Under the Goddess

He didn't know what he wanted until she gave it to him

THIS IS FICTION. PLEASE EXERCISE EXTREME CAUTION WITH ANY BREATH PLAY. NEVER DO IT WITH A STRANGER. GOING FAR ENOUGH THAT YOU FEEL YOU MIGHT PASS OUT IS ENOUGH TO GIVE YOU BRAIN DAMAGE. BUT IN FICTION, EVERYTHING IS FINE, SO READ ON AND ENJOY:

Under the Goddess

It’s my first time at a kink club. I lurk about in a corner, hard and needy, wishing I was one of the guys who can chat so easily with hot women. One woman is so perfect I can barely look at her. Legs forever, latex miniskirt and bra, with a supermodel face, dark curls tumbling down her back. She’s a goddess. I would do anything she asked me to, but she’d never even notice me.

I watch people get whipped and waxed and fucked and cuddled. I wish I could be them. The goddess whips two men at once. I am consumed with jealousy. I won’t be able to watch – or look away – if she fucks them. It’s a huge relief when she hands the whip to another and walks off.

Although I’ve barely spoken to anyone and haven’t done anything, I will at least have a good wank tonight. I’m walking towards the cloakroom when the goddess stands in front of me. I stumble to a halt. We’re almost touching.

She gives me her numbered coat ticket.

“We’ll go to yours.”

Everything around me reels for a moment. Did I imagine her saying that? It seems impossible, but she is looking at me with such impatience that I rush to get her coat and mine.

I get into my car, then realise she is standing by the passenger door. I scramble back out to open the door for her. She doesn’t say anything, but her tut makes me feel like a failure. I’m terrified of what happens when we get to my flat. I have no idea how to impress her.

I remember to open her door and let her enter my flat first, grateful I cleaned up in case I got lucky. I wasn’t thinking of this, though.

“Would you like a-“

“Strip. On your back, on your bed.”

I do it, fast, hands trembling. I lay with my arms by my sides, hyperaware of my penis standing upright. I want to touch it so bad, but I guess that’s not allowed.

She enters. I have no idea how a woman this beautiful is in my bedroom. She looks at my dick with absolute scorn. I don’t know why, but that makes me harder. She stalks closer, her heels loud on my thin carpet. She leans over to inspect my dick more closely. It twitches and a small whine happens in my throat. She reaches out a hand – in my head I’m begging her to hold it – and flicks it hard. I yelp and sit up.

“I didn’t tell you to move.”

I lay back down.

“Starfish.”

I lift my arms and open my legs, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever. From her little clutch bag, she pulls handcuffs. When she’s secured me, she smiles for the first time. I wonder if I’m falling in love. I’ve never felt like this before.

She kneels on the bed between my legs. Lifting my head, I can see down her top. She catches my eye, places her hands on my inner thighs. I’m not breathing. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want her to touch my dick. She squeezes my flesh until her long nails are digging in, drawing crescents of blood. The pain makes me whimper again, but part of me doesn’t want it to stop. She licks her lips, opens wide, and bends until she’s millimetres from my tip. She holds eye contact with me. I can feel her breath. Precum dribbles down me. It’s pathetic how much I need her, but I don’t care.

When she pulls away, I’m devastated. She goes back to her bag, takes out a black thing. I’m scared now. I don’t know what’s happening here.

“Open wide.”

I open my mouth and she presses the black thing in. It touches my tonsils, makes me gag a little. She lifts my head and secures it. I can only breathe through my nose now. Smiling, she takes a handful of pegs and clips them, one by one, to my ballsack. It hurts like hell. I try to let her know, but my sound is muffled by the gag. Two more go on my nipples. I twist my body, but I can’t get them off. She watches me for a while, one last peg in her hand. I give up and lie still. I can stand the pain better while I’m looking at her.

“Have you had a good time?”

I’m helpless and in pain. She hasn’t taken any of her clothes off or touched me at all apart from hurting me with her nails. But the answer is Yes. I would do this again in a heartbeat. I nod.

“Good,” she says, and clips the final peg on my nose. She watches me struggle to breathe for a minute, then unzips her little skirt and lets it fall to the floor. She isn’t wearing any panties. Her pussy is perfectly bare. When she parts her labia, I can see her swollen clitoris. Making me suffer has turned her on. My dick throbs painfully.

When she starts touching herself, I feel precum leaking continuously down my dick. If she doesn’t rescue me, I’m going to suffocate very soon, but I don’t want her to stop. I’ve never been this turned on in my life and I don’t care about anything apart from her now. I just hope I can stay conscious long enough to see her orgasm. That would make it worth dying.

The peg and the gag are ripped from my face. I take a gulp of air, but immediately I’m smothered again. She has straddled me, her pussy hard against my mouth. I can’t believe my luck. The extra oxygen has revived me. I push my tongue deep inside her as she grinds on me. She tastes like heaven. She has fistfuls of my hair and uses them to shift my head a little. Now I can reach her clit with my tongue. I play with it, rewarded by her increased breathing and harder humping of my face. Another shift and I can suck her clit. I’ll pleasure her as long as I can, but I’m going to pass out soon.

Suddenly she lifts off me and starts rubbing her clit herself. Just as I take a big breath, she gushes over my face. I choke and she laughs, still half-drowning me as her orgasm continues. Without being touched once, my dick suddenly geysers, pumping cum high in the air. I’ve never had a full-body orgasm like this. I can’t take my eyes off her fingers rubbing her clit. I’m in ecstasy.

When she is sated, she climbs off me and puts back on her skirt, a telltale dribble shining down her inner thigh. She gathers the gag and pegs, which hurt like hell coming off, then removes the handcuffs and walks out the room. I lay motionless and listen to her shut the front door behind her.

I never even knew her name.