Cat's Stories
Goddess Kali by Cat
Goddess Kali
Ryan stood silently off to the side and watched as the others played their games of dominance and submission. He had been there once, when things were new and exciting, but lately the scene had lost much of its appeal. He was tired of trading partners like kids trade baseball cards.
He turned away from the dungeon floor and had almost decided to leave when he glimpsed the most beautiful woman he had ever encountered. She stood near the door, silently watching the activities. Her beauty was astonishing, and he was surprised that she was not surrounded by a dozen men, eager to comply with her every whim.
Her dark hair was swept up on her head, displaying the elegance of her slender neck. Her nose was fine and slightly pointed, her lips full and pouty. She wore a leather catsuit, which clung to her slender curves, outlining high, round breasts and a delicious looking backside. Her legs were clad in tall black boots, with long spiked heels, and she towered above most of the women and even some of the men.
But it was when she turned to look at him that he caught his breath. Her eyes were brilliant green, the color of polished emeralds. She saw him lose his composure and gave a slight smile. He was not one to blush, but something about her made him feel nervous and unsure of himself, and he looked away. Still he could feel her hot eyes on him, and he felt compelled to glance at her once more.
She motioned for him to come over to her, and he did not hesitate. As he approached her, he observed little flaws -- eyebrows that were a little too thin, a small scar near her left eye -- but these only served to enhance her beauty. "Hi." he said. "You wanted to talk to me?"
"Why were you staring at me?" she said in sultry accented English, ignoring his question.
He smiled. "I'm sure you know how beautiful you are."
She laughed softly. "I am the Goddess Kali. And you are...?"
"Ryan," he said. "Or whatever you prefer. So, do I call you Goddess? Or Kali?" he inquired cheekily.
"Hmm." She said. "That depends on what we become. My friends call me Kali, my followers call me Goddess." He wondered if she might be a little imbalanced. "You don't believe me," she said with a smile.
Something in her demeanor intrigued him; he decided that imbalanced or not, she was interesting and beautiful, and he would play along. "I will believe whatever you would like me to believe." he responded.
"All I want you to believe is the truth. Are you here alone?" she asked him. He nodded.
"I want to leave here now," she stated. "You will come with me." His excitement superseded his nervousness, and he consented. "You are mine for the evening," she said as she slipped a circlet of gold about his neck. Surprised, he reached behind for the fastening, but felt only a smooth, unbroken circle. "As long as you wear the collar of Kali, you belong to me. Let us go." She attached a golden chain to a loop in the collar and pulled him after her as she walked out the door. His friends were too busy to even notice.
"We will take your vehicle. Bring me to it." He led her to his car and opened the door for her. She let go of his chain long enough for him to climb into the driver's side, but picked it up as soon as he was seated. "Drive where I tell you." He made a series of turns, which eventually led him down a dark street. "Stop here." She indicated a four-story brick house, with lighted candles in every window.
They left the vehicle, and she took him through a small door in the back of the house. She pulled him after her down a narrow staircase to a large room filled with typical dungeon equipment. "Where did you come from?" he asked, in awe. "Nirvana, of course." she answered. He shook his head; she was still playing games. She grabbed his chin and forced him to look in her eyes. "Do you know who I really am?" she demanded.
He shook his head. "No, but I'd like to."
Her gaze was penetrating, and she said her words slowly and carefully. "I am the Goddess Kali, goddess of creation and destruction."
"How can you be both?" he wondered aloud.
"You will learn how," she answered. "But first you must learn humility and obedience. Remove your clothing."
He discarded his jeans and shirt and stood before her in his briefs. "Take them off," she commanded. He peeled them off and was embarrassed at the erection they had been hiding. She scrutinized him intently and noted his throbbing cock. "You will be punished for having such lustful thoughts about me. Turn." He turned hesitantly, not trusting her enough to have his back to her. "I promise I will not harm you irreparably, Ryan. Even goddesses have needs, and there are times when I ache to be of the flesh...but such weakness infuriates me, and I am driven to take pleasure in your suffering." He could almost believe her, he thought.
"I would love a woman tonight. In front of you are some things that I have prepared. Put them on." He first removed the red satin panties from the bed. He moaned as the satin fabric slid against his engorged penis, barely containing it. He put on the brassiere, its cups sagging on his flat chest. As he reached for the red slut dress, she stopped him. In her hands were two small sacks. She put one in each cup of the bra, and he gasped. Each pack was filled with ice, and his nipples hardened against the coldness. He saw that she was enjoying his discomfort; her tongue darted eagerly across her ruby lips. He pulled the dress over his head and smoothed it down. "You forgot something," and she gestured to the stockings and garter belt. He fastened the garter belt about his hips and unrolled the stockings over his legs. She handed him a pair of ridiculously high heels. He put them on and stood there waiting for her approval. "Hmm...what's missing?" she mused. She opened a drawer and began applying make-up to his pale skin, finishing with candy apple red lipstick. "My pretty girl," she sighed. "Look." She held a mirror for him to see. He blushed at the sight of himself so demasculinized. "But what is this?" and she placed a hand between his legs to feel his pulsing erection beneath the satin panties. She squeezed his balls hard, and he winced. She shook her head, "So naughty."
Pulling his leash, she brought him to a vinyl-covered bench in the center of the room and pushed him across it. Deftly, she fastened each wrist to cuffs on the legs of the bench. She forced a spreader bar between his legs. "Do you know what I do to naughty girls?" she whispered in his ear. He shook his head. "I will show you." She lifted up the hem of the dress and exposed his ass in the little girl panties. With her hand, she delivered several swift blows across his cheeks, and he was surprised at her strength. When she had finished, she took a scissors and cut the panties off his body; she grimaced at the precum he had dribbled onto the front. "Look at what you have done! Open your mouth." He opened his mouth, and she stuffed the panties into it. She unzipped the catsuit now, and he could see her bare breasts, with their dark nipples standing at attention.
As he watched, she strapped on a harness with a flesh-colored dildo. He shook his head vigorously, but she ignored him. Instead she moved behind him, and with her fingers, lubricated his tight anus. The sensation of her long index finger sliding in and out aroused him, and he wiggled against her hand, which brought a sharp slap to his testicles. He felt her position the head of the phallus against his rectum, and he whimpered softly as she forced it into him, slowly. "I love to fuck pretty girls," she said. "Do you like me to fuck you with this big cock?" He nodded, ashamed. "Your ass is so tight...I want you to grip my cock with your hole." He squeezed his ass together, and she started to thrust faster. Then she reached beneath him and pulled his testicles with one hand, her fingernails scraping against his tender skin. Afterwards, she found his cock. "What?" she exclaimed. "Still thinking naughty thoughts?" he could hear the pleasure in her voice.
She pulled out of him and unfastened his arms. He stretched his sore back and reached up to take the panties from his mouth. "Did I say you could do that?" she asked, her green eyes flashing. His downcast glance was her answer. "First let me take care of this." she said slyly. She knelt down in front of him and said "If you cum now, you will never see me again." And she took his cock into his mouth. She sucked him expertly, sliding him into her throat and swirling her tongue around his sensitive head. When she had taken him in as deep as she could, she stuck out her tongue and licked his balls. He tried to be still, but almost of their own volition, his hips thrust against her lips. Her teeth scraped lightly against the skin of his cock, and he shuddered. When he could hold it no longer, she stopped, and he felt a mixture of relief and torment.
She slid a steel cage over his bulging erection, the metal rings tight against him. His balls were separated by a leather strap that snapped onto the base of the cage. She undressed him, except for the stockings, and fastened alligator clamps to his nipples, which were completely numb from the ice. She applied a drop of cinnamon oil to the tip of each nipple; the burning sensation contrasted sharply with the freezing ice, and at once they were on fire. He started to squirm, but she took her crop and struck his swollen member with it. He moaned in pain. "Be still!" she commanded.
He watched as she moved to the foot of the bed and discarded her leather jumpsuit. Her body was beautiful: from her pear-shaped breasts to the perfect V of her pubic hair, dark and curling between her firm thighs. Her beauty intoxicated him, and he no longer felt any pain.
"I am hot, my Slut. Feel how wet I am." She took his hand and placed it on her wet pussy. "I want you to kiss it." She sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. "Crawl over to me." His legs still in the spreader bar, he knelt down stiffly and managed to crawl across the room, the carpet leaving small burn marks on his knees. When he reached her, she pulled the panties from his mouth. "Make me cum in ten minutes, or I will be very angry." With his tongue, he parted the folds of her sweet flesh. Her scent was strong but feminine, and he drank her juices like nectar. She moaned and arched against him.
Holding his head tightly to her crotch, her fingers tangled in his long hair, she began to slide her cunt against his face. He sucked her clit and nibbled, trying desperately to bring her to orgasm, but she resisted. He continued to lick, even when his mouth tired, but she would not cum. At the end of ten minutes she sadly shook her head. "I am so disappointed!"
Two chains were suspended from the ceiling, and she attached him to them. To keep him from moving, she attached the spreader bar to two rings in the floor. He was virtually immobile, and she relished his helplessness. He saw her pick up a flogger, its buckskin straps soft but capable of inflicting pain. She trailed it lightly across his nipples and his chest, down to his thighs. She ran it smoothly across his penis, and he felt his blood rush down, and his cock strained against the confines of the steel rings encasing it. Without warning, she reached back and smacked the flogger against his hip, the straps leaving small red marks on his pale flesh. Furiously, she began to whip him, his back, his legs, his ass. He apologized for his lewdness and his failure to bring her to orgasm. He told her how he wanted nothing more than to please her, to bring her happiness.
She put down the flogger and stood close to him, her naked breasts pressed against his chest. She started to kiss him, raping his mouth with her tongue. Her breath was hot and sweet, and he returned her kisses. As he was losing himself in the spell of her passion, she raked her nails down his back, and he cried out. "It pleases me to whip you. Do you still want to please me?"
"Yes Goddess," he affirmed and braced himself against her next onslaught. He knew she wanted him, and the power gave him strength. But first he had to endure her anger at herself for becoming so enamored of earthly things, and this she would expunge on him. The whip that she used was long and thick. She drew back her arm and struck at his back, and the lash kissed the marks left by her fingernails. He clenched his teeth and moaned. The whip was like a long tongue, and it snaked around his thighs, lapping at the tortured sacs hanging from beneath his imprisoned rod. The pain was no longer bearable, and tears streamed from beneath his closed eyes. "Please, no more." He begged her to stop. But she refused.
Only when her anger was sated did she release him and lead him to the bed. She laid him on his back, darts of pain shooting through his body as his raw skin made contact with the sheets. Still exerting her control of him, she fastened his hands to the bed posts, with ropes left there for such a purpose.
Releasing his cock from its confines, she straddled him. He moaned as she slid onto him, her warmth and moisture soothing his penis. She leaned forward, her nipples dangling against his lips. "Suck it," she ordered, and he eagerly complied. He felt the nipple swell beneath his tongue, and he watched her eyes close in sensuous pleasure as he nibbled it gently with his teeth. She continued to stroke him with her body, rotating her hips while he nestled deep inside of her. Sitting upright, she slid a finger behind her and using the wetness of her own body, she slid her finger into his anus. "I want you to cum," she demanded. "Do it!" It was all the permission he required. With a groan, he felt the semen shooting from the head of his cock, bringing amazing relief. For a moment, he truly believed she was a goddess and that he was with her in heaven. Still she had not orgasmed, and he felt ashamed at reaching his own climax before she had reached hers.
But she was not finished with him. She again released him from his bindings. He watched as she trailed her tongue across his torso, darting it across his pinched nipples, now throbbing against the metal clamps. When she reached his limp but sensitive penis, he shuddered. She took it into her mouth and sucked. He felt it stir and expand, as desire for her again flooded his body. She kneeled then, on all fours, her backside to him. "Worship me with your tongue," she ordered. Crouching behind her, he spread her cheeks with his hands and began to lick her ass, caressing the hole with his tongue as she moaned and writhed. He thrust it inside of her, and she gasped. "Yes... fuck me." she moaned. He mounted her cunt from behind, like an animal, and she pushed furiously against his cock, driving him deeper. Her breathing came fast, and her moans were loud. "Put it in my ass," she instructed. He withdrew it from her pussy and slid into her other opening, as she had commanded. Although tight, it did not resist him, and he entered her smoothly. He continued to push his penis in and out, and he could feel her gripping it with her taut hole. Her hand worked vigorously at her clitoris, and with a small scream, she collapsed, her limbs quivering. He withdrew from her then and knelt at her feet, kissing them tenderly. "Thank you, Goddess." he said softly.
She indicated that he should lie beside her. "I know you have doubts about my divinity--" she began. He started to protest, but she silenced him. "But I AM the Goddess Kali. Your obedience and humility have led me to offer you this. In exchange for your vows of eternal servitude, I will grant you eternal life."
"What are the rules?" he asked.
"Whatever I want them to be," she said with a smile. Knowing her as little as he did, he was afraid of such a commitment. As if reading his mind, she said "If you change your mind at any time, I will relinquish my ownership; in exchange you will forfeit your immortality." Whoever she was, she was beautiful and exciting and being with her had fulfilled many of his needs. He decided to accept her offer. "I promise my unending obedience to you, my Goddess." and he kissed her hand.
Her green eyes glowed with joy. "I am pleased. You will live here and keep this house for my return. I will provide for all your needs." "Where are you going?" he asked. "I am the goddess of creation and destruction, and I have much work to do. But I will be back soon." She kissed him softly and then vanished into a golden mist.
He thought perhaps it was a dream or perhaps he had been secretly drugged and wandered into this strange house by accident. But the marks on his back were real, and the circle of gold about his neck was unbroken. He sighed and wondered how long it would be before his goddess returned.
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