Between friends Goddesses
Between friends Goddesses
I have never been to London. This was true till last year when I lived an unforgettable time during the longest day of the year.
I had the chance to accompany my Goddess at a party organized by Mistress Evilyne in the suburbs of London. It was during the summer solstice.
About 10 mistresses was there, in a lovely British house with a nice garden in the back.
During this kind of event, a tea-time to be exact, you could feel :
The beauties of the mistresses were sublimated, the aura of the ladies accentuated and the power of her Goddesses magnified.
They don’t need any whip, words, gesture to make you understand that you are nothing, less than an object, a toy, human furniture,… It’s here that you feel that Your owner has an absolute power : you doesn’t exist as long as your Goddess wish it. During these moments, your thoughts stopped, your mind is immobilized and only one image froze you : the divinity of Your mistress.
After some hours in the garden, when Ladies exchange about the world of Female supremacy, the Gynecocracy system; i was staying in waiting position without any move, even the smallest one.
My Goddess kick me in my ribs :
“purcelus, I want to go back inside : I will ride you.”
After a long time of inactivity, it’s difficult to be fast and I fear the reaction of my Mistress if I can’t be able to walk in the grass, then go up on the wood stairs and finally open the door of the house.
I didn’t any mistake but I was too slow for the taste of my Owner. Her reaction comes immediately when She goes down of my back :
” piece of shit, you are good for nothing! you have the chance not to be on a hard floor and you can’t manage to carry me”
by slapping my face very hard with 10 strokes in a row in front of all Ladies.
I was very ashamed and i put my head on the ground, not to cross the terrific look of my Goddess and Her friends. She pull violently my hair to put my head up. She scraped Her throat and sends me a slimy spit on her face. Then She pushed my head down very quickly and strongly.
I knew that She was very disappointing to show at the Ladies of the Manor than Her slave is not resistant and can’t manage a task so easy. I could wait a harsh punishment very soon from Her hand.
She leaves me in a corner of the house without any attention during one, maybe 2 hours.
Suddenly, I recognized the sound of the Heels of Her Stilettos coming to me. This sound that creeps your blood, petrifies you, dries your throat, when you know you are going to suffer.
Even if I deserved this punishment, it is always more difficult to endure because Your mistress applies the sentence violently and methodically without stopping. Without slipping Her hands, Her fingernails into your flesh to push you to take even more strokes.
“Slave, look at me”
Her gaze was breathtaking – Her eyes pierce you like a sword would cross your heart, Her firm and powerful look will freeze your mind like a ghost haunts Your nights. Her sadistic rictus takes away your greatest will and courage. THE Femme Fatale that makes you shiver without a word, just by Her Aura and the Power She releases.
” you will be punished for your bad performance, purcelus”
She give me the signal of “punishment position” by closing Her fist and following Her look, i stay in front of the couch into the right position – hands on my knees, ass up and exposed to the Chastisement.
She leaves the room and comes back one minute later, laughing with somebody.
” slave, are you ready ?”
“yes, Goddess with a shy voice”
” Madame Caramel, my dear Madame Caramel, i offer you this poor slave to break him with my whip. He doesn’t deserve more attention than me”
I was devastated, I had never received a punishment or even the slightest whiplash on my body from another diva than my Mistress. I had the chance to meet Madame Caramel a few hours before but I did not know Her, I did not know what I was for Her: a simple piece of meat, an idiot, a pathetic slave, not able to satisfy Her mistress ?
Will I bear physically, but above all mentally to be beaten by someone other than the one I love, whom I cherish, whom I venerate?
Will I be able to suffer in silence, not to disappoint my Mistress?
Is Madame Caramel severe, brutal? After a day without using a whip, I imagine She will want to stretch Her arms and support Her lashes?
Mistress Ezada approached me to cross my condemned look and put more pressure on me:
“100 strokes, my friend, as hard as You want, he has to take it, he will take it for me and for You”.
I close my eyes and think very very strong to my Goddess. “Don’t disappoint her, take it, take it, for Her” the little voice I repeat in my head.
First strokes arrived, from a dog whip. It was worst than what I am expected. Not that Madame Caramel was hard, but to support the idea of being whip by somebody I don’t love. I am not a masochist, absolutely not, I hate whip pain. I don’t know how I could stay in the position for the remaining 90 strokes.
Madame Caramel intensified the speed of the blows then the power. Fortunately my Mistress counted the blows because I was absolutely incapable, all my minds being concentrated not to crack, to bear each blow.
My screams began to disturb or attract other ladies because I heard some laughter mingle with those of Mrs. Caramel and those of my Mistress.
After fifty strokes, My goddess judging that Madame Caramel did not apply the righ treatment or just because She wanted to intensify the intensity of my pain:
” Madame, break kim please, harder, use the single tail”
My pain was already unbearable, I could not continue with a single tail that with surgical precision cut your skin at each impact.
After a few strokes, I screamed, I tried to avoid as I could every shot. Then receiving a volley – several strokes in the same place with a scary whistle; I collapsed on the ground, head in the sofa.
Madame Caramel continued without interruption until the 80th stroke on my back. Tears flowed more and more along my cheeks, it was atrocious, I could not bear this torture. My sobs were more to excite Madame Caramel, who, I felt, supported Her blows more. Or was it my brain that had reached the limit of suffering?
I think my Mistress understood that I had reached the end of my limits, she approached me, stepped over my body to squat on my head. In order to block the slightest of my movements and thus facilitate the masterpiece that Madame caramel was drawing on my back.
But also to make me feel that she was there, close to me, bound to me to push me a little further.
“Chuuut, quiet, purcelus” She slipped me delicately
Madame Caramel inflicted on me the last twenty strokes, I struggled with all my strength,
cried, wept, the pain of each impact was engraved in my body but also in my soul. It took the strength of my Mistress to block me in this position.
Mistress Ezada stood up as Madame Caramel approached. I fell to the ground, curled up like a fetus crying the few tears that remained me.
My Mistress asked me to stand on my knees, she showed me the feet of Madame Caramel. I do not know with what force I could lay delicate kisses on Her pretty toes. Then on the Ezada’s Stilettos. I squeezed Her legs as if to resume life, to regain my dignity as a good slave.
“I am proud of You, You did well, my purcelus” She caress my head with her left hand.
” purcel, You was so good, I had so much fun” Madame Caramel said
” Thank You my sister, I could never forget Your present”.
My last tears were not only tears of pain, but also tears of joy and satisfaction. Joy to success to not disappoint my Owner once again.
To share a moment of joy between Goddess Friends, as a piece of meat, as a sexual toy, as a doormat, as a fucking bitch, as a toilet slave. You enter in their universe. What is more delightful to be a present for Queens of the world?
My Mistress had trusted me, She had set my limits in the hands of Her best friend. She knew that I could push my limits by Her training, Her education, Her love; that I would not disappoint Her even if the pain would be unbearable.
She offered me the most beautiful proof of love that can be: to introduce myself, to offer me to Her friend. I was part of Her family now.
I was just happy to belong to Her and to belong to Her Mistresses friends too, especially the elegant and smiling Madame Caramel.
I squeezed the feet of my two Goddesses this evening with the utmost devotion possible during they are stroking my hair. I will never forget this moment which is engraved in my memory forever.
I relived as a child, which is the pride of His mother, His owner, before Her friend.
I know that My mistress was also very happy. It is so pleasant to share, to live Her passion, with Her friend.
I could never thank enough my Empress and the Unique Madame Caramel to feel that I belong to their family.
Since that day, I have never ceased dreaming of serving Madame Caramel and my Mistress, feeling their whips on my body, sharing moments more intimate and humiliating with Her highnesses. I did not know that my dreams would soon become reality …