A tinkling of knife against crystal took my attention from the feast I was busy devouring and directed it to the Mistress seated at the tables head, and in who's home we were being entertained. She rose as the table quieted and let us know about the games she had planned.

"You slaves might be interested to know that each of you has been kept in chastity for a similar amount of time by your respective owners." She began.

I glanced at my Mistress and she nodded yes with a faint smile.

"You have no doubt noticed while she was serving you that my sissy maid Tammy has become quite the beautiful little dish. What you might not know is that I've not only trained her to serve perfectly, but I've also trained her to be the perfect submissive sex partner. She is amazingly adept with her mouth and through much work her little sissy cunt has become a remarkably warm and inviting hole." She continued.

"My strap-on is a delightful tool, but I want her to experience a brutal gang rape, and that is where you slaves come in."

I glanced at the maid and saw a deep blush explode across her pretty face.

"You must however, each prove your worth before being allowed to violate my sissy. First, to ensure that you are ready, we are going to load each of you up with Viagra. After that, very slowly, each of you will be filled with a delightfully ice cold enema. The first one of you to scream for release will be granted it, but know that the first to seek release from the waters will also be the looser of the game. Do you all understand?" She asked.

At her glance we each nodded yes.

"Everyone but the looser will be given the opportunity, well, not just the opportunity, required to use my little sissy as a whore. I want her choking on cock, I want her little sissy cunt plowed by cock. Don't misunderstand, I don't want to see any gentleness, I want her violently violated, violently raped. Use your imaginations, loose your compassion. One thing though, know that we will all be watching. Any slave who can't get it up, any slave who can't fill her with cum will be castrated. Make sure your cocks work, do whatever you require to make it happen." She said.

"As for the looser of our little contest, you will have a very special reward. Following the rape you will lick every drop of cum off my sissy's body, eat every drop from inside her body. For now, enjoy your desert, we will get started soon enough." She concluded with a flourishing hand indicating the pie Tammy had set before each of us as the head Mistress talked.

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I hope that each and every one of you get to experience the myriad joys of life this holiday!

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Darling, let us play a game. It'll make watching the Seahawks today more exciting for us!

We'll build a big fire so that we can both watch naked.

Every time the Ravens have the ball you'll wear clamps on your nipples. When the Seahawks get it back, I'll remove them for you. The longer the drive, the greater your pain!

Every time the Ravens get a first down, I'll cane your ass, give you ten of the very best!

Every time the Seahawks get a first down, you'll get one too! I'll open my legs and let you worship with your lips. Extra points for you if I cum!

The first time the Ravens score, I'll plug your ass. Each additional touchdown will result in a larger plug for you. I wonder how high the score will go today?

If the Seahawks score I'll let you play with yourself while licking my body. You get two minutes per score, that's four with a touchdown and extra point. No cumming though, edging will be the watchword of the day.

If the Seahawks win I'll let you cum on my beautiful little feet and lick your mess clean.

If the Ravens win, I guess that your nasty slime will have to remain in your balls for another week. We can always play again next Sunday!

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Some time ago Maurice had dragged me into my bedroom where he forced me to strip. Once naked I was thrown onto my bed and roughly lashed into place. Maurice's bondage resulted in holding me face down on the bed, my arms and legs spread towards the four corners of that platform.

Maurice is an expert and it took him only moments to bind me. He did so wordlessly and quickly moved to leave but his words on departing spread a chill down my spine.

"You just lay there. Think about what you have done. I'll be back to punish you later." He said.

I'd been punished by many men through the years and they all seemed to relish it but Maurice delivered the worst punishments I'd ever experienced. I knew that he hated me. He hated the fact that I was with her. It was irrational jealousy but he would never get over it. He also hated my weakness. He held me in contempt for the weakness I displayed before her.

We owned countless instruments of torture but a plain thick leather belt was Maurice's favored implement for punishing me. I knew that later I would feel that belt; my ass would explode in pain as it slapped home, but my ass would not be all. I knew that Maurice would beat me from my shoulders to my ankles, sparing no part of my backside. His hatred for me would flow down his arm, through the belt, and emerge against my body as an overwhelming physical force. I knew that he would laugh at me as I suffered, I knew that it would take my bruised body days to recover, perhaps most importantly though, I knew that he didn't care how long it took, he cared only that I was punished horribly. She I knew felt the same.

Maurice had left, and I was here. As he had predicted, I was contemplating my crime.

To most people I suppose, I wouldn't seem a crime at all. Under this roof however, it was considered an extremely serious infraction. While shaving my beautiful wife's cleft I reached out and caressed its delicate folds with my finger.

Honestly my life revolves around her pussy. I desire it more than anything in the world, and she uses that desire as her means of control. I've been forever denied it but on this occasion I could not help myself. I gave it the briefest and gentlest of caresses while shaving it bare.

I am of course allowed to touch her cleft; she requires my help in shaving it, cleaning it, and ensuring its beauty. I am not however allowed to touch it, or any part of her body in a sensual or erotic way. That pleasure is for others. It is I know a very fine line and could be open to misunderstanding; forbidden touches are crimes of thought, crimes of intention. She was however correct. I did touch her in an erotic way and had intended to do so. Premeditation if you will.

That forbidden touch was three days ago. Tonight I am to be punished for it.

My wife, Marie, if you must know, and I started dating when we were both quite young, right out of high school in fact. She ruled me from the beginning. For the first five years we dated and enjoyed what I thought was an extremely exciting sexual relationship.

I doted upon her needs and desires, she learned to become ever more selfish and demanding. It was, for each of us, a perfect way to live and we quickly moved in together while still attending university.

Sexually, I thought we were perfectly in-sync and delightfully compatible. Like now, I was not allowed to touch her in a sexual manner, but I was permitted to watch her masturbate, granted permission to witness the glory of her orgasm. She didn't feel that my own sexual gratification was important or something that I should control, so I wore a chastity device most of the time. Occasionally however she would remove it and I would be permitted to masturbate while kissing and licking her delicate asshole. I must confess that I loved nothing more than kneeling behind her, placing my mouth upon that opening to her body, and looking up at her. She seemed to me to be a goddess.

When we finished university I asked the most important question of my life. Would she marry me?

She informed me that marriage would be much different than our lives so far. I was told that her selfishness would grow, her demands would grow, and that our sex life would undergo radical transformation. She made certain that I understood that my life would be one of service, suffering, and in large measure humiliation.

I told her that I desired whatever life she chose for us. I assured her that I could handle any desire she had. I begged her to marry me.

To be continued...

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I'm sitting alone. I've been left here, in this small and dark room to contemplate. I am to reflect upon my past and thereby prepare myself for my future. That future will begin later tonight, following the sacred ceremony that is soon to begin.

I'm in an outer chamber to the temple; a portal that all who seek to serve, as I do, must pass through on their journey. Thinking about the momentous step I'm about to take has, I think, distorted my perception of time. I'm not certain if minutes have passed, or hours. All I can truly be certain of is the blank paper and pen on the desk before me. As I reflect upon my past and dream about my future I am to write. I am to tell the story of me.

I arrived at the outer doors of the temple exactly at 5:00pm, as I had been directed. The door was opened to me by nothing less than a Goddess of beauty, soft skin and lace. As I entered the foyer my eyes caressed her beauty. High heels, Cuban style stockings held up by a lacy garter belt, and matching panties, a complete outfit that revealed much yet promised more.

"Follow me." She commanded as she turned to lead the way up a wide staircase.

Starting up the stairs, following her lead, I noticed another Goddess standing at their head. I could see that she wore matching heels upon her feet but those heels were her only adornment. She was gloriously nude.

When I reached the top of the staircase the nude Goddess opened a small door to her left. Following her lead we all entered the small room where I now sit.

"Are you ready to dedicate your life to the sacred feminine?" I was asked.

"Yes Goddess." I replied.

"Do you renounce your masculinity, understanding it to be wholly inferior to femininity?" The second question I heard.

"Yes Goddess." I replied.

"Do you agree that you must lead a life of suffering, that suffering is your destiny as a male?" The questions continued.

"Yes Goddess." I affirmed.

"Is the step you are about to take of your own free will?" I was asked.

"Yes Goddess." I answered once again.

"Then strip. Remove your clothing as the very first step down this path." The nude Goddess commanded. "You will begin this journey with no adornment whatsoever."

As ordered I slowly stripped, placing my things with care on a small table beside the door. I remained under watchful eyes as I removed the ring from my finger and the delicate gold chain from around my neck. My watch was next, and then I began removing my clothes. My blouse was first, followed by my bra. I removed my shoes, pantyhose, and finally my skirt. My thong panty was quite beautiful, but as always embarrassing to me. I hated the way its delicate material was stretched by my worthless dick and balls. I longed for a body that was smooth and sleek, instead I possessed an unsightly bulge that distorted my beautiful lingerie. Embarrassed at my state, I removed the panty. I stood before the beautiful Goddesses, my cock rock hard and pointing at them, dripping because of the lust they brought forth within me.

I was ashamed, I knew that the physical display of my lust was disgraceful and degrading, an insult to the Goddesses.

The Goddess in stockings and panty bent over to touch my legs, running her hands over them from my calves to my ass. As she stood her hands caressed my balls and worked their way up to my chest where they lightly pinched my nipples.

"Perfectly smooth and well shaven." She said to the other Goddess.

The nude Goddess pointed to a small desk and chair. "You will sit, contemplate your life. Write it for us. Write us your story, your past, your present, your dreamed of future. When you are done we will read it. If we find it worthy, you will be allowed to continue this journey."

I moved toward the desk and pulled out the chair. When I truly saw it, the chair startled me. From across the room it had looked like any standard wooden desk chair, now that it was pulled out I noticed that it was anything but standard. On the seat was affixed a huge wooden dildo. Massive in girth and quite long, it became obvious that sitting in this chair would be an exercise in violation for any victim.

"I said you will sit!" Barked the nude Goddess, obviously irritated by my slight hesitation.

I gingerly moved my body into place, pulling the chair into the desk as I hovered over the hard dildo. Gently I placed my body's opening at its tip and slowly lowered myself, trying to accept the inevitable penetration.

"Sit!" The nude Goddess yelled while grasping my shoulders and shoving me downward with all her might. I must confess that I screamed at the violation as my body was forced to accept the hard dildo. Screamed in agony and fear. The pain hasn't gone away as I've sat here but after a few moments I was able to slowly begin to accept it.

The Goddesses lit a single candle on the desk and reminded me of my task. They then turned out the lights. Preparations complete they stood beside me at the desk. I had thought that they were ready to leave me, but it seemed that more was in store.

The nude Goddess placed a foot on the chair beside me, an act that opened her legs and allowed me to have a complete and stunning view of her body's holy temple. Its lips were open, glistening with moisture, seeming to call out to be caressed and pleasured.

"Look at what you will never possess." The stocking and pantied Goddess said. "Devour with your eyes that which you will forever desire, that which will forever control your miserable existence."

While speaking the Goddess moved to her nude partner. They embraced and I watched as she penetrated that open temple of womanhood with her long, slender finger. It disappeared, and I heard the nude Goddess sigh in pleasure. They parted and the finger was rubbed across my upper lip, below my nose.

"May the scent of femininity fuel your writing." The Goddess said.

Silently they both left the room, I've been here since, contemplating the blank paper and pen before me.

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