“Maybe it’s best that you don’t ever cum again, I haven’t decided yet.” she mused.
Please Goddess, no! My mind screamed eyes widening at reading her comment, but my cock twitched at the same time. I tried to refocus as she went on;
“I mean you are my full-fledged slave and forever dasa now, right? Not a man. What’s a slave really need to cum for anyway” she laughed.
“Your enjoyment should come from pleasing me, not wanking away at fantasies of me like some misogynistic male pig.” She burst out laughing again, “I’m totally going to make you into a Viola-Sexual. It’ll be like a new found sexual orientation!” she giggled attempting to control her mirth.
I winced at the thought. It had been a growing concern that if she kept drawing me further into her way of life that sexually there might be no turning back.
As though she read my mind she continued, “Hell, maybe even in time it’ll just become the only thing that excites you” she mused at my silent discomfort. “You’d love that wouldn’t you my little love slave… having no choice but to stay my little bitch monk for the rest of your life.”
I shuddered. She knows, she knows and she doesn’t even care! Conflicted, I was both thrilled at the prospect of being forever bound to her and at the same time terrified of the reality of the thought. Shaking, all I could manage in response was “I love you Goddess.”
“Awwww, I know sweet puppy…” she soothed.