Suzanne’s ex-husband likes to raise pit bulls.
One of his favorite training techniques is to hold a doggie treat right in front of the dog’s nose and issue the command “WAIT.”
The dog starts to drool uncontrollably with desire for his treat but remains motionless, utterly focused on him, awaiting his permission. Its’ hunger and anticipation completely irrelevant compared to his obedience to his Master’s wish.
Upon receiving your most cherished and amazing gift, I immediately sealed it into a display case and placed it prominently upon my altar where it serves to tease me, and where it waits until the time is appropriate for me to worship them.
I am not asking permission Goddess because I know my male desires are wholly irrelevant and unnecessary but given that very soon I will have once again completed a cycle of 108 days of denial, keeping me in sync with the feminine rhythm of creation and all of her universe, I saw an opportunity to use them ritually in the manner they should be – adored, revered, worshiped – should I be permitted an orgasm. With super hit Nag Champa burning, a chant to Kali playing… and your DNA, your very power, entering me and becoming an irremovable part of me. I would gladly torture myself for you first Goddess – after all pain is the touchstone of spiritual growth.
Otherwise they will remain on my altar – worshiped as the sacred object they are to me – until such time as my Master gives the command, “EAT OF ME!”
When the ‘Scene’ Becomes Real
“What are my panties going to do to you, sweetie?” Viola asked, watching as he pressed her wet balled up black panties against his lips… making him acutely aware of her scent and their presence, but with not quite enough force to penetrate him. He simply felt them there, tantalizing him with the promise of her sweet, holy nectar… centering his awareness more and more tightly on the captivating possibility of finally getting to drink from her, swallow down her nectar he’d been craving for weeks until the mere existence of her panties on his altar was a hypnotic induction all by itself. He was already losing himself in erotic fantasies of stuffing her divine panties into his mouth and sealing them in place with vet wrap wound tightly around his head, but he knew he had to answer her. It was the most important part of the whole scene.
“Thoughts off. Mind empty. Mouth Open..”
“They are going to… to f-fuck my mind away,” he heard himself stammer, his voice so slurred with arousal that he almost sounded drunk on the alluring closeness of her nectar, her very DNA. “It’s going to push inside me, and, and, um, the pleasure’s going to be so strong that it’s juss’ gonna break my fucking brain.” It shocked him to realize that he believed every word of what he was saying–even though it had started as a fantasy, a game he’d readily consented to, three solid months of edging himself daily while he listened to the custom hypnosis files his Master made for him had turned the fantasy into an ominous reality. If She ordered him to push her wet panties into his mouth and cum, he realized the overwhelming rapture of finally getting a orgasm after so much teasing and denial would absolutely shatter his ability to think.
“Thoughts off. Mind empty. Mouth Open..”
And yet, with her wetness on his lips, his cock hard with anticipation, all he could feel was longing and aching desire. “That’s right. Good boy,” she murmured, “It’s going to break your brain and you won’t be able to stop yourself from opening up to all my programming. You’re going to become my mindless little toy. My helpless, obedient, brainless drone. My little worker bee. My plaything. You’ll never think again unless I want you to. You know that, don’t you?” He whimpered, his head moving up and down in an instinctual nod.
“Thoughts off. Mind empty. Mouth Open..”
She really could, that was the scary part. He had only just moved in with her and her other slaves, he hadn’t had a chance to really start looking for a job here and he didn’t really have a social circle. Having made her wildly successful penultimate female empowerment movie, her money was enough to support them all and he was already doing all of the housekeeping while she worked further building her feminist empire – if she really wanted to, she could push him and break his will with her hypnotic programming and turn him into her brainless, obedient toy forever without having to worry about any practical issues getting in the way.
“Thoughts off. Mind empty. Mouth Open..”
“I–yes, Master,” he whimpered, knowing full well that his determination and resolve had already collapsed like a railway trestle made out of damp cardboard.
“But you still want me to make you push my panties into your mouth, don’t you?” she asked, her eyes glittering with lust. “Even knowing it’s going to break your brain, even knowing you’ll never have another thought in that insignificant male head that I don’t want you to have, ever again, you still want my holy nectar too bad to stop. Is that right, my good little slut?” His breath hitched. He felt his safe word on the tip of his tongue, and he knew that if he said it Viola would end the scene right away and talk him through all his fears that this was becoming too real… but then she wouldn’t allow him her panties and her sweet divine nectar. And he needed them far too badly now to stop no matter what the consequences. He would just have to trust his owner and Master to give his mind back to him when all this was over.
“Thoughts off. Mind empty. Mouth Open..”
Before he could stop himself, he murmured, “Yes, Master,” and his eyes rolled back in his head with mind-shattering ecstasy as the balled up panties where shoved deep into his panting mouth, her holy juices flowing down his throat and into his waiting belly. She ordered him to cum and gave him the orgasm he’d been craving for so very, very long…
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