Thank You Goddess
The ring of the bell sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. Goddess was calling me to Her presence. As Goddess demanded i was appropriately dressed in a French maids uniform except that the skirt was very short to allow Goddess access to Her playthings - front and back. my long hair was done up in a tight bun. i was wearing seamed fish net stay up hosiery. my lipstick matched the color of my toe nail polish and my finger nail polish. i was freshly manicured and pedicured. i was in very high heels. i checked my makeup and ensured my seams were straight. As i hurried down the hall every step reminded me of my exposed nipples and the weighted nipple clamps attached to them. Thank You Goddess.
i knocked politely at Goddess's door and waited patiently. Goddess had once tested me to see how long i would wait before knocking again. my impatience was quickly curbed by having my hands and arms bound to my sides with plastic wrap and a ball gag inserted into my mouth. In fact i was all trussed up in plastic wrap from head to toe, all i could do was breathe. i was secured tightly, face first into a corner and forgotten. i became the corner for a while. i couldn't move. i couldn't hear. i couldn't see. i couldn't speak. i couldn't serve. i couldn't plead for forgiveness. i didn't exist.
After, only Goddess knows how long, i was at last released. i fell to the ground at Goddess's feet and wept like a baby. When i had cried myself out Goddess asked me what i had learned.
i had learned that to truly be of service to Goddess i must allow myself to become a household object for Goddess's use, i must become Her possession completely - to be at Goddess's beck and call at Her whim and to never, ever impose my thoughts into Her supreme space.
i had learned that my place in Goddess's life was to completely cleanse myself of status, stature, shame, pride, ego and self-will. my purpose, my joy, my fulfillment was, at the whim and pleasure of Goddess, to serve, worship, adore and subjugate myself for Her comfort, Her joy, Her amusement. i was honored to be allowed the privilege to become Her property.
So now i waited patiently and eagerly at Goddess's door. What would She require of me? To serve Her favorite meal. To prepare Her for bed. To draw Her bath. To provide pedicure or manicure services. To massage Her back, legs or feet. My clit throbbed. Her call for me to enter brought me abruptly and appropriately back to Her and away from me.
i entered meekly but quickly with eyes lowered. She was seated on Her favorite lounge - one incomprehensibly beautiful leg crossed over the other. i knelt before Her, my eyes focused at the carpet near Her wondrous, regal feet. i was only allowed the reward of actually looking at any part of Goddess's magnificence with Her direct instructions. This was, of course, a kindness of Goddess - She was protecting me. i would probably melt into a puddle of complete submission at Her feet if i actually ever took in Her full glorious persona for more than just a few seconds.
So i kept Her precious feet in my peripheral vision while waiting for further instructions. She twirled Her foot ever so slightly. i understood immediately. This was my sign to present myself for inspection. i was now very glad that i had spent so much time preparing myself. i got up off my knees. Went up on my tiptoes, put my arms over my head like a ballerina and with practiced grace made three slow twirls to allow Goddess to inspect me at Her leisure.
"What have we here?" A female voice questioned from the door of the ensuite. Goddess had brought home a friend. i wanted to look but dared not and kept up the rhythm of my twirls.
"I got it about five years ago. Do you like it?" Goddess's friend laughed heartily and said "Yes I do like it, its very cute." Again she laughed and patted my ass as she went to sit beside Goddess.
When i had finished my twirls Goddess directed me to kneel close to Her side. She nonchalantly tugged at my nipple clamps extending my nipples out grotesquely - thank You Goddess - the pain is always like a drug and intoxicates me. Goddess notices that i have colored my nipples with the same lipstick as i have on my lips. Now my lips, nipples and nails all match. Will She slap me? She does, hard, my head reels - thank You Goddess - more intoxication. The slap was because i had not asked permission to paint my nipples but a smile formed on Her perfect lips and mouth - i could see it in Her voice - "Nice touch slave." Wow - i had pleased Goddess, caused Her to smile - more intoxication.
Goddess asked Her friend if she would like to play a game. The game was called "Command - do". i had played this game before. Goddess would command me to act out a role and i would do it. We always had a lot of fun playing this game. Goddess was in a very playful mood. My clit throbbed. Goddess went first.
"Ashtray" - i fell to my knees at Her side, tilted my head back and opened my mouth wide.
"Footstool" - i raced to the front of the lounge, got on all fours and Goddess and Her friend rested their legs on my back. More intoxication.
"Salesman" - i got to my feet, curtsied deeply and pretended to open a door.
"Slut" - i laid on my back and lifted and spread my legs wide in the air.
Goddess's friend wanted to play.
"Dirty slut" - i rolled onto my stomach, lifted my behind up into the air, kept my head down and spread my knees wide.
"Dog" - i got on my hind quarters, put my hands in front of me, let my tongue hang out and panted and begged.
"Horny dog" - i approached Goddess's friend and began to hump her leg. Goddess slapped me hard and said "No boy, down boy." Thank You Goddess. They both laughed.
"Toilet dog" - i lifted my leg and attempted to lick my crotch. Goddess and Her friend laughed at the sight. It was music to my ears.
Goddess took over again.
"Pain slut" - i got up, turned around and began to spank my behind as hard as i could while tugging at my nipple clamps. Thank You Goddess.
"Model" - i pranced about the room like a model, exaggerating the swaying of my hips. Again laughter and delight from Goddess and Her friend.
Goddess suggested a new game called "Tickle till you pee".
i pulled a restriction device from the corner. It had wrist and ankle cuffs on it. i undressed and laid down on it and put my wrists and ankles near the cuffs. Goddess informed Her friend that the cuffs weren't required for me since i loved the game so much.
Goddess walked over and began to tickle me on my feet. i squirmed, trying not to laugh. Goddess was delighted. Goddess suggested to Her friend that i couldn't stand to be tickled by hair and that she should try it on me. Goddess's friend let her long hair down and began to tickle me starting at my feet. i howled, Goddess howled. At Goddess's suggestion Her friend kept moving up my body. To support herself she put her hands near my arms and kept moving up. Finally she was tickling my face and neck with abandon. She was right on top of me, her hands touching my hands. With practiced skill i quickly locked the cuffs on her wrists and got out from under her.
Goddess just smiled. Her capture didn't know what had happened. Goddess said for me to fetch Her a long delicate feather and a bucket for when Her capture's laughing caused her to lose control and she would require the use of a toilet. i had been hoping that i would be the toilet for the evening, however breakfast might be very interesting.
Goddess then dismissed me for the evening. i had also hoped that Goddess would allow me to undress the capture but i guess Goddess was saving that pleasure for Herself which is Her right. i picked up my things and meekly backed out the door. After closing the door i waited a few minutes then heard laughter, screams and pleadings for mercy. my clit throbbed.
It has been five glorious years since i married this wonderful "Wife - Goddess". She never, ever ceases to amaze me. i love Her with every molecule of my being.
No time to waste however, i need to polish all of Goddess's shoes before retiring to my chamber in the basement. Goodnight Goddess. Thank You Goddess. i might cry myself to sleep tonight i love Her so.
This story is offered to Mistress Sarah in tribute to Her glory
Submitted by Mistress Sarah’s slave, puppy boy
