“You’re very welcome pet.” Goddess Selena smiled warmly. Her pet, that was a nice thought. “Now, while you are in my home, there are standards I expect you to meet. I will give you your responsibilities and chores shortly, though if I call you at any time, you will drop what you are doing and see to what I want before returning to what you were doing. I’m not a patient woman.”
“Understood Goddess.”
“You will be locked in high heels for your duration here, and although I’ve just collared you with that collar, I want you to wear a different one here this weekend. When you leave on Sunday, you’ll place the one you’re wearing now back on.” Selena handed me a pair of high heels. They looked lovely, though the heel on them was far bigger than anything I’d worn before. She secured them on my feet with the straps and then added a padlock to ensure I couldn’t remove them. Next, she handed me over the steel device. Four stainless steel rings connected by a metal bar to fit around my neck. One side of the rings opened to allow it to fit around the neck and I had to keep my head held up for it to fit in place. There was a bar that fitted to the back of the collar which attached to a steel belt that went around my waist. The belt had two plugs fitted, one for each hole and I sighed as the cold steel devices entered both my holes. The bar also had cuffs attached at the back, though my hands were kept free for now. The whole device felt uncomfortable, but it forced me to keep my neck and posture correct. That in line with the high heels was going to make walking difficult and hard work.
“Put your arms behind your back and walk to the end of the hall and back,” Selena instructed and I heard her giggle as I tentatively placed one foot in front of the other. Even going slowly, it was incredibly difficult and I paused to steady myself every time I wobbled. The high heels were going to be painful and difficult to walk in as I grew used to them, but the posture collar made it harder. I couldn’t really look down at my legs, I just had to focus so that I was walking correctly and keep facing ahead. Often I removed my arms from behind my back to regain balance, and thankfully Selena just giggled at that.
“Good. It will take you some time, but you’ll eventually be comfortable in both of those. Now whilst you’re here with me, I need to know you’re committed to obeying me. You are here for me, to serve, amuse, and pleasure me. Nothing else should matter, but that. Is that understood?”
“Yes Goddess,” I answered, fully prepared to give this weekend my all. I knew Selena would demand my full attention, she was my Goddess, and now she had collared me, I wanted to make her realise that it was a good choice.
The first job of the evening was to cook dinner for Selena. Phil had left instructions on a piece of paper in the kitchen. There was some marinated chicken in the fridge which needed to be steam cooked along with vegetables and rice. Since all of it was cooked in a separate steam oven, it was relatively easy to make. It didn’t take long to cook and I served it up on the plate along with a glass of red wine. The hardest part was actually getting the food to Selena. I held the tray with two hands and slowly walked, concentrating on every step in the high heels ensuring that I didn’t spill or drop anything. Selena watched me with an amused smile on her face as I brought the tray into the dining room and slowly lowered it before serving Selena the plate of food and her glass of wine.
“Kneel,” Selena ordered. I placed the tray on the table and got down onto my knees besides where she sat. As she ate, she explained what was expected of me over the weekend. I would cook all her meals, do all the dishes, clean, do the laundry, and clean the toys in her dungeon in the annexe once it had been in use. Whenever I served her food, I would kneel and wait by her side until the dishes were ready to clean. I was also to wake her up gently by worshipping her feet every morning. Tomorrow, she was expecting friends round for a little party, and I would be serving them all that night as well.
Once Selena had finished eating, I took the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher, then turned it on. Once it was set on, I returned to Selena in the living room. She had me get on all fours just in front of where she sat on the sofa, and she rested her feet on me. It was uncomfortable, but I wasn’t ever going to moan about it. I was being of service to Selena, satisfying her, and that was more than enough satisfaction for myself. She remained quiet as she watched the television, and I let my mind wander. Four weeks ago I would have called anyone who had an interest in this lifestyle a dirty pervert. Now, I knew just how prudish my opinions were. There was a great deal to this lifestyle, so much so that I was beginning to crave it more and more, I wasn’t sure I could live with the mundane nine to five and vanilla sex only from now on. It was satisfying to serve Selena, just knowing that I was making her happy or being of use to her, made me happy. Then there was the arousal, being reduced down to an object, just a foot stall for Selena to use whilst she watches the television, ignoring me, that made me very wet indeed.
“What do we have here?” Selena asked with a smirk as she rubbed her boots in between my legs. She brought her foot round to near my face and told me to lick my juices off of them. The taste of my arousal was clear on the boots, and I eagerly licked them clean. Once I had cleaned her boots to a satisfactory standard, she had me go on my knees and remove the boots and her socks. Selena rested one foot on my shoulder and had me hold the other foot in my hand as I worshipped it. Attentively, I gently licked in between her toes, making sure to worship every part of her foot. Not long ago this would have been something I would have been disgusted to even think about doing, I found now that I enjoyed doing worshipping her feet, especially when Selena spurred me on with compliments of my work.
“Good pet,” Selena mentioned a little while later. I had no idea how much time had passed, only that my tongue ached a little, and I had almost lost myself in my contented frame of mind. In the zone, happy to please. “Follow me upstairs.”
Selena had a very large bedroom, the main stand out feature was her large four-poster bed. Its ornate decorations on each pillar looked fantastic, though what made it stand out was the features it held. On the foot of the bed, in between the two pillars was what looked like a set of medieval stocks built into the frame. Under the mattress was a floor cage, barely tall enough for me to be on all fours under. Selena informed me that was where I was sleeping this weekend. On the opposite wall to the bed was a very large mirror.
I was instructed to climb up onto the bed and to place my head in the stocks as Serena lifted the top half of them. When my neck and wrists were rested on the right parts of the stocks, Selena brought down the top half and locked it in place so that I was trapped. Looking up, I could see my reflection in the mirror, naked, on my knees and locked in the stocks, it was a hot sight. A sight that improved massively when Selena positioned herself behind me. She spread my legs and tied each of my ankles to the opposite corners of the bed. I shivered as she traced a finger across my clit, of course I was already dripping wet.
Selena then made her way to face me once again. In her hands was a metallic device which she informed me was a ring gag. It was quite large and I had to slightly stretch my jaw more than normal to fit it in before Selena strapped it on securely. I looked up at her, noticing just how innocent my facial expression was in the mirror and she cupped my cheek in her hand, kissing me on the forehead.
“As always pet, if it gets too much, let me know. Wave your hands and I’ll stop.” Selena’s voice was soft and I nodded my head to show I understood. Selena then attached nipple clamps to my nipples and secured the clamps to the stocks. She walked behind me, and in the mirror, I saw her grab a vibrator wand. When she turned it on, the vibrations filled the room and I moaned in anticipation as she moved it towards my pussy. Using duct tape, she secured the vibrator wand to the inside of my thigh so that it was only slightly touching my clit. Then Selena began spanking me, tamely at first, then working up with how hard she was hitting. The vibrations of the wand were only light on my clit too, but that mixed with the attention from Selena and the nipple clamps were enough to get me in the right headspace. I could feel myself drop into my happy place, my subspace. It was kind of like a floaty sensation where everything was right in the world and nothing else mattered.
Slowly, Selena increased the intensity of the wand and changed from using her hand to spank me to using a flogger. The flogger was more of a ‘thuddy’ sensation as opposed to the stingy sensation of her spanking. My breathing grew heavier as the wand worked its magic. I felt everything, the light swinging of the clamps on my nipples, the wand in between my legs, every lash of the flogger and my own drool dripping down my chin. Looking up, I caught my reflection and found myself fall deeper. This was who I am, this was me at my best. An object to please others, and although some would find the idea demeaning, I loved who I was, more so now than I had ever done before.
I felt myself grow closer to climax and I began attempting to hump the wand. Selena smirked at my attempts and turned the strength down causing me to moan with frustration into my gag. Her sadistic laugh both chilled and aroused me. There was something about not being in control of my own orgasms which turned me on so much. Selena then held up something to show me in the mirror, though I couldn’t make out what it was. I found out it was a clamp as she attached it to my pussy lips, though it was heavy, something weighed it down pulling on my pussy lips so that they were touching the sides of the wand.