You're Late Bitch!
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My Uber driver pulled into the parking log of the hotel. The hotel itself wasn't too bad, although it was near the seedy part of town, just up the street from a bunch of strip clubs. I don't know why Goddess wanted me to meet here instead of at her house, which is where I had been less than an hour earlier anyway, but I really didn't have much say in the matter. Besides, it was Goddess’ birthday today, so whatever Goddess wanted, Goddess would get on her special day. Oh, who was I kidding? Goddess got whatever she wanted every day of the week!
Goddess had left her house earlier in the day and all she'd tell me is that she would send for me later and that I was supposed to be meet her somewhere at 8:00 pm sharp. She didn’t tell me where I would be meeting her, or even what time she would be sending for me, so I had to ready to leave at a moments notice. As soon as I saw the Uber arrive, I ran out of the house and got in the back seat. It was getting close to 8:00 pm but I had no idea how far we had to go. There was a bunch of traffic due to some construction, and we didn't arrive at the hotel until about 8:15 pm. "Goddess is going to be angry" I thought to myself.
It was just earlier in the week that I had moved into the house Goddess owned. I had known Goddess for a little more than two months before I finally took the plunge. Goddess forced me to sell just about everything I owned, including my house and my Porsche 911. Goddess made me give away most of my clothes to Goodwill. She made me sign over Power of Attorney to her and she took my check book, ATM card, credit cards, my iPhone, and even my wallet. Even my driver's license was in her possession, preventing me from doing just about anything or going anywhere.
Any time I needed to travel somewhere without Goddess, she would use my credit card and send a Uber to come pick me up and then drop me off where-ever she wanted me to be. I had not called for the Uber I was in, that was Goddess' doing. But I'm not to question why, but to simply do what I'm told. And by the way, you do NOT question Goddess!
The Uber driver swung his car around under the covered overhang in front of the hotel. I got out and walked in through the sliding glass doors and into the lobby. I shuffled my feet over to the front desk to find which room my Goddess was in, and was greeted by a cute blonde with big tits standing behind the front desk. "Hi, can I help you Sir? she asked. It suddenly dawned on me I didn't even know how to even ask for her. I stuttered for a few seconds before blurting out "I'm looking for Goddess".
The blonde standing behind the front desk got a big smile on her face and said "Oh, you must be Mr. Goddess. Mrs. Goddess is waiting for you. A little late, aren't we?" she said with a sly grin.
"Great", I thought to myself. Goddess probably told her all about us. Goddess has a terrible habit of telling everyone we meet that I'm her little bitch and how she owns my ass. It doesn't matter if it's her family members, friends, sales clerks, the waitress at a bar, or even door to door salesmen. She reveled in embarrassing me and making my face turn beet red. There were even a pair of Mormon dudes in their white shirts and bicycles that rang her doorbell not too long ago to try to "Save" her. Goddess invited them in and started telling them all about how I was her little bitch and how she fucked my ass whenever she wanted! Those two couldn't get out of there fast enough. Strangely, they never came back again.'
And that blonde front desk clerk was correct - I was late and Goddess would not be happy.
She slid me a key card and told me Goddess was on the 6th floor in Room 69. "Mrs. Goddess left some instructions for me to give you as well when you arrived" the blonde said. "After you enter the room, close the door, do NOT turn on the lights, remove your pants and stand still and don't move, and wait for further instructions from Mrs. Goddess" she said with a big grin!
I could feel my face turning beet red, not believing Goddess actually gave a total stranger those instructions! I'm sure Goddess knew how embarrassed I would be. Wanting to get out of there as fast as I could, I grabbed the key card and found the elevators and got on the first one that opened. I hit the number 6 button and in a few seconds i was walking out the elevator door onto the 6th floor. I looked around, and noticed that Room 69 was only about 10 feet from where I was standing on the other side of the hallway. I walked over to the door, slid the keycard in and out of the card reader and waited for the little light to turn green. When it did, I took a deep breath, opened the door and walked into the room and shut the door behind me. It was pitch black in the room. Then, as I had been instructed, I removed my pants and let them fall to my ankles. I then stood there in the dark, waiting for what was to come next.
Suddenly, from behind me I heard the sound of Goddess' voice say '"You're late bitch!". I then felt the sting of her riding crop as it came crashing into my naked ass cheeks. I'm not sure how she managed to land her riding crop where she did in the dark, but she scored a bullseye. Goddess forbid me from wearing underwear and always wanted her bitch to go commando! After 1 or 2 seconds, I again felt the sting from her riding crop as it came crashing again into my naked ass cheeks again, making a 2nd bullseye. "What happens to bitches who are late, bitch?" she asked. I replied "They get punished, Goddess". "That's correct bitch", she said. "Are you ready to accept your punishment for being late, bitch?" she asked. "Yes Goddess, I am ready to accept my punishment" I replied.
Now I think you would agree that this really wasn't fair. I'm not the one who drove there. I took an Uber, the one that Goddess had ordered! My driver picked me at the time Goddess told him to pick me up. And then there was a bunch o f traffic on the way to the hotel. It's not like it was my fault that I was late! Why should I be punished for something that was out of my control? But it would do no good to argue and make my case to Goddess. In fact, it would only make things worse for me. So being the little bitch that I am, I bit my tongue and accepted responsibility for being late,
Next thing I knew, Goddess was right up against my back and reached both of her arms around my waist until she found my dick and balls. With one hand she grabbed my balls at their base, and with the other she wrapped her hand around my now rock hard cock. She began squeezing harder and harder with both hands. The pain was getting unbearable, but I stoically stood there and took it.
"That's it bitch" she said. ""You better not make a sound" she warned me. "If I even feel you wince, you're going to be a sorry little bitch" she told me. Harder and harder she kept squeezing, but I stood there silently, knowing the pain I was feeling now was nothing compared to the pain I would feel if I made a sound. Finally, after about 1 minute of torture, Goddess released my manhood from you hands. "That's a good little bitch. Goddess is very proud of her little bitch for not crying" she said with a laugh. "You made it through the first phase of your punishment, so what do you say we ramp it up some, huh?"
Goddess reached over to the wall and flipped on a light switch which filled the room with a soft glowing light. Off to my left was a king size bed which had its covers pulled back. Goddess pushed my body forward forcing me to begin shuffling my feet over to the bed, since my pants were still down around my ankles. We reached the bed and Goddess gave me a hard shove which sent me sprawling onto the bed, face down. "Don't move bitch!" Goddess commanded. She went over to the night stand on the side of the bed and I heard her open the top drawer. I could hear a jingling noise, but wasn't sure of the source. Goddess then climbed on top of the back of my legs and demanded that I give her my hands. I obliged, and my hands were quickly grabbed and pulled behind my back. I then learned what the source of the jingling sound was, as I felt the cold steel of handcuffs being slapped onto my wrists. My hands were now cuffed behind my back.
"Ok bitch, now comes the next part of your punishment" my Goddess told me. "We're going to have to get right at it because I have a big surprise for you coming later" I was told. I then heard the click of the top of her tube of anal lube being opened, followed by the feel of some cold lube being squeezed liberally into my ass crack. This of course meant one and only one thing - I was about to get fucked! But not in the way most men like.
"Ok bitch, beg me to fuck your ass! Beg for it bitch. You better say it like you mean it!" Goddess demanded.
"Please fuck me Goddess. Please fuck me. I'm begging for you to fuck me Goddess" I pleaded, giving an Oscar worthy performance.
"And where do you want me to fuck you bitch?" she asked. "Fuck me in my ass Goddess. Please fuck me in my ass" I pleaded.
I then felt something hard being pressed against my ass. I knew it was my Goddess' strap on that was attempting to enter my ass. The pressure slowly increased little by little until without warning, my mangina opened wide and accepted the silicon intruder that was knocking at the back door, wanting to come in.
I let out a soft moan as Goddess slowly pushed the silicon intruder further and further into my ass. My ass was soon filled with all 8 inches her strap on. Goddess then began slowly pushing and pulling her strap on in and out of my ass. "Does that feel good bitch?" Goddess demanded to know. "Yes Goddess, that feels incredible" I replied. And I was not exaggerating. I loved it when Goddess fucked me slow and easy. "It sure went in your ass easy bitch. Goddess thinks little bitch must have done this before. Is my little bitch a little whore?" she asked.
Of course I've done this beforel She's been fucking my ass for over 2 months now! My hole had been tighter than Dolly Parton's sweater before I met Goddess. Now it was loose like the sleeve of a wizard! Goddess loved doing this little bit of role playing anytime she fucked me. She wanted me to confess to being a whore. "Yes Goddess, your little bitch is a dirty little whore who loves getting his ass stretched" I told her, playing along. If I didn’t play along, then I’d be threatened with a visit from Mandingo, which I can guarantee you I did not want.
"Well then, Goddess better give her little bitch what he likes" she said. And with that, she began rhythmically thrusting her hips forwards and back, over and over as her strap-on would be plunged into my ass, only to exit my ass as quickly as it went in. Deeper and deeper she went. Soon she was balls deep inside of me with every thrust. I think Goddess even got off on fucking my ass more than I got off on getting fucked by her.
Goddess had been using that same strap-on on me for over a month now, so she has stretched me out enough to where I have come to be able to accept it with little to no pain. In fact, I get a lot of pleasure when she fucks me most of the time. She keeps threatening to go bigger if I don't obey Goddess and be a good little bitch. She's got some strap-ons in her collection that are so big they'd haunt your dreams, including the “Mandingo” I just mentioned. ! Fortunately I must have been a good little bitch since Goddess has not gone up in size yet.
Now don't get me wrong. My Goddess fucks better than a man, so at times she can get pretty rough and violently attack my hole with her silicon amiga. She likes to "Rip me a new bitch hole" as she likes to say, and boy does she. I'm afraid she's going to break the bed at home sometimes when she fucks me really hard, almost like she’s possessed. I must admit that things can get pretty painful, but I've found the louder I moan, the less pain I feel. Goddess even calls me her little moan pony because of how much I moan and whimper like a girl.
Goddess continued the onslaught of my ass. With my pants still wrapped around my ankles and my hands cuffed behind my back, I was completely vulnerable. I couldn't stop Goddess from destroying my ass, even if I wanted. All I could do was lay there and take it, and moan like a little bitch. When she lays me prone face down on the bed and straddles my legs right where they attach to my ass, she has total access to my ass from there. She easily penetrates me, and she can lean back on her hands and thrust her pelvis out even farther than normal, to touch me in places no one else ever has or will touch. From that position she can ram her dick in and out of my ass like a piston. It's what she calls '1 Goddess Power'.
Goddess soon changed positions and now laid her body flat on the top of my back with her strap-on still buried deep inside of me. She then reached forward and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling my head back slightly and allowing her to pull herself closer to my face, so she can whisper things into my ear, such as "Your ass was made for fucking you little bitch. I'm going to fuck your sorry ass anytime I want, understand?. Your little bitch hole is now the property of Goddess. That's my bitch hole. If you don't do whatever I tell you, I'm going to throw your sorry ass out on the street, you understand? You will have no home, no car, no clothes, and no money. You will have nothing and nowhere to go. I am in complete and total control of you now. So don't test me bitch. You need to realize quickly that for the rest of your miserable pathetic bitch life, you will have to rely on Goddess for everything, you pathetic little loser bitch!"
I'm not sure if Goddess really means what she likes to whisper into my ear, or if it's all simply part of the role playing that she loves to do, but I’m not about to ask. I was completely at her mercy now. What would I do if she ever decided to get rid of me? I didn’t even want to think about that,.
I probably didn't really think things through before I agreed to sell everything I own and move in with Goddess. She literally had total control over my life now. She makes all of my decisions for me. She tells me when to wake up, when to go to bed, when I'm going to get fucked, what to wear, what to eat, what to drink, where to go, what to do, what not to do, etc.
I hadn't realized I would be giving up complete control of everything to a Goddess I had only known for a few months. She had even made me sign a Bitch Contract agreeing to give up everything, but I guess I didn't read all the fine print! But what could I do. Goddess now held all the cards. I'd have no place to go if Goddess were to kick me out of her house. I'd be homeless and living on the streets. I had no choice but to give complete control of my body and mind to Goddess and be an obedient little bitch. I must keep her happy at all costs.
My Goddess continued her strap attack on my ass for what seemed like an hour. Then without warning I felt Goddess pull out of my ass and sit up. The steel bracelets that had been attached to my wrists were unlocked and removed. "Flip over bitch" she demanded.
I complied and in about 3 seconds I was laying flat on my back. For the first time since I had walked into the room, I was able to see Goddess other than out of the corner of my eye. My jaw dropped open when I saw her. She was wearing this way too sexy tight black tank top that literally drives me crazy! Her big tits stretching to get out. Whenever she wears her black tank top, I am not allowed to touch her. The means I'm not allowed to get my hands or mouth on those juicy melons of hers. She won't even let me see her tits, except for what she says are “Special Occasions”, although I haven’t figured out yet what qualifies as one. ! It's pure torture, and Goddess knows it! When I see her in that black tank top, I turn to mush and completely loose control. She definitely knows how to push all of my buttons. I think I remember now why I signed my Bitch Contract without reading it!
Goddess went back to the night stand and pulled something else out of the top drawer. She then climbed on top of me again, this time she was straddling my face with her sweet tasting honey hole just inches from my face, her clit piercing glistening in the soft light of the room. I then saw what it was that my Goddess had retrieved from the night stand. She held a Pocket Rocket vibrator in her hands which she then placed on her clit and began sliding it around, back and forth, up and down, hitting her clit piercing with it, with her moans growing louder and louder with each passing second. It looked like her eyes had rolled back into her head. She was moaning even louder now, then even louder. When without warning, I felt a geyser of her pussy juices spray me in the face! She had never squirted like that before. There was wave and wave of her juices spewing out her honey hole and all over my face, mouth, and into my throat. I swallowed every drop of her nectar that I could. I was drenched in her juices when she suddenly slid off of me and lay on her beck next to me on the bed, panting and breathing heavily. I could see her body twitching as she lay there, as she must be having one of those continuous orgasms pulsate through her body for about 5 minutes. After her orgasm had subsided, we both laid there silently, neither one of us moving.
Finally the silence was broken as Goddess sat up on the bed, wearing a big smile from ear to ear. "Oh my God bitch! That was incredible. That ass of yours was made for fucking!" she told me. “You’re the best little fuck toy I’ve ever had!”.
To receive such a high compliment from Goddess was rare. I just laid on the bed smiling, basking in the glory, until I was brought back to earth by the palm of Goddess' right hand swoop into the head of my semi-erect cock and give it a hard slap! I couldn't help but let out a short scream.
"Did you forget to tell Goddess something, bitch?" she demanded to know. I stammered as I had no idea what Goddess was talking about.
"You need to thank Goddess for fucking your sorry little bitch ass" I was told.
"Oh, thank you for fucking my sorry little bitch ass, Goddess" I replied.
"I don't think you meant it" she sneered as she slowly began to raise her right hand into the air preparing to strike my poor defenseless cock again.
"THANK YOU FOR FUCKING MY SORRY LITTLE BITCH ASS GODDESS" I shouted. "THANK YOU FOR FUCKING MY SORRY LITTLE BITCH ASS, GODDESS" I shouted again.
"That's better, bitch" she told me, as she lowered her hand back down to the bed. "If I ever have to remind you to thank me for fucking your ass again, you WILL be sorry! Do you understand, bitch?"
"YES GODDESS, I UNDERSTAND" I immediately shouted. I did not want to incur the wrath of my Goddess. I simply had to learn everything that was required of me to keep my Goddess happy. I could not risk falling out of her favor and getting thrown out on the street.
"Ok, thats better bitch" Goddess told me. Suddenly her phone, which had been sitting on the night stand began buzzing. Goddess grabbed the phone and looked at the screen. From what I could see, it looked like she had a text message. "Oh good, your first surprise is here for phase 3 of your punishment" she told me. With that, Goddess got off the bed and went over to a chair and sat down in order to began typing on her phones keypad, ignoring me.
I had no idea what my surprise was going to be, but something told me that it might not be the "good" kind of surprise. I guess I would find out shortly.