The shower gel she squirted into my hand smelt divine; woody and musky with some citrus high notes. It was meditative, massaging the gorgeously scented foam into her soft skin. With the hormones from my orgasm still filling my body and all my senses alight, washing my Goddess felt like the purest form of worship. I lost all concept of time as I covered each inch of her body, devoting all my attention to the task. All too soon I was finished and she stepped back under the torrent of water from the shower, rinsing herself off. She then gave me a much more functional scrub and though I ached to have her hand inside me again, she spent as little time as possible near my pussy, just making sure I was clean from my own fluids earlier.
She wrapped a huge bath sheet around my shoulders, and dressed herself before guiding me to the bar. She passed two large glasses of water to me, placing one in each hand.
“Drink. We need to keep you hydrated, little red,” she smirked at me.
I blushed. She sat on a bench seat by the wall, and dropped a cushion onto the floor between her legs, eyebrow arched. I was somewhat successful at suppressing a grin, and plonked down onto the cushion facing out at the room. Friends and acquaintances came over to speak to us in drips and drabs and the whole time we sat there Goddess’s hands were in my hair. Tracing circles on my scalp with her nails, gently pulling handfuls on hair at the roots, and massaging my temples with well practiced thumbs. I tried to keep up with the conversations but the sensations on my scalp made me want to do nothing more so than melt into my Goddess and sleep.
Seemingly reading my thoughts, she suddenly got to get feet “Finish that, we’re going upstairs now,”
I obeyed, downing the rest of my water, but as I stood, the corner of the towel caught on something, tugging it from under my arms and leaving it falling in a heap on the floor. A few smattered giggles broke out from those around the bar who had seen my clumsiness. Nakedness wasn’t rare in the bar but it was usually deliberate. Cheeks burning, I bent to retrieve my towel, in time to see my Goddess move the toe of her shoe off the corner of the towel. She’d done it deliberately?! I jumped as a stinging smack landed on my ass.
“Well that was fun. You look so cute when you blush,” she cooed as she took my hand to lead me upstairs. I obediently followed, eyes downcast, cheeks burning, and incredibly turned on.
“In case you hadn’t guessed yet, the theme of today is exhibitionism” she said as we entered a small dungeon with bars lining one wall, past which a main corridor ran. “Sit,” she pointed to the floor in the corner of the room and I obliged, watching as she rearranged the furniture in the room so that the at Andrew’s cross was centred in front of the bars, about 3 feet away from them.
I had never been tied to a st Andrew’s cross and had always wanted to; which of course Goddess knew as I’d told her last week, just as I’d told her about my humiliation kink, and watersports and every other perverted thought that passes through my mind. She’d clearly created the whole evening to fulfill as many of my fantasies and kinks as possible. No one had ever put so much work into making me happy before, and I felt a rush of something else alongside the lust.
My reverie was broken when suddenly my Goddess was in front of me, offering me a hand up.
“I’ve been very generous tonight,” she said as she walked backwards, guiding me to follow with both hands, “and I let you cum first,” she stepped up a dais, “now’s your opportunity to say thank you,” as she pushed my shoulders down, forcing me to kneel before her, standing in front of a throne I’d not paid attention to as I’d been so focused on the cross.
“Anything Goddess,” I breathed, meeting her eyes directly for the first time.
“You have five minutes to make me cum'” she grinned as she sat back in her throne and tossed one leg over each arm to reveal that she’d clearly not put her underwear back on.
“Thank you Goddess,” I bent forward, her intoxicating scent filling my nostrils as I pushed my tongue between her lips.
“Mmmmm, good girl,” her hands were back in my hair pushing my mouth further into her.
I plunged onwards running my tongue up and down, swirling around her clit on each pass her hands setting the momentum as she fucked my face.
“Put your fingers in my pussy now,
Yes, oh good girl,
You know what you’re doing with those don’t you?
I think there’s room for one more.
Mmmm little red, that feels so good.
Suck my clit,”
My Goddess bucked on my hand, nails scoring my back as I followed her instruction. My desire for her enveloping me with every word she said. Before long her bucking became jerkier, and her breathing more ragged. I felt her cum with her muscles rhythmically crushing my hand inside her. Gently I slid my fingers out of her, and looked up at her radiant face.
“Well done little red, you beat the timer,” she pulled my chin up and kissed me deeply. Her hand gently constricting where it lay on my throat. Still kissing me, she stood us both up, and manoeuvred me backwards until my back made contact with the cross. The shiver that shot down my back was not from the cool metal. “Now for your reward,” Her mouth moved from mine to my neck and she carried on kissing as she turned me to face the cross and by extension the (rather full) corridor.
My cheeks flushed again, burning hot seeing so many eyes resting on my naked body. Watching me be strapped to a cross. Goddess finished securing me, and retreated, leaving the room and locking it behind her. What?! Was she leaving me there? That didn’t seem like much of a reward. I fixed my eyes to a point on the floor in front of me, not wanting to engage with these people that just watched me get tied up and locked in a room. One of them reached through the bars to grab my breast but I was just out of reach. A second hand was staining to reach me when the door behind me re-opened and I heard her footsteps come in behind me. She didn’t speak, but I heard a zipper then a rummaging before her footsteps converted the remaining ground between us.
“Had to get some bits from the locker, sorry darling,” she whispered into my ear humourously. “Did you enjoy the view when I was gone?” This was directed at the crowd, in a way that made me feel two inches tall and very, very, hot.
The first blow fell between my shoulder blades, with the second, third, and fourth in quick succession. She was flogging me with a beautiful rhythmic Florentine. It didn’t hurt so much as warm the skin, a massage of blows that stilled my thoughts. My breath came in soft moans as the heat in my back built.
After an age the blows paused briefly, and when they resumed they were heavier with a sting that hadn’t been there before. My mind came back to me just long enough to register the change in implement, before the sensation overtook me again. The heat turned to burning, each blow painting a strip of fire into my skin.
“Lights,” my Goddess whispered pop in my ear
“Mmmm,” my brain was struggling to process what was needed from it.
She stepped beside me and grasped my chin, turning my face to meet her eyes. “Lights,” she repeated firmly.
Finally I realised there would be no more until I managed to respond and croaked out a “green,”
She grinned down at me “oh I knew I liked you, more it is then,”
More rummaging in the bag and she returned holding a cane. Her eyes searched mine for a reaction, and was clearly satisfied as she took up position to the side of me and landed the first blow across my ass. I sucked in air at the shock of it and felt the welt forming already as she skimmed her hand across soothing me before landing the second blow just below the first.
Four blows fell in turn with her hand soothing my skin between each. I was panting, living entirely inside myself, with no thoughts but the sensation on my ass as the final blow came down across the other welts. Then suddenly her arms were wrapped around me, her mouth on my neck.
“Good girl, I’m so proud of you, my little red,” my Goddess whispered into my ear as she reached around to untie my bound limbs from the cross. She held me and kissed me, tenderness and need in equal measure. I returned the kiss with passion and need, the adrenaline from the beating making me desperate for release.
My mind still foggy, She pulled a strap on over my aching ass and lay me down on the cold concrete floor. She pushed a bullet vibrator under my cock to nestle against my clit and mounted me. Her weight on my hips pushed my welts into the rough floor and the vibrator into my clit. The combination of pleasure and pain flowing through me in waves.
Our hands intertwined as she rode me, grinding her hips against me. I caught her nipple in my mouth eliciting a moan from her. Her grinding grew faster and our moans louder. I came first, the sight of her on top of me holding my arms down paired with the pressure on my clit and pain from my ass sending me into spasms of pleasure. She didn’t let up her tempo as I bucked underneath her, and came herself.
She rolled off me, turning the bullet off and held me to her chest.
“Did you have fun little red?”
I couldn’t manage any words but I think the blissed look on my face told her everything she needed to know.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hyab66/goddess_part_3_bdsmlesdomimpact