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i arose at 5:30, my normal wake-up time, thankful that Domina
Andrea had been so kind to me the night before. A few weeks
earlier i had been unable to refrain from playing with my naughty
member when i completed a task ahead of schedule and had a rare
moment of time to myself. To my mortification, the Domina’s
Handmaiden chose that moment to come in and check to see that i
was carrying out my task (cleaning the toilet with my tongue,
which i must do three times weekly). Of course She had no choice
but to report my infraction just as i had no choice but to accept
my punishment for the error of my ways. Actually my penance had
the potential of being scarcely noticeable; but note that i said
only “potential,” not that it would not be noticed. Far from it!
It also, to my great regret, had a high probability of being very
painful. And either way, i would learn to control my errant male
member far better than i had in the past. For what Domina Andrea
elected to do was to install a Goddess Teeth device on my male
organ.
Of course, you know what the Goddess Teeth device is. you say
you don’t? you must have failed to keep up with your lessons and
the reading you have been instructed to do on a regular basis,
else surely you would have known about something that might
affect you so severely at some point in your life. It’s a simple
little sleeve with a locking ring that can be fitted over your
penis. That wouldn’t be so bad, but the inside of the sleeve is
lined with a number of sharp, fortunately not razor sharp but
definitely pointed, protrusions. So long as your penis stays
soft, you don’t have any problem because the points aren’t that
sharp. But let it start to swell and grow and things change
fast! With the least bit of real pressure those points really
dig in and it hurts! So guess what? you tend to shrink again
real fast. During the day while you’re awake it’s not too bad.
you learn how to keep it down real fast; but at night it’s a
different story. you’ll find that getting a good night’s sleep
is next to impossible. Every time you start to have a nocturnal
erection the points dig in you hurt, and suddenly your wide awake
and wanting the pain to go away. And, in spite of the lack of
sleep, you have to get up and do your duties the next day,
shrugging off your problems and smilingly pleasing the Domina.
Anyway, last night Domina Andrea concluded that i had probably
learned my lesson, that one instance being the first ever like
it, and She removed the Goddess Teeth from my miserable member.
She didn’t have to remind me about what to expect should i
misbehave again. i knew that the next time i played with my
clitty without permission or without being instructed to, i might
never be able to play with it ever again - the Teeth might go on
permanently.
To continue, i woke up this morning having gotten the first good
night’s sleep in a long time, so i really felt good. my
adoration for Domina Andrea had increased as a result as well,
something i wouldn’t have believed possible, but Her kindness to
me to have taken the Teeth off when She might never had done so
touched me very deeply. Hence i went for my morning shower with
a song in my heart - a hymn of praise to Her - that morning. A
respectful servant would never approach the One Who owns it in an
unclean state and my first duties of the morning revolve around
Her as you might expect. (Although in truth, everything about my
life since She has owned me has revolved about Her
i was afraid that i could not trust my self-control completely,
in spite of the fact that if i misbehaved again so soon i would
displease the Domina terribly, so i put my decided that it would
be best to remove temptation, and at the same time improve my
appearance, by securing my over-sized clitty in my harness and
tucking it back away out of sight and reach. Otherwise my pent
up desire for orgasm might overcome my limited male ability to
control myself and get me into real trouble. Further, Mistress
usually finds me most pleasing in Her sight if i am at my most
feminine self in appearance. i then quickly completed dressing
by putting on my (short-skirted) maid’s uniform, stockings and
shoes and set out for the kitchen.
My morning duties begin with making coffee, setting up for
breakfast, and warming sweet rolls - if i’m lucky and/or
especially pleasing each morning i may even be treated to one
after She and Her Handmaiden have had what They want. Once the
coffee is ready i pour Her a cup, and prepare a tray with coffee
and a sweet roll for Her to have in bed to begin Her day.
At precisely 6:15 i awaken Her by gently rapping at Her door,
entering only upon Her command, upon which i set the tray beside
on the table beside Her bed and kneel beside the bed to await Her
next command. Usually this is something that is a great honor to
me, an act that permits me something few indeed are ever allowed,
contact with Her Nether Lips, Her Glorious Labia, as i perform my
normal toilet duty for Her. Thus i am doubly honored by being
given the privilege of such intimate contact and by being allowed
to drink Her golden nectar as the start of my food and drink for
the day. Then as She enjoys Her coffee and sweet roll i go to
draw Her morning bath. i always hope for privilege of washing
Her back (and perhaps even more) but i have to have been
exceedingly pleasing over the previous several days for Her to be
awarded such a prize honor. In honesty, i must admit that i am
normally dismissed after drawing Her bath and Her Handmaiden is
privileged to do that which i so enjoy on the rare times that i
am given the opportunity - but She does allow men to dream!
So as usually happens, She told me what She wished to wear that
morning and i set out to complete the task of laying out the
clothing She has selected for the day. Her Handmaiden
dries Domina after Her bath and helps Her dress. If favored am
allowed to stay to do such things as rolling on Her stockings and
such that require stooping and kneeling. But always, as She
begins to apply Her make-up i leave to go down and complete the
preparation of breakfast - Hers and Her Handmaiden’s, not mine. i
get the scraps to eat as i clean up the kitchen after They have
dined.
i then perform my morning’s second toilet service, washing down
by breakfast repast with more of Domina’s fantastic nectar. Oh,
you ask if such drink is not repugnant and thus must be an
acquired taste? Indeed not! That was simply not so - Her nectar
is truly divine and was from the first instance She graced me
with it. i admit that i had my reservations when She first told
me that She was going to allow me the joy of having the task of
doing toilet duty, being Her toilet slave from then on - no,
rather my momentary reservations came when She told me just what
was meant by toilet duty. However, those reservations were
quickly dispelled when i was immediately called upon to serve
Her in the fashion of being the repository for Her fantastic
effluent. i then discovered that not only was it not unpleasant
but was to be desired and was something to look forward to with
yearning. (Which was most fortunate, because i was to be my
regular duty regardless of my personal likes or dislikes. But it
was a definite plus that it was in fact so good.)
By now it was time for my daily house cleaning and maintenance
chores to begin, but first Domina Andrea decided to inspect my
person to be sure that i was dressed to suit Her wishes - not
just visibly but my in my choice of lingerie and accessories.
Naturally She took note of my clitty harness, but i thought She
would think it acceptable and say nothing about it. At other
times and in other circumstances She had made me wear it ( but
that’s another story). To my surprise She instructed me to
remove my panties and to put a clitty bell on the end of my
member, saying She wanted to be able to tell where i was and that
if i was slacking off at any time during the remainder to the
day. i personally thought that She just wanted to put a little
more pressure on my self-discipline and see if i had truly
learned my lesson about unapproved playing with myself. The fact
that the hem of my Maid’s dress was just about at the level of my
clitty and that it’s state was clearly visible to anyone who took
the trouble to look was not lost on me. i resolved to be very
careful to not touch it except to be sure that it was situated
correctly when i sat on the toilet to pee and then once more to
wipe myself each time i did. i was not going to fail Her again,
much less on this first day since She removed the Teeth.
Otherwise, she found my attire to Her liking and instructed me to
go on about my chores.
So i set out on my normal morning rounds of household chores
leading to lunch time. What were they you ask? First, going
about the house with a duster, making sure that no dust was
allowed to collect on any exposed surfaces. Including my little
thingy. No that’s just a joke; i was just pulling your leg.
Using the duster on that would have been to much like touching a
hair trigger after so long in the Teeth (which had begun to make
me feel long in the tooth). While dusting, i also straightened
up and made the beds in all the bedrooms. What with all the
moving about, the bell made for quite a musical morning; one
which left me feeling quite virtuous by having kept my mind off
that type of activity by which i had so disappointed Domina
Andrea a few weeks ago.
After completing the dusting, bed making, etc., it was time to
prepare lunch. That day the job was a little more involved than
usual because Domina Andrea was having Guests over to dine with
Her. Unknown to me at the time, She also had a little
entertainment in mind - to be provided by yours-truly. i was
instructed to stay in the kitchen and make sure that i had
everything ready to serve at 12:30 - that Her Handmaiden would
take care of greeting the Guests and seeing to Their needs until
it was time for lunch to be served. And that i was to wear the
outfit i had worn through the morning when it came time to do the
serving. It went without saying that i was to be at my best
behavior, with my clothing neat, and properly made up when it
came time to serve the meal.
i timed things just about right, so that when Domina Andrea rang
the bell, signalling that i should begin serving, i was ready to
take the first course to the table. Imagine my surprise when i
realized that the four Friends that Domina Andrea had invited to
eat with Her were the same four that She’d had over the night She
installed the Teeth on me as all of Them were interested in
learning more about the device. It’s something new and although
They had heard about it, They had not seen one on (not in) the
flesh, so to speak. Apparently They had expressed a desire to
see what its long term affects might be so She had invited Them
over so that They could see for Themselves soon after She removed
it.
As i served each of Them, each in turn took the opportunity to
examine my over-sized clitty to see what wearing the Teeth for so
long had done to it. i knew from my own examination late the
night before after the Teeth had been removed that there was
actually little visible evidence of its having been there, They
all seemed greatly surprised at seeing my penis’s having
sustained so little damage; They had expected a lot of recent
cuts and scarring from older ones. And because of all the
handling it got as They examined it, i found that it was
impossible, try as i might, to keep it from expanding fully so
there was no part of its surface that wasn’t clearly exposed.
(Now i knew why Domina Andrea had wanted me to wear such a short
dress today. She wanted to make it easy for my penis to be
examined.) After remarking about this among themselves, They
asked me how i managed to keep the Teeth from more or less
chopping me up. Ah, and you want to know the secret as well, you
say?
Well i hate to tell you, but as i told Them, there is no real
secret. i had erred that fateful day and briefly lost my self
discipline and indulged myself with a little pleasure by playing
with it a little. That was wrong of me and i was disciplined for
it by Domina Andrea in a fitting manner, as i would expect Her,
or any Goddess, to do under similar circumstances. But, She is
not an ineffective Instructress and had been developing a
discipline of control within me that, for the most part, was and
is very effective. As a mere male, i need the control and
correction provided by Feminine Authority, but i have made, i
must modestly admit, significant progress under Her tutelage and
discipline, so that Her control remains effective over long
periods, even when i’m left to my own devices. my misbehavior
was truly an untypical event that i had no doubt would not have
been repeated, even had She used such seemingly extreme measures.
Thus, most of the time, i had been able to keep myself from
growing dangerously large in the Teeth. i’m sure that control
came only as a result of the expert training i had received as
part of my FS schoolwork and exercises. Only at night when my
u*********s mind was free to work on its own did i have any
problem, and even then i was always awakened before any of my
nocturnal erections grew to the point of causing more than a
slight pain. i did not tell them, because it would have seemed
to be a boastful male thing to do so, that Domina Andrea had Her
Handmaiden deliberately try to excite me several times over the
weeks just to test how well i had learned to control myself. And
was i glad that i had applied myself diligently to my instruction
and done all assigned exercises thoroughly and completely.
Otherwise i fear that i might well have fared as Domina Andrea’s
Friends had expected me to and found myself in lot of pain.
Well, having said this, i hoped the subject was closed because i
knew how close my pent up needs had come to making me lose
control. And that would not have pleased Domina Andrea at all!
But my wish was not to be. One of Her Friends asked, “With Your
permission, I would like to test the limits of this control that
You’ve imposed on stacy. It is clearly better than that of most
slaves that i’ve encountered. If it really is as good as it
seems, I must have You tell me Your techniques because I know
that I haven’t had Your apparent success.”
To which Domina Andrea replied with a simple nod of assent,
making me sorely afraid - i knew how precarious that my control
had become.
Having been given the go-ahead, the Friend, Whose name i had not
been told, beckoned me over and signaled for me to kneel and play
with my male member. Knowing that was the position that i would
usually be in when rewarded with an orgasm, i’m sure She felt
that after being denied one for so long, i would not be able to
maintain control when i was having to play with myself in the
position that i was programmed to associate with such personal joy.
i reddened slightly, blushing all over, for this was a new
experience for me. i had served at meals and parties before for
Domina Andrea after having completed the required SFS training
for such activities, but had never had to exhibit myself in this
way. i wanted to steal a glance at Domina Andrea, hoping for
encouragement or some sign of help, but knew better than to
depart from my “eyes down” position. So i began manipulating my
oversized clitty, trying my best to employ the techniques and
training that Domina Andrea had imparted so as to not let Her
(and myself) down. To my own surprise, i found that the training
must have taken even better than i had realized, for i was able
to continue to suppress even the slightest rise of my member.
Continuing to manipulate it, i just hoped that my relief did not
show and thus give away the fact that i had been at least a
little unsure of my control. That appearance would have
reflected badly on the results of Domina Andrea’s training
because failure is not permitted. After several more minutes i
finally received the signal to cease and assume the “wait”
position. i didn’t have to be told twice and immediately ceased
my actions, put my hands behind my back and relaxed, quite sure
now that the exhibition was over, and feeling quite proud that i
had been able to showcase Domina Andrea’s expertise as an
Instructress.
Then to my chagrin and frustration, the Domina Who had first
asked to test my control said, “Now I would like to really but
stacy to the test. I see that his control is excellent when he
is the one stimulating his achilles penis, but so You honestly
think that he could control his miserable male thing if one of Us
provides the stimulation?”
Outwardly i tried to show no reaction, but inside i cringed.
Could i possibly control myself if a Domina, a Goddess, set out
to induce me to fail; and i was sure that if She was allowed to
put me to Her test, it would be a real trial for me and my
training. Although i was still “eyes down,” Domina Andrea turned
slightly to give Her answer and i saw a small smile play upon Her
face as She replied, “Go ahead and do Your best. We’ll all see
how well-trained he is. This is a stiffer test than i had
planned to give stacy at this time, but it will be interesting to
see how she does. So You have my authorization to proceed. Do
what You will and We’ll see what happens. stacy, rise and stand
before the Domina so that your naughty thing is convenient for
Her to work on.”
So with mixed emotions and trying not to show my uncertainty and
fear, i rose and stood facing Her, again putting my arms behind
my back.
Just to make things as difficult as possible for me, i thought,
She reached out slowly and sensuously and began to lightly stroke
my member. As i had been taught, i thought of swimming in cold
mountain streams and of the faults i had yet to admit at my next
confession and of my fear that if i failed to control member, i
might once again find myself wearing the TEETH once more -
anything but what was happening between my legs. For a short
while i thought my training was working really well, but then,
unmistakably, i felt a stiffening down there - the beginning of
an erection! i was in trouble now! i knew that i was in for it.
i could feel myself beginning to tremble - not the prelude to an
un-authorized orgasm, but from fear of the consequences should
one occur. Then i began to mentally review the ten rules of
servitude to try to keep myself in some semblance of control -
“1- thy shall put thy own pleasures last
2- thy shall not dictate to The Domina
3- thy shalt not demand attention
4- thy shall work for The Domina in any way She desires
5- never estimate thy degree of servitude - it is total
6- thy shall forget thyself & allow power of The Domina to
take thee to new heights
7- thy shalt not assume or take anything for granted,
just obey…”
And i found that my efforts were paying off. Although my
erection did not diminish, Her efforts were not causing any
feeling of imminent orgasm either. Not even when She also began
to gently squeeze and fondle my testicles. This “standoff”
continued for several minutes; my erection not subsiding, but no
orgasm taking place either. After some time, i could feel my
clitty beginning to become somewhat numb and insensitive and
realized that i had made it! i had held out, even after so long
without an orgasm! i was so happy to be able to obey Domina
Andrea so well, to truly forget myself and allow Her power to
direct and guide me. And, in spite of Her efforts, my clitty
began to sag and shrivel; at which point She conceded that i had
indeed been very well trained and was a credit to Domina Andrea.
At that Domina Andrea awarded me a rare, “Well done, stacy.
Dismissed!” And i retired to the kitchen to begin my after
dinner cleaning chores. At the same time, i was thinking to
myself that perhaps Domina Andrea might now give me another award
that evening. Maybe she would grant me a slave orgasm at long
last! The very thought made my clitty begin to ooze slightly, so
i quickly turned my thoughts to other things, meditating on my
latest lesson: one on Goddess Spirituality.
About the time i had finished washing and drying the dishes and
cleaning up the stove and cooking area i was again summoned by
Mistress. This time i was told that because i had done so well
during Domina Andrea’s demonstration of how successful Her
methods were, i was being awarded the honor of providing toilet
service for each of the guests. Although i might be just a
little prejudiced, afterward i thought none of the Other’s nectar
was a sweet or delicious as that of Mistress, but all were tasty
and They left me with ny thirst completely sated for remainder of
the afternoon. After carefully using my tongue to clean and dry
each of Them in turn, i was again dismissed to return to my
normal chores.
Oh, you ask what these were? Well, the rest of the afternoon was
spent vacuuming the house (except for the room They were in and
the one adjacent - i didn’t want to disturb them and had cleaned
them thoroughly the day before. After finishing the vacuuming
and emptying the vacuum cleaner, i made my afternoon walk to the
store to fetch fresh vegetables for supper.
Oh yes! your quite right, i did change to go to the store.
Mistress has no desire to see me picked up for “indecent
exposure,” though of course i still had to wear my collar. And
as usual, i drew a certain number of stares from some passers-by
to whom someone wearing a heavy, locked steel collar evidently
seemed an oddity.
After getting back to the house at 5:30 pm, i began cooking a
light supper. Handmaiden sharon had given me word from Domina
Andrea that She was not having any guests in for supper, and
having had a hearty luncheon (at which i had been the prime
entertainment), She wanted something light and simple for supper.
After serving supper at 7 pm and cleaning up about thirty minutes
later, i was allowed to eat my meal for the day. Domina Andrea’s
Friends had eaten lightly at lunch, leaving me with a veritable
feast for my meal that evening. But it was a feast that had to
be eaten quickly; so i rapidly got undressed - you know slave’s
eat nude, on all fours, from their bowls on the floor - and (like
a typical male) pigged out. Even stirred all together in my
doggy bowl, i could tell that i had outdone myself when i fixed
lunch. It was scrumptious!
Having licked my bowl clean in the allotted quarter hour, i set
out to clean the kitchen completely: washing all the dishes,
cleaning the stove and sinks, wiping down the counters, and
scrubbing the floor with a brush, followed by a good waxing.
(Speaking of waxing, i was very thankful that today wasn’t my
weekly hot wax day. Mistress Andrea doesn’t like body hair on
Her slaves - She finds it most unattractive - so once a week i
get the treatment. Let me just tell you that the only pleasure
it gives me is that it pleases Mistress. She seems to find it
most amusing to see me flinch and squirm, making me feel good
that i can provide Her with such a seemingly pleasing diversion.)
By this time it was about 9 pm and time for me to do a load of
laundry. After starting the heavier items in the washing
machine, i was able to do one of most enjoyable tasks: hand
washing Domina Andrea’s and Handmaiden sharon’s delicate
lingerie. The soft, smooth feel of it always leaves me with a
sense of awe that one such as i could be so honored and
privileged to be allowed to touch such finery. Doing this is one
of my greatest joys. Being able to savor the aroma of Her
panties and other underthings before washing them - the intimacy
of it all. It brings back fond memories of the time when i was
enrolled in the FS postal training courses and learning the
basics of proper servitude as prerequisites to being allowed to
serve in person. At that time the possibility of being allowed
to perform panty worship or pantyhose worship seemed to be the
most marvelous acts imaginable. Little could i know, must less
have any expectation of how much more might be in my future at
the time. In-person service was too great an honor for any mere
male such as myself, never mind live-in servitude. To have been
granted the ultimate joy of live-in slave status still seems
unreal and is surely more than one such as me ever deserves.
By 10 pm i had completed my laundry work for the night and i went
on to the last regular item on my daily list of chores - turning
down Domina Andrea’s and Handmaiden sharon’s beds. After
completing that task i retired to my room to work on my FS CMS
studies until 11 pm, when my lights-out time arrived. Until 11
pm i was still on call and had to be alert in case one of them
needed me for something - fetching a drink, performing toilet
duty, relaxing stiff muscles with a soothing massage…
When needed for any such late evening services, i was always
summoned by being called. So when Domina Andrea entered my room
that night my first thought was, “Maybe She’s going to reward Her
servant for doing so well at Her luncheon this afternoon.”
Then when She said, “stacy, I have a little surprise for You
tonight,” i just knew that She was going to allow me my first
orgasm in weeks.
you can imagine how much of a surprise it was when She pulled out
the Goddess’ Teeth and, putting them back on my clitty, informed
me, “You did very well today, but i expected it of you. you know
that failure isn’t permitted and i knew how well-trained you
were. Today was the first of five days of such demonstration
sessions so show how well this new technique of developing
control in a slave works. In order for the demonstration to be
as effective and as impressive as I wish and know it can be, you
can’t have an orgasm until after the entire series of
demonstrations is completed. It just wouldn’t be the same if you
had relieved all that tension that’s been built over the past few
weeks a day or two before a demonstration. I’m sure you wouldn’t
deliberately let me down, but we have no way to control your
dreams with any certainty and you just might mess up with a
nocturnal emission and invalidate the severity of your upcoming
luncheon tests. The results would be considered flawed of void
if you had an orgasm before all were complete, because that would
make you less needful of the release that the first one after the
long period of abstinence would provide. So for the next few
nights, until these exhibitions are over, you’re to wear the
Teeth from immediately after each demonstration until the next
morning. Who knows? We may even find it worthwhile to visit each
of the Matricenters and demonstrate My methods and its results.
That shouldn’t take more than maybe six more months. Now sleep
well. I want you to be well rested and alert tomorrow - and
please awaken Me 30 minutes early in the morning as I need time
to make a few phone calls tomorrow morning.”
The She awarded me with a brief smile, turned and left me to
offer my evening Devotionals before going to bed.
- The End -
Andrea had been so kind to me the night before. A few weeks
earlier i had been unable to refrain from playing with my naughty
member when i completed a task ahead of schedule and had a rare
moment of time to myself. To my mortification, the Domina’s
Handmaiden chose that moment to come in and check to see that i
was carrying out my task (cleaning the toilet with my tongue,
which i must do three times weekly). Of course She had no choice
but to report my infraction just as i had no choice but to accept
my punishment for the error of my ways. Actually my penance had
the potential of being scarcely noticeable; but note that i said
only “potential,” not that it would not be noticed. Far from it!
It also, to my great regret, had a high probability of being very
painful. And either way, i would learn to control my errant male
member far better than i had in the past. For what Domina Andrea
elected to do was to install a Goddess Teeth device on my male
organ.
Of course, you know what the Goddess Teeth device is. you say
you don’t? you must have failed to keep up with your lessons and
the reading you have been instructed to do on a regular basis,
else surely you would have known about something that might
affect you so severely at some point in your life. It’s a simple
little sleeve with a locking ring that can be fitted over your
penis. That wouldn’t be so bad, but the inside of the sleeve is
lined with a number of sharp, fortunately not razor sharp but
definitely pointed, protrusions. So long as your penis stays
soft, you don’t have any problem because the points aren’t that
sharp. But let it start to swell and grow and things change
fast! With the least bit of real pressure those points really
dig in and it hurts! So guess what? you tend to shrink again
real fast. During the day while you’re awake it’s not too bad.
you learn how to keep it down real fast; but at night it’s a
different story. you’ll find that getting a good night’s sleep
is next to impossible. Every time you start to have a nocturnal
erection the points dig in you hurt, and suddenly your wide awake
and wanting the pain to go away. And, in spite of the lack of
sleep, you have to get up and do your duties the next day,
shrugging off your problems and smilingly pleasing the Domina.
Anyway, last night Domina Andrea concluded that i had probably
learned my lesson, that one instance being the first ever like
it, and She removed the Goddess Teeth from my miserable member.
She didn’t have to remind me about what to expect should i
misbehave again. i knew that the next time i played with my
clitty without permission or without being instructed to, i might
never be able to play with it ever again - the Teeth might go on
permanently.
To continue, i woke up this morning having gotten the first good
night’s sleep in a long time, so i really felt good. my
adoration for Domina Andrea had increased as a result as well,
something i wouldn’t have believed possible, but Her kindness to
me to have taken the Teeth off when She might never had done so
touched me very deeply. Hence i went for my morning shower with
a song in my heart - a hymn of praise to Her - that morning. A
respectful servant would never approach the One Who owns it in an
unclean state and my first duties of the morning revolve around
Her as you might expect. (Although in truth, everything about my
life since She has owned me has revolved about Her
i was afraid that i could not trust my self-control completely,
in spite of the fact that if i misbehaved again so soon i would
displease the Domina terribly, so i put my decided that it would
be best to remove temptation, and at the same time improve my
appearance, by securing my over-sized clitty in my harness and
tucking it back away out of sight and reach. Otherwise my pent
up desire for orgasm might overcome my limited male ability to
control myself and get me into real trouble. Further, Mistress
usually finds me most pleasing in Her sight if i am at my most
feminine self in appearance. i then quickly completed dressing
by putting on my (short-skirted) maid’s uniform, stockings and
shoes and set out for the kitchen.
My morning duties begin with making coffee, setting up for
breakfast, and warming sweet rolls - if i’m lucky and/or
especially pleasing each morning i may even be treated to one
after She and Her Handmaiden have had what They want. Once the
coffee is ready i pour Her a cup, and prepare a tray with coffee
and a sweet roll for Her to have in bed to begin Her day.
At precisely 6:15 i awaken Her by gently rapping at Her door,
entering only upon Her command, upon which i set the tray beside
on the table beside Her bed and kneel beside the bed to await Her
next command. Usually this is something that is a great honor to
me, an act that permits me something few indeed are ever allowed,
contact with Her Nether Lips, Her Glorious Labia, as i perform my
normal toilet duty for Her. Thus i am doubly honored by being
given the privilege of such intimate contact and by being allowed
to drink Her golden nectar as the start of my food and drink for
the day. Then as She enjoys Her coffee and sweet roll i go to
draw Her morning bath. i always hope for privilege of washing
Her back (and perhaps even more) but i have to have been
exceedingly pleasing over the previous several days for Her to be
awarded such a prize honor. In honesty, i must admit that i am
normally dismissed after drawing Her bath and Her Handmaiden is
privileged to do that which i so enjoy on the rare times that i
am given the opportunity - but She does allow men to dream!
So as usually happens, She told me what She wished to wear that
morning and i set out to complete the task of laying out the
clothing She has selected for the day. Her Handmaiden
dries Domina after Her bath and helps Her dress. If favored am
allowed to stay to do such things as rolling on Her stockings and
such that require stooping and kneeling. But always, as She
begins to apply Her make-up i leave to go down and complete the
preparation of breakfast - Hers and Her Handmaiden’s, not mine. i
get the scraps to eat as i clean up the kitchen after They have
dined.
i then perform my morning’s second toilet service, washing down
by breakfast repast with more of Domina’s fantastic nectar. Oh,
you ask if such drink is not repugnant and thus must be an
acquired taste? Indeed not! That was simply not so - Her nectar
is truly divine and was from the first instance She graced me
with it. i admit that i had my reservations when She first told
me that She was going to allow me the joy of having the task of
doing toilet duty, being Her toilet slave from then on - no,
rather my momentary reservations came when She told me just what
was meant by toilet duty. However, those reservations were
quickly dispelled when i was immediately called upon to serve
Her in the fashion of being the repository for Her fantastic
effluent. i then discovered that not only was it not unpleasant
but was to be desired and was something to look forward to with
yearning. (Which was most fortunate, because i was to be my
regular duty regardless of my personal likes or dislikes. But it
was a definite plus that it was in fact so good.)
By now it was time for my daily house cleaning and maintenance
chores to begin, but first Domina Andrea decided to inspect my
person to be sure that i was dressed to suit Her wishes - not
just visibly but my in my choice of lingerie and accessories.
Naturally She took note of my clitty harness, but i thought She
would think it acceptable and say nothing about it. At other
times and in other circumstances She had made me wear it ( but
that’s another story). To my surprise She instructed me to
remove my panties and to put a clitty bell on the end of my
member, saying She wanted to be able to tell where i was and that
if i was slacking off at any time during the remainder to the
day. i personally thought that She just wanted to put a little
more pressure on my self-discipline and see if i had truly
learned my lesson about unapproved playing with myself. The fact
that the hem of my Maid’s dress was just about at the level of my
clitty and that it’s state was clearly visible to anyone who took
the trouble to look was not lost on me. i resolved to be very
careful to not touch it except to be sure that it was situated
correctly when i sat on the toilet to pee and then once more to
wipe myself each time i did. i was not going to fail Her again,
much less on this first day since She removed the Teeth.
Otherwise, she found my attire to Her liking and instructed me to
go on about my chores.
So i set out on my normal morning rounds of household chores
leading to lunch time. What were they you ask? First, going
about the house with a duster, making sure that no dust was
allowed to collect on any exposed surfaces. Including my little
thingy. No that’s just a joke; i was just pulling your leg.
Using the duster on that would have been to much like touching a
hair trigger after so long in the Teeth (which had begun to make
me feel long in the tooth). While dusting, i also straightened
up and made the beds in all the bedrooms. What with all the
moving about, the bell made for quite a musical morning; one
which left me feeling quite virtuous by having kept my mind off
that type of activity by which i had so disappointed Domina
Andrea a few weeks ago.
After completing the dusting, bed making, etc., it was time to
prepare lunch. That day the job was a little more involved than
usual because Domina Andrea was having Guests over to dine with
Her. Unknown to me at the time, She also had a little
entertainment in mind - to be provided by yours-truly. i was
instructed to stay in the kitchen and make sure that i had
everything ready to serve at 12:30 - that Her Handmaiden would
take care of greeting the Guests and seeing to Their needs until
it was time for lunch to be served. And that i was to wear the
outfit i had worn through the morning when it came time to do the
serving. It went without saying that i was to be at my best
behavior, with my clothing neat, and properly made up when it
came time to serve the meal.
i timed things just about right, so that when Domina Andrea rang
the bell, signalling that i should begin serving, i was ready to
take the first course to the table. Imagine my surprise when i
realized that the four Friends that Domina Andrea had invited to
eat with Her were the same four that She’d had over the night She
installed the Teeth on me as all of Them were interested in
learning more about the device. It’s something new and although
They had heard about it, They had not seen one on (not in) the
flesh, so to speak. Apparently They had expressed a desire to
see what its long term affects might be so She had invited Them
over so that They could see for Themselves soon after She removed
it.
As i served each of Them, each in turn took the opportunity to
examine my over-sized clitty to see what wearing the Teeth for so
long had done to it. i knew from my own examination late the
night before after the Teeth had been removed that there was
actually little visible evidence of its having been there, They
all seemed greatly surprised at seeing my penis’s having
sustained so little damage; They had expected a lot of recent
cuts and scarring from older ones. And because of all the
handling it got as They examined it, i found that it was
impossible, try as i might, to keep it from expanding fully so
there was no part of its surface that wasn’t clearly exposed.
(Now i knew why Domina Andrea had wanted me to wear such a short
dress today. She wanted to make it easy for my penis to be
examined.) After remarking about this among themselves, They
asked me how i managed to keep the Teeth from more or less
chopping me up. Ah, and you want to know the secret as well, you
say?
Well i hate to tell you, but as i told Them, there is no real
secret. i had erred that fateful day and briefly lost my self
discipline and indulged myself with a little pleasure by playing
with it a little. That was wrong of me and i was disciplined for
it by Domina Andrea in a fitting manner, as i would expect Her,
or any Goddess, to do under similar circumstances. But, She is
not an ineffective Instructress and had been developing a
discipline of control within me that, for the most part, was and
is very effective. As a mere male, i need the control and
correction provided by Feminine Authority, but i have made, i
must modestly admit, significant progress under Her tutelage and
discipline, so that Her control remains effective over long
periods, even when i’m left to my own devices. my misbehavior
was truly an untypical event that i had no doubt would not have
been repeated, even had She used such seemingly extreme measures.
Thus, most of the time, i had been able to keep myself from
growing dangerously large in the Teeth. i’m sure that control
came only as a result of the expert training i had received as
part of my FS schoolwork and exercises. Only at night when my
u*********s mind was free to work on its own did i have any
problem, and even then i was always awakened before any of my
nocturnal erections grew to the point of causing more than a
slight pain. i did not tell them, because it would have seemed
to be a boastful male thing to do so, that Domina Andrea had Her
Handmaiden deliberately try to excite me several times over the
weeks just to test how well i had learned to control myself. And
was i glad that i had applied myself diligently to my instruction
and done all assigned exercises thoroughly and completely.
Otherwise i fear that i might well have fared as Domina Andrea’s
Friends had expected me to and found myself in lot of pain.
Well, having said this, i hoped the subject was closed because i
knew how close my pent up needs had come to making me lose
control. And that would not have pleased Domina Andrea at all!
But my wish was not to be. One of Her Friends asked, “With Your
permission, I would like to test the limits of this control that
You’ve imposed on stacy. It is clearly better than that of most
slaves that i’ve encountered. If it really is as good as it
seems, I must have You tell me Your techniques because I know
that I haven’t had Your apparent success.”
To which Domina Andrea replied with a simple nod of assent,
making me sorely afraid - i knew how precarious that my control
had become.
Having been given the go-ahead, the Friend, Whose name i had not
been told, beckoned me over and signaled for me to kneel and play
with my male member. Knowing that was the position that i would
usually be in when rewarded with an orgasm, i’m sure She felt
that after being denied one for so long, i would not be able to
maintain control when i was having to play with myself in the
position that i was programmed to associate with such personal joy.
i reddened slightly, blushing all over, for this was a new
experience for me. i had served at meals and parties before for
Domina Andrea after having completed the required SFS training
for such activities, but had never had to exhibit myself in this
way. i wanted to steal a glance at Domina Andrea, hoping for
encouragement or some sign of help, but knew better than to
depart from my “eyes down” position. So i began manipulating my
oversized clitty, trying my best to employ the techniques and
training that Domina Andrea had imparted so as to not let Her
(and myself) down. To my own surprise, i found that the training
must have taken even better than i had realized, for i was able
to continue to suppress even the slightest rise of my member.
Continuing to manipulate it, i just hoped that my relief did not
show and thus give away the fact that i had been at least a
little unsure of my control. That appearance would have
reflected badly on the results of Domina Andrea’s training
because failure is not permitted. After several more minutes i
finally received the signal to cease and assume the “wait”
position. i didn’t have to be told twice and immediately ceased
my actions, put my hands behind my back and relaxed, quite sure
now that the exhibition was over, and feeling quite proud that i
had been able to showcase Domina Andrea’s expertise as an
Instructress.
Then to my chagrin and frustration, the Domina Who had first
asked to test my control said, “Now I would like to really but
stacy to the test. I see that his control is excellent when he
is the one stimulating his achilles penis, but so You honestly
think that he could control his miserable male thing if one of Us
provides the stimulation?”
Outwardly i tried to show no reaction, but inside i cringed.
Could i possibly control myself if a Domina, a Goddess, set out
to induce me to fail; and i was sure that if She was allowed to
put me to Her test, it would be a real trial for me and my
training. Although i was still “eyes down,” Domina Andrea turned
slightly to give Her answer and i saw a small smile play upon Her
face as She replied, “Go ahead and do Your best. We’ll all see
how well-trained he is. This is a stiffer test than i had
planned to give stacy at this time, but it will be interesting to
see how she does. So You have my authorization to proceed. Do
what You will and We’ll see what happens. stacy, rise and stand
before the Domina so that your naughty thing is convenient for
Her to work on.”
So with mixed emotions and trying not to show my uncertainty and
fear, i rose and stood facing Her, again putting my arms behind
my back.
Just to make things as difficult as possible for me, i thought,
She reached out slowly and sensuously and began to lightly stroke
my member. As i had been taught, i thought of swimming in cold
mountain streams and of the faults i had yet to admit at my next
confession and of my fear that if i failed to control member, i
might once again find myself wearing the TEETH once more -
anything but what was happening between my legs. For a short
while i thought my training was working really well, but then,
unmistakably, i felt a stiffening down there - the beginning of
an erection! i was in trouble now! i knew that i was in for it.
i could feel myself beginning to tremble - not the prelude to an
un-authorized orgasm, but from fear of the consequences should
one occur. Then i began to mentally review the ten rules of
servitude to try to keep myself in some semblance of control -
“1- thy shall put thy own pleasures last
2- thy shall not dictate to The Domina
3- thy shalt not demand attention
4- thy shall work for The Domina in any way She desires
5- never estimate thy degree of servitude - it is total
6- thy shall forget thyself & allow power of The Domina to
take thee to new heights
7- thy shalt not assume or take anything for granted,
just obey…”
And i found that my efforts were paying off. Although my
erection did not diminish, Her efforts were not causing any
feeling of imminent orgasm either. Not even when She also began
to gently squeeze and fondle my testicles. This “standoff”
continued for several minutes; my erection not subsiding, but no
orgasm taking place either. After some time, i could feel my
clitty beginning to become somewhat numb and insensitive and
realized that i had made it! i had held out, even after so long
without an orgasm! i was so happy to be able to obey Domina
Andrea so well, to truly forget myself and allow Her power to
direct and guide me. And, in spite of Her efforts, my clitty
began to sag and shrivel; at which point She conceded that i had
indeed been very well trained and was a credit to Domina Andrea.
At that Domina Andrea awarded me a rare, “Well done, stacy.
Dismissed!” And i retired to the kitchen to begin my after
dinner cleaning chores. At the same time, i was thinking to
myself that perhaps Domina Andrea might now give me another award
that evening. Maybe she would grant me a slave orgasm at long
last! The very thought made my clitty begin to ooze slightly, so
i quickly turned my thoughts to other things, meditating on my
latest lesson: one on Goddess Spirituality.
About the time i had finished washing and drying the dishes and
cleaning up the stove and cooking area i was again summoned by
Mistress. This time i was told that because i had done so well
during Domina Andrea’s demonstration of how successful Her
methods were, i was being awarded the honor of providing toilet
service for each of the guests. Although i might be just a
little prejudiced, afterward i thought none of the Other’s nectar
was a sweet or delicious as that of Mistress, but all were tasty
and They left me with ny thirst completely sated for remainder of
the afternoon. After carefully using my tongue to clean and dry
each of Them in turn, i was again dismissed to return to my
normal chores.
Oh, you ask what these were? Well, the rest of the afternoon was
spent vacuuming the house (except for the room They were in and
the one adjacent - i didn’t want to disturb them and had cleaned
them thoroughly the day before. After finishing the vacuuming
and emptying the vacuum cleaner, i made my afternoon walk to the
store to fetch fresh vegetables for supper.
Oh yes! your quite right, i did change to go to the store.
Mistress has no desire to see me picked up for “indecent
exposure,” though of course i still had to wear my collar. And
as usual, i drew a certain number of stares from some passers-by
to whom someone wearing a heavy, locked steel collar evidently
seemed an oddity.
After getting back to the house at 5:30 pm, i began cooking a
light supper. Handmaiden sharon had given me word from Domina
Andrea that She was not having any guests in for supper, and
having had a hearty luncheon (at which i had been the prime
entertainment), She wanted something light and simple for supper.
After serving supper at 7 pm and cleaning up about thirty minutes
later, i was allowed to eat my meal for the day. Domina Andrea’s
Friends had eaten lightly at lunch, leaving me with a veritable
feast for my meal that evening. But it was a feast that had to
be eaten quickly; so i rapidly got undressed - you know slave’s
eat nude, on all fours, from their bowls on the floor - and (like
a typical male) pigged out. Even stirred all together in my
doggy bowl, i could tell that i had outdone myself when i fixed
lunch. It was scrumptious!
Having licked my bowl clean in the allotted quarter hour, i set
out to clean the kitchen completely: washing all the dishes,
cleaning the stove and sinks, wiping down the counters, and
scrubbing the floor with a brush, followed by a good waxing.
(Speaking of waxing, i was very thankful that today wasn’t my
weekly hot wax day. Mistress Andrea doesn’t like body hair on
Her slaves - She finds it most unattractive - so once a week i
get the treatment. Let me just tell you that the only pleasure
it gives me is that it pleases Mistress. She seems to find it
most amusing to see me flinch and squirm, making me feel good
that i can provide Her with such a seemingly pleasing diversion.)
By this time it was about 9 pm and time for me to do a load of
laundry. After starting the heavier items in the washing
machine, i was able to do one of most enjoyable tasks: hand
washing Domina Andrea’s and Handmaiden sharon’s delicate
lingerie. The soft, smooth feel of it always leaves me with a
sense of awe that one such as i could be so honored and
privileged to be allowed to touch such finery. Doing this is one
of my greatest joys. Being able to savor the aroma of Her
panties and other underthings before washing them - the intimacy
of it all. It brings back fond memories of the time when i was
enrolled in the FS postal training courses and learning the
basics of proper servitude as prerequisites to being allowed to
serve in person. At that time the possibility of being allowed
to perform panty worship or pantyhose worship seemed to be the
most marvelous acts imaginable. Little could i know, must less
have any expectation of how much more might be in my future at
the time. In-person service was too great an honor for any mere
male such as myself, never mind live-in servitude. To have been
granted the ultimate joy of live-in slave status still seems
unreal and is surely more than one such as me ever deserves.
By 10 pm i had completed my laundry work for the night and i went
on to the last regular item on my daily list of chores - turning
down Domina Andrea’s and Handmaiden sharon’s beds. After
completing that task i retired to my room to work on my FS CMS
studies until 11 pm, when my lights-out time arrived. Until 11
pm i was still on call and had to be alert in case one of them
needed me for something - fetching a drink, performing toilet
duty, relaxing stiff muscles with a soothing massage…
When needed for any such late evening services, i was always
summoned by being called. So when Domina Andrea entered my room
that night my first thought was, “Maybe She’s going to reward Her
servant for doing so well at Her luncheon this afternoon.”
Then when She said, “stacy, I have a little surprise for You
tonight,” i just knew that She was going to allow me my first
orgasm in weeks.
you can imagine how much of a surprise it was when She pulled out
the Goddess’ Teeth and, putting them back on my clitty, informed
me, “You did very well today, but i expected it of you. you know
that failure isn’t permitted and i knew how well-trained you
were. Today was the first of five days of such demonstration
sessions so show how well this new technique of developing
control in a slave works. In order for the demonstration to be
as effective and as impressive as I wish and know it can be, you
can’t have an orgasm until after the entire series of
demonstrations is completed. It just wouldn’t be the same if you
had relieved all that tension that’s been built over the past few
weeks a day or two before a demonstration. I’m sure you wouldn’t
deliberately let me down, but we have no way to control your
dreams with any certainty and you just might mess up with a
nocturnal emission and invalidate the severity of your upcoming
luncheon tests. The results would be considered flawed of void
if you had an orgasm before all were complete, because that would
make you less needful of the release that the first one after the
long period of abstinence would provide. So for the next few
nights, until these exhibitions are over, you’re to wear the
Teeth from immediately after each demonstration until the next
morning. Who knows? We may even find it worthwhile to visit each
of the Matricenters and demonstrate My methods and its results.
That shouldn’t take more than maybe six more months. Now sleep
well. I want you to be well rested and alert tomorrow - and
please awaken Me 30 minutes early in the morning as I need time
to make a few phone calls tomorrow morning.”
The She awarded me with a brief smile, turned and left me to
offer my evening Devotionals before going to bed.
- The End -
Lauryn
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