Slut Boy: Tales of Female Domination

Slut Stories of Female Domination-4

Unrestrained now, my prick quickly began building back up toward the explosion that I’d been so cruelly denied for so very long. But then suddenly my Goddess Katia once again grabbed me by the hair, and yanked my head back.

Staring straight ahead, I could see into the headboard mirror.

Past my flushed, tear-streaked, semen-smeared, ball-gagged face, past my goddess’s fist clenched in my hair, past even my upthrust welt-covered buttocks, I could see my holy goddess herself. Her shapely hips pumped feverishly, driving that big black monster maniacally in and out of me. Her diamond belly-ring flashed and winked, her breasts bobbed like fruit on a bough, her sable tresses danced like mad and her face was a fearsome study in divine estrus. Teeth bared, cheeks flushed, nostrils flaring with exertion, she was gorgeous and driven, terrifying and arousing beyond anything I’d ever dreamed. As her huge, blazing green eyes met mine in the mirror she began to scream and peak at once.

“Ah, ah, ah, AH! Oh yeah, Slut-boy, oh yeah, ah, AH AH! AH! Oh, oh, I’m going to come yet again! It never fails! This is my absolute favorite thing in the entire universe to do: loom over a captive... helpless... moaning... groaning... grunting... squealing slut of a slave and butt-f**k the holy s**t out of him! I’m going to do this to you FOREVER, Slut-boy! Come on then! Come on, you disgusting slut! Do it! Come with me now! Come your brains out! Blow that load! You know you need to! Now’s the time!”

My Goddess’s wish was my command. Of course, her least arousal was as compulsory to me as always. And if Goddess Katia at climax had been chain lightning before, and then the runaway nuclear fusion of the sun, she was a star-shattering supernova this time. Propelled past any sane threshold by her rampaging c**k and apocalyptic lust, I took perhaps a pico-second to react. Then for an orgasmic eternity I spasmed and shuddered and spewed my very essence out onto the pillow beneath me, as Goddess blazed and shrieked and hammered out the throes of her own unimaginable apotheosis. Only when all of our combined energies were absolutely exhausted did she at last slam herself as deep inside as possible and then collapse atop me.

Her hot exhalations seared me. Her dense mass filled me and her heavenly globes compressed against me. Facedown, we lay stacked together like that in quivering aftermath for at least ten minutes. But at last my goddess arose, withdrew from her just-created and claimed black hole and lifted off me. Rolling me once more over onto my back, she again straddled my body, this time settling her weight up high on my chest, so that her big black p***s jutted right out into my face. Looming over me, smiling down, she cleaned and stroked it lovingly.

“Did you enjoy my c**k, Slut-boy? Did you absolutely love it? I think you did!”

She reached behind herself, picked up the soiled pillow and displayed the evidence. Guilty as charged, I could only fight for breath, and gaze dazedly up at her. Nevertheless she nodded, as though I’d admitted to everything. She smiled possessively.

“I knew you would. I’ve always known you were a meek little submissive at heart, and ripe for my easy conquest. Now then, do you want me to continue to rule over your body and soul, to own, use, punish, and above all f**k you like that, all day every day, all night every night forever and ever until the end of time amen? Nod with acceptance for me, Slut-boy.”

Utterly vanquished, careless of the consequences, I complied. Goddess Katia’s smile in response was priceless. Once again she leaned ecstatically down and covered me with heart-swelling kisses. When she sat up, her eyes were shining like emeralds in the sun.

“Excellent! Absolutely fabulous! Fabulous for you, fabulous for me. In that case, we’ll be getting married on Monday! Of course, legally you will be taking on my last name. But that’s not really significant. We both know who you really are. You’re my adorable, beloved, tasty little eternal slave Slut-boy!”

Thus I was chosen. And thus indeed it all befell. Since that day I’ve been an entirely different person. My name has been legally changed, and instead of being a boyfriend or a lover or even a husband, I’ve actually become a lifelong live-in personal servant. I keep my goddess’s house and all her belongings sparkling clean, her heavenly flesh exquisitely pampered, her expansive ego gratified, and her sadistic passions extravagantly fed. In return, she cheerfully, lovingly, occasionally overzealously gives me regular bondage, physical discipline, constantly increasing s****l ecstasy, and of course incredibly fulfilling, ferociously insistent, daily and nightly all-out balls-on bull-dyke-on-a-mad-rampage butt-f*****g. But mostly what she gives me is an absolutely fabulous reason to exist.

What in this blessed universe would I do without her?