Trained to Serve a Goddess - Part 1 (Patreon)

Her house was one of a dozen on a lovely suburban street. It featured a white picket fence, a beautifully maintained front yard with rose bushes in bloom, and a winding stone path leading to a front porch with a swing on one end and two wicker chairs on the other.

It was the sort of house that was presented in movies and TV shows as the suburban ideal, the dream house that made a family instantly happy the moment they moved in.

It was hard to imagine that the dominant woman you'd been serving online - the woman that had already made you shave off all your pubic hair, lock your cock in a Kink3D Cobra chastity device, and stuff your ass with a plug before driving to her home - lived in the idyllic suburban house were staring at.

You were at the right address, though, so unless she was playing an elaborate prank and had sent you to the wrong house on purpose, you were moments away from meeting the woman you'd first contacted three months ago.

In that time she's had you prove your willingness to submit in a variety of ways, including self-enforced orgasm denial, hours of edging play, shaving your pubic hair, a bit of self-inflicted spanking to introduce you to the idea of suffering for her, and much more.

She's made you write long emails about the many ways you wish to worship her and the sacrifices you'd be willing to make to give her pleasure. You've described your desire to shower her body with pleasure, using your tongue to tend to every erogenous zone before licking and sucking on her clit until she’s trembling with pleasure. You've written about your deep desire to worship her asshole, to run your tongue over her wrinkled flesh and taste her rectum.

She's even managed to push you past one of your initial limits as she's introduced you to the idea of anal penetration for her pleasure. At first it was just a finger, but recently she convinced you to gently fuck yourself with a small dildo while you filmed it. Now she has a video of you acting like a good anal slut, as she called you, and moaning while you did it.

Your continued submission has finally earned you an invitation to her home, assuming she gave you the right address. You've seen her on FaceTime calls, but this feels different. You're moments away from being in the same room with the goddess that has helped coax out your submissive side and shown you pleasures unlike any other.

You take a deep breath and get out of the car. You stare up at the house and wonder if she's really in there. How could the woman you've interacted with online - the woman whose mind seems so deviant in the best ways possible - live in this perfect suburban neighborhood? How could the kinky goddess you're so eager to pledge your submission to exist in this overwhelmingly vanilla part of the world?

You open the gate and step onto the stone pathway that leads to her door. Your heart pounds harder with each step. You pause at the bottom of the porch, grab the railing, and ascend the steps. You stop at the front door, take a deep breath, and reach out to press the doorbell.

You hear footsteps approaching. A sudden, almost overwhelming urge to turn and run washes over you. You close your eyes and fight it off. You're nervous, but you're going to see this through. The last three months have been the most exciting of your life and you know that meeting your goddess in person brings with it a far greater chance for excitement.

She opens the door and you smile. Standing before you is the same dark-haired beauty you've seen in the occasional picture and FaceTime call. However, instead of appearing in the garb of a dominatrix, she's dressed very much like you'd expect from a suburban woman in a knee length blue and white floral skirt, a simple blue tank top, and a button up white cardigan sweater. Her hair is pulled back into a high ponytail and her makeup is simple, emphasizing her beauty without enhancing her sexiness.

"Welcome," she says softly. "Would you like to come in?"

"Yes, mistress," you reply as she remains in the doorway, making entry into her home impossible.

"Did you prepare yourself as I instructed?" she asks.

"Yes, mistress, I did," you answer. "I shaved my pubic hair. I plugged my ass. I put my cock in chastity."

She smiles and your heart flutters. Pleasing her - and seeing her delight in person - feels better than you could have imagined. "Meet me in the backyard," she instructs before shutting and locking the door.

You turn and walk down the stairs. You head to the left and walk along the fence that separates her yard from the neighbors. The backyard is surprisingly large and features a pool, a hot tub, a garden where she appears to be growing fruits and vegetables, two sitting areas, and a lovely expanse of green, lush grass. On the other side of the back fence is a wooded area that stretches as far as the eye can see.

The door opens and your goddess steps out onto the slightly elevated wooden deck, walks to the edge, and waits with her hands clasped behind her back. You hurriedly approach and look up at her as she offers yet another seductive smile.

"Remove your clothes," she says.

You turn your head to look into the neighbor's yard. She slaps you across the face. You cry out from the pain and reach up to soothe your skin as you look at your goddess.

"Did I tell you to check if anyone was watching?" she asks.

"No, mistress," you reply. "I'm sorry."

"Strip, right now," she demands.

You see the annoyance - and perhaps even anger - on her face. Your failure to do exactly as you were told has genuinely disappointed her and you feel terrible. You want nothing more than to submit to this woman, to do as she desires, and to do so in person, for the pleasures of online submission are distinctly limited.

You strip, this time while staring up at your mistress, who crosses her arms and watches with a stern look on her face.

"I expect you to do exactly as you're told," she says firmly. "If you fail to do so, you'll be punished, and you punishment will scale with the level of your failure. Do you understand?"

Your face still stings from the slap. You understand. "Yes, mistress, I understand."

As you remove your pants and underwear her gaze travels to your crotch. She smiles at the sight of the black Kink3D chastity device that encases your cock. Your balls tingle with excitement and you feel arousal slowly spreading through your body.

"Turn around, bend over, and show me the plug," she instructs.

You quickly spin around, bend over, and reach back to spread your ass cheeks and show your mistress the plug you carefully lubricated and inserted before leaving for her house.

"Very good," she says. "You may stand and turn around."

You do so and clasp your hands behind your back. You stare up at your mistress - who seems more powerful as she stands a few feet above you on the deck - and she smiles, once again filling you with joy.

"You may refer to me as mistress or mistress Violet. If you refer to me in any other manner, you'll be punished," she says. "When in my presence you will obey me without hesitation or you will be punished. When not in my presence, you will follow any rules I have laid out and you will confess when and if you break any of those rules, and of course I will punish you when we see each other again. Do you understand?"

"Yes, mistress Violet," you reply. It's the first time she's given you a name of any kind, and while you're not sure it's her real name, you thoroughly enjoy being able to use it.

"To be clear, my intention in inviting you to my home is to begin formally training you to be my submissive," she explains. "Your training will take months, if not years, but I need you to understand that the ultimate goal is to transform your understanding of your existence, to wash away any hint of selfishness and ensure that every act you undertake is meant to enhance my life in some way."

"Yes, mistress," you say. It's not the first time she's shared her intentions with you, though it's more exciting to hear it in person.

"I don't expect you to be perfect. In fact, your training will be difficult. Though I respect your limits, it is my intention to transform you into a submissive without limits, to break you of any resistance to my desires, whatever they may be," she says.

You feel just a touch of panic, as this is the first time she's mentioned pushing you past your limits. You don't have many, but you were clear that bisexual play, toilet play, heavy pain play, and public play were non-negotiable limits.

Mistress Violet beckons you closer and reaches down to caress your face as you look up at her. "You don't have to be scared," she says softly. "I'm very good at what I do. By the time I ask you to push past one of your limits, you'll do so eagerly. In fact, it will bring you great pleasure to surrender to me in that way, to put aside your fear in the name of doing whatever it takes to make your mistress happy."

"Yes, mistress," you say, though you can hear the hesitation in your voice.

She smiles. "The limits you gave are really just a list of your fears. You fear what it would feel like to take a man's cock in your mouth. You fear what it would mean to get on your hands and knees and be mounted by a man, to be fucked, to be filled with his cock, to be used as a vessel for a man's pleasure while I watch. You fear what it would mean to be showered with my piss. You fear the taste of my hot urine in your mouth. You fear the lash of the whip against your skin. You fear being exposed in public for the submissive you are. I'm sure we'll uncover countless other fears as we progress in your training, too."

She's right. At least, you think she's right. She seems so confident that she must be right. That doesn't mean you want to do any of those things, though. In fact, you're absolutely certain you'd hate every single one of them. You're never going to be excited about sucking dick or getting fucked. You're never going to enjoy being whipped or spanked so severely that your ass bruises. Why would you ever want to do those things?

Mistress Violet caresses your face once more and then slowly runs her thumb over your lips. She holds your gaze and her mouth opens slightly. You do the same and she gently places her thumb on your tongue. You close your lips around it and she smiles. Her finger moves deeper into your mouth and you swirl your tongue around it. She smiles again, so you suck on her finger while swirling your tongue around it.

"See?" she says. "You didn't even have to think about it. You just did it. You did it because you saw that it made me happy. You did it because you wanted to please your mistress. You'll feel the same way when a man presses his plump cock head against your lips and pushes it onto your tongue."

That's not possible. It just can't be true. Sucking her thumb is worlds away from sucking cock. How could she think it's not any different? How could she think you'll feel excitement at the idea of letting a man push his dick into your mouth?

Her voice is laden with lust as she says, "So much fear in your eyes." Her lips slowly curl into a devilish smile before she adds, "You don't need to be afraid, but I don't mind if you are. In fact, I like it. Don't worry, though. It will be quite some time before we approach the things that scare you the most. There's a great deal of training to be done before you're ready to become a limitless sub."

She pulls her thumb from your mouth, wipes the saliva on your cheek, and then turns and walks towards the house.

"Follow me," she instructs.

You leave your clothes in the grass and follow your mistress into the house. She stops just a few steps inside and gestures for you to close the door. You do so and then your mistress points to the floor. You fall to your knees and she smiles. It's such a simple thing, but your heart soars at the notion that your obedience is responsible for that smile.

"Kiss my shoes," she says.

You fall to your hands and knees and lower your head. You plant several kisses on the simple blue high heeled pumps that go perfectly with her skirt.

"Now my legs," she instructs. "But remain below my knees."

Your pulse races your press your lips against Mistress Violet's skin. You let them linger, indulging in the pleasure of feeling her warmth and softness against you. You don't want to be punished, though, so you kiss your way up and down both of her legs, savoring the way she smells and tastes.

She steps back and you look up at her with longing in your eyes. Your mistress reaches down, grabs a handful of your hair, and pulls hard enough for it to hurt. You wince and she smiles, taking pleasure in your pain.

"When was the last time your cock enjoyed a woman's pussy?" she asks.

"Almost two years," you reply.

She makes a playfully sad face and pulls just a little harder on your hair. "Aww, poor baby. No pussy in almost two years. That's an awfully long time. Why is that? You're an attractive man and from what you told me you have a good job. It would seem that you'd have no trouble finding a woman."

The pain is spreading. It slowly runs down your back and she twists her fingers in your hair, making it hurt just a little more and ensuring that you struggle to answer her question with ease. "I'm not sure, mistress. I've been on dates, but none of the women seemed interested in me, in having sex with me, at least."

She releases your hair and you take a deep breath as the pain subsides. Her foot moves between your legs and she rubs your balls with the tip of her shoe.

"Your cock looks deeply unimpressive in that little cage," she says. "But it's also rather unimpressive when it's freed and hard, isn't it?"

You nod. There's no point in lying. She's seen your cock during the handful of supervised FaceTime masturbation sessions she let you indulge in over the past few months of online submission.

"It's going to be a very long time before your cock enjoys pussy again," she says. "You'll never enjoy my pussy, of course, and once you give me the keys to your cage I'll have full control over your cock. I could arrange for you to fuck someone - I have friends with female submissives that would spread their legs for you if ordered - but you'll have to work very hard for that pleasure. Very, very hard. I suspect that you'll be willing to work that hard after a few more years without pussy. What do you think?"

You'd largely made peace with the idea that you wouldn't have sex again - and you certainly understood that your mistress wouldn't allow you inside her - but you can't help but feel an overwhelming level of excitement at the idea of getting to fuck someone, to feel the warmth and wetness of a pussy around your cock once more.

"I'd...I'd love to have sex again," you say. "To fuck...to fuck someone...to...I'd honestly given up on the idea of having sex."

Mistress Violet smiles and looks at your caged cock. "Look at how it's trying to grow, how your little cock is trying to escape from its cage, how it's pushing out of the holes. You really are excited at the idea of fucking someone." She teases your smooth balls with her foot and adds, "She'd be beautiful, almost certainly young, eager, and willing. She'd do as her mistress or master ordered. She'd enthusiastically give you her body. She'd let you have her as you desired. She'd let you fuck her as hard as you could muster. She'd let you cum inside her, too."

Your cock aches in the chastity device. It aches for the sex Mistress Violet describes, for the pleasure of fucking an enthusiastic, beautiful young woman.

"Of course, it's going to be a long time before I grant you that pleasure, and that day might never come," she says. "You may prove yourself unworthy of such pleasures. You may fail to advance in your training. You may fail to prove that my pleasure, my satisfaction, my desires come before yours." She offers a seductive smile and says, "Of course, if you've failed it means that I haven't done my job right, that I haven't trained you properly, that I haven't shaped you into the submissive you were meant to be, so you're not going to fail."

She seems so confident. So self-assured. It's irresistible. It's what drew you to her in the first place. Even in her writing - which is how you discovered her - she exhibited the same confidence. It's potency is quite considerable in person, though, and you can feel its pull on you. You can feel your desire - your need, really - to submit growing.

"Are you good with your tongue?" she asks, changing the subject with remarkable swiftness.

"Yes, mistress," you reply. "Or, at least, I think I am. It's been a while since I've been with a girl, but she did tend to orgasm when I went down on her."

She smiles. "Let's find out."

Your eyes go wide and you smile. She's going to let you eat her pussy. This beautiful woman you've been fantasizing about for months is going to let you eat her pussy.

"Aww, you're so sweet," she says. "Look at how excited you are, how desperate you are. Don't get too excited, though. You won't be eating my pussy or getting a chance to make me cum. That's a reward, and you haven't done a damn thing to earn a reward yet."

You're confused, though you remain silent.

"You'll use your tongue on my asshole," she says. "You'll treat it like my clit. You'll show me what you can do. You'll show me how much training is required before I can utilize your tongue as I desire."

You're not sure what she means by that - if you'll only eat her pussy as a reward, what else could she be using your tongue for - but you don't care. You just want to make your mistress happy.

"Crawl behind me," she says.

Mistress Violet turns and walks away and you crawl on your hands and knees behind her. With each step the skirt clings to her ass and you can't help but stare and think about the joy of being welcomed between her ass cheeks to rim her, which you'd also consider a reward, though nowhere near as pleasurable as being able to make her cum with your tongue.

"On your back," your mistress commands once you reach the living room.

You roll onto your back and she lifts her skirt, straddles your head, and slowly squats down until her ass hovers just above your face. The thin lace of her thong covers her asshole, but you can see little bits of her wrinkled flesh peeking out.

"I'm going to sit on your face," she says. "And you're going to worship my asshole like you'd worship my pussy."

She pulls aside her thong and a moment later her asshole drops onto your mouth. You moan from the sheer pleasure of having this beautiful goddess ride your face and put your tongue to work. You close your eyes and lick feverishly. The taste is nowhere near as pleasant as if you were licking her pussy - it's slightly metallic and you're certain you detect the saltiness of sweat, too - but it's not terrible.

"That's too fast," she says. "I know you're eager, but that's just too fast. Slow down a little. Use more than the tip of your tongue, too. Make it feel like you're massaging my asshole, like you're making love to it with your tongue. That's what a woman wants when you eat her pussy. A speedy, overeager tongue is of no particular use to most of us."

You slow your tongue and use more of it to lick her asshole. The taste of her anus - and the area around it - dances on the whole of your tongue and coats the inside of your mouth. It feels a bit dirty, but there's something so pleasurable about that.

"That's better," she says. "Much better."

You can hear the happiness in her voice and you feel a deep sense of satisfaction and pride at having pleased your mistress.

She remains astride your face as you practice. You do so long enough that your jaw and tongue begin to get sore. You refuse to stop, though. You refuse to even slow down, for nothing is more important than satisfying the woman sitting on your face and smothering you with her beautiful, utterly perfect ass.

When she finally stands, you can't help but feel a sense of relief as your tongue finally gets to rest. "That was very good," she says. "Now, I want you to remain there on your back while I go change into something more comfortable."

You turn watch as she heads upstairs. You listen to her footsteps in what you imagine is a bedroom above you and you wonder if you'll ever be granted the privilege of joining her in that bedroom for any reason.

Mistress Violet is gone for what feels like quite a long time, but when she returns she's transformed from the suburban woman who met you at the door into the dominant goddess you imagined.

She's wearing a tight, sleeveless, high-necked black latex dress and a pair of knee high black latex boots. Her hair is out of the ponytail and it looks long, smooth, and shiny. She's even done her makeup to look sexier, including an irresistible eye shadow. Your urge to submit, to worship, to do as she desires feels more potent than ever as you marvel at the simple but hugely effective nature of an outfit change.

"Crawl to me," she demands.

You hurriedly move to your hands and knees and crawl towards your mistress. The intoxicating smell of the latex fills your nose as you stop in front of her and look up.

"Stand up," she orders.

You stand and your mistress grasps your balls, caresses them gently, and then takes a firm grip and pulls down. It doesn't hurt, but it suddenly feels as though she has complete control over you, that she could inflict intense pain with little effort.

"I'm going to show you my play space," she says. "The place where I get to be the most honest version of myself, and the place where much of your training will happen."

"Yes, mistress," you reply.

She pulls a little harder on your balls and you groan while an odd sense of pleasure moves through your body. She's in control of you. In that moment, she owns you.

"Follow me," she says.

Your mistress releases your cock and walks past you. You wait a moment as your balls recover from the mild trauma she inflicted on them and follow as she opens a door that leads to what must be her basement.

She flicks a light switch and descends the stairs as the shiny black dress clings to her flawless-looking body. You follow her down the stairs, turn the corner, and step into what can only be described as a fully-stocked dungeon.

The room is populated with several bondage devices, including a St. Andrew's Cross, a large black metal cage with a padded bottom, two bondage benches, a sex swing, a queening chair, and a few devices you're not familiar with.

One of the walls is dedicated to various implements of punishment, all of which seem as though they would deliver considerable pain. Another wall has shelves filled with dildos, blindfolds, chastity cages, butt plugs, and a variety of sex toys.

"Welcome," Mistress Violet says as you survey the room with equal parts wonder and fear. "Are you ready to begin your training?"

You nod. "Yes, mistress."