- based upon a Patreon post from the Goddess Voltairine
“It is Spring and My tree, the one out my back window, is beginning to show signs of new growth. Attend me.”
He made all the necessary arrangements and arrived the day before as She had instructed and he left his offering upon her doorstep before returning to the dingy hotel room she had told him to arrange. In what he could only guess was intended as a test of faith, She had told him nothing more. Simply to be there on this date and leave his best offerings for Goddess.
For all he knew She had intended for him to fly across the country simply for that purpose and then to be ignored. Dismissed. As he poured over Her wish-lists and happiness list in the weeks before hand in hope of creating the most perfect of offerings he pondered, “Would she really be that cruel and uncaring?”.
The end result of all his effort had become a huge wicker basket filled with Her favorite foods, a beautiful, fragrant bouquet of her favorite cut flowers and gift wrapped boxes containing everything he could afford from her wish list. A card adorned the mound of offerings and inside he had written Her a heart-felt poem of love and utter devotion.
Now sitting back is his hotel room, he waited. And he waited. He ordered room service in the fear that if he left the room he might miss a summons from Her. Hours went by and he began to believe the room was Her holding cell. He hoped not Her oubliette, Her ‘Little forgetting place’. Still nothing. Exhausted, he dosed fitfully and at some point as he did, a note was slipped under his door. It simply read, “The tree has new growth. Be there at 5pm. Dress minimally. Walk.“
He knew exactly which tree She referred too. She had written so many stories about it and taken so many pictures of it before. His heart pounding in his chest, he showered and groomed himself as best as possible, removing any unnatural scents, and then he sat on the bed and waited until the appointed time. He felt nauseous with apprehension. He would soon find himself in Her presence once more… the first time being almost a decade earlier at an event he attended to be of service to Her and Her friend Renee.
It was finally time. Despite the Spring chill in the air, He dared not disobey Her wishes and left wearing just a t-shirt, sweat pants and sneakers as he walked to Her tree.
As he walked purposefully through the waist high field, the dead remains of the prior year, he kept looking about to see if he could see Her. When he finally got to the tree, there was no one to be seen. He was alone. Propped against its’ trunk was an old messenger bag and a pile of envelopes. The top one read simply, ‘Open.’… the rest had just a number each. He opened the first and read.
“Are you my ideal sacrifice? Kneel.
Will you wait for me alone and in the cold for as long as it takes and forget about your own comfort?“
He dropped to his knees, happy to be hidden by the tall vegetation around him. He was cold! And He was waiting! He shivered at the thought of remaining here for as long as she wished, dressed only as he was, but he knew he would wait for Her for as long as She desired to make him. He picked up the next envelope and opened it.
“Are you my ideal sacrifice? Remain on your knees until I come for you.
Does the idea of my cruelty turn you on? Take the chain from the bag & wrap it around the tree. Lock it. Lock the other end around your ankle. Which one is up to you.”
He felt the blood rush to his cheeks as he blushed and his heart jumped in his chest! Could he? What if She really was some cruel sociopath and just left him here? He would undoubtedly freeze to death in the overnight! Or he’d have to scream and cry for help in the hopes that someone would come. Then he’d suffer the embarrassment and humiliation of explaining that he did had willingly did this to himself…
He wrapped the chain around the tree trunk and locked it in place. With shaking hands, he wrapped the other end around his ankle and slipped the padlock through the links. He hesitated. “Don’t think. Don’t think. Just obey. It’s Her game. You have to trust Her.” and with a gasp, he quickly snapped it shut.
It was done. Unexpectedly, he felt his cock stir and begin to get hard. He was committed to obeying her wishes now. He was at Her mercy! The third envelope read;
“Are you my ideal sacrifice? Will you do whatever you need to do and work as hard as you need to work to make sure I want for nothing? Will you make it so I never have to lift a finger to live in the world that I want to live in, designed by me?
Will you lose your ego for me? Will you be mine to use and abuse in any way I like? If so, take the bottle from the bag and pour it out over your head. Trust me, I’m watching. I will not let you freeze to death. At least not Yet.”
He rummaged around in the bag and pulled a large water bottle from it. It’s yellowish tint told him immediately what it contained. He unscrewed the cap and raised it over his head and poured, her piss soaking his hair, running down his face and neck and soaking his t-shirt and chest before dripping into the dirt he knelt in.
Now shivering, He opened the next envelope with shaking hands;
“Are you my ideal sacrifice? Will it turn you on to be denied sex for as long as I like? Will you take pain in order to amuse me and thank me for the privilege?
Then put on the gag and the chastity cage you find in the bag.”
He knew the quicker he obeyed, the sooner She would come and his ordeal might end. Sitting up, he slid his sweatpants to his knees and slid the cage over his cold and fear shrunk penis and locked it’s tiny padlock. He fished through the bag and found a fat red ball gag. Opening his mouth wide he pushed it between his teeth. It’s strap came with a padlock as well, and he locked it in place behind his neck. He realized She had removed his last chance of screaming for help. He was very literally, completely at Her mercy now. He opened the final envelope fearing that it might just say something like, ‘goodbye you stupid, stupid, foolish boy.’, but it read;
“Are you my ideal sacrifice? To prove you understand, take the knife from the bag.
Cut away all your clothes. You will always wear what I want you to. Obey and I will be along soon.”
He had come too far to have any choices anymore. Resignedly, he drew the wicked, ritualistic looking knife from the bag and cut his sweat pants off, then his t-shirt leaving him completely naked, gagged & chastised… hiding in the brush and chained to Her special tree.
After a few minutes, he heard footsteps crunching through the field. He jumped, his heart pounding in his throat! He hugged his knees up to his chest trying to cover his nudity.
True to Her word, she appeared before him! She was magnificently dressed in dark velvet hooded cloak, leather gloves and black leather boots. He caught flashes of a dress beneath.
She stood silently looking down at him, regarding him with a critical eye – as if trying to decide whether to release him or to simply walk away and leave him there to the elements. “You smell. Like my divine piss.”, she smirked. After a few more moments her expression grew more serious. She pulled a piece of paper from Her cloak and dropped it before him. “Read.”, She ordered.
“You will set aside others in favor of doing what I want.
You will pay close attention to the things I like.
You will write me long love letters.
It will turn you on to be denied sex for as long as I like.
You will take pain in order to amuse me, and thank me for the privilege.
You will worship my pussy and see my real divinity.
You will make me your religion.
You will you give me everything that’s yours and then give me some more.
You will you move mountains to see me smile.
You will feel joy at someone else giving me pleasure because my pleasure is all that matters.
You will give up your vices for me.
You will let me shape your body and mind.
You will bend for me. You will make me your purpose.”
As just as he finished reading a pen dropped to the ground before him.
“Sign if you choose.”
He picked up the pen in his trembling hand and signed his name. She smiled and knelt down looking deep into his eyes. She took the knife he had cut off his clothing with and She slowly & deliberately drew it across his thighs. He tensed and gasped in pain! He bit his lip but dare not move, break eye contact, or try to grab her hand to stop Her.
She looked down at the blood she had drawn with an almost child-like curiosity and taking his hand in Hers, pressed his thumb into it. She moved his hand over the paper next to his signature and said once again, “Sign if you choose.”
He pressed his bloody thumbprint onto the paper next to his signature. She closed her eyes and inhaled sharply as if feeling a wave of intense pleasure. After a few moments of seemingly drifting, eyes closed, in what seemed like a blissful state, She opened her eyes and withdrew a key from her pocket and unlocked his ankle. Then She rose. She put her hand behind his head and pulled his face to Her pussy. “Inhale Me. This is your Goddess now. Your Creator. Your Heaven. Smell how pleased She is with you!” She allowed him to sniff and nuzzle his face against Her dress eliciting an involuntary moan. She smiled as She noticed his cock trying to grow in the confines of Her cage enjoying this effect she had on men.
After a time She pulled him up with Her. Leaning over, She withdrew a burka from the bottom of the bag and draped it over his naked form, pulling its hood up and over his face.
“Pick up the bag and envelopes. You can return tomorrow for the chain.”, she ordered. He gathered the envelopes into the bag and threw it over his shoulder. Still looking deeply into his eyes, She tied a rope leash loosely around his throat.
“Come.”, She pulled him behind her as she began to walk away, back to Cathexis House.
She began almost skipping like a little girl and she turned as she walked, her face lit with an angelic smile,
“I know you are going to make me so happy. After all, you’ve consented to make it your life’s work now! For as long as I allow you to live! ‘Til death do us part!” Again she smiled so sweetly and happily.
“See!? I told you! My tree did indeed have new growth! It grew you!
With that, her eyes grew slightly darker & her smile a little more knowing…
“My ideal sacrifice.“