Part 1
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Part 2
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Part 3
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[brainwashing] [hypnosis] [24/7] [femdom] [gentle femdom] [slave] [cuckolding]
Your life has changed so much since She took you. Your Goddess Hannah, your reason to live, the source of the Voice that carries you through every day, moment to moment lighting your spirit on fire to make yourself a better slave to Her power.
The days in which She was just your roommate – gorgeous, mysterious, utterly untouchable – are too far away to really remember. How did you exist before Her? How did you have feelings that didn’t involve providing for Her happiness, serving at Her whim? She is still untouchable except by clear command, but at least you know when She wants you. She wants you – that miraculous notion feeds you, whether you’re washing her clothes or making Her come with your mouth – She wants you, cares enough about your pathetic life to organize and order it, and you are made more whole by Her ownership.
Maybe you knew you always needed this; Maybe you were deep in denial. But handing yourself over to Her feels so right – She reminds you of that at your nightly prayers, when you kneel by Her bed and She cups your face in Her hands and her voice is low and throbbing.
You need this, puppy. You need Me, My darling slave. My little slut, just waiting for Me to open you up.
It is a struggle for you to keep your eyes on Hers. They are so bright, so focused, green and gold and overwhelming. She can see everything inside your head, you have no doubt – She knows you. She looks at you, every last scrap of you, and that is terrifying and miraculous.
Every night She cups your face and pins you with Her eyes and tells you what a useful toy you are. No matter how challenging the day was – the first time she made you wear a butt plug and panties while at work in a zoom meeting, the 20th day locked in chastity – this is your favorite part, when Her attention is all yours. When She sees all your needs and faults and chooses you, anyway.
You’re mine now, and you never need to think about anything else. I am your world, and you are My slave. You were made to worship Me and nothing else matters. You were made to serve Me and nothing else matters. Your pleasure is Mine, whether to give it or withhold it. I choose if you receive pain. Pain and pleasure are the same to you – I decide what you deserve. My toy. My pathetic, weak little slave. It feels better this way, doesn’t it?
She doesn’t wait for a response; you aren’t allowed to do anything but let Her power wash over and through you. You need this. Your body is limp and slack but somehow animated by Her words. All you know, all that’s absolutely certain through the blissful fog of your brain, is that you exist to serve Her.
Then Her hands fall away and She tells you to kneel with your forehead on the floor and recite your prayers.
Worm’s Creed
I submit myself to Goddess Hannah.
I offer my mind to Her Exultation.
I offer my heart to Her Passion.
I offer her my body to Her Pleasure.
Whatever Goddess needs – I will provide.
Whatever Goddess wants – I will fulfill.
I am a worm at the feet of Her Power and Glory.
My only use is in Her Divine service.
You’ve said those words so many times by now that they fall in a familiar pattern, but they aren’t boring or rote to you. They still feel fresh against your tongue, that submission to Her power still as heartfelt and humble as the very first time She quirked Her smile at you and told you to kneel. Your knees moved of their own accord, without your intentional thought, like your body was surrendering, unspoken, to Her desires. Like your body knew Her power before you did.
Hail Goddess
Hail Goddess, Queen of Cum and Mother of Orgasms, hear my plea.
I deserve nothing of Your Glory.
I beg Your Mercy for the tragedy of my existence.
I writhe with sorrow to offend Your Most Holy Being with my presence.
My cock is a mistake.
My body should only be used to serve You.
I do not deserve pleasure, and yet Goddess Hannah is the greatest Pleasure of all.
In Your Name I pray
When you’ve said your prayers She gives you permission to kiss her feet, toes to ankles, and any chance to touch Her skin is such a blessing it wells up in your chest as your lips try to express your gratitude against Her toes and the curve of Her foot’s arch. That She should gift you the soft touch of Her skin – your heart pounds when She allows this, just as your heart pounds when She deigns to touch you, the intimacy of Her hands snapping shut the clasp of your chastity cage or spreading lube over the shy knot of your asshole. It’s a belly-tightening mix of shame and joy all at once – knowing how terribly unworthy you are and still begging for what you don’t deserve.
When she’s had enough of foot worship you’re sent to bed – a large dog pillow at the foot of Her bed, now that your old bedroom is Her office. Sometimes after a rough session – after you’ve cried into Her lap, your ass covered in welts – She locks your wrists in cuffs and chains you to the leg of the bed. To keep you from dropping too far away, She says, and tucks you in snugly. No matter how far you drop, She whispers, you’ll always be Mine. I am your Goddess. You can leave whenever you want, but you can never escape Me.
Usually you’re left unrestrained to get up early and prepare for the day before your Goddess wakes up. She has strict rules for Her morning green tea (loose leaf only, filtered water, 185F degrees, steeped three minutes) and Her meals, and you know them all as well as you know your nightly prayers. The tea must be made 10 minutes before you wake Her, turning the speakers to the right volume for whatever piece of classical music She’s chosen for today.
She demands silence from you most of the time but always in the mornings. Before work you’re allowed to drink a cup of coffee while you sit on the floor against Her chair. Sometimes, as She reads a book or browses her phone, piano and cello still in the background, She reaches down to pet your head and run Her fingers through your hair, and that same enormous feeling of fierce devotion and gratitude fills your chest. You kiss her fingers but you dare not break the silence to thank Her. She knows. You need this gift, this Goddess, and here She is. Choosing you. Surely that is proof of Heaven.
When it’s time to log on you do your work in the living room now, not deserving your own room as a slave. Goddess Hannah moved her computer and recording equipment into what used to be your room – even though your money is Her money now, She always deserves more. It’s not jealousy you feel when you hear Her hypnotizing and controlling men from what used to be your room – it’s desire to share in that part of Her life, too. To eat Her pussy while she’s describing how She’ll train a new sissy sub to be a Priestess in Her Temple. To be under Her feet while She mocks and degrades losers for their tiny cocks. She is capable of such warmth and such terrifying cruelty, too.
You were so green when She took over your mind and soul. You didn’t know anything – about BDSM, about yourself – but She taught and molded you so carefully. She showed you how pain could be service, could be transcendent, how to breathe through the tight recoil of the body and lean into pain, accept and embrace it, until you began to beg Her for more. Her hand against your ass used to be frightening but now the sharp slaps and the burning flush aren’t enough. You want to take more pain for Her. You want to feel the whip explode across your skin, cause you to see fireworks behind your eyes. You can tell by the way Her eyes gleam and Her smile spreads wide that this was Her goal all along – unlocking the pervert you’re hiding inside. Showing him it’s safe to come out and open up.
You opened up. You couldn’t resist Her power, even when she gave you clear opportunities to leave. You never even considered leaving your Goddess. How could you live without that voice? Those eyes pinning you every night? Slowly but surely She trained you in every way She wanted – every way you wanted.
Before very long you only felt right with a plug or a toy in your ass, a constant reminder of how She had changed you and shaped you. You learned to deepthroat a dildo without gagging and how lightheaded and rock hard it made you to be mercilessly facefucked by a strap-on. Goddess Hannah made special note of that and liked to facefuck you at least once a week, now, just to see you dazed and desperate with drool dripping off your chin. She said it made Her especially wet to see you so helpless and used – so She takes turns fucking your face and smothering it, using your nose and lips and chin to grind Her pussy and make Herself cum. Then She drags you back to the strapon and pushes your head down with both hands as Her hips buck up with aftershocks from Her orgasm.
It’s the weekends when She uses you most intensely; you spend the week grateful for your domestic chores and counting down the days until She devises some new torment for you. If She wants to do a vanilla activity you’re guaranteed to hike or go to a music festival with lingerie and/or a cock cage under your civvies. Making you wear this secret barely hidden in public drives Her wild; She flirts with her mouth close to your neck and sneaks a handful of your cock cage where no one else can see. She treats you like a boyfriend all day so She can take you home and treat you like the misfit toy you are.
However misfit you are, you’re allowed to speak after dinner, after you’ve cleaned up the kitchen and done any other necessary chores, before your evening time to read and journal. Every day you have the chance to bring a need or feeling to your Goddess, groveling on the ground before Her feet. Sometimes you need new clothes. Sometimes you’re struggling with a new level of training and need reassurance. Sometimes She takes pity on you and allows an accommodation. Sometimes She just adds another challenge – five extra lashes, another prayer to memorize, a bigger dildo, an extra week in chastity – to make you rise to the occasion.
Every week she takes you deeper into desires you never would have imagined for yourself. She points out that your cock is utterly insufficient to please Her and she’d never touch something that pathetic – and you beg to help Her find a real man who can satisfy Her fully. It’s not long after that you get to experience the enormous delight of being tied up on the floor beside the bed where your Goddess is being fucked with Her legs behind Her head, growling at the bull that She’s going to cum on his cock and he better not stop fucking Her just like that. The way She moans makes you wish you could rub your cock – but even if you weren’t locked and tied you wouldn’t dare break one of Her cardinal rules. Not when She let you share in this Sacrament, the holiness of watching your Goddess get the cock She deserves.
After She’s cum a half dozen times or so – the bull ate Her pussy thoroughly to start and you did, briefly, wish it was you making Her squirt on your face – She growls again and pulls his hips more tightly to Hers and grips the back of his neck and make him look in Her eyes and even from the floor you know exactly what She’s doing. Their foreheads touch and She holds him like a kitten, in total control even if he’s on top, Her low voice just barely audible.
Going to fill me up now, baby, I need your cum and you’re going to give it to me. Give it to me, give it to me, don’t stop, that’s right, right, fuck, fill me – it’s mine – your cum is mine – give it – oh FUCK –
She starts to cum again and the bull, ready or not, can’t resist the way She pulses and writhes and his groan – almost in pain, so desperate – makes your locked cock try a feeble pulse against the cage. It’s a sound Goddess Hannah particularly enjoys eliciting from men. Uncomfortable pleasure.
He tries to move after he’s filled Her up but She orders him to stay in place, to slowly fuck Her with his softening cock. You learned quickly, when She started cucking you, that this is Her favorite part. She cums, again and again, until he’s whimpering and rubbing his soft, sensitive cock against Her slick and swollen clit.
Then it’s your favorite part. Your turn to serve your Goddess. The bull unties your legs and drags you onto the bed. She watches, eyes half-glazed, leaning back on the pillows and playing with Her wet pussy, as you thoroughly clean Her bull’s cock and balls. You can’t believe you raised an objection to this in the early days – you were afraid of other men’s cocks, afraid to be even less important in Her eyes, so many silly things. Now you see how trivial those fears were – a cock was merely an object to be used to please your Goddess. A tool of Her power.
Finally – after Her bull is hard again and briefly fucks your throat – she calls for you. The desire in Her face is unmistakable. Satisfied by a real cock but still hungry to use Her slave. Of course you will clean Her pussy, eat the salt and sour of his cum from Her most holy crevice, make Her cum as many times as She pleases – this is a sacred honor She gifts you. She desires deeply to share Her pleasure with you, a lowly worm. So blessed.
Sometimes, after the bull leaves, She uses you even more harshly. She chains you to the spanking bench and tests your limits with the whip or puts you in front of the fucking machine to see how long you can last. How many more tools of pain and pleasure – vibrators, clamps, blindfold – She can stack on top of the relentless dildo in your ass until you whimper either you’re going to cum or you just can’t take it.
When the stimulation is too much or if the bull has truly satisfied Her for the night, She brings you to the shower. She lets you wash her, gently and slowly, and She does the same for you – scratching her hands through your hair to shampoo it thoroughly, scrubbing your back and gently palming your butt. She is softer and gentler, giving you a chance to remember how thoroughly She knows you. She gives you a mug of hot chocolate and pulls you onto the couch for a movie, letting you lay across Her lap under a blanket.
If you cry a little bit, later, while Goddess Hannah cups your face in her hands and tells you what a wonderful and obedient slave you were today, She doesn’t mind. She wipes away your tears and says yes, yes you were so good today, and you will always be My slave, My obedient worm. I own all of you. I want all of you. You are Mine to hurt and Mine to use and Mine to treasure and Mine, all Mine.
Say your prayers now, sweet worm, and then I’ll chain you up and tuck you in tight. You’re Mine, and those chains will remind you how important you are to Me.
Say your prayers, worm. I’m listening.
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