Fiction by Mistress Milliscent

Heaven. I was in heaven. Lying on my back, my big comfortable bed under me, my beautiful and powerful Goddess had just sat down upon my face. Selfish and cruel, compassionate and caring, she remains always everything to me. I inhaled her scent deeply as I waited for her inevitable command. The scent of her cunt, light but wild, perfectly unique to her, I know it well. The aroma of her sweat adding it’s own character on what had been a very hot day. I was patient as I drank her through my nose, patient and careful for I knew that she would be displeased if she felt my tongue or my lips upon her body before her command was given.

I learned a long time ago just how important it is to avoid displeasing her, for her punishment is swift and brutal without fail. I was still beaten quite regularly as part of my ongoing discipline, as a reminder of her power over me and my status as a woman’s property; as her property. It might seem fantastical to some in this modern age that an American born male can be little more than a lady’s chattel, nevertheless it is true. I am many things to her, her property, her husband, her slave, perhaps closest to the truth I am her abused househusband, an inferior male who is allowed in her divine presence only to make her life more joyous and rewarding.

Some may believe that I must be unhappy in my position, but nothing could be further from the truth. I find freedom in slavery; joy in working for her; profound fulfillment in her tortures. I learned about my place as her inferior, about my own submissive inner self, my deepest needs and desires at the end of her whip. While crying out, while being beaten black and blue, this is when fundamental truths were revealed to me. Truths about my need for pain, degradation, servitude. Truths about her need for sadism, authority, command.

I reflected upon all of these things as I continued inhaling her intoxicating scent, my own desire and anticipation of what was to come growing with every second. The level of my passion for her quickly becoming unbearable.

“I am your Goddess, degrade yourself before me, worship my ass.” Her command finally came.

Gently, so as to not earn her displeasure, but eagerly due to my now raging desire and lust, I opened my lips and began caressing her beautiful, tight and firm ass with my tongue. My taste buds gently flicking upon her tiniest and most private of holes; all my desires had come true. I would be so easy to become overwhelmed with wild desire, to abandon myself to passion, but I could not for I must use great care when being given the extreme honor of licking her divine ass. Her ass is to remain forever sacred to all who love and worship her, to be always pleasured, never penetrated. Care must be taken to ensure that it is gently and lovingly caressed, never roughly abused.

Great care must also be taken to ensure that my tongue and lips do not stray too far from her ass, too close to her majestic cunt. The cunt that shall always remain the object of my denied lusts, my unrequited desires. Deep down I know that I am controlled by her cunt, that my overwhelming passion for it lays at the root of my abject slavery.

While forever serving as the focal point of her power over me her cunt is also absolutely forbidden to me. I may not penetrate it, I may not touch it. My lips, my tongue, these cannot caress it. This seat of her physical pleasure is wholly reserved for her lovers, for the men who are allowed to give her orgasm, to help her achieve her sexual fulfillment. I as her husband am to remain forever denied these opportunities. I am however witness to her orgasm, witness to the joys she feels in her lovers arms, the pleasure she finds in their careful ministrations to her divine body and I find my own joy, my own fulfillment in her sexual pleasures.

Gently, carefully, exactly as I had been trained, my worship of the goddess continued. I opened my eyes and gazed upon her profound beauty. The cleft of her ass viewed from my unique perspective under it, the gentle swell of her hips, the fragility of her tiny waist offsetting her strong shoulders. Her long, elegant neck, a perfect female form crowned with wavy golden brown hair.

I reflected how years ago I would be allowed to masturbate while worshiping her ass, allowed to pleasure myself as my tongue explored the baby soft and minuscule folds of skin immediately surrounding her precious hole. Such base male pleasures were no more, done away with in her household.

Years ago I was allowed the rare sexual release through masturbation under her strict supervision. Every six weeks or thereabouts my cock would throb and my cum would flow for her. Never again for after some time living under this blissful arrangement she declared that the male orgasm was to be eliminated. That I had experienced my last orgasm, and that I would spend the rest of my days in denial. While the suffering for me is great, virtually unbearable, I am glad of her decision, fulfilled by it as I seek always to have my subjugation to her taken deeper.

Again as my lips gently worshiped her delightful ass my thoughts sprang back to her beautiful cunt. To the protective outer lips which I will never be allowed to caress open, to the delicate and soft inner lips which I will never be allowed to tongue or touch in any way. To her small clit, the focus of her pleasure hidden and graced below its shapely hood, a clit pleasured by so many tongues through the years, never by mine, never allowed to her husband. To the canal itself; what mysteries this opening into her gorgeous body must hold.

If only once I could taste it, could have its sweet nectar upon my lips. Alas, such dreams can never be. I am her husband; her perfect cunt must remain always forbidden to me.

Her ass is my reward, my sustenance, the fulfillment of my desire. So close to her cunt, the domain of others.

“Good boy, that’s enough now.” She said as she raised herself off of me, took her ass, my temple, away from my adoring lips, away from my body, a body aching with need.

“You served me well today, I’m going to bed now but before I chain you down I’ll go make you a nice warm glass of my piss, it’ll remind you of me during the long night ahead.”

Heaven. I was in heaven.