Loaned to a Goddess

My relationship with Carol has always been framed in a BDSM lifestyle. From our first date I submitted to her. I met her on FetLife in a chat group. Within the group she identified as a dominant and I identified as submissive. To be clear, I had no experience being a submissive, and to be truthful, I picked submissive because I thought it might position me better to hook up. We agreed to meet in person, and during our first date it became evident Carol was far more experienced in BDSM than I was. After a relatively vanilla date, she took me back to her apartment and popped my cherry with a strap-on.

Flash-forward a year, I was deeply emersed in BDSM. Carol had me in a chastity cage and she had cuckolded me. She routinely humiliated me with butt plugs, feminization, and forced bisexuality. Carol was basically a humiliatrix, and she would do a plethora of things to challenge my masculinity. My humiliation took a myriad of forms. For example, I was expected to fluff her bull. I was expected to consume cum, whether from me after a prostrate milking, from my mistress’s pussy or ass, or directly from her bull’s cock. My position on the BDSM ladder was the lowest rung.

Nearly all our BDSM activities had occurred within the walls of our home. Carol didn’t seem to have any interest in sharing our kink with others. Although our sex life was usually within the four walls of our bedroom, that didn’t mean others were not sometimes invited within those walls. I have sucked countless dicks, serviced countless pussies, and licked countless assholes. I have been fucked in the mouth and ass with real and plastic dicks. But all of those activates took place in our bedroom. 

I had a host of chores in my Dominant’s home, including cleaning, entertainment, and serving my mistress.  In general, I was expected to be nude, except for my cock cage, when serving Carol, but I was usually allowed to dress while serving guests, unless I was serving those guests in the bedroom. Occasionally, Carol would have small dinner parties for friends, and I’d be asked to serve her guests with elements of BDSM, for example, wearing only an apron. Once I was told to be nude fort a dinner party with two male and one female guests, but that was because Carol knew the party was just foreplay for bedroom activities.

Because of my history with Carol, it wasn’t completely unexpected when she told me I would be a servant at a party at the home of one of her friends, Deborah. A strict disciplinarian, Deborah was also active in the BDSM community. I had served the role of a servant for her friends in the past, although in that capacity I was always fully clothed and there were no elements of BDSM involved. This time, however, Carol explained that I would be asked to serve guests naked. I voiced some concern about exposing our sex life in public, but Carol said, “You have previously served most of the expected guests before while naked.” It was clear these were people who Carol has fucked in our home. Or people who had fucked me.

On the morning of the get-together, Carol gave me a set of instruction. First and foremost, she was loaning me to Deborah, and consequently I should do anything for her that I would do for her. Second, Deborah had her own set of rules for servants, and it was my responsibility to learn and follow the rules. Finally, I was to report at Deborah’s house at 5:00 to help prepare for the party, which was scheduled to begin at 8:00. 

Promptly at 5:00, I presented myself at Deborah’s doorstep. She answered the door in a robe and simply said, “You may come inside.”  I recognized Deborah as a lesbian who had fucked Carol several times, although I did not put the name to face until now. Once I crossed the threshold and before the door was even closed, she said, “You may take your clothes off.” I accepted what she really meant by “may” is “will.” I stripped my clothes off and stood in front of Deborah naked, holding my clothes in my arms. She told me to put my clothes on the floor and while the door was still open, she inspected me. The examination was physical, top to bottom. She finished by examining my cock cage. She was pleased I was already caged, “If you weren’t already secured, that would have been the first thing we would have taken care of.”

Deborah didn’t say anything else as she walked away. I assumed she wanted me to follow her, which I did after picking up my clothes. Deborah walked through the house, out the back door, and into the alley where her trash cans were located. Taking my clothes from me, she opened one of the cans and dropped them in, “You won’t be needing these anymore.” I am sure I had a perplexed look on my face. How was I going to get home without clothes? I followed Deborah back towards the house. Stopping in the middle of the grass-covered yard, she turned to me, “Slaves don’t have indoor toilet privileges. You will be expected to pee and poop here. I expect you to clean up any mess. There is a scoop in the shed.” It was clear Deborah didn’t keep her kink hidden in her home.

Once inside the house, Deborah gave me three pieces of paper that were stapled together. Printed on both sides of the pages were Deborah’s “House Slave Rules.” She told me to read and memorize the rules. I was going to sit down on a dining room chair when Deborah stopped me, “I didn’t tell you could put your dirty butt on my furniture.” I stood in the middle of the room and read the rules.

Rules for House Slaves

• They must follow the Mistress’ orders.
• They are not allowed to have sexual intercourse with other persons, only the Mistress has this right.
• An orgasm is reserved for the Mistress, the slave may only have an orgasm if the Mistress allows it.
• Special attention must be paid to one’s own personal hygiene, fingernails must be short, neat, and clean cut. The Mistress decides whether, where and how to shave.
• There is a fixed form of address, often also a special title for the Mistress. The slave must always be polite and may only speak when asked.
• There is a specific dress code outside the house.
• Only nudity is tolerated in the house or on the property.
• A chastity cage must be worn at all times.
• Sitting or lying on furniture is not allowed, This also applies to the bed.
• The slave is not allowed to moan under any circumstances.
• Masturbation or touching one’s own sexual organ is not allowed if no corresponding command has been given.
• Accept corporal punishment from the Mistress´s hands with humble gratitude as it is always justified and necessary, whether for Her pleasure and amusement or for your education.

There were also a list of tasks Deborah would expect me to undertake.

Tasks for House Slaves

• Housework.
• Acquiring, preparing, and serving food and drink.
• At a signal, such as the ringing of a bell, immediately appear on their knees in front of the Mistress.
• Having something stuck in the anus for at least 20 minutes every day.
• The slave will perform cunnilingus on the Mistress or her guests on demand.
• Slaves are expected to worship the Mistress’s anus on demand, but certainly not less than five minutes a day.
• All cum and piss in the house is to be swallowed.
• Slave’s holes shall be made available to the Mistress.

The list went on for several pages. I looked up to indicate that I had finished reading the rules and tasks. Deborah took the list from me and said, “You shall address me as Goddess.” I nodded in agreement. Unsatisfied with my response, she said, “If when I speak to you a response is expected, you will respond verbally.” “Yes, Goddess.” She walked out of the room, and I dutifully followed her. She led me to the bedroom and removed her robe. She was not wearing anything underneath. Leaning against a dresser and spreading her legs, I instinctively kneeled behind her and started licking her asshole. She had not yet bathed today, and the anus was dirty. She was apparently running a timer, and after what I assume was five minutes, she stepped away from me and left the room. 

Headed for the bathroom, she turned on the shower. I looked for a linen closet and took out a clean towel. Goddess stepped into the shower and I stood at the ready with her towel. When she stepped out it was clear that she expected me to rub her dry. I started with her back, arms, butt, and legs before stepping in front of her to dry her face, chest, and pussy. I took notice for the first time how large her breasts were, probably D-cups, and I noticed her pussy was trimmed and bikini-waxed but the hairwas still quite full. I could see the labia beneath the hair. She had long, dangling inner lips. Watching me as I performed the task, she noticed me ogling her pussy. When I finished drying her, I hung up the damp towel, and I helped her put her robe on. I followed her to the living room. 

She pointed to the middle of the room. I assumed she wanted me there and stood where she pointed. She commanded that I get on my hands and knees, and then I was told to put my face on the floor. She left the room for a few minutes. I remained in place, although the hardwood floors hurt my knees. When Goddess returned, she stood behind me and started a kind of interrogation. “Do you like pussy, slave.” “Yes, Goddess.” “What do you like to do with pussy, slave? I wanted to say I liked fucking pussy, but under the circumstances, I more prudently said, “I like to lick pussy, Goddess.” “Is that all?” “Yes, Goddess.” “You don’t like to gawk at my pussy?” I didn’t know what to say. If I said “no” would I be insulting her? On the other hand, I suppose I was being interrogated because I did indeed gawk. “Yes, Goddess.” She asked me another leading question, “Do you deserve my pussy?” “No, Goddess.” Then came the conclusion of our conversation, “No, you do not deserve my pussy. I am insulted that you were lusting after my pussy, and I intend to punish you. Do you deserve to be punished, pig?” “Yes, Goddess.”

I thought she was going to spank me or possibly strike me with a cane. Instead, she shoved a butt plug in my ass. I have had objects in my ass before, but usually there was some preparation. I don’t think my Goddess even used lube and it hurt like hell when she inserted the plug. I remembered the rule about moaning and remained silent, but my ass was on fire. Goddess explained, “This plug is not your punishment. It is a bookmark. Its purpose is to remind me and you that there will be a price paid for disrespecting my pussy. You may get up. I have some tasks for you.”

I stood erect and was led into the kitchen where I was assigned including making some vegetable plates and yogurt dip, chilling white wine and beer, and washing some dirty dishes. At one point I needed to pee. I found my Goddess in the back of the house and asked for permission to use the back yard. Having obtained permission, I went to the spot in the yard she had designated. I couldn’t stand and pee because of the cock cage, so I squatted and relieving myself before returning to my work in the kitchen. Goddess came into the kitchen about 7:00 and told me to tidy up and be prepared to greet guests as they arrived. I was to welcome them, take their coats, show them the living room, and ask them if there is anything you can get them to drink. “Yes, Goddess.”

At 7:50, I positioned myself at the front door to greet the arriving guests. I had never felt so naked. I had zero idea who would walk through the door. It was about fifteen minutes before the first guest arrived. I opened the door when the doorbell rang and stood naked in my chastity cage. A young couple stood on the porch. I did not recognize either of them. The man wore a sports jacket with a turtleneck underneath. The woman wore a white button-down blouse and a black leather skirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I delivered the script that my Goddess gave me. “Welcome to the party.  Please come inside.” The woman looked down at my cock cage and smiled as she passed me. Once inside, I introduced myself, “I will be your servant tonight. May I take your sweater?” I took the sweater from the woman and said, “Please follow me.” I led them into the living room. “Please have a seat. May I get you a drink?” They asked me what was available, and they selected wine. I returned with two glasses of Chardonnay. “Goddess Deborah will be with you shortly.” I excused myself and returned to my duties at the door.

In all, eleven people arrived, three men and eight women. I sort of recognized half of the guests. They all treated me the same way. None of them looked shocked when I greeted them naked in my chastity cage. They appeared to all be in on the joke.  Most of the guests had at some point flashed a smile when they spotted the cage. I was surprised Carol wasn’t among the guests. I suppose I really was loaned out. While serving the guests, I overheard many of them talking about various kinks, so they appeared to be in the BDSM business.

Goddess did not join the guests until the eleven had arrived. She greeted everyone and then she walked towards me. “All the guests have arrived. I have another task for you. Come with me.” She led me to the guest bathroom. Once there, Goddess asked me if I was still wearing my bookmark. I told her I was wearing the butt plug. She asked me to turn around and she bound my wrists behind my back with a pair of leather cuff. She then bent me over as the waist and abruptly pulled the plug out. I wanted to scream but I managed to maintain my composure. Stepping around to stand in front of me, she stuck the dirty plug in my mouth, “Suck this like it was your boyfriend’s prick.” She left me by myself for a few minutes. I stared into the mirror at the butt plug in my mouth and the cock cage around my genitals.

When Goddess returned, she was carrying some sort of mask, a gag. A tube-like mouthpiece was inserted and then a leather strap was buckled around my head to keep the tube in place. Another strap on the top of my head and a chin strap were also tightened. Goddess pointed to the corner of the bathroom. She wanted me to sit on the floor, but with my hands still cuffed behind my back, I struggled to do that. I eventually braced my back against the wall and slid down until I was a foot from the ground when I lost my purchase and plopped on my ass. Once in place, Goddess attached a funnel to the tube in my mouth. Goddess didn’t have to explain what her plans were for me, but she nonetheless said, “Your punishment for insulting my pussy will be to serve as an urinal for the remainder of my party. Your going to see plenty of pussies, and maybe a few dicks too, as they piss in your mouth.” She turned the lights out as she left, and I sat in the dark waiting for my first customer.

It didn’t take long for the lights to be turned on again. I kept my eyes lowered as I watched the person walk into the bathroom. It was a woman. She stood in front of me and took off the panties from beneath her skirt before straddling my chest, leaning her knees on my shoulders, before lifting her skirt. Positioning herself over the urinal, she peed and I swallowed. When she had finished, she dismounted me, wiped herself off with a piece of tissue, put her panties back on, and washed and dried her hands before opening the door, turning off the light, and leaving. I had never seen her face, only her pussy.

I sat in the dark thinking about what had just happened. I went through in my head what the women were wearing as I served them earlier to try to figure out who had urinated in my mouth, but I couldn’t remember. The lights came on again. A person came in wearing pants. I couldn’t tell at first if it was a man or a woman until took her pants and panties off to use me. Like the woman before she straddled my chest and put her knees on my shoulders, but without a skirt obstructing, I had a clear view of the woman’s vagina, which was clean shaven. She relieved herself in my mouth, dressed, and left after washing her hands.

No time passed before the third person came in. In fact, the person must have been waiting in the hallway. It was obvious from his walk that he was a man. He stepped up, straddled, my chest, unzipped his pants, pulled out a long and thick penis, and peed in my mouth. When he was finished, he shook his dick over the urinal before stowing it and zipping up his pants. He left without washing his hands.

My roll as a toilet seemed to go on for about two hours, during which time I serviced about a dozen people, everyone at the party. As I sat in the dark, I could hear some people saying their goodbyes. The light came on. I had another customer, a woman. Like the very first person, she was wearing a skirt. After removing her panties, she pissed in my mouth. I recognized the vagina. It was Carol. After she put her panties back on, she walked up to me again, removed the urinal gag, helped me to my feet, removed the restraints, and said, “Time to go home, Sweety. The party is over.”