Just some incomplete, random thoughts and fantasies…
Viola loved all her dasa and had a great appreciation for men. She simply understood that men were best suited to living under feminine authority.
She knew that men crave hierarchy, being led.
She understood that fact was amply witnessed by the structure of the military.
Tough men, fighting men, men whom no one would consider submissive, yet every one of them was subject to orders and followed their orders. Were punished if they failed to follow their orders.
She saw her men in exactly the same way. Strong men who craved receiving and following orders.
Men who understood that decisions were handed down from on high and that it was their honorable duty to obey and execute those decisions… whatever they might be.
“Chores all done, Sweetie?” She asked, hearing her husband enter the room.
“Yes, Goddess. Everything is ship-shape as you like it.” He replied.
“When I inspect your work, I won’t find anything amiss?” She asked.
“No, the house is perfect, just how you like it, Goddess.” He replied.
“Good, it’s late.” She said. “You must be exhausted, working all day, then coming home, spending hours serving my needs and handling all the housework. Ready for bed?”
“Yes, Goddess, It’s eleven.” He answered.
“The only thing is, I want to fall to sleep knowing that you are working yourself to death for me.” She said. “So start it all again. Every bit of it. I want you to work all night, and when I get up in the morning I want to find you on my bathroom floor, scrubbing every tile with your toothbrush. Then your Saturday chores can begin.”
For Viola it was all a matter of ensuring that all of his sexual pleasure came from her alone. Never from another woman, never from himself. In that way she alone decided what he was doing, on what he was focused upon while receiving that pleasure, and with time and patience, she re-defined what he responded to sexually.
She knew that she was doing well when he started equating household chores with sex. When he started getting hard while vacuuming, dripping pre-cum while doing the dishes.
She knew that she had completely twisted and distorted her dasa’s sexuality and she took pride in that accomplishment.
She found out early that however hard he pleaded and begged, mercy was not good for his submissive energy. Acting on that insight took her a little longer though. Now, She simply sees it as an act of love.
I want you to cum, but it’s going to be free.
With each orgasm you have to give something away.
First orgasm: You don’t decide how you will cum, I decide.
Second orgasm: You don’t decide what you wear, I decide.
Third orgasm: You don’t decide if you can touch, I decide.
Fourth orgasm: You don’t decide if you can leave the house, I decide.
Fifth orgasm: You don’t decide if you can speak, I decide.
Sixth orgasm: You don’t decide if you can eat, I decide.
Seventh orgasm: You don’t decide if you can use your phone, I decide.
Eight orgasm: You don’t decide if you can walk on two legs, I decide.
Ninth orgasm: You don’t decide if you can use the bathroom, I decide.
Tenth orgasm: You don’t decide anything, I decide.
So. Would you like to cum now?
You and I….
You will sink deeper and deeper.
You will want the extreme.
You will submit.
You will have your denial supervised.
I will change you.
I will consume you.
I will forever dominate your life…
After extensive behavioral conditioning, Viola had instilled within him a need to humble himself by keeping his head lower than her hips whenever possible. As a result he no longer saw her from the same perspective that others did. Whenever he pictured her in his fantasies and imagination, she was always looking down on him.
Men are like dogs in that they respond well to scent training. Some whine that they are visual creatures when I deny them a chance to see My photograph before we meet.
I prefer to give a male a far more well rounded experience with far greater sensuality than merely offering a sight of Me. Once he gets a whiff of My pussy juices, that little pink tongue flicks out, lapping away at the fabric like an eager puppy. Such a sweet bitch deserves a loving owner, so I always bring a collar and leash as well.
Viola had put a lot of thought into his ‘Corner.’ It was a little closet in the hallway just large enough for a small chair. She’d had him replace the flimsy interior door with a strong exterior door, and had a deadbolt installed that required a key to operate from either side.
She used his ‘Corner’ for many things. If he misbehaved, long periods of corner-time could be expected. If she had friends coming over and didn’t want to be disturbed, it was the corner for him. If she just wanted to be alone with her thoughts, off he went.
She also used it just for fun. When he’d done nothing wrong.
Just to see the crushed look on his face as she slowly swung the door shut…
She had many rules and he endured many disciplines for breaking them. But there was one core concept underlying every aspect of her training; and that was the shattering of the self-centered overconfidence and ego that surrounds many men.
She taught him that he was not nearly as smart nor as clever as he thought she was.
She taught him to consider the needs of all women above his own fickle wants.
She taught him to be patient and to operate on timelines not of his own choosing.
She taught him to trust the authority of the women above him and to see them as sources of useful wisdom rather than obstacles to be questioned.
She taught him to be alone with his empty thoughts, without distracting his mind and body with trivial stimulation.
Most of all, she taught him how to be quiet and how to truly listen instead of voicing every inane musing that passed between his ears.
He learned none of these lessons easily and there were many tears along the way, but month by month, he showed marked improvement.
A desire of a lifetime… She lowers her ass onto his face. He tries to worship and breathe. The very center of his universe slowly impacting his very ability to live.
I’m currently dating a boy with a strong submissive side. I’m really looking forward to unlocking his potential and so far I’m feeling cautiously optimistic about it.
I believe taking control of his orgasms was the best way to accelerate his discovery. The step before that is of course was allowing him to read some female domination fantasies I wrote called ‘The Company’. He clearly liked that and we’ve discussed how he likes being ordered around.
Ordering eye-contact while I make him orgasm may seem pretty vanilla, but it’s a first step to further make him associate pleasure and being ordered. My control of his gaze (and thus attention) becomes classically conditioned to his orgasm.
The next step is delaying orgasm in exchange for desired behavior. If my dominance/control is not properly sexually conditioned by this stage this simply becomes an exchange for him, obedience for an orgasm,
but when dominance triggers a sexual response this becomes a win-win. He will get to both obey, and have an orgasm. Importantly orgasm has now been contextualized as ‘reward’.
After that comes proper denial. When orgasms are something he has to earn, and when this dynamic is something he enjoys, his mind becomes receptive to all kinds of things. Most importantly rules for behavior. If I’m lucky he’s the kind of boy that can enjoy sexual frustration, I think that partly comes down to his personality, which is obviously beyond my control.
For now.
At this point a basis of classical conditioning has been established, which gives me access to a rich repertoire to use for operant conditioning. Having already introduced the idea that he likes it when he has to earn his orgasms, I can widen the kinds of things he has to do to earn them. Being submissive will become more integrated into his everyday life.
If he likes this we’ll start discussing positive punishment (orgasm denial is negative punishment, taking away pleasure, positive punishment is causing pain). At this point all the building blocks are in place and we can start working with more advanced concepts like how being submissive can make him feel safe and fulfilled…
…After what was perhaps an hour of cleaning the kitchen, I was called into the living room. As I made my way to her side, I noticed that Goddess was holding a notepad and pen. She snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor beside her chair. I knew exactly what that gesture meant, and even though she’d never been open with Beth and Jim about our relationship, I fell down on my knees beside her.
“We’ve decided to go out for massages and then maybe some dancing with Jim. Beth and I want to try that new club across town. I know that you’ve worked hard all day, but I’ve made you an extremely long list of chores to keep you busy while we are out. You’ll have to work extremely hard for me if you are going to get them all done by the time we get back, but I expect you to do just that. Understand?” She asked.
“Yes, Goddess.” I replied, as clearly we were no longer hiding things from Beth and Jim.
“Good boy.” She said as she ran her fingers across my chest, catching each nipple in a very quick and discrete pinch.
“Can’t he go with us and have some fun?” Jim interrupted.
I was pleased, and not completely surprised to see his wife instantly react to his question by holding her index finger to her lips and shushing him.
Goddess turned towards Beth and addressed her directly, ignoring Jim.
“It probably seems cruel and selfish to put him to work while we go out, and I suppose that in some ways it is, but in other, important ways, it isn’t. We decided, long ago, that my needs, wants, and desires were important within our household, and that his, well, they just aren’t. He wakes up every single morning and gets right to work for me, working to satisfy my desires and to please me. He keeps that up until he falls asleep at night. It’s hard, but it’s also very fulfilling to him. It’s his normal. Staying home and working to make me happy while I go out and have fun is his default. It satisfies his soul on a very deep level.” She explained.
“I’d like to talk with you about all this in detail sometime. Maybe when Jim is at work.” Beth said with a grin.
“Get started on your chores now sweetie. I’ll inspect your work when I get back home.” Goddess said, dismissing me.
I rushed upstairs to begin scrubbing her bathroom, the first item on her list. I’d just cleaned it a few hours before, but I was determined to do it all again. A few minutes into my work I heard them leave.
Many hours later she returned home. She took me into her bed, and I was allowed to lick the sweat from her dancing from every inch of her beautiful body. Eventually she put me on my back and sat on my face so that I could massage her tight asshole with my lips and explore it with my tongue.
“I want you to imagine the future sweetie.” She said. “Imagine a future where a woman’s beautiful ass crushes a man’s face, where her ass silences a male voice forever. Then imagine it happening millions of times over, creating a world where all men’s voices are lost, where only the feminine is heard.”
As I imagined how truly delightful a lifetime spent with my mouth on her amazing ass would be she began savagely working my nipples, crushing, clawing, and twisting them between her fingernails. It was heaven for me, but temporary. When she was finally satisfied, she ordered me out of her bed and lay down and fell asleep. Like every night, I finally found sleep while still hard, aching for an orgasm that was permitted only a tiny handful of times each year.
Viola stopped in the kitchen doorway, just to watch her dasa doing the dishes. She had learned that she often found it erotic to watch him work for her. She noticed that he didn’t seem like his ordinary self though. He was sweating and flushed, plus he seemed to be twitching, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
She went and stood behind him as he continued washing. Taking him into her arms, she caressed his torso for a few moments before setting her hands to play, one pinching a nipple, the other stroking his cock through his pants.
“What’s wrong baby?” She whispered in his ear.
“It’s just my feet.” He answered. “They hurt terribly.”
“Well, I’m not surprised.” She replied, still whispering in his ear. “You are wearing six inch heels with a 1.25 inch platform, and you’ve been wearing them, standing in them, since early this morning. All that time, on your feet, in those shoes, I imagine that the pain is terrible.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He said. “Do you think that maybe you’d let me take them off for a minute or two?”
“No. You know I can’t do that baby.” She continued to whisper in his ear. “You are just too cute in them.”
“But Ma’am, I don’t know if I can take it. It’s really bad.” He pleaded.
“I know baby. That’s not the problem. The problem is that I just don’t care. You’re a slave. You’re supposed to suffer for me. Watching you suffer makes me wet.” She whispered, before releasing him and walking away.
As she reached the doorway she turned back to him.
“Bring me a glass of wine, then you can finish up the dishes.” Viola said with a smile, as always amazed that the crueler she treated him, the harder he got.
Happiness is a state of mind. It comes in many forms and doesn’t require millions of dollars, expensive material possessions, or ordinary success. Happiness creeps up when you find yourself in the right place, at the right time, with the right person. Life is short. Enjoy every moment of happiness to the fullest.
“Serve me now darling. Then we have much to talk about.”
He put his tongue to its work, satisfying her quickly then laid his head across her lap as she trembled softly in her afterglow. She basked in her contentment for a little while, stroking his head softly.
“That will have to do for now pet though I’ll want more later. 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 or sheathe 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 to you later this evening…”
He leaned toward her, encircled her hips with his arms, laid his head across her thighs.
“Oh! Anna! 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 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 John. He is my third husband and most pleasing slave so far but when you wandered into Lilith’s 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 not 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 sheathe 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 depended 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. We will be naked. I will stand and you will kneel facing me. Reverend Sister Claudia will preside and we will take our vows. Then, before the congregation and, most importantly, before the Mother I will deflower you.”
Brett swallowed hard, mouth dry, and spoke with trembling voice. “Its so big! Will it 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 will 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 will pierce the tip of your penis and 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.
His mind reeled. But he wanted it, wanted the enslavement and submission if it meant spending every day with Viola 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 Viola had brought only joy and pleasure. Even the harsh punishments he had suffered and still might again seemed of small significance.
“Viola! 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 pet 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. 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 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 husband’s faithful love and service to her the wife offers her body without reservation. Her husband may have his way with her in any way and to heart’s content. All three orifices his cock can enter may be enjoyed. Most husbands make use of all of them and their wives behave as sluts and whores just to please them. 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? Pet, will you marry me?”
She turned the glass and set it on the table. The sand poured through so fast…