My head was throbbing as I stirred into consciousness. Must have had too much to drink last night because even with the sunlight pouring into the room nothing looked or felt familiar. Closing my eyes and stretching a bit I realize I’m naked, in a strange person’s bed, and something feels different. I look under the sheet and feel around my cock. Whatever it is, it is steel and will not come off!

The bedroom door opens up quickly and a Gothic Goddess walks through the door. “Well, about time you’re up!” With my head throbbing I painfully ask, “Who are you? Where am I? and What the hell is that around my cock!?” Stopping at the end of the bed this Goddess rips the sheets and blankets off of me. Smirking and relishing this moment she says, “Oh you don’t remember? I’m your new Goddess, this is my house, and that is a chastity cage!”

My heart sinks into my stomach. “Give me the key please!” I plead as this new reality begins to solidify in my mind. Goddess walks to the side of me, towering and leaning over me while I still lay in her bed. With a beautiful and cruel smile, “Don’t worry I have the key, and I’ll be taking good care of it.” She taps her cleavage showing me where the key is kept. “You were so drunk last night you said you would do anything to please a Goddess like me. Even pledged yourself ot me. Don’t you remember? You were loud and enthusiastic answering ‘Yes!’ when I asked about chastity. The whole bar must have heard you. I know my friends did.”

Humiliation and fear began to run through me. I look to her pleadingly because this cannot be happening! “No. You said you wanted to please a Goddess, and I agreed.” Leaning over she puts her hands on either side of me just above my shoulders staring into my eyes. “You willingly pledged yourself to my service. You willingly came back to my house. You willingly stripped naked and begged me to shave your pathetic cock and balls. You even locked your own cock up while I watched and handed me the keys!” The look in her eyes filled me with a dreadful awe.

She stood up and stared down at me. “Bu-but I was drunk!” received Goddess’ wicked laughter as her hands flew from her hips and crossed her chest. “I don’t care. You are going to learn to keep your word whether you are drunk or not.” There was a pregnant pause in the room. “So, what does that mean?” Goddess walked to the door and turned to face me. “It means you will serve me however I desire if you ever want a chance of getting out of that cage and being the man you think you are.”

This is where you come in. Please share your Gothic Goddess and her kinks. Open to her being a woman or futa, and open to most kinks!

Limits: Gore, toilet stuff, and the like.

Reddit PMs only please.