Introduction:Life as a slave is a hard one, especially when serving a Goddess who takes pleasure from giving pain. In a secluded estate that remained largely untouched by the outside world the Goddess conducts various experiments and activities to pass her time that is so often filled with boredom. Every slave, male or female, that had ever had “the privilege” of taking part often came back marked and had evidently been in tears. To the Goddess, her slaves were permitted to call her nothing else, it was delicious to see them squirm, hear them squeal and feed of their pain. It excited her immensely, and perhaps if she was impressed she would allow the slave in question to help relieve her. She alone held the key to both misery and salvation, but when love and cruelty merge as one perhaps both paths may be walked.
Storyline:
The Slave, who had been called no other name for many months, sat in darkness in a dungeon he had been sent to a week or so ago now. He had been fed, and been given ample drink but he had a feeling that this was not the punishment his Goddess had in mind, it was only Limbo where he awaited the fate she dictated. At long last the cell door opened, and The Goddess stood before him. Devilish was The Goddess dressed in skin tight PVC outfit, which revealed everything and nothing all at once. Her divine presence filled his Cell and she ordered him to kneel. The Slave did so, questioning was about to begin.
“Tell me Slave why you disappoint me so much.”
“I don’t mean to Goddess.”
“So my bath went cold while I was going to get in it by accident did it?”
“Well yes but-“
“Are you trying to suggest this was not your fault Slave when you were told very clearly to keep it hot?”
“No Goddess.”
“Then whose fault is it Slave?”
“Mine Goddess, all mine.”
“My thoughts exactly, come with me.”
With an almost blood thirsty smile The Goddess led The Slave into her private quarters, her eyes gleaming as The Slave kneeled before her and she circled him before standing behind his naked back, her hands resting on his shoulders as she whispered in his ear.
“Now my Slave, your Penance for your sins begins.”
The Goddess’s whip cracked behind The Slave and he jumped in hear and anticipation, all of his Goddess’s cruelty and sadistic pleasure was about to be unleashed with the Slave as its sole target.
