The Gauntlet Ch. 09 - Sex Stories

The Gauntlet Ch. 09

... as she could have stricken me with it at any moment. Still, she lingered there, staring me down as a predator does its prey.

"Lay down on your back," was all she had commanded me.

"Yes, Goddess," I said as I followed her directive, extending my pale, lithe body, enraptured in Goddess Maddie's clothes, down on the pure white floor beneath her surely defiled beauty--only made sweeter by that fact.

She stood up from her throne, her body bouncing inches closer to me with every intrepid moment, placing her golden scepter up to my mouth, just begging me to kiss it. I took it between my lips and kissed the inches of power she offered me, eagerly awaiting more.

"Come, slave," she beckoned me with her words and appearance alone, towering above me as any true Goddess should. "I have a gift for you."

Eagerly, I crawled behind her, longing for a taste of her glorious ass as it bounced within her stark blue leggings, leading me on to something entirely different to what I had ever experienced before. She pressed a button on the wall, unsheathing a large black phallic figure from a compartment she revealed at her own will, alongside something else--a lock and key, to keep me there, within the strength of the Goddesses forever.

Silver was its color, black was its energies. I followed her back to her ivory throne of power as she wielded each respective weapon--not against me, butfor my sake alone--to take my place at my knees before her once again while she sat there with ...

... the privilege I had bestowed upon her by my own submission.

"Your submission is your strength," she spoke so faithfully above me, true to the mission that had been occluded from me by the perspectives of the Goddesses I had already passed by. She had stricken the most faithful part of me, by that line alone. I felt as if I would do anything for her, just to achieve that strength; I was putty to be molded by her graceful hands, enraptured within the moment of her beauty.

"Yes, Goddess Mikhaila," I said, practically drooling into Goddess Maddie's frilly floral shirt, still dying for a taste of her luscious breasts.

I trembled still as she set her terrible scepter aside, beside her ivory throne of exemplary power, only to place a gentle hand upon my shoulder. "You deserve this more than you think," Goddess Mikhaila said.

"Yes, Goddess Mikhaila," I repeated in turn. Lulled into that beautiful dream, my eyes were finally open.

"I understand the condition you're in, even better than you do," this sweet, thick Goddess continued to me. "You need to be liberated. For someone like you, the only thing that can achieve that is your own servitude, but only to someone like me." I stared up at her, starry-eyed. This was the first time anyone had ever spoken such true words to me before. Within that sacred space of female cruelty, I was safe.

"Come to me, whiteboy," she beckoned me forward. I fluttered up to her welcoming tits as she allowed me to nestle into them. My lithe ...