Aphrodite's Story - Part 2
Copyright by pedic
Acquaintance
“Please make up your mind miss Aphrodite, because I have to come out of the water and I surely need my bathing suit for this reason,” I said boldly.
-“Mrs. Aphrodite, if you please,” the mysterious woman says, particularly stressing the word “Mrs”.
“I most probably came up with an eccentric woman,” I thought as I abruptly turned my back to her, ready to go on with my swimming, although deep inside me, something urged me to turn back. I finally turn and look at her. The direct sun almost blinds my vision and I cannot have a clear view. I can only see a shapely figure.
-“Alright mrs. Aphrodite, what can I do for you?” I finally ask sighing in despair.
-“Please come closer! I can hardly hear you,” she shouts back at me.
I swim closer to her, trying to hide my naked body as much as I could, under the circumstances. She comes closer too. The sun obscures my vision for yet another time, not letting me see her face. She is wearing a hut, holding my bathing suit on one
-“What can I do for you mrs. Aphrodite?” I ask her again.
-“Maybe everything my boy, simply everything. But most importantly in the right manner and at the right time…” She says meaningfully and comes even closer.
I stay still with my bum just rising slightly above the water, a small casualty in the battle to reach the beach. She approaches me and stands in front of me. Her feet sink deep in the wet sand. I can see a pair of shapely calves on beautiful ankles half hidden by the wet sand from my position. That’s all I manage to see from here, not being able to look any higher.
-“Ok. But at least, don’t we have to start from somewhere?” I ask wondering with myself for not arguing her attitude and simply giving up with the dispute. I was never good at setting any kind of limits, I said to myself.
-“Let’s begin with proper rules of conduct then. Please rephrase your question,” she says leaning towards me.
Her presence gives me a peculiar feeling. I cannot move. I feel a strange numbness on my whole body. Like I am bound hand and foot by invisible daemons, maybe angels, soldiers or guards. The invisible guards of Aphrodite perhaps?
-“What can I do for you mrs. Aphrodite?” I ask again.
I suddenly feel a slight pain on my back, as she has just hit me using her shoes.
-“Come on now! You can do better than this!” She insists, like a teacher waiting the right answer from her student.
-“What do you want me to do mrs. Aphrodite?” I try again.
I hear no reply while I receive a second hit on my back, this time even harder, maybe with the heel of her shoe.
Under normal circumstances I would have stood up in front of her, clearly showing who’s the strongest among us, maybe delivering “a few quick smacks” on her face, a phrase common among some friends of mine. I lay down still instead, grounded at her feet by her loyal guards.
-“What do you want, for God’s sake?” I finally ask with traces of panic, agony and resentment in my voice.
This time she hit me really hard, maybe causing me to bleed. I’m now certain that I must be forcibly bound by invisible and invincible forces. I’m beginning to panic now.
It’s an ordeal! Or better say a test, I suddenly think to myself. Whatever it is, I need to find an answer, or else I need to find a drugstore or, even worse, a hospital…
-“Oh my! Try to think for a while! Here, let me help you: what might a Lady ask from a man lying at Her Feet?” I hear her saying, repeating her last sentence stressing every word out, almost theatrically, like being spoken as part of an ancient act.
Style, attitude, expression, I try to think in despair. I may need alternate words, ways of action, or even phrases. I’m beginning to get confused.
I suddenly remember the magazine I was reading a few moments ago:
… Aphrodite, Goddess of love …
What should I do if a real Goddess was present? Maybe this is exactly what the mysterious woman surrounded by invisible guards demands from me.
In any case, the fact of having invisible guards, doesn’t it by itself prove that this woman is in fact a Goddess?
Can someone feel pain while dreaming, or the pain on my back actually shows that what happens now happens in the real world?
Is she driving me crazy, or I just drive into a crazy reality, a real virtuality?
The magazine article and the mysterious woman. Can this be a coincidence? Something strange goes on around me, something that I’m unable to comprehend.
-“What do you wish Madam?” I anxiously ask, fearing for the next hit.
-“Simply to obey your Mistress,” She finally says with a smiling voice.
-“Alright then,” I say with a relief in my voice.
-Alright?
Her voice becomes bold and dangerously cold again.
-“Just alright?” She repeats, almost interrogating me…
I feel the heel of her shoe ready to inscribe another message on my back.
-“Yes Mistress!” I almost cry out in pain and agony.
-“So you see you can talk the proper way after all, can’ you?” She adds meaningfully.
-“Follow me,” She orders and turns her back to me, definitely certain that I would obey.
I think that I feel invisible arms lifting me, dragging me closer to her. Or is it just my imagination?
I follow her, trying hopelessly to hide my nakedness with my bare hands, trying to understand what’s going on, or rather what’s going around. She takes me to my belongings; she nods to me to collect them and leads me to a primitive shower, no doubt an invention by a romantic engineer, the only fresh water shower around.
-“Clean yourself,” She tells me, with an unquestionable manner in her voice
I promptly obey. “What is happening to me?” I wonder. I’m totally naked in front of a stranger, simply doing whatever she wants. I have to react somehow. But what can I do? Her “Presence” nails me to the ground. Oh God, am I turning crazy? I think that “some strange thing” possesses me. Something unknown to me, that makes me see things in a completely different way….
The infamous guards might be in my mind only, but I’m still afraid of them. I do not dare do anything to go away, save myself. “Save myself from what?” I wonder. “Save myself from whom?” Am I in any danger?
-“Please face me, I want to see you,” She commands.
I turn towards her, forgetting for a moment that I’m still naked.
-“Keep your legs spread apart, hands on your waist,” She continues.
She examines me carefully, like someone who wants to find out what I’m made of. I feel humiliated and uncomfortable, as I slowly turn around me. Sun is distressingly hot and my back is aching.
-“Not bad, you can do better; with the right effort. You need hard work though,” She finally says.
-“But what do you mean Mistress?” I ask hesitantly.
-“Look into my eyes!” She commands and goes on.
I look at her closely for the first time. Her feminine face was perfectly balanced, with two of the most exquisite eyes I’ve ever seen. “Eternal beauty” I think to myself.
-“You are, who you are. You are not, who you were anymore,” She adds up enigmatically.
-“But…” I’m beginning to mumble looking her straight in the eyes.
-“Silence! Don’t you ever interrupt me! I haven’t finished yet!” She abruptly says.
“Next time you’ll look into my eyes will be … when you’re given permission. I do not know if you’re the one. We’ll soon find out. I have to put you on trial. I cannot keep you just like that. And first of all I demand absolute obedience, respect and sincere devotion. These for starters…” She says in a strict voice.
“What’s going on?” I wonder.
Where am I?
Am I dreaming in my sleep, am I hallucinating? I feel like taking part in an absurd theatre. But the infamous guards prevent me from asking anything. I feel like being the spoils of a victorious campaign, being offered to the glorious Queen, who hasn’t decided yet if she’ll likes them or not…
-“Put your clothes on and follow me,” She orders, handing me her shoes to carry.
-“Yes Mistress!” I promptly obey.
-Mm!
We finally reach her car. She unlocks it and sits on the driver’s side feet outside.
-“Hand me the shoes and bring me a bottle with freshwater. It’s in the trunk.” She commands me.
I rush at the back and in no time I return with the bottle in my hands. She nods me to lean in front of her. She lazily extends her right foot, very well shaped, even with all this sand stuck on it.
-“Clean it!” She commands pointing to her foot.
Very carefully I rinse her foot with water and rubbing very gently, I remove the sand. I take special care in between her tender toes, doing my best not to distress her.
-“Dry it,” She orders handing me a towel.
I promptly obey and gently dry her foot with the towel.
-“Kiss it!” She commands.
I look at her in confusion. She kicks me gently on the face, making me to loose my balance.
-“I don’t remember giving you permission to look an me in the eyes. Now kiss my foot,” She says.
I take her foot into my hands, holding it by the heel and place a gentle kiss on her toes.
-“Carry on!” She says extending her foot more towards me.
I go on kissing her foot with tender kisses, going from the tips of her toes, up to ankle high and back again. This must have lasted for more that a quarter of an hour.
-“Enough!” She suddenly says giving me her shoe. I very carefully put it on her foot.
She offers me her left foot and I start all over again with the drill. Washing, drying, foot-kissing for as long as she wished, until I’m finally ordered to put her shoe on.
-“Put your belongings into the trunk and put yourself in as well. Pull the hood down from inside. Off we go now.” She finally says.
-“Shall I go into the trunk?” I dare to ask in confusion.
She gently pushes me again with her foot, sending me to the ground.
-“I don’t take you for deaf. Are you by any chance an idiot?” She asks.
-“No Mistress, I am not,” I reply graciously.
-“Then don’t make me repeat the same things over and over again. It’s very annoying, say the least tiresome!” She says.
-Yes Mistress!
I put my things in the trunk and jump in as well, pulling the hood above me. I’m packed in total darkness now. I feel the car moving. I’m also moving …
But I cannot see where to …
There is surely a difference between a car seat and a car trunk. Being in the trunk, all vibrations from the rear wheels reach me directly. All things inside the trunk are against me, mercilessly hitting me in every sudden move of the car.
I have a strange feeling of being bought in a cattle market and now I’m driven back to the farm by my new owner. Or even being a hunted animal, the result of a possibly successful hunt. Yes, Goddess went hunting and I was caught in her snare. I should normally feel rage for what is happening to me. But I feel nothing anymore. Just like a trapped animal that has surrendered its fate to the hunters…
I suddenly come up with a crazy idea: I’ll wait till the trunk opens up. I’ll then quickly jump out and run like hell to freedom away from my hunter. “That’s exactly what I’ll do!” I say to myself with pride, for thinking such a clever plan, a plan that has not being noticed by the infamous guards. My trapped animal instinct has spoken …
I feel the car slowing down. I can sense from its movements that is parking somewhere. I have no idea where I am taken. Maybe that was the reason I’ was put in the trunk: to be unable to see where I was taken! Anyway I’ m ready to make my move.”Watch it! Don’t get blinded by the sudden light!” I think to myself, happy that I’ve thought all the plan details. “Remember: When the hood opens, just jump out and run like hell. You’ll be free in no time. Piece of cake man!” I say to myself.
I hear the distinctive sound of the lock. The hood suddenly opens up. I quickly spring my head out, ready to leap like a cheetah to freedom. The sudden light doesn’t blind me. I stay still for a fraction of time, confused by the fact that an anticipated stimulus is not there. I see walls all around me. There is a large garage door on one side. Better say a shut garage door…
I stay frozen, half my body out of the trunk, realizing that this must be exactly the feeling that trapped animals have. The difference is that I’m not an animal. Or am I?
She quickly leans over me and with a swift move she places a collar around my neck. I hear the safety click together with the sound of a chain being fastened on it. “Chain?” I manage to wonder.
Have you ever been in a position where you are surrounded by totally unexpected stimuli, in incomprehensible situations, among unknown people?
It’s first time for me. Confusion is almost total.
What do you do in a situation like this?
In my case, I simply lost control, unable to think, my mind barely working only to support vital life functions. Or it was just like this since I’m still alive. Everything else is vague and obscure.
She pulls me by the chain and leads me to the house by an internal staircase…
She takes me to a small room, with no windows. There was a narrow opening one of the walls, leading to a tiny bathroom.
“Isn’t she scared being alone in her house with somebody she just met?” I wonder.
“You fool! Look around you and you’ll most probably find out who’s supposed to be scared of whom!” I think to myself.
-“Time to rest,” She commands removing the chain from my collar with a swift movement.
I hear the door closing and locking as she leaves the room.
The room is dark now. I try to find the switch for the lights. I manage to find it. It doesn’t respond. I’m slowly getting used to the dark as a gloomy sense of light floods the room. A small closet nearby, a night-table and an exercise mattress in a corner are the only furniture decorating the place.
-“Imagine if I was to pay for this!” I think to myself smiling.
Oh God! It’s no time for jokes now! My whole existence is at stakes and I can only think of silly jokes. What is happening to me! I lie down on the mattress trying to relax and gather my thoughts. It was just like a switch turned off dropping me to an insubstantiality of sleep …
-“Don’t push Sir, if you please!” I protest to the man standing besides me in the crowded bus. A bus with a driver who surely imagines that he’s driving an F-1 Ferrari.
-“I told you Sir, don’t push!” I repeatedly say. But he keeps pushing me, ramming my ribs, blinding me with his torch light.
-“What on earth does he need the torch light for?” I wonder.
Have you ever come across a situation where there is a real outside stimulus and your mind manages to insert it in your dreams? Or maybe manages to give birth to a dream simply to accommodate the stimulus? It happens to me all the time. This was another time, no exception.
-“So wake up already!” I hear an anxious voice.
I open my eyes only to be blinded by the light. I’m trying to realize where I am. A woman is standing over me, pushing my ribs with her feet, to wake me up. I instinctively bring my wrist to my eyes to have a look at my watch. I hear a hissing sound and a feel slight burn on my wrist. I wonder what it was.
-“Take your watch off! You won’t be needing it anymore. There are clocks on the walls showing My time. You can forget yours!” She says in a strict voice.
-“Yes Mistress!” I quickly obey and take my watch off, anxious that the infamous guards might be around.
-“Whatever you wear from now on, is because I give it to you, or I permit you to. Is this understrood?” She asks.
-“Yes Mistress!” I reply.
-“Stand up now,” She orders standing magnificently over me.
I was hardly standing when she puts my chain to the collar with a swift movement. She turns around and starts walking. As soon as the chain slack diminishes, she pulls the chain hard. I lose my balance dropping to the floor. She keeps pulling.
-“Don’t get careless,” She boldly says, still walking gallantly.
I follow her like a puppy, trying to balance my steps with the chain slack. I can see her holding a thin stick. So that’s what burnt my wrist…
She leads me to a smartly furnished room, maybe the living room. She stops in front of an armchair. She touches my shoulder with her stick, pushing me down. I kneel, hoping this is what she wishes. She sits on the armchair crossing her legs. I instinctively raise my head slightly to look at her. She gently pushes my head down with the stick.
-“Down!” She commands.
I’m now looking at the soles of her shoes. Slightly dirty, I think to myself. There is a tiny bit of gum stuck underneath. “I must remove it!” I think. My mind wonders trying to imagine that the piece of gum is no longer there. But it is! Mocking me! Playing with me! “Relax. You’re not detective Monk after all!” I say to myself. I feel a slight sting on my chick. Something hissed nearby. Her stick maybe?
Well yes … and no. It was her stick. But it was not a stick. It was a small whip made out of dark leather, more like a small riding crop, very well woven and very effective, I must confess. I manage to control my surprise and stay in my kneeling position.
She slightly lifts my t-shirt with the tip of her whip. I take it off. It tangles with my chain. She helps me out. The t-shirt is gone, the chain rules!
-“You need a lot of training. But maybe you have the basic skills that I can depend upon. You’re very lucky you’ve found me now that I have the time and interest to help you.” She says.
-“I do not understand…” I manage to stumble with a low voice. Another slight burn on my chick. Or wasn’t it a burn? I heard the hissing again just before the burning feeling. Just like the snake hisses before biting its victim!
-You’d better talk only for a reason and after my permission only.
-“Yes …” Hissing noise; burning felling.
-Yes Mistress!
-“Your training begins from this moment. I would be better of with a dog. It would be more cooperative and maybe more effective. But we can change that. Don’t let me down!” She says authoritatively.
-“Yes Mistress! I shall not let you down.” I reply. Hissing noise; burning feeling.
-“You’d better watch you attitude from now on. I am Me and you’re simply … dust on my soles. Try again!” she commands with a cold voice.
-“Yes Mistress. I shall not let You down!” I say again trying for the proper attitude.
-“That’ better. Let’s go on. There is only one simple thing that I demand from you: your full submission to My will. It’s so simple, even a dog can do it. It seems that you definitely require some extra work to reach this level. Do you understand what I’m saying?” she finally asks.
-“Yes Mistress, I understand You perfectly!” I reply, although deep inside me I feel that I’m not so sure about this. But there’s no time or room for intellectual thinking now!
Another attack from the mischievous piece of gum.
-“What are you staring at?” She asks.
-Forgive me Mistress! There’s a small piece of gum stuck underneath your right shoe.
-“Is that so? What are you waiting for? Take it off now!” She commands, extending Her foot towards me.
With great care, I remove the gum with my fingernails. Lucky for me it wasn’t very dry and hard. The gum, full of sand from the beach, had lost its adhesive powers and was easy to remove. In no time Her sole was clean. My first good effort for the day, I thought with a slight smile of triumph in my face.
-“All right Mistress, I took it off!” I said holding the piece of sand-gum in my hand.
-“What are you waiting for then? We don’t want to waste it. Swallow it! Consider it as your first reward for serving me properly!” She says.
I look at the gum in total confusion. An assortment of plastic, sand, soil and everything else that might have stuck on it during its journey as a stowaway passenger on Her shoe. The infamous guards hold me still in front of Her feet. Trying to control my urge to vomit, I put the gum in my mouth. My body makes an instinctive spasm trying to reject the newcomer. She leans towards me, grabs me by the hair, sealing my mouth with Her hand. Just like a child that is forced to swallow his medicine.
-“Eat it now!” She says with an unquestionable tone in her voice.
My body refuses to receive Her gift. I start trembling in disgust and agony. Finally with a last formidable effort I manage to swallow Her gift. I sense the gum scratching my palate, down my throat, ending in my stomach. She realizes this and lets go of my mouth. She resumes her position in the armchair crossing her legs again.
-“Well done! It wasn’t so difficult after all!” She says in a playful voice, gently lifting my chin with the tip of her foot.
-“No Mistress, it wan’t so hard!” I admit with a childish enthusiasm in my voice, still keeping my eyes low.
What is happening to me! I’m doing things I could never have imagined and all I do is feeling happy for nothing. Or isn’t it nothing? Or maybe I knew about those things I’m doing long time ago but never realized it. I suddenly feel the cold touch of the whip on my face.
-Do not let your mind wonder. I do not like this.
-Yes Mistress!
It’s amazingly remarkable that this woman can change her mood so quickly. From calm to furious from soft to bold, from warm to cold …
It’s also remarkably amazing that I obey such a woman, a woman I’ve just met, so unusually unusual, who is not used to normal behavior…
She suddenly stands up above me.
The posture you have now is called “expectation posture”. You are expected to have this posture whenever you stand near me waiting orders. You must be in the kneeling position, your back straight, hands free to move at my wish. You are to remember this.
-“Submission posture!” She sharply commands. She uses the tip of Her whip to push me down.
-Kneel down until your forehead touches the ground, knees touching one another, hands extended forwards, palms facing down, touching the floor, fingers close to each other, hurry up!
I promptly assume the posture she commands, trying to be swift and stay still at the end. She again uses the tip of Her whip to make minor corrections to the position of my body, touching my skin from top to bottom. I live some agonizing moments not knowing when this caressing will turn into a snake’s hiss with a blazing burn… the whip stops its agonizing movement on my bum. I sense a slight hit more like a joyful caress I would say.
-“Take your clothes off!” She finally says.
-“Excuse me Mistress…” I dare to say…
The hissing was stronger now. The burn on my bum too. I begin swaying left to right, roaring with pain. The infamous guards keep me nailed beside Her feet.
-Never forget the only thing I demand from you: obedience!
Having learnt my lesson by now, I quickly take my clothes off. I was on the edge of asking Her if I was to take everything off, but my instincts told me otherwise, lucky for me. I assume the submission posture, totally naked before Her, my forehead touching the floor, hands extended forwards, palms facing down. I feel She’s inspecting me carefully.
She comes from the back and slightly lifts my bum with the tip of Her whip between my thighs. Swaying the whip from left to right, she makes me spread my legs apart. She intensively caresses me with the tip of Her whip. I respond in no time.
-“Mm,” She says curiously, “Very interesting. You’re almost ready for milking,” She adds up playfully.
I’m totally lost now. Of course, I don’t dare asking anything concerning the details. I try to stay still, holding my posture, as She wishes.
She suddenly grabs my dick with Her hand and pulls it hard downwards and backwards. I roar with pain.
-“Stay still!” She commands.
She squeezes me even more, pulling my dick downwards, slipping it inside something. I didn’t know what it was. This thing squeezes me even more. It hurts, I cannot bear it. I suffer…
-“This will help you stay pure,” She meaningfully says. It’ll protect you from behaving like an animal. It is up to me only to permit you to take it off, when I wish. The same goes for your collar. Both these are indications of your place in my service. The collar will remind you of who you are, while the restraint will remind you of what you shouldn’t be.
I must confess that I did not understand a lot being in my present position. But I dare not ask any more. Who cares anyway!
-“Yes Mistress!” I mumble in agony.
-Expectation posture, right away!
Forgetting my agony for a moment, I straighten my back, still in the kneeling position. I can feel Her walking around me, inspecting me carefully. She makes slight corrections to my posture, using the tip of Her whip as an extension to Her hands. She slightly raises my dick, indicating that this is the way it should be.
-Keep your eyes low. You will only look at My feet, unless I say otherwise. Your attitude must be such that your “decorations” are always visible.
She points to my collar and restraint with Her whip.
I am surrounded by so many stimuli in so little time. They disorient you, believe me. In a moment like this, a human mind cannot think rationally, compose acts, show indications of strategic thinking. In other words, it cannot lie, among other things.
And I’m standing in the middle of such a situation. I do not feel naked anymore. I do not feel ashamed. Is it fear? Is it agony? Is it madness? Or is it just pure lust? This woman manages to pull out of me thoughts, feelings and instincts that never existed. “You full,” I think to myself. “These things must exist within you. How else could She pull them out?”
-“Devotion posture,” She suddenly says, extending the whip forward and downward, pointing to the floor.
I freeze not knowing what she’s expecting me to do. I fear that hissing will commence in no time.
-Posture of devotion, then.
She patiently and steadily goes on, like an experienced instructor who leads the journey of knowledge and self exploration with you.
-Every time you see Me or any of My friends, you must “proclaim” your devotion and obedience to Me. This is done as follows: as soon as you see my hand pointing forward and downward with index finger, with or without my whip, you are to assume a kneeling position, if not already there, gently embrace My feet and kiss the tips of My shoes, or all of My toes which happen to be visible, on both My feet. If I point to another woman, you are to act the same on Her. If I only extend My hand towards you, you are to kiss it showing your obedience and devotion to Me. Is this understood?
-“Perfectly Mistress!” I promptly say with a touch of enthusiasm in my voice.
-“Show Me!” She commands.
I bow down from my kneeling position, embracing both Her feet with my hands, kissing each one of Her sweet toes resting in Her smart sandals.
-Now you are ready to go on and learn the proper greeting, which is a combination of what you’ve learnt so far.
From expectation posture down to devotion posture.
You then greet Me saying, “Greetings Mistress. Your wish is my command!”
Then you must assume the obedience posture.
Expectation, devotion, greeting, submission. Is this understood?
-Yes Mistress!
-“Show Me!” She commands, pulling me up with the chain.
I first kneel with my hands on either side (expectation).
I then bow down and embrace Her smart feet, kissing Her toes one by one (devotion).
-Greetings Mistress! You wish is my command (greeting).
I finally release her feet and lean down, my forehead touching the floor, extending my hands forward, leaving Her feet between my arms, slightly raising my bum (submission).
I anxiously wait for Her approval. I feel that she’s carefully watching me. I dare not move though, nor raise my head at all. “did I do something wrong” I think to myself, waiting for the usual snake hissing…
-“Not so bad for a beginner!” She finally says.
I’m relieved now. I begin to feel great satisfaction for my progress. Just like a small child who learns to cycle and makes his first efforts to balance on two wheels. She comes closer and slightly raises my forehead with the tip of Her shoe, positioning Her foot underneath my face. Instinctively I place gentle wet kisses on Her toes. She pats me slightly on my back with Her whip.
-“I don’t remember giving you permission for what you’re doing,” She says with a smiling voice, indicating Her approval for my “misbehavior”.
-“Please forgive me Mistress!” I respectfully say.
-“Enough for now,” She says and walks to the armchair, pulling me gently by the chain.
She sits down and I kneel in front of Her.
-“Take My shoes off,” She orders.
I immediately obey and carefully remove Her smart sandals. She rests Her naked feet on my lap.
-“Kiss my feet!” She commands.
Very carefully I lift Her feet by the heels. I bring them close to my face and start kissing them gently placing numerous wet kisses on Her soles and toes, one foot at a time. She lets me go on for some time. She then pulls Her feet and places them on the floor.
-“Enough if this. I want you to lie down now in front of me facing up,” she commands.
I obey immediately and place my body along the sofa.
She rests the right foot on my chest, the left on my belly. I hear the TV being switched on.
-Do not bother me now, I wish to relax and rest.
-“Yes Mistr…” She cups my mouth with the sole of Her foot.
I stay still, making sure that Her foot doesn’t slip off my face down to the floor. I use my hands to support it slightly. My movements are so gentle, like touching cotton buds. As a matter of fact Her heels are so velvet-soft, like they are made of cotton buds or better say pure silk.
She raises her left foot and rests it between my thighs. Once again I roar with pain, although my voice hardly comes out below Her foot. I try to stay still, which proves to be very difficult, as she starts vaguely playing with my dick. My whole body soon gets into action, making my restraint to bite hard on me. As soon as my excitement builds up, so is the pain from my restrain. This acts as a safety valve, regulating excitement and pain with agonizing side effects. I begin slowly to realize that what is happening to me now must be part of my training, although I cannot see any reason.
She continuously sways Her left foot, driving my organ to a frenzy and agonizing dance. I think I’m going to burst any moment now. The pain is building continuously, torturously…
Pain must be the best trainer of all. I’m beginning to control my excitement, keeping pain under bearable levels. I feel like a mouse being trained to find the exit inside a maze. I must find the rhythm alone, I must find ways, not answers… I lost trace of time.
She suddenly sits up stepping on my body, perfectly balancing her body with Her feet, one on my face, the other on my chest. My breath is caught under the sudden weight on my chest. I breath with difficulty, I sigh in agony. She ignores me. She begins very slowly to walk on me. Every one of Her steps is like an agonizing journey between breath and pain. She keeps ignoring me. Finally she steps off me and pulls me to the centre of the room. She points to four hidden rings on the floor underneath the carpet, giving me four leather straps. Every strap is adjustable and has a fastener ring attached.
-Put these on you hands and feet, lie down facing up and fasten them on the rings on the floor, feet first, then your hands.
I obey promptly. I fasten my feet and manage to fasten one hand. She swiftly leans over me and fastens my other hand and tightening all the four straps. I now lie helplessly on the floor, hands and feet spread apart making an “X” sign with my body.
She begins caressing my body softly with the tip of Her whip. She squeezes my nipples with Her toes. She does the same with my nose. Every time I move, she softly hits me with Her whip. Every hit is perfectly controlled so as not to inflict unbearable pain, but just remind me to stay still.
She takes of Her panties, opens my mouth and pushes her panties in my mouth. The taste is unusually sweet, exciting, my restraint jumps into action.
-“I expect you to have it properly cleaned by tomorrow. My ‘little one’ needs it,” She adds smiling meaningfully. “And now it’s time to meet her. Please be respectful.”
She places her feet on each side of my head and slowly lowers her body, placing Her “little one” just above my head. Moving Her hips back and forth She rubs my face with “little one”. All of a sudden everything seems to be nicer now. Fragrance is divine, intoxicating, arresting. The pain on my groin is excruciating but I don’t care any more. My primeval instincts wake up inside me creating new biorhythms, new experiences, unprecedented desires. I now breath thought her velvet erogenous zone. Every breath I take is like joyful music into my ears. I feel I’m transforming to something else. But what? I think I steadily unite with Her, becoming part of Her body, trying to follow Her magnificent perfection and harmony. My nose hungrily collects every smell around it, like a composer trying to combine all these notes of lust to a magnificent song. Her movements are so perfect!
Every move is perfectly balanced, successfully aiming at every sensory cell on my face, right to the spot. I feel my restraint is on the edge of breaking up. I begin to growl shamelessly , like an animal, Her panties still in my mouth, giving me all sorts of perpetual, intoxicating and erotic flavors… I must be in Heaven, I wonder.
Then, suddenly She stands up.
-“You’ll sleep here!” She coldly announces. “I’ll see you in the morning.” She turns the lights off and leaves the room, with me still tied to the cold floor. I want to scream but Her panties forbid me, chock me, dominate me. My face still smells of “little one’s” juices. God, I’m so excited and so tired. My restraint burns me, my wounds burn me rebirth commences…
I finally fall asleep. Or maybe I just fainted. Everything is so vague I don’t know, I don’t care anymore…