(from my fantasy universe…)
“Kneel at my feet now and I’ll begin.”
He took his place, staring at her wide-eyed and attentive, a bit fearful, puzzled, curious. He noticed a finely crafted leather pouch lying on the end table. There was also a small hourglass.
“First of all my sweet, I must let you know that I intend to propose marriage of a sort to you later this evening…”
He leaned toward her, encircled her hips with his arms, laid his head across her thighs.
“Oh Goddess! Yes! Yes! Of course I’ll marry you! I love you more than life! Why wouldn’t I…?”
She fended him off gently, pressing him back onto his knees.
“I know you love me and I’m almost sure you’ll say yes when I do ask but some forms must be obeyed. Most importantly you must know and understand the conditions of marriage and accept them of your own free will. And if you cannot accept them I will have to send you home and we will never see each other again.”
He bowed his head in acquiescence. How could anything be worse than being sent away?
“You must have gathered by now that I belong to a religion. It’s main articles of faith are very simple: The deity is female, the Divine Mother. Women are superior and by divine right meant to rule over men. Men are meant to be subservient to women, slaves in fact, and are mainly for service & sexual pleasure. This pleasure is the Mother’s gift to her daughters and is to be enjoyed to the fullest and without restraint or limit. Maximizing of pleasure is not just a right it is a duty to the Mother, a form of worship. Men who submit, surrender and offer themselves as ‘husbands’ become children of the Mother in their own right. Though always secondary and inferior they share in the Mother’s love and in the Pleasure.”
He knelt there, open-mouthed, nodding, head spinning.
“A woman might have any number of ‘husbands’ over her lifetime. The duration of the marriage is determined solely by her. She might simply become bored with her ‘husband’. The thrill and excitement of courting, seducing and bending him to her will can wear off and she will seek out another to replace him. She might be perfectly content and enjoying her husband to the fullest and yet another man might catch her eye who promises even greater pleasure. This was the case with you my love. I was quite happy with my current husband. He is my third and most pleasing slave so far but when you wandered into Lilith’s bar out of nowhere, something clicked and I had to have you.”
“Our ‘marriage’, should it take place and I pray it does, will be consummated in a special way. I should point out here that your penis will never enter my body during our marriage except under certain circumstances I will get to later. Instead, I will consummate our marriage with this.”
She picked up the sheath from the table and withdrew an object that made his eyes go wide and his spine tingle. Though not widely experienced in the realm of sex he knew what a strap-on dildo was and this was a big one. It’s cock end was ten inches at least and two in diameter. Large false testicles were at its base. And at right angles to that was a bulbous shaft about six inches long. Thin straps with buckles hung from it.
“On our ‘wedding day’ we will mount the altar in the temple. Its a marvelous altar by the way, really a stage in the middle of the amphitheater, which will be draped in a scarlet silk cloth for the occasion. All my Sisters from the temple will be assembled to witness the joyous event. You will be naked. I will stand and you will kneel facing me. The Reverend Sister will preside and we will take our vows. Then, before the congregation and, most importantly, before the Mother I will deflower you.”
He swallowed hard, mouth dry, and spoke with trembling voice. “Its so big! It’ll hurt!”
“Of course dear. I presume you are a virgin in this regard? It will hurt at first I’m afraid and rather badly. And it must hurt darling, to make it clear who is in charge of our relationship. But as I continue a pleasure will come. You will begin to enjoy it and we will fall to lovemaking of a kind you’ve never imagined. And finally you will come, and you will know pleasure you’ve never dreamed possible, pleasure you will crave and long for ever after. And when you come you will make the sweetest sound there is to a Sister and to the Mother, the sound of male surrender. It will trigger my climax and more than a few, perhaps all of the assembled Sisters may come spontaneously as well. There is nothing more pleasing to us all, Goddess and her Daughters alike, than witnessing a male giving up what is called his “manhood”, that foolish false pride, that delusion of superiority. You will be welcomed with open arms into the circle of love that binds us all. Then, to mark you as my own and claim you I insert your wedding ring.” She held up a plain golden ring about an inch in diameter and jointed so it could be first opened and then closed and locked in place in his PA piercing.
His mind reeled. But he wanted it, wanted the enslavement and submission if it meant spending every day with her and sharing her bed every night. Giving up every vestige of the life he had known seemed a small price, especially when that life had given him nothing but hurt and heartache. Time spent with her had brought only joy and pleasure. Even the harsh punishments he had suffered and still might again seemed of small significance.
“Goddess! Please! I’ll marry you! No need to go on!” He leaned forward to embrace her again but again she pressed him back and held up her hand to demand silence.
“There is more, and this is the hardest part, but it must be told. Although it is by no means certain, some marriages between Sister and slave are monogamous for life, one day I may wish to end our marriage. It’s hard for me to foresee now, you’ve given me such delight, but the likelihood is there. A slave never ceases to love his ‘wife’, his mistress and Goddess. Sisters are trained in the arts of seduction and enamoring. Men who fall under their sway are enthralled for life and being parted is painful and devastating.
Suicide would not be unlikely.
The Mother, in her wisdom, has provided an answer. There is the Rite of Parting. To finalize the end of their marriage the wife castrates her slave husband. It sounds cruel but is really an act of mercy meant to put an end to the man’s desires and longings and give him peace. The procedure is performed in the presence of the wife’s close friends on the temple’s altar. The eunuch is then sold at auction to another Sister to become her slave, not for sex but perhaps as a gardener or cook. The eunuchs are treated kindly and maintain their habits of submission and obedience. Reverend Sister Claudia’s maintenance staff at the temple is made up of eunuchs who have the needed skills and are willing and loyal partners in the up-keep of the building. I own six eunuchs myself. My house and grounds are large and require constant care. My eunuchs are happy in their lot and I value them highly. They are still the Mother’s children living their lives in accordance with her will. You would never see them. They do much of their work around the house at night while we sleep and as my husband you would be confined in your own special room when I am not at home.”
Now sweat broke out over his body, the cold sweat of fear and confusion. He fidgeted, unable to look at her.
“There is one last thing. I have told you that during our marriage you penis would never enter me. There two exceptions to that. I’ll tell about the first tonight. The other may occur but that is for later. There is a preliminary to the final Rite of Parting. As a reward for her slave husband’s faithful love and service to her the wife offers her body without reservation. And it serves a second purpose. It makes the castration that follows much more effective because he has drained himself of all desire and will never feel it again once his testicles have been severed. Well darling, you know everything now. Take some time to think.”
She picked up the hourglass.
“You’ll have until the sand runs through the glass to make up your mind. If it runs out before you answer you must leave and we”ll never see each other again and I’ll be heartbroken. So now it’s the moment of truth my love. Will you make me the happiest woman on earth? Will you marry me?”
She turned the glass and set it on the table. The sand poured through so fast!
Then there was silence in the room. He knelt with head bowed for awhile then looked up at the Goddess who had posed her exquisite nakedness in the most alluring and provocative way, taking care to flash the irresistible pussy that was the epicenter of his life.
He faced the stark and simple truth. He would surrender his balls willingly for just one more night with her let alone the promise of indefinite years of deepest intimacy with her Goddess’s body. He raised his head, glanced at the glass to see the sand was almost gone then looked squarely at Goddess in haste to pronounce the one word: “Yes!”
He flung himself at her feet, gasping “yes” over and over between each adoring kiss he pressed upon them. She lifted him up, entwined him in her strong arms, ravished him with a deep wet probing kiss she held for minutes then pressed his face deep between her thighs and shuddered in helpless bliss as he began to love her. Her orgasm melted her and she savored for awhile with his head resting on her mount, one hand tousling his hair. She picked up her phone from the table to text the womanhood with the joyful news…