Goddess: First Contact

Part 3 : The Pain

The collar locked onto my neck. She held the key. At that moment, she held the key to everything.

“Now slave. Yes that's right. Slave.” She said in a dark sensual voice. She yanked hard up on the chain, pulling my head up while keeping my body pinned down. “Yes. My! Slave.” She took her other hand and started running it through my hair, over and over, pushing it this way and that. “Yes! Yes. My! Slave. Slave. Oh my own pathetic slave.” She groaned deeply, yanking the chain again and pushing her face close to mine, breathing deeply, breathing hot beautiful breath into my face. “Slave. Slave. Slave.” She cooed, and then stopped suddenly and looked into my face. “Do you know how to make the sound of a donkey?” I sprang to my senses, my pounding heart, my deep gasping, my throbbing cock, suddenly was pushed to the back of my mind.

“Uh. A donkey? … Mistress?”

“Yea. A donkey.” She let the chain slide through her grip so my head rested back onto the floor. She pulled back from my face, pulling her hand from my hair. “A donkey.” She pointed the index finger of her right hand at the middle of my face. She poked it forward, pushed it right into my nose, pressing it up like the nose of a pig. “Do it.”

“Eeeeeeh Haaaawww.” I attempted. She looked surprised and pulled her finger back from my nose. She pushed it again up against my nose. “Eeeeeeeeeh! Haaaawww!” Mistress broke into a huge smile and laughed loudly. Then she did it again. “Eeeeeeeh! Haawww!” I cried as enthusiastically as I could.

“That's it!” She laughed. “Stick your tongue out! Farther!” She laughingly ordered as she pulled my ears out hard. “Make a noise like a motor boat.”

“pppppphhhhhhhttttt,” I attempted. Mistress laughed again hard letting go of my ears. She then put a finger to the outside of each eye and pulled gently making them into long slits.

“Are you sorry slave?” She jokingly enquired.

“Me tho tholly. Me tho tholly.” She let me go with a long laugh and I couldn't help laughing as well.

“Pig.” She slapped me very lightly across the face. She laughed again when I responded with a pig grunt. “Smile, Smile.” She urged as she pulled my cheeks hard forcing me into a big grin. She let go of my cheeks and looked serious again. “How are you feeling obie?” I responded by wearing a serious face and looking away from her.

“Well, not very good.”

“Not very good? What do you mean?” She asked with definite surprise.

“Well Mistress. I am going to have to go back to University and re-write all my math papers,” I deadpanned.

“Oh you fucking bitch!” She cried and brought one of her hardest slaps across my right cheek creating a loud crack. She got up off of me, hiding a humorous smirk, stepping right on my stomach. I let out a gasp of hair then breathed in deeply again to recover. She had already picked up the chain in one hand, making a short leash of it. “Get up! Come on get up now! And don't you fucking dare raise your head above my knees.” She marched off across the room dragging me by the neck as I desperately tried to crawl while keeping my legs wide and elbows bent to keep my head bellow her knees. The trip was short but as I was dragged behind her I feasted my eyes upon her boots.

“Click thump, click thump,” rang her beautiful heels; black patent leather heels, polished to a brilliant shine. My mouth watered and my tongue ached to reach out and polish them further.

“Come one. Come on!” A hard jerk on my leash yanked me towards our destination. “Up. Up! Stand up!” I stood in front of a black painted cross. Leather cuffs with bright metal chains hung from each point. “Get on.” A push from my back moved me forward and I stepped up onto the footrests of the cross. I lifted up my leash and put it on the other side as I laid flat against it, lying at a slight incline towards the wall. “Oh I hate these things.” Mistress fiddled with the left hand cuff and removed it. She clicked her way to the other side, dragging her nails hard across my back. She then removed the other hand cuff from the cross. “These things give you way too much room to move. I want you held tight when I beat you.”

“Yes Mistress.” I stared into the black wall in front of me. Consuming all her marvelous sounds; the click of her heels, the rattle of the chains, the command of her voice, and the rustle of her clothing. Silence fell as she started to tie something to the cross just above my right wrist. She completed the knot and started wrapping the soft white rope around my arm starting at my wrist. Concentric wraps of rope, pulled my arm tight against the wood. The silence continued in the dungeon as she worked her way down my arm.

“Poetry. Now.”

“Poetry?” Her fist flew instantly into my stomach breaking the silence with my gasp. She finished the last wrap of rope and started tying another knot onto the cross. I regained my breath and my mind started searching desperately.

“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.” I fumbled. She finished the knot and walked over to my left wrist and started doing the same.

“Do you really think that is appropriate?”

“Sorry Mistress.” She finished the first knot and started to wrap the rope around my arm, pulling it snug against the wood.

“I'm waiting.”

“Black power. Black lust. Black boots trample upon my spirit. How doth these things run rampant where peace and light are celebrated. But I say, celebrate the other, for I take none of it.” She finished tying the final knot. My arm now wrapped at least twelve times, firmly securing it tight against the wood.

“You just fucking made that up!” She laughed and grinned. “What total shit!” She laughed again.

“I'm sorry Mistress.” I smiled then jumped as three hard hits with a large paddle fell across my ass. Three hard fast strokes, warming me for what is to come.

“Poetry. Now.” She squatted down at my left leg, tying a rope end to the cross.

“I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.” She was almost finished wrapping my left leg from my upper calf down to just above my ankle. The rope pressed my leg tight against the wood, but I felt my circulation would be fine. She worked in silence, and fumbled a bit with the rope. She finally got it right and tied the rope home. She stood up and stopped. Moving close behind me, I could feel her breath on the back of my neck.

“That's not poetry. That's a line from some movie.” She paused then went to my right leg and started working with the rope.

“Sorry Mistress. My mind is a blank. I can't think of anything. I am sorry Mistress.”

“You will need to do better,” she said with a tone of exasperation.

“Yes Mistress. I am sorry Mistress.” I hung my head and felt ashamed that I had been disappointing to her. She continued tying my right leg without saying a word. My shame spread through me and filled me for every second of silence. She quickly finished and took a step back to admire her work.

“There. Now that is tied to a cross. If you're going to do something slave. Always do it right.”

“Yes Mistress.” I felt I could hardly move. All four limbs were pressed tight by the coils of rope, neatly and snugly tied. She ducked forward and looked down.

“What the fuck is that!” She pointed and questioned me accusingly. Shame had caused my rod to fall. It had even shriveled somewhat. “God. It's fucking pathetic. What's your problem?”

“I am sorry Mistress.” My face burned red and my shame turned to embarrassment. “It's just,” I stammered. “It's just. I'm sorry Mistress”

“It's just it's just,” she mocked me into my ear, standing behind me. “Give me a break little boy.” She let out a loud exasperated huff. A fast serious of vicious smacks followed from her long black wooden paddle. Each one pressed me against the cross, the force of the blows rippling through the rest of my body. She pressed her left hand to each cheek, her touch felt cool on my now warm skin. “Warming up.” I then felt her body pressing against my back. Her hand brushed against my pink bottom as she reached under and grabbed both of my balls in one hand. Her elegant yet powerful hand clenched shut, squeezing me hard, creating a sharp pain. Leaning close to my ear she whispered, “Let's get a few things clear. You are mine. I can hurt you as much as I want to hurt you. I will never damage you. I will never go to far so as to damage you psychologically or physically. We have chatted. We understand each other.”

“Yes Mistress.” I whimpered back.

“You can beg can't you slave?”

“Yes, I can beg Mistress.”

“You can cry slave?” I hesitated a moment.

“Yes Mistress, I can cry.”

“If you can beg me to stop. If you can cry. You don't need a safe word. I know you will be sincere. I can taste the flavor of a man's begging like a French wine connoisseur from Bordeaux . You don't need a safe word.”

“I don't need a safe word Mistress.” I whispered back, with true sincerity, and a deep shaking nervousness fluttering in my stomach. She released her strengthening grip on my balls and stepped back. Heavy, deep blows from a leather fantail whip began falling onto my back. Not a sharp skin burning sensation, but a deep blow, rocking my body against the cross with each one. Starting at my shoulders and working her way down, she reddened my entire back with powerful rhythmic strokes timed by an unheard drummer. The blows continued down each leg, and then my arms. All my exposed skin was now a flushed pink with my heart beating strongly. Sharp nails dug into my elbows and then scraped their way down my arms over my shoulders. I could hear her breathing strongly, raking her nails down my back and digging in hard. She scratched an oval around and above my left butt cheek.

“Hmmm, perhaps a nice location for a tattoo. Or a brand maybe.” She mused inquisitively. I puzzled for an answer but couldn't find one. I didn't want to say yes, I was afraid of permanent marking. I didn't want to say no either. I kept facing the wall, lost in my own sensations. She hummed a short tune to herself and I could hear her moving some objects around. Sharp, rapid, cutting pain came hard; tearing up my back, by ass, my legs. It was a new whip. A cat-o-nine tails. Each blow seamed to rip my skin open, tearing it to shreds. I cried out at every blow. The pain very real now, sharp and intense, over and over again, I fought with myself for control. The blows continued without stopping. They seemed to get harder and faster; falling all over my body. I felt as if I was being flayed alive, that I was bleeding. My cries became more and more desperate, more anguished, my whole body shaking, sagging from my bonds. I couldn't take much more. A flood started filling my brain, threatening to wash it away in a torrent of panic. “I love it.” She said ecstatically. The whipping stopped. Her soft cool hand stroked down my back to my right leg. “I love this whip. Feels like its ripping the skin off you doesn't slave?” I stood, but I also relied on my bonds to keep me slumped upright against the cross. I swallowed and caught my breath.

“Yes Mistress.” I panted. Then like a programmed machine, “Thank you Mistress.”

“I just love how your skin just lights right up. It's such a nice shade of scarlet. Really quite beautiful.”

“Thank you Mistress.”

“Good boy.” She patted me on the shoulder. The first heavier whip came down on me again. But his time much harder like it was being used two handed. Heavy hard impact blows down my back and on my ass, knocking me hard against the cross on each stroke. They were much fewer but much harder. I heard the thump of the whip dropping to the floor just as my head was filling with overwhelming pressure. I was able to gain a single breath before I felt two hands take one ball each and pull down hard. I yelled uncontrollably till my voice broke and I continued with a few sobs. The hands let go and my whole body quivered. My sobs were almost tears till I was able to take a deep breath and get control of myself again. She stood behind me for a moment in total silence. “Did you say something?” She queried. I was at a loss for words, trying to blink back a few tears forming in my eyes. “Did you? I am pretty sure I heard something,” prodding me with mock sincerity.

“No Mistress.” She laughed.

“I fucking loved that. You know that don't you?” She asked grinning.

“Yes Mistress.” She laughed again.

“I want you to do that a lot more. I love it when the others ask me afterwards, what the hell were you doing to that guy? He sounded like you were killing him.” She laughs again at some remembrance of hers.

“I will try Mistress.” I say in an exhausted and totally pathetic voice.

“How's your butt hole? Oh, I haven't done nearly enough whipping in there. Tsk Tsk. Silly me. I sometimes get carried away and get so forgetful sometimes. Nice and clean inside I hope.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good.” While holding my glutes spread wide, she drove her knee up hard, right into the center. It drove me upwards, pushed me hard against the ropes, shooting a gasp of pain out of my mouth. “Rim job!” she laughed as I convulsed my ass together, riding out the spasms of pain. She came around the side and looked at my face. “Oh you liked that didn't you? Haha! Took you back to your high school days huh?” She grinned and laughed at me as the pain spasms faded, leaving me with an odd grin on my face. She reached between my legs and touched my balls. I jumped reflexively. “On your toes now hmmm? Good.” She tickled them gently with her nails. “I went to a farm once and there was this older woman who had this humongous bull. Like I mean this thing was big. My friend asked how she managed him and she said he was very gentle and easy to handle. She added that he even liked having his testicles scratched. I just smiled and nodded. But I thought to myself; how the fuck did she find that out?” She laughed again. She stopped tickling my balls and stepped back. “Pretty funny eh Obie?” She questioned.

“Yes Ma!” I exclaimed as I was cut off short with a series of violent whips across my ass and back the cat-o-nines. She whipped in a frenzy of strokes, stopping only to knee me in the butt hole then continuing with her whipping. This cycle continued until I was over flowing with pain. My body was out of control and bucking and violently shaking. “Please!” I started begging in between sobs that were starting to fill my breaking voice. “Please! Stop!” I started sobbing and shaking, losing total control of my body and my mind. I had tears pouring down my face. She stopped. My body sagged like a rag doll against the cross. I continued to sob quietly and my head was ringing like bell. She came up behind me and hugged me. She stroked my hair gently, straightening it out. She moved beside me looking into my face. She stroked my hair again. Delicately she caught some of my tears on her finger tips, rubbing them into her cheeks. She used the back of her hand to stroke my cheek and then squeezed my nose. I started seeing again and getting control of my breathing. I took some deep breaths; my sobs still made me shake a bit until the last one was smooth and relaxed. She squeezed my nose again and smiled. I turned and looked at her. I looked into her large amber eyes, dilated with excitement. She cocked her head to one side, staring at me. “Thank you Mistress.” I expelled exhaustively. I was finally able to speak and come back to this world. She squeezed my nose again and smiled. Leaving me she walked across the dungeon, providing me a moment to recover. I took some more deep breaths, closed my eyes, willing myself to endure, to keep control.

“Sharp. Good.” Her voice right behind me startled me out of my own little world. I felt a sharp edge tracing gentle patterns down my sides, along my back, up and down my arms. Just a gentle stroking, but it felt like a red-hot iron over my many welts. She stepped back and I heard a footstool being slid across the floor to the side of me. Suddenly like an attack she was high up beside me, grabbing my hair with her left hand and yanking my head back. Her right held a knife which she pushed roughly against my collar. “You fucking pig!” She screamed in my ear. “I bet your bleed just like a pig?” Huh! Do you!?” I replied by yelled out in real fright. She continued to screech in my ear, “You sure fucking squeal like a pig don't you! Don't you!”

“Yes Mistress!” I pleaded desperately, feeling myself panicking. “Yes Mistress! No Mistress! Please no Mistress! Please!” I begged.

“You filthy cut pig! Fucking squeal! Fucking squeal!” she screamed.

“Mistress! Mistress!” and I squealed as best I could; a desperate panicked squeal. I was helpless and desperate. I squealed and begged. She finally released my hair and pulled the knife away.

“Oh it's ok. It's ok.” She whispered. “It's ok obie. It's ok now. Just calm down.” She put her head next to mine, stroking my hair, cooing into my ear. She kissed me on the cheek and blew into my ear. “It's ok obie, just calm down.” My jerking sobs and panicked breaths continued until her stoking started to calm me down. My eyes cleared and my mind came back, registering her attentions and closeness. “It's ok obie. It's all right now.” She continued to hold me tight, talking gently to me, kissing my ear and cheek, rubbing my hair. She used her right hand now to run the knife very gently up and down on either side of my semi-rigid cock. She nibbled on my ear. “It's ok now.” My sobs and shaking felt under control now and her attentions started to fill me with excitement. My breathing didn't calm down but by cock started to throb. The gentle attentions of her knife's edge filled my ardor and my erection bringing it out in full. She continued to rub her hand through my hair, kissing my cheek, kissing my ear, blowing in my ear. My breathing now labored from excitement. She turned my head, “You ok now?” She asked gently, looking deep into my eyes, transfixing me.

“Yes Mistress.” I replied. Now back to myself.

“Good.” She smiled then came right to my face and licked her tongue in one long stroke from the bottom of my right chin all the way to my eye. She grinned evilly and stepped back off the foot stool. Taking her knife she cut the ropes holding my right arm. The sharp knife made short work of them and with a few strokes my arm was free. “Hold onto the cross. Stay where you are.” I held onto the cross while she cut my right leg free. She walked across behind me dragging the knife gently across my back. Quickly she cut my left arm and left leg free. I clung to the cross as she had ordered. “Now, slowly, I will help you down.” She stepped in behind me and took powerful grips on my hips. I took a step down with my right leg and it buckled slightly as I put it down. “See. Makes you a bit weak in the knees.” She said gently.

“Yes Mistress.” She steadied me as I stepped off with my left leg.

“On your knees.” She ordered. I lowered myself slowly to my knees. She now had a firm grip on the chain leash and tugged me gently to turn around. “Come on.” She drew me gently towards her. My eyes starred eagerly down at her black thigh high patent leather boots. I crawled forward till I was inches away from her boots. “Now you are going to lick the bottom part of my boots. You are going to lick them clean. If I don't hear a thank you at least every ten seconds you are going to be in so much shit that what you just experienced will seem like a walk in the park. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.” I groveled, my body on fire, my cock throbbing madly.

“Get to work.” The world slowed like a river of molasses. Outside the world turned, babies were born, fortunes lost, and sporting events won. My tongue stretched, stretched out to its full reach and finally touched the tip of her black leather.

“Thank you Mistress.”