Last Goddess and her Last Worshipper
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Night has drawn in and the moon casts a silvery glow on the garden. As I sithere naked at the table, I am trying to come to terms with what has happenedtoday. I concentrate on my task.
My left arm is firmly emplaced within the boot; I splay my hand inside thefoot to press against the leather, as my right pushes down with the soft cloth;describing firm circles across the smooth skin. The tang of polish mingleswith the aroma of my mistress; I stop for a millisecond and breathe in deeplythrough my nose, drawing my head up as I do so, feeling enveloped with theheady blend of supple leather and her delicate perfume. I smile to myself asI continue with my work. No, not work, more an act of worship, of devotion;my love for her is expressed in the orbits my fingers continually make throughthe cloth, working the polish in and over. I feel a physical sensation in mystomach and my cheeks tingle, I almost chuckle as I realize the reaction comingover me is pride, stopping again, I admire the shine developing through thetoe of the boot.
A bead of sweat drops from my forehead onto the shiny leather, the moistureballs up, wax repelling it into a semi-sphere. Satisfaction and excitementflow though me, I feel sure she will be pleased with what I have done. I closemy eyes again and recall hearing the steady click clack of her heels tappingacross the wooden floor to where I had lain. The recollection swells me, andI feel the warmth engorging my manhood as I cherish the recent memory of herstriding in her boots across the room to my splayed form. I reach down andbegin stroking myself as I recall that by the time she had returned, my armshad long since stopped burning. She had deftly and expertly tied my left wristto her dining table and the right to the radiator. My legs had been fixed bythe ankles to the bottom of the table and the leg of her settee. I was completelynaked and had felt scared; scared and vulnerable. I continued to massage myselfwith long deliberate strokes as I remembered how I got to be here.
It had all began simply enough, a dropped fork in Pizza Hut, (Pizza Hut!,no-one had told me that was where you were selected by Goddesses for theiramusement, I had always imagined it would be a bar or a nightclub or somewherelike that). I picked up her fork and she took it and looked discerningly.
?Glad to see you know your place'.
A tingle like electricity had gone through my body, and I'm sure I had glowedcrimson. Come to think of it, it wasn't what she said, it was the way thatshe had said it, and how she held my gaze, I had felt myself being devoured.However, that was; how long was it? 13 days, 13 long days ago, 13 days. Sincethen I had seen her twice, this was the third time and I was on a steep learningcurve. The previous encounter had been a flurry of words and exchange of positions,3 hours in a coffee shop had disappeared in an instant. She had been warm andlanguid in her responses, amused at my naiveté but absolute in her authority.I had never been able to say how I felt about being dominated before. She hadbeen at pains to ensure I was clear about safe words and immersement in scenes.I listened and was absorbed. I felt like a fish being reeled in, and I likedit. I liked it a lot.
I had arrived at her house half an hour before we were due to meet. The skywas a dazzling blue, and the sun was bright and high, I'm sure if I had triedhard, I would have been able to hear larks or some such summer bird. I hadn'twanted to be late, so had waited in my car just a few houses down. At 3 O'clocksharp, I knocked on the door, I could feel my palms sweating, my heart washammering inside my chest, and I swear I could hear it beating. I just feltso overwhelmed that she had allowed me to enter her world. I was intoxicatedjust by the thought of being near her.
She opened the door and graced me with a smile; I'm not an effeminate man,but I honestly felt like I was going to faint, all lightheaded and buzzing.
?Come in, come in'.
She motioned me in with her hand; she was wearing cream jodhpurs with a pairof dusty riding boots and an old rugby top. She closed the door behind me andled me into the large room on the right. It was lit by bright sunshine andhad two settees with a large dining table and chairs at one end. A magnificentfull length mirror stood to oneside of the largest settee. Almost immediately,my attention was drawn to a beautiful collection of boots reflected in themirror. They were lined up two deep alongside the far wall. Black, red, creamand even green; she had ankle and knee high boots, chunky heels and stilettos.I let out a low moan crossed with a sigh. She looked at me with a puzzled expressionand then smiled.
?Ahh, you're a retifillic; why am I not surprised'.
I honestly didn't know what she was talking about. My expression must havetold her as much.
?The boots' she gestured curtly.
?Oh' I lamely replied as it dawned on me that retifism must be boot worship.
?Yes that's me', I grinned nervously.
I stood there half in the doorway, the silence settling around me like a shroud.
I desperately wanted to, I don't know, impress her perhaps, and make her seethat I was a genuine devotee, that I had discernment. Whatever it was, I madea mistake and started an avalanche that ended with me on the floor. This wasthe beginning of my first lesson.
I commented how I much preferred the shiny black stilettoed knee high bootsshe had on display to the dirty old things she was wearing. Her expressionchanged, I wasn't quite sure to what, and it was like the clouds had suddenlycovered up the sun in this corner of the room. I stumbled on desperately tryingto fill the silence she had left.
?I love boots'.
?Especially shiny ones, black best of all' my voice trailed off.
Her face had definitely changed, that cloud had just become a hammerhead anvildivining a storm. She looked through me. I tried to continue. Stammering;
?I just, d-d-don't f-f-find'.
?Don't find what', her crisp voice cut right across me.
?I- I- I' stammered.
?Finish what you were going to say'. Her words were deliberate and icy, herimpatience was obvious.
?I just don't like dirty boots, and certainly not flat boots'
The words all arrived at once, tumbling over each other in my haste to getthem out, I finished with a lame;
?Sorry'.
?Sorry', she spat.
She paused and hurled the word out again as her hand went up, back, and down,hurtling across the void between us and connected with my cheek. It was likea matrix slomo moment; I saw the slap. I felt the slap, and then I saw my headtwist and my body pivot round and down to the floor. I could hear myself thinkingshe slapped me so hard I'm hitting the floor, she hit me, she is wonderful,I love her; the sharp pain is fantastic, I was savoring it as my shoulder andthen my head hit the floor. I tried to rise up on to my elbows, but somehowshe had got down to my level and quickly slapped me on the other cheek knockingme back down. I opened my mouth to speak, I didn't even know what I was goingto say, (I now know that nothing was what I should have done). Even as I hadbegun to open my mouth, she had clenched her fist, drawn it back and broughtit around to punch me just behind my left ear. The sting of it coursed throughmy body and I collapsed. As I did so, she placed one knee on my chest and bentdown so her face was less than a hand span away from mine. Her voice was cold,hard, and completely full of control. The time between me uttering my naiveopinion and feeling the weight of her body on mine must have been less thana minute. I had never ever felt so alive.
?You are a worthless, piece, of, shit'.
Her scorn was absolute. She looked straight at me as she said;
?You have no right to utter anything about anything. You have a choice. Rightnow, you can get up and walk out, or you can stay and take what you deserve.There is no other option.'
With that, she got up and looked down at me. I returned her look, but avertedmy gaze from her eyes, starting from the tops of her dirty riding boots throughher cream jodhpurs to her soiled sweatshirt. I stopped at her neck line andI tried to say sorry, but all that came out was a sibilant mumble. She gazeddown with utter contempt and waved behind her.
?The door is that way'.
A horrified ?no, no' was all I could manage. I swear I saw a smile flit acrossher face as she turned, but just as quick, it was gone, and her face becamea mask of severity.
?You will learn your place'.
Then she turned and walked back out into the hall.
I really didn't know what to do. I had felt lost, rejected, but excited atthe same time; I went up on my elbows and wondered if I should have followedher when I heard the sound of her returning footsteps. She entered carryinga large bucket with what looked like a riding crop poking out of the top. Sittingdown on the settee, she placed the bucket beside her.
?Come here' she commanded.
I went to raise myself up, she sighed.
?Unless I say otherwise you will crawl on all fours in my presence'.
I swallowed and nodded, she sighed again.
?You will acknowledge all commands from me with a ?yes mistress''.
?Yes mistress', I quietly replied and crawled over to her.
She gazed down.
?Let me make this absolutely clear to you, if you stay you will be mine; Iwill treat you as I see fit, and we will begin with your admonishment.'
?Yes mistress' I said again, eagerly this time.
?Good' she replied briskly.
?Take you clothes off and lie down over there', she motioned behind me tothe dining table.
I quickly disrobed and heard her softly sniggered as I almost fell over gettingmy last sock off. She carried the bucket over and kicked my legs and arms intothe position she wanted. Saying nothing, she had draped soft cotton ropes onmy limbs. Kneeling down once more she silently and almost reverently tied theropes around my arms and ankles, quietly asking me if I was comfortable andable to move at all (I was and I couldn't). I felt perplexed, didn't know whatto say, she was almost caressing my arm as she had spoken to me. I thoughtmaybe the severe disciplinarian who had chastised me so vigorously was justa feint, that she was actually just another woman who wanted to be soft andgentle. That I had made a mistake. But she was tying me up, she was in control,she was dictating everything that happened. I felt confused; I wondered ifI was forgiven, and the punishment would just be to be left tied here. ThenI realized it was not me that pleased her, but the act of tying. There wasa distinct ritualistic slant to her devotions. I was part of, but completelyseparate to her consideration. I could just feel the edges of the sublime purityin the perfect moment she appeared to be having. She completed the last knotand stood up surveying her work, a gentle smile played on her face.
?Now we can begin' she murmured softly and moved up to my head. I smiled andfelt good in the warmth in her voice. This abruptly changed when she lookeddown at me.
?Turn your face to look at my boots' she commanded.
I twisted over to look at the flat riding boots. The black leather dull witha coating of dust towered upwards. A thin strip of leather ran vertically thelength of the boot; it was tightened by a buckle at the top and a retainingD-ring at the heel.
She took a step or two backwards, swiveled a chair round and sat on it thewrong way. Leaning over the back of the chair, she cradled her long leg aroundso the travel stained boot lay on my chest.
?You may now demonstrate what little worth you have' she instructed.
?Yes mistress' I replied.
?What are these boots to you worm'.
?They are the centre of my existence mistress'.
She curtly nodded, almost displeased that I had said something right.
?Clean them', she pushed the boot into my face.
I moved my head over and reached out with my tongue, I felt the stiffnessof the leather around the toe and was surprised at its smoothness. The dustwas actually gritty in my mouth and left a sour acrid aftertaste. I could feelmy saliva drying up but I continued moving my tongue and lips as much as Icould. As I did so, she slowly rotated her boot allowing access; shufflingthe seat closer meant I could continue up the side of her boot. She abruptlygrabbed hold of my hair and I winced as she yanked it back and forth wipingthe boot dry. She let go, dropping my head back to the floor and nodded atme to continue. I ran my tongue over the D-ring and sensed its coldness againstthe warmth of the leather; a metallic tang accompanied its chill feel. I tastedthe soapiness of the polish as I worked my way up the side. She moved her bootround again and the inside calf was exposed to my licking; I could barely manageto accommodate any moisture at all, and tried dragging my tongue across myteeth to induce some. I then realized there was a zip and ran my tongue upit, the rough texture rasped alongside my lips as I worked my dry mouth onto the top of her boot, I tried to suck the leather to induce some saliva inmy mouth to complete my task. However, it was no good.
?Mistress I'm dry' I pleaded.
She sighed, removed her leg, and stood up swinging the chair behind her asshe did so. She went to the bucket, picked up the crop then strode over tomy prostrate body and knelt down on my chest. Slowly increasing her weightuntil the pressure pushed all the air out of my lungs, I gasped and she hadbeatifically smiled again. She took her knee off my chest and knelt down belowmy left arm.
?You have so much to learn my darling'.
Her hand reached out and I winced in anticipation, but it was a soft caressthat met my face.
?When you are good, you are rewarded and when you are bad?' she left it unsaidand just scanned my body up and down as she straightened up.
I pleaded with her.
?Please, I'll try harder, please.'
Bending down she had sniffed hard and spat on my face, reflexively I shutmy eyes, her spit splattered across my forehead and my eyelids, the phlegmbegan running down my cheek.
?You really are pathetic, I should just cut you loose and not bother withyou', the sneer in her voice was far far worse than the words.
?No mistress' I whined softy and then;
?Please mistress' again.
?Clean them' she said and lifted the toe of her boot to my mouth.
I tried to lift my head and reach my tongue out to lick the sole of her boot.My lips were cracked and my tongue was dry, I attempted to work some salivaup to wet the toe, but it was all gone, I knew I didn't dare risk saying anything,I whined softly. She pulled her boot back slightly, I moved my head up again,it was excruciating, I barely met the tip of her boot, my tongue just caressedthe leather when she pulled it away again. For a moment, I thought she wasgoing to kick me in the face, a cold shiver ran over me and my nipples becamehard as Goosebumps contracted across my body.
?Are you too dry my pet?' there was a smile to her voice.
I nodded vigorously, she leant down again and spat into my mouth, for somereason this surprised me and I nearly choked and then enjoyed savoring thesensation that she had spat into my mouth, I was still hers. I existed becauseshe willed it. She repeated the maneuver and I felt myself swell and groanedslightly. She looked back at my stiffening cock.
?Pay attention worm', flicking the crop at my member as she did so.
It caught the tip and I winced in reply.
?You will learn' she clearly enunciated.
?These boots will be the entire focus of your being'.
I nodded. She stepped over my arm and stood directly over me placing a bootedfoot on my neck and chin.
?Understand that every stroke of my crop and sting of its kiss is directlyrelated to the lack of reverence you have shown'.
?Yes mistress' I replied.
?Good' she said and moved to a kneeling position on my chest.
?All that happens now is deserved' and she brought the crop down hard on myleft arm, just inside the elbow.
I screamed and tried to rise up, she simultaneously slapped me around my facetwice, fore and back hand, then pressed down harder continuing with her administeringwith her crop; doing the same to the right and the again to left, and backagain each time leaving a red mark in a different place. Each and every strokeof her hand brought an intense flash of pain followed by a brief spell of warmbuzzing sting mixed with real sexual heat. She was deliberately hesitatinga second between each caress of the crop, accentuating the sensations buildingup on my arms. She was an artist creating an image with the canvas of my body.As she brought the crop down, she said :
?You, are, nothing,'
?You, have, no, opinions,'
?My, word, is, all'.
?My, word, is, all', she had then stood up, smiling as she did so.
15 welts were raised on my arms, I stifled a sob, the pain had gone throughso many different changes, it was like my life had been monochrome and suddenlyI had Technicolor. A sharp sting, a dull ache and a tingling (please don'tgo holding onto kind of) throb, all rolled into one, and washed over and aroundme. I could feel the emotion roll over and around me; the muffled sobs werenot because of the pain, but the joy I felt. I was incredibly hard, I was carryingher marks, she had taken me completely, at least so I thought, later I wasto realise that this episode was just her breaking me in before I was really,truly taken by her.
Each stinging contact had been underlined with a word, stringing togetherher wonderful pronouncement on my being, I was being reborn, and she had engulfedme. She pulled herself back off of my body and lowered her head, her hair gentlystroking my face and neck as she moved down; the gentleness of her caressesaccentuated the previous moments of pain. Then an excruciating spasm shot throughme as she clamped her teeth on my right nipple and bit down hard, I cried outin agony; her mouth opened and reclosed around my entire areola drawing theflesh up into her mouth, she sucked more in and drew down harshly sinking hersharp incisors deep into my breast. She released it and returned to the nipple,again causing me to scream, this time she bit even harder. I could actuallysee sparkling lights; flashes of green obscured my vision as she brought herselfup and once again spat into my face. The spit was tinged with red, and I suddenlyrealized it was my blood; she turned to the left nipple and enclosed that withher teeth as well. I waited for the same excruciating pain, but it never came.She teased it with her teeth, I visibly relaxed, she obviously felt the relaxationof my body because she quickly responded with another clenching. Biting hardand drawing more blood, which once more she spat into my face. The second gobbetof phlegm joined the first on the bridge of my nose and together they sliddown my face into my mouth, the coppery taste of blood filled my senses asshe continued to suck hard on my left breast, biting and worrying it with herentire mouth. She pulled herself upwards and looked straight into my face,the spasms of pain in my pecs was overwhelming the dull burning on my arms.Slowly even that began to fade to a monotonous throb in time with my heartbeat; I knew then that she was truly an artiste of sadism as she continuedto gaze into my eyes whilst simultaneously taking hold of my ball sack in herleft hand and squeezing with the points of her nails. It was quick, hard andviscous. I screamed out loud
?Fuck'
A tear welled up in my eye and rolled down my cheek as she constricted evenharder and yanked down on the whole scrotum at the same time pulling out severalclumps of pubic hair as she did so. A strangled gasp issued from my clenchedteeth. She smiled broadly. Let go, then immediately slapped my testicles ashard as she could.
Abruptly she got up and once more left the room. I had no idea how long ithad been since I had knocked on her door, I knew only that it had been someoneelse's life when I had entered her realm. I as a person no longer existed.I could feel the warmth of my own blood trickling from each nipple entwinedwith the cold sensation of her saliva cooling on my chest and the dull achingsting from the welts on my arm. The sun was still streaming in the room andit warmed my legs, my cock had gone from being completely rock hard to softagain, I could feel it retracting and shrinking as I lay there. Time passed,how long I couldn't say, the sun had moved up my body to just below my nipples,I couldn't feel any blood flowing from them and my arms had become a mass ofdull aching. Then I heard the staccato sound of stilettos, I was confused,surely she was wearing riding boots; riding boots that I now knew I had toshow respect to, to worship as I worshipped her. I lifted my head as the clickclack of heels drummed their way into the room. I could feel my jaw drop open;her jodhpurs were gone she was now wearing a pair of black patent leather bootsthat came up to her knees. The sweatshirt had been replaced with a cream openneck silk blouse that reached down to below her waist. I vaguely rememberingtaking in the fact that there appeared to be nothing below the blouse. Theboots had my total and undivided attention. She was wearing boots that werethe foundation of most of my fantasies. It seemed karmic, that finally I shouldmeet a woman, no, a mistress who not only knew how to command but was wearingthe very sort of boot that I had only ever dreamt about.
The sun caught her as she strode into the room, its light caught the leadingedge of the leather, dazzling and glinting as she moved. She drew closer andI had been able to take in more detail; the toes were acutely pointed and thefour inch stiletto heel was narrow and stainless steel. It stretched down froma bulge at the base of the boot to a sharp tapering point. It appeared keenenough to cut the air it moved through, the arrow true straightness contrastedwith the round form of her calf through the leather. The subtle smoothnessof its form drew my eye round and down it; I could see the seam cutting downfrom the top, criss crossed by the stitching that looped around the ankle.As I drank in the appearance of those beautiful boots, I realized I had beenmistaken about the patent leather. The texture of the shininess betrayed thefact that they had been meticulously spit shined by someone. A tremor of jealouslyhad gone through me. I put it to the back of my mind as I focused again onthe vision of her boot clad legs. The light played around the soft shape theboot had just under the knee; how I had longed to caress and kiss them. I washard, and could feel myself trembling as I took in the loveliness of thoseboots, the smooth shining leather just begged to be stroked, I imagined rubbingmy face and cheek against them like a cat. I actually wanted to purr, whata wonderful mistress, how could I please her? I desperately wanted to showher that I would do anything she wanted. The glossy silkiness of the bootscompletely entranced me. They were an object of worship; I believed they couldonly bring pleasure into my life. I really had absolutely no idea that bootssuch as those could actually be used to inflict massive amounts of pain. Thathad been my second lesson. What brought pleasure and what gave pain was arbitrary,my mistress decided how things around me rewarded and punished me. I no longerhad any part in those decisions, I was only to receive and give as she so deigned.
As I thought back to those beautiful boots encasing her shapely legs I foundmyself becoming even more aroused. The pale moonlight shone on the riding bootsI was now polishing. I brought my boot encased arm up to my face and inhaleddeeply as I pulled harder on myself. The scent of leather spilled into my mouthand nostrils. I increased the frequency of the strokes as I remembered whatshe had done only an hour ago. Entering the room like a 1000 fantasies distilledinto one distinct vision, her sharp heels had played a tattoo as she crossedthe room to where I had lain. She had straddled me sitting on my chest andcaressed my face as she said;
?I'm going to untie you, and you will then finish cleaning my boots'.
In my fetishtic induced semi-trance, I hadn't even noticed that she had beencarrying her riding boots by their tops.
?When I return they will be spotless and as pleasant to look at as these are.Do you understand?'
I nodded as she placed them on the floor.
?Good. It is so tiresome when I have to underline my requests with sanctions'.
Her fingers traced the raised welts on my arms and her nail gently caressedthe outline her riding crop had made earlier. She slid down my chest slightlyand squeezed my left nipple between her nails,
?Let's not have a repeat of earlier'.
A shower of pain sensations went through my nipple as she squeezed even harder,my bottom lipped buzzed and I could taste a metallic sensation in my mouthas the hurt from previously was reignited. She lightly traced her fingertipsover my bruised scrotum, I whimpered, and this brought a light smile to herlips. She smiled again as I let out another small snivel, gave my nipple anotherhard twist and stood up. I felt the pain catch fire across my chest. She lentdown and caressed the ropes around my wrists, stroking them gently as she undidthem. Using quick movements, she released the slipknots and the pressure onmy arms eased. Swiveling about herself, she did the same for my ankles. Shepicked up all four pieces of soft cotton rope and kissed each as she put theminto her hand. Turning she went and sat down on the sofa gently depositingthe ropes in the bucket as she did so.
I sat up, she looked at me but said nothing, her expression gave little away;although I sensed that I should not have moved without permission, but forsome reason she was letting it go, almost as though something else was on hermind. I went onto all fours. She smoothly and deliberately said
?So you love, black, shiny, high heeled, boots?'
There was an underlying smile in her voice as she slowly uttered each word.I convinced myself it was because she was rewarding me. Her purposeful enunciationof each syllable thrilled me. How little I knew her or understood what my trueposition was. I was such a fool, the fact she was smiling was a warning, thenot punishing me for a minor transgression was a warning with klaxons. Shehad something bigger in mind, something infinitely more humiliating and degradingthan a slap or welt mark on my arm. Oh how I would learn my third lesson aboutunderstanding my mistress. I was to judge nothing, no assumptions, and no values.I was here only to please her, what I wanted, needed, desired, was completelyirrelevant to what was happening and what was going to happen.
She languidly beckoned me over, saying;
Let's see how much you really love, black, shiny, high heeled, boots, shallwe?'
I nodded eagerly, feeling fantastic, like a fat boy who has been locked ina cake shop. I wanted to masturbate right there and then. However, some smallspark of sanity prevented me, some survival instinct kept me low down withmy hands well away from my cock. I crawled over to her. I had an idiotic smileon my face as I gazed at her and her beautiful, shiny encased legs.
?Glad you're pleased' she murmured.
The subtly of her sarcasm completely washed over me in my heightened stateof desire. Reaching back down into the bucket, she pulled out what looked likea thin black belt. She held it up and I realized it was a dog leash. In mynaivety, I wondered what it was for; I had never entertained any fantasiesof being lead round by a leash. However, as I have already said, what I fantasizedabout and wanted was completely irrelevant. She motioned me forward and placedthe loop of the choker around my neck. She shifted her position as I came torest at her feet. Her blouse rose up slightly revealing a short black linenskirt underneath, she placed one leg over the other, and I felt myself glowcrimson as I was rewarded with a small flash of white panties glistening underthe skirt, the smoothness of them suggested silk or satin. I suspect that Imay have even let out a small moan, but I can't be sure. Such is the intensityof the emotion and physical feelings the memories stir up I can only recollectthe beginning of it in thin wisps. The full on power of the following 20 minutesengulfed me.
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