Chapter 4

After the fifth time, Claire was finally satisfied that Mike had proven his devotion to her. The autumn twilight outside had melted into the soft pink glow of a beautiful sunset by the time she was done. He had only gotten better as the afternoon had gone on, slowly but surely bringing her to climax again and again. Despite how sensitive she had gotten, Mike had never let her cum too quickly, letting Claire savour the sensation of his tongue on her. In her. Tasting her.

Yes, he had done very well, she concluded. Not once had he complained or even snuck a peek at her, even when she had removed her bra and draped it lovingly over his still-erect cock, the soft material soaking up his pre-cum. After the fifth and final orgasm, she pressed her lips on his, ravishing his delicate mouth with her tongue. He had tasted her; it had been time for her to taste him.

Claire sat up and slid off of him, coming to stand over him “Well done, you’ve certainly earned your reward, haven’t you?” She whispered to him. Mike remained silent, clearly unsure of the response she was looking for. Evidently, he was afraid that if he said anything, he might be denied release. “It’s okay, you can speak.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Mike’s voice was hoarse, his mouth probably dry from his efforts earlier. Claire, taking sympathy on him, passed him the water bottle she had prepared before she had left the house earlier. She had anticipated this, and had taken various steps to ensure his comfort. Mike drank greedily, still keeping his eyes shut.

“Do you want to look at me?” Claire enquired.

“Yes please, Mistress.” Mike said, a pleading note entering his voice. But Claire smirked; she wasn’t going to make it that easy.

“Not yet. You have one final task for me, then you may gaze upon me.” Claire laughed inwardly; the phrasing she had used had been a mite grandiose, and it sounded a little ridiculous. But she didn’t care, she was a goddess after all. Who cares if she sounded like one? Claire was slightly surprised to find the situation going to her head a little, but she let it go. She was in control here, what did it matter if her ego ran wild for a few hours? “You have been keeping up with your anal exercises, haven’t you?”

Mike swallowed nervously, clearly anticipating what was to come. He was still a novice at this, but an eager learner, nonetheless. She had been prescribing him various tasks to improve his confidence with anal activities. It was something he had expressed a shy desire to get better at, and Claire had been more than happy to oblige. She had been eagerly awaiting the day when she would finally be able to penetrate him, and it had finally come. “I have, Mistress.”

“Good. Now turn over onto your front, and bury that pretty little face of yours in my pillows. I only want to see your butt now, understand?” Mike said nothing but obediently flipped over, presenting himself to her. She lightly spanked him, laughed, and walked over to the chest of drawers that stood in the corner of her room. Opening the second drawer from the bottom, she gazed lovingly at the variety of phallic objects lined neatly up on the crushed velvet padding. It certainly was a magnificent collection, and they all seemed to scream out to her, begging to be used. Claire ran her fingers gently over the larger ones, before deciding that maybe it was a bit too soon for those. Instead, she selected what she considered to be a beginner dildo, one she hadn’t used since her teenage years, and affixed it to the harness that lay beside it. She didn’t need one that went both ways, she was done with pleasuring herself, at least in that way. This would be a different sort of pleasure. She slid her legs into the harness, and carefully tightened the straps, ensuring that it was comfortable yet secure.

Walking back to the bed, she picked up the bottle of lubricant that she kept on her bedside table and inspected what lay before her. Despite him being a guy, Mike’s derriere could only be described as cute. It was firm, yet sizable. Again, testament to time spent at the gym doing endless squats. Claire couldn’t help spanking him again, harder this time. Enough to leave a slight pink handprint. Mike whimpered into the pillows, but said nothing else. His hole was dutifully clean, and he had clearly douched before leaving the house.

Enough, Claire was done waiting. She wanted another taste of him. With what probably felt like delicious pleasure to Mike, she gently kissed his rim. It puckered and clenched at the sensation, as if able to understand what was about to come. She had been right; he had cleaned himself properly. Claire suspected he had even gone to the extra effort of ensuring there was no smell either. She squirted some lubricant onto her right index finger and applied it to his hole, ensuring it was dripping wet before moving on. Then, with some more lubricant, she moistened the inside of him, taking care not to stimulate him too much. She didn’t want him to cum yet. However, Mike was already moaning softly at just this. Claire smiled and withdrew her finger. It was time for the main event. With a lot more of the wonderfully slippery substance, she thoroughly prepared her dildo. Then, taking care not to rock him over, she climbed onto the bed behind him. She knelt until she was at the right height to enter him and then simply placed the dildo on top of his buttocks.

“Do you feel it?” Claire taunted. Mike moaned in response, lost in pleasure and no longer able to form words. “I thought so. Now try and stay nice and still for me. No touching yourself. If you cum, you cum. But absolutely no touching. Understand?” Mike moaned again. Satisfied with the reply, Claire rested the dildo between his cheeks until the tip was just inside of him. Then, with great care and delicacy, she slid inside him.

Mike gasped in response, and the air quickly filled with his moans as she thrust in and out of him. She kept it slow to begin with, not wanting to give him too much pleasure too quickly. Claire could feel his butt clenching around her dildo, gripping it tightly. She was glad she had decided to use a smaller one after all, any thicker and she doubted that even with his training exercises, he would be able to take anything else.

His cock was leaking all over her bedsheets, but she didn’t care. They were due for a wash anyway; and besides, nothing could spoil this moment for her. Mike had dissolved into a whimpering, moaning mess in front of her, and the sounds of his submission were like music to her ears. He was her little fuck toy, and nothing else in the world mattered at that moment but his submission to her. She began to thrust faster and harder, losing herself in the sensation of bending him to her will. Claire began to rhythmically spank his cheeks, striking with greater and greater force until they were red and sore. His moans had turned to soft screams of delight, and finally she gave in to her ravenous desires.

There was no holding her back now, lust overtook her. What lay before her was no longer a man, but a beautiful lump of flesh, exquisitely crafted for her pleasure. Claire began to scream in delight too, telling this thing that gripped her cock so tightly exactly what she wanted to do to it. She cupped its balls and squeezed, delighting in their soft suppleness and the ease with which they yielded to her grip. She pinched its nipples, the now-louder screams coming from in front of her bringing a sadistic grin to her face. She was a lioness ravaging her mate. A mistress of pain and pleasure, blurring the line between the two. A goddess of hedonism, living only for the sweet thrill of indulging her every desire. She would bend this thing to her will, and drain the pleasure out of it. All for her. Claire had gone for so long without this feeling, been starved of it for her whole life, and now she held it in her hands and she was not going to let go.

Nothing could be better than this. Claire wanted to keep going until the world ended. Making her pathetic little sub moan until it could moan no more. She was about to push its face down even further and grip its cock in her hand when the sound of her name snapped her back to reality. There was no ‘Mistress’ this time. It was her name. Mixed with what sounded like tears and genuine fear. Claire froze in horror as with a strangled voice, Mike gasped out a single word.

“Red!”

//This is the complete Part I, Chapter 4 of 'To Serve A Goddess'. This is the revised and edited form of my previously released 'From Across the Sea', which was an unedited, raw version intended to gauge audience response and interest. This version is being published as complete and final version. Please enjoy.