Goddess: A Femme Domme Erotica Novel

by R. J. Castille

  The young man appeared by his side, head down and hands firmly at his side. I could see a slight flush on his skin. Perhaps from embarrassment, but I could not be sure as he kept his gaze toward the ground.

  “Get the ladies a drink,” he ordered without looking at him. To which the young man responded by walking quickly over to the bar on the other side of the kitchenette. I heard the clinking sound as he dropped several pieces of ice into two glasses. I glanced over at him. He appeared to be shaking slightly as he poured the clear liquids into the classes in equal parts. Returning to where we stood, still with his head to the ground, he handed me one of the drinks. I suddenly felt the urge to gulp the entire glass down in one drink but resisted the feeling. Instead, I sipped from the straw he had placed into each glass.

  I saw a look of anger and disappointment on Jason’s face. He looked at the young man with a touch of disdain in his eyes. His head shaking from side to side slowly. The only thing missing was the clucking of his tongue on the roof of his mouth as he did so. Wordlessly chastising him for his error. I could almost hear him say, “Shame, shame, I know your name .”

  “Where is the lime?” He demanded out loud. I saw the man’s shoulders slump forward slightly with sudden realization on his face.

  “I forgot it,” he said in almost a whisper. Still looking at the ground, he began to tremble slightly as Master Jason sighed in an exaggerated fashion.

  “Kendra, Leila, this is, well I call him Bitch,” he smiled at this statement. I could see a devious twinkle in his eye as he reached into his pocket. “You are to refer to him as such,” he ordered us. I was not too sure how to respond as I was not used to being commanded by someone.

  From his pocket, Jason retrieved a black tube of lipstick. He removed the lid and proceeded to twist the lipstick all the way up. The bright red hue of the lipstick was in stark contrast to the dark container. He grasped Bitch’s face with one large hand and turned it roughly toward him. I watched as he began to put the lipstick onto his lips in large strokes. When he was through, Bitch looked like a drag queen preparing for his evening’s gig standing before us in his boxers and leather. Bright red lips against his pale skin that was now turning shades of pink. I assumed it was from embarrassment, but in a strange way, Bitch appeared to be flushing from a mixture of anticipation and excitement.

  Suddenly, Jason struck him hard across the face with an open palm. He repeated this action several times until Bitch was panting loudly trying to catch his breath and recover from the onslaught.

  “What did I tell you?” Jason demanded loudly. “I was quite clear, was I not? I told you, do not forget the lime!” He struck Bitch several more times across the face until his cheeks were nearly the same shade of red as the lipstick he now wore.

  “Yes Master. I am sorry, Master,” Bitch struggled with the words. His breathing was very erratic and I hoped Jason had had his fill for Bitch’s sake.

  “No more excuses from you, I give you simple instructions and you can’t even follow them,” Master Jason appeared very upset at Bitch’s response. I was confused as he simply apologized to him for forgetting the lime and nothing more .

  “Fetch me the hog-tie,” he stated and turned away from Bitch, his attention focused back on Kendra and I. “Kendra,” he snapped his fingers in her direction and she immediately obliged. Rising to a standing position, she was at his side without a word. Still gazing at the ground, I saw her look at me from the corner of her eye. I was unsure of how to react or what to say, so I remained silent, sipping my drink to ease the insanely dry mouth that now plagued me.

  Bitch returned with a set of leather shackles and an x-shaped leather contraption. There were clips on the end of each section of the strapping. He raised them up over his head as he lowered him to his knees before Jason. I saw Jason take the leather straps from him and point at the shackles.

  “Put those on your ankles,” he instructed.

  The young man obeyed. He strapped each shackle to one of his ankles, securing them with a tiny, silver lock. Jason pointed again, this time saying nothing. Bitch obviously knew what was coming because I saw him begin to strap the other set of shackles to his wrists. Jason handed the straps to Kendra, who took them gingerly in her delicate palm and went around to the back of the man kneeling before us. I heard the tiny tinkle of metal on metal as she fastened each clip of the strap to a ring on each shackle. Bitch was now secured. His hands behind his back were fastened to the hog-tie, which was in turn fastened to the shackles on his ankles.

  Bitch crouched quietly with his hands bound behind him to his ankles. I watched as Kendra completed her task and backed away slowly, eyes down cast. She made her way toward me and stood next to me expectantly.

  I saw Master Jason retrieve a long crop from the table in the foyer. He rubbed the handle, twirling his fingers around the tip and closing his hand around it. He made his way across the sitting area to the bedroom where Bitch now knelt awaiting his punishment.

  Without a word, Jason struck Bitch with the crop on his backside. The loud smack of leather on flesh startled me. He teased the surface of Bitch’s exposed skin with short raps of the crop down the length of his thighs. He lingered over the groin area before moving to the other side. Tapping as he went, leaving angry, red marks along the path he made with the crop .

  Master Jason looked our direction. A devious smile danced across his lips. He snapped his fingers toward Kendra, who responded without delay. She moved quickly to his side. Jason pointed at the end of the bed and Kendra obeyed, lowering herself onto the plush comforter. She faced Master Jason silently awaiting further instruction.

  “Spread your legs and pull up your skirt,” Jason commanded. I saw her comply immediately and tried to ignore the fact that she was not wearing any panties and I could now see her exposed genitals.

  Jason placed his finger into the large ring protruding from the front of Bitch’s collar and pulled him toward Kendra. Bitch fumbled along, still bound by the hog-tie. Jason used the forward motion to guide Bitch’s face into Kendra’s female space.

  “Lick her slowly. I want to watch you make her come,” Jason finished speaking to Bitch and followed up with three strikes from his crop. He licked his lips eagerly as he watched Bitch comply. Bitch looked awkward as he attempted to do keep from falling all the way forward. His hands still bound behind his back, he would not have been able to save the fall.

  “Do not come until I tell you that you can,” he ordered. Kendra moaned out loud under the rhythmic motion of Bitch’s tongue. She nodded her head without replying.

  Master Jason brought the crop down hard onto Kendra’s thigh in response.

  “What was that?” He asked Kendra, demanding she respond out loud.

  “Yes, Master,” Kendra breathed, her voice quivering with mounting pleasure. Master Jason smiled and smacked her again on the opposite thigh, leaving welts behind on her pale, tender flesh.

  I watched as Kendra’s hips began to undulate, pushing up against Bitch’s face with each stroke of his tongue. I could see her thighs shaking with each thrust upward. She started to reach her hand down to push Bitch’s face away from her sex. In response to this, Master Jason struck her hand with the crop. Kendra inhaled sharply through her teeth and pulled her hand back instantly.

  Master Jason closed in on the two figures on the bed. He reached forward with his hand and suddenly thrust two fingers deeply into Kendra. She groaned loudly as he roughly withdrew his fingers and shoved them inside of her repeatedly. It seemed as though she was struggling to stop the sensation that was obviously beginning to overwhelm her. Her face red with the flush of someone about to orgasm. Her breathing was erratic and I noticed her teeth clamped down in an attempt to delay her release.

  She failed.

  -6-

  On that first day, Master Jason appeared enamored by me. I often caught him gazing at me while Kendra was being worked over for her failure to follow orders. With each punishing blow, his smile grew wider a
nd I could see him lick his lips with the tip of his tongue, as though he were tasting her pain on his mouth. After Master Jason was through with her, his attentions turned to me.

  “Tell me Leila,” his eyes met mine, “what do you think of our world?”

  I did not know how to answer that. I was fascinated. I was terrified. I was thrilled. A whirlwind of emotions and thoughts spiraled through my mind. I had never witnessed anything of that nature and was not sure what to think, but I wanted more.

  “In this world Leila, I am in control. I master everything here, and I do not accept mediocrity. Only the cream of the crop for me. The most obedient and desired slaves become my own. And I do what I wish to them.” He stopped speaking and looked at me inquisitively. He could tell by the look on my face I had many questions.

  “Kendra here is one of the best I have ever had,” he reached out and tenderly stroke her flushed and sweat streaked face. I could tell that he admired her. “She is obedient and does my bidding exactly the way one should for their master. I would love to meet and compliment her former master for training her properly, as she is completely submissive, never expressing discontent, even in the face of sharing me with others. As she should. And she hardly ever uses her safe word to stop me.” Jason chuckled at this.

  This statement brought more questions.

  “What does that mean? A safe word?” I inquired. My curiosity was taking control as I waited for him to answer.

  Master Jason smiled at me and I could see that he was taking the time to process his thoughts before he fulfilled my need to know.

  “A safe word young Leila, is a word that is used to indicate you have reached the pain threshold of your slave. This is put into place between a master and slave to avoid injury and play safely. When a safe word is given, all activities cease.” He finished his explanation and waited patiently for me to respond.

  “How do you know it is actually the safe word?” My naivety was obviously amusing him.

  “The safe word is decided in advance. Before you even begin to play. It should be something obvious, leaving no question that your slave has had enough for the time being. Kendra and I simply use the words “yellow” to indicate she is almost at her peak and “red” to let me know she has reached her maximum.” I saw him reach out and run his hand lovingly over Kendra’s blonde hair. Her color had started to return to normal. She sighed out loud and leaned her head toward his touch, like a cat who is begging to be touched.

  I was a little confused. That would mean they actually discuss these activities in advance. They don’t just jump in and start whipping each other. Like a negotiation of terms before the festivities commenced.

  “You do anything you want to your slaves?” This thought was a little frightening. If someone has complete control over you to do their bidding, you would have no room to argue with your master. “I find it a little disturbing that you hold complete power over another human being.” I wanted to know the basis for such a relationship. How would someone protect themselves against someone they have given control to?

  “The terms of the master-slave relationship are typically negotiated in advance,” Master Jason smiled at my line of questioning. A playful smile worked its way across his lips as he continued to explain the dynamics of their world. “Things that a slave will, or will not do, are discussed ahead of time. This discussion often includes things like public discipline, types of discipline, implements of discipline, whether the couple will be exclusive to one another, and the like. It is at this time that the slave should emphasize what they are not willing to do, to avoid any confusion or resentment. On the other hand, the master also lays out their expectations and desires. If they are in agreement, the two can commence their activities and play safely to the pleasure of both people involved.”

  “So you have a contract?” I balked at this. Who in their right mind would agree to a contract that seals your fate to a life of servitude?

  “Not necessarily a contract, per se,” he started to explain further, “it is an unwritten agreement that both shall abide by so as not to offend or cross the line with the other. Some do actually put it in writing in the form of a written agreement, but that is seldom necessary as each person is already aware of the other’s expectations. I have heard of some powerfully wealthy individuals with issues of privacy making their slaves sign non-disclosure agreements in order to protect their real-world reputation, but mostly our people function on a higher level of trust and understanding than the “norms.” A level of trust they know very little about. Written agreements are typically reserved for those who demand exclusivity or have the necessity to invoke a higher level of expectations.” Jason finished speaking and waited for me to ask my next question.

  “This is very overwhelming,” I had to be honest, it was not at all what I expected to hear. Safe words? Unwritten agreements? Is it really that serious?

  “Some take their role very seriously Leila, it is beyond play for them, it is their lifestyle.” It was as though he had read my thoughts. Master Jason continued, choosing his words carefully, “I have known plenty of slaves who turned out to be better suited as a dominating party and switch roles eventually. Some are what we refer to as a “switch” and those individuals are ones who can play both sides equally well and find satisfaction as either a submissive or a dom. Contrary to what society would have you believe, we are not deviant, sex-hungry people, we are just like everyone else, with normal, human problems. I would love to invite you in and show you all this world has to offer. If you are willing that is.” He stopped and stared at me. It appeared as though he was going over a mental checklist, had he forgotten to mention anything?

  I was shocked by his invitation. My curiosity must have been written in big bold letters across my forehead. It was strange to me that he anticipated my next thought and was answering my questions before they made their way past my lips. I did not know how to respond to him, but I could tell that he was not expecting immediate agreement.

  “Think about it Ms. Leila,” he beamed at me, a friendly and warm smile. “You know how to find me if you decide to take me up on that offer.” His hand reached toward Kendra and put his hand on her shoulder to let me know she was my link to his world. If I wanted it to, he would bring me in and show me how satisfying his world can be. I had but to ask. Master Jason would later reveal that he had seen a spark deep inside my soul that he knew if he could fan the flame, the fire would grow and take over my world. A strength I never knew I possessed until I met him.

  When we parted ways that day, I still had so many unanswered questions. I had no idea that I had just been initiated into a world of dark delights I was soon to make my own.

  -7-

  I began to spend more and more time with Master Jason. I found myself wanting to glean all the knowledge I could from him and he reveled in this fact. He enjoyed having a student, someone who he could pass on the secrets of his world to. Master Jason took his time explaining everything to me and waited patiently while I honed my skills to match his own. I was his creation and he took pride in my work, often inviting his associates to observe my unwavering dedication to the craft.

  In the beginning of our relationship, I was very nervous. It was obvious I wanted to learn, but was hesitant to participate in such activities. I had always heard the term devious in connection with their world. What I was beginning to see is it is actually an outlet. A way to escape the reality in which we live where many are not accepted. If you do not live up to social standards you are lumped into certain categories and labeled as such. These people were no different .

  Master Jason took me under his wing and helped me explore this new world without hesitation. He explained to me that many refer to their world as BDSM. Bondage, Discipline, Sadism, Masochism. Those who actually participate simply call it “the scene.” I was continuously told that the misconception is that they just whip or spank each other and get off on it. He insisted that there is much more to it. One does not just
dominate their slave. They must be prepared to care for them, protect them, keep them healthy and support them physically and emotionally. This was a topic of our conversations on more than one occasion.

  The BDSM world was new to me. I was very excited to learn everything about it and Master Jason was more than happy to oblige. Jason often commented on my strength and internal control, causing him to believe I was destined to dominate others. I was proud of those comments as I did not see myself that way. It was not until it was my turn to receive punishment that I realized the relationship between a submissive and a dominating partner was reciprocal. On our first encounter independent of Kendra, I was made to learn what it means to be the submissive. How it feels to receive punishment.

  “In order to be a proper dominatrix, you must first learn to be dominated,” as he said this, he produced what he referred to as a cane. To me it was simply a dowel with a length of leather cording wrapped securely around one end. His gaze met mine. Stepping toward me, he reached his free hand up and untied the belt of the robe I was wearing. He slid it down over my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor at my feet. I was shaking with nervous anticipation.

  As if he could see the fear on my face, he smiled. It was a soothing gesture.

  “Leila, should you need to, use the word “red” to let me know you cannot handle anymore. Ok?” He simply looked at me, patiently waiting for my response.

  “Ok,” I replied hesitantly.

  Master Jason guided me toward the large bed on the wall of the hotel room we occupied for the evening. He was stroking my hair lovingly with his free hand.