip had split from the crushing my face had received beneath my goddess in the dining hall. Suddenly memories of being released from the throne and then dragged along endless corridors and up winding stairs filled my mind. I was aware of a presence behind me and tilted my head backwards just in time to see a chunky boot heel lowering itself towards my eye. Stopping inches away, I heard a symphonic voice above me. "Suck my heel or I'll smash your face to a pulp!" Without hesitation I wrapped my mouth around the heel above me and tasted a rich sweetness running down my throat. The heel above me was covered in a chocolate sauce and, having not eaten properly for days, I vigorously begin licking and sucking like a rabid dog. To be rewarded with food at all was a rarity, but to taste something sweet was an honor I could not remember. I felt a pressure as her heel pushed me downwards and laid my head back flat upon the floor as she began fucking my mouth with her heel. I lay there and opened my jaws wide as the thick boot heel filled my entire mouth and pressed down on the back of my throat. My goddess smashed her boot heel in and out of my mouth for several minutes while I sucked and licked the last of my chocolate treat. She removed her heel and stood above me, gazing down into my eyes. "Well my husband, your manners really have improved since we were last together." My face fell aghast as my mind soaked up the words I had just heard. Husband? Could this really be the woman I had married? Was I married at all? It was so hard to remember through the endless days of torture and training. But training it was, that much I could remember. I had given up trying to remember my past long ago, accepting only that I served the guardesses around me without question. My mind was still reeling from the flood of memories and thoughts when a familiar sensation returned. My goddess stamped hard down onto my face, smashing the left side of my head to the floor. My head spun in the pain for a moment and I braced for the next blow but she simply rested there, leaning forward on her knee to apply all of her weight. "They said you might not remember straight away. Good. I don't want you to go back to being the self-opinionated, prideful bastard you were before. You remember how that ended don't you? After the crime you committed, the only way to save your life was for you to come here for training. Despite everything, you are still my husband and I wouldn't have wanted to see you killed. Not by another woman anyway. I will decide when your time has come, and I will be the one to have your body-trophy on my wall." I felt the pressure lift and slowly turned my head upwards to look towards her. After glimpsing her eyes, I averted my gaze downwards and tried to look subservient as my training had taught me.
My goddess stepped across me and walked out of the room. It was then that I realized my wrists and ankles were cuffed to the floor and that the collar around my neck was attached to a rung in the floor by a thick chain. I lay there for almost an hour, trying hard to focus on the events of the last few years. I remembered the daily punishment, Jana beating and whipping me daily and my training to consider licking the dirt from her boot soles as the height of my existence, seeing my guardesses as goddesses and dreaming only of serving them. To think otherwise was mentally painful and it took all of my concentration to avoid falling into the same trance. As I focused harder and harder, the pain increased but I began to remember a time before here. As the pain reached it's climax, so the memory of my life came flooding back. A vision of walking with my wife, so beautiful and so close, the collar around my neck a symbol of pride at being selected as one of her husbands. So few men were permitted to marry, it was of the greatest honor to be selected by a woman as one of her suiters. And then, like a black mark upon my soul I remembered the day that had cursed me to this place. What had possessed me to risk everything I had, I would never understand. And then I remembered, it wasn't my fault. I was walking with my goddess through the marketplace downtown when we came upon one of her close friends. Chloe was her name, she was young and beautiful, and my goddess had always found her to be very amusing. Chloe's slave was with her and was looking bruised and beaten as always. I greeted her as instructed by falling to my knees and showering kisses upon her feet. A mild tug from my goddess indicated enough and I backed away slightly, lowering my face to the floor. After a short period of reverance, I returned to my mistresses side and averted my eyes to the ground. Chloe joined us and the four of us continued shopping, my mistress and her friend walking ahead while her slave and I trailed behind carrying bags and boxes, shuffling along with our eyes on the heels of our goddesses in front of us. My mistress was trying on a new dress in one of the dressing rooms when Chloe walked over to me and placed her hand around my throat. "What the fuck was that you stupid bitch?" I replied reverently that I did not understand. She slapped me hard across my right cheek and I almost fell to the ground from the ferocity of her strike. "When you greeted me earlier, I saw you looking at my legs instead of focusing your eyes on the task of worshiping my feet." She accented her final words by driving her left knee deep into my crotch. As I doubled over in pain, I heard her laughing above me, and just as my knees hit the floor she grabbed my hair and pulled upwards sharply. As my head snapped backwards she drove her other knee into the side of my face. I reeled backwards and crumpled to the ground. I heard her heels approaching and reflexively twisted my head to catch sight of the next blow. She bent over to whisper in my ear and said "I want to cause you pain, I know you did nothing wrong, but it makes me hot to play with your life this way." I heard her moan and realised she was reaching between her legs. As she again stood over me I saw her hand dissapear down the front of her tight leather pants. She raised her heel above my head and, as she rubbed herself violently, smashed my face into the floor. After a few minutes of her mashing my face with her feet I heard her climax explosively, which she accented with a few final sharp kicks before standing and composing herself. A few minutes later my mistress emerged from the dressing room in her new dress and Chloe ran over to her, screaming and shouting about my indiscretion while I was alone with her. To offend a lady is the worst crime and carries punishment of death. The offended lady is permitted to execute the slave in whatever way she sees fit. The only leniance available is to serve for a term at a state training facility and is only possible in the case of a first offense. Despite the numerous other slaves in her stable, my mistress had chosen to keep me by enrolling me at the castle I had called home for the last five years. Chloe must have been pissed, I can only imagine the insult of being denied that pleasure. But my mistress had obviously valued my service in some way and the feeling of bliss from being wanted in this small way rushed through me. I resolved to serve her like I had never done before, I would not ever make a mistake and I would devote every part of my being to ensuring her complete satisfaction.
My spirit hardened and for the first time in five years, I felt like I had a chance of finding solid ground. At that moment the door opened and a beautiful blond vixen strode into the room. She was short and slender, with long blond hair and deep green eyes. A tight pair of knee high boots encased her feet and legs in tight shiny leather and covered a tight pair of blood red leather pants that hugged her glorious form. Her tight smooth waistline exposed her perfect abdomen and led to the tight black leather corset that held her breasts high on her chest. She was wearing very little makeup, just enough to highlight her natural beauty. The vision of her standing there hit me like a lead weight. My heart stopped beating and my head felt like it would explode. Through shaky lips and the whispy breaths of my throat constricted with fear, I managed to squeeze out my greeting. "Goddess Chloe!"