Ms. Anna Moreau - Chapter 2: The Gauntlet

I am currently eating what must be the best cheeseburger in the known universe. After more than forty-eight hours of eating nothing but PBJs, the pleasure from this meal was indescribable.

I ate slowly as I considered my plight. Ms. Anna Moreau had laid down the gauntlet, and big time. I was scared, terrified even, and thrilled to think of the tasks in front of me. Yet, I was so horny, and all my pent-up desire was directed at Ms. Moreau, that I did not ever give serious consideration to the thought of not following through.

When Anna returned home Sunday night, she sat down and immediately made herself comfortable, while I knelt beside her, with my ankles and wrists still cuffed. Even though she was dressed in a non-descript pair of slacks and sweater, she was a site for sore eyes! I longed to kiss her and touch and feel all the parts of her sexy body that I was forbidden to see. Instead, I tried to satisfy my horny self with talking to her and looking at her sexy face and hair, the only parts of her body currently exposed to my nasty eyes.

"I trust your weekend was pleasant as it should be, Ma'am?"

"Yes, slave, it was. I had a great time, and am oh-so relaxed. I see the house looks clean. It's always so nice to come home to a clean house, don't you think?" I nodded as she continued. "You are not necessarily out of the woods. I will do a thorough inspection and review the tapes. Hmm, or maybe I'll have someone else do it while I relax? Anyway, don't think I won't have a full inspection of your work done."

"Say, that cooking smells good - not half bad for a worm like you." I smiled at the compliment as I knelt, looking up and admiring Ms. Moreau. "I am hungry, why don't you fix me up a plate. Say, you must be hungry too, but that's just too bad isn't it."

I fixed her a dinner of spaghetti and a glass of wine. I was so hungry for some I could hardly stand it. Only this Goddess' aura could've prevented me from taking some.

As she ate, relishing every bite for my benefit, she told me her torrid story of the weekend, skipping no details, amused, no doubt, at how the details would all make my cock swell up to the point where the barbs in its cage would cause pain. I think the Goddess was personally proud of causing me that pain from attempted erections.

I don't know what was worse, the pain hearing her story caused, the desire I felt to have more of her, or having to watch her eat. At any rate, the more I served the intoxicating beauty, the more deeply I wanted to serve.

Done with her story, Anna asked me what all I had done, and I took the opportunity to tell her that I finished all the tasks and had drawn her a bath also.

"Oh, that sounds exquisite. You know how hot it makes me when you do random romantic gestures for me, little slave. I will take advantage of that, while I tell you what I have in store for us."

She said, "now if I am going to take a bath, we must take some precautions so that you don't, well, experience any improprieties." Quite the euphemism, that, but I certainly had not expected any show from making her a bath.

She told me to go get some duck tape and a paper bag from the kitchen. I did so and hurried back so I could light the candles and put on her CD.

"Now, slave, I have quite a bit of talking to do so I don't want to hear a peep out of you again tonight. To be sure, why don't you stuff your sweaty little male socks in your mouth and duck tape it up. I did so. Anna laughed deliberately at the extra effort required as I worked around the constraints imposed by the cuffs. I quite wished to have been gagged by her panties or hose or socks instead of my own. Again, Ms. Moreau expertly minimized any pleasure I would've had from the scene. My mouth was quite full, and I, completely gagged and silenced.

"Very good, but we can't have you accidentally seeing anything, can we? I know you are facing away from me but still, please duck tape over your eyes and put the bag over that. Again, there was hearty laughter from my superior as I struggled to blindfold and hood myself while handcuffed.

Then, and only then, did she start to undress. When I finally heard splashing sounds, my frustration reached a new height. I couldn't help but imagine her naked sexy body and all the things I wanted to do with her. That mixed with the frustration of so much denial, the helplessness of my current situation, and the knowledge that so many of my desires would perpetually be denied. The result - new surges of pain as my luckless cock impaled itself into the barbs despite my best efforts at restraint.

Anna for her part only made this worse, saying, "Mmm, your pathetic plight makes me so horny. Will you excuse me for a minute? I can't just sit here and think about how frustrated you must be without getting horny myself." There was splashing, increasing in intensity, and moans, moans and more moans. Anna was having herself a glorious orgasm and hamming it up for my "benefit."

In a few minutes, "Ah, I feel much better now, so relaxed. I'll bet I'm as relaxed as you are tense and frustrated, you poor slut. Now, as I indicated to you before I left, we can't keep up the way things are now without something getting out of balance. Most likely, you will tire of serving me so unrequitedly and either want more or desire to get out. After all, cleaning house for me will only be exciting for you for so long, no matter how wonderful I am."

"And I don't want that to happen and you don't either. I want to always have you at my beck and call, always cleaning for me, always serving my best interests. And you want all of me you can get. So over the next month, slave, you can either decide to get out and never see me again, getting out of your little cage when I mail you the key, or you can perform several tasks for me. These tasks will ensure that you are truly my slave, not just as part of a scene, and not just in name, but truly a slave to my whim, forever, without recourse or a way out. You will show up in a month, either as my slave, after completing the following commands, or you will show up a free little boy, asking to be let out of your device, and that will be the last you see of me. Your choice, totally, but if you chose the former it will be your last free choice."

My heart pumped with excitement at her words - could I truly be her slave forever? I was scared, true, but right now, I was just excited.

"Now," my naked but invisible to me Goddess continued, "to be my slave, I want you visibly marked as such. To that end, you will get two tattoos, one on your little slave ass that says, 'Property of Goddess Anna,' and one just above your hopelessly small winkie, that says, 'Out of Order.' It gets me wildly hot, you know, to picture you going to a tattoo parlor and getting that done. The tattooist will see you in your pink little belt, you know." She laughed at that.

"Next, I want you to always be at my beck and call. You will always be reachable by your cell phone, day or night. You will have call waiting on it so my calls can always take precedence. It doesn't matter if you are asleep or in an important meeting or talking to someone on the other line. You will always answer my call immediately. Sometimes I might call to brag and tease you about one of my boys, sometimes I might call just because I want to make sure you are fully attentive. I might call at midnight just to have you bring me something from the store. I might call at 3:00 in the morning just to have you come over and fix me a glass of water rather than doing it myself if that's the mood I'm in."

I will confess that after the thought of getting a tattoo right around my pink belt, that one was easy.

"Then, since you will belong to me in every way and since I like so many wonderful things in this world, you will have my name added to all your credit cards and will get me a copy of each." I must've known that was coming, but it was still shocking to hear it. It was even more shocking to realize just how much that turned me on. "Now, at first I'll just with at least a little moderation, and then maybe I'll start using it more and more. Certainly it will be an effective punishment tool if I need another way to punish you, worthless worm. I'm quite sure you'll have to make sacrifices as soon as I get the credit card to make room for my spending habits, make no mistake about it. I come first in all ways, especially when it comes to your finances. And I'm sure you'll find yourself sacrificing more and more as we go along, all for me, you little slave boy. But I won't drive you to complete financial ruin." Then, she added with a bit of a laugh, "at least not yet!

"Lets see, what's next? I will own your body with the tattoos, your time with the cell phone, and your finances with the credit card. I want to own your property too, so you'll have to give me the key to your apartment and mailbox. That way, I can pop in at any time and take or use anything I want of yours. And you better not have any porn or anything like that, let me tell you! I am the only woman for you from now on, that's for sure!

"Now, even with a tattoo permanently marking you as mine and your finances going to my life instead of yours, I still wouldn't have quite complete control over you, and that's what I want: total control so that you will never again have any choice whatsoever but to always obey me. That sure turns me on, I have to say. And getting you permanently mine will be surprisingly easy. The first step - you will over the next month be filling up a CD of the most remarkably embarrassing, humiliating pictures. I might even ask for pictures of you committing and confessing to a victimless crime, all for my use by blackmail. I will send you ideas for pictures and you will comply with every one. Now, don't be scared, I won't fire off the pictures at any old misstep. Mistakes you make will be punished in kind, with blackmail held out as a last resort. Eat when you aren't supposed to, for example, and I'll put you on a diet of bread and butter only for a week. Disobey me and I'll punish you severely, maybe by having you kneel for hours at a time with clothespins on your nipples, in front of a camera so I can view the footage for my pleasure whenever I want. Get it?

"But if you try to leave me and get out of my control, or if you continue to resist punishment and there is no other way, believe me, I will blackmail the hell out of you. You will be embarrassed, humiliated and persecuted for whatever crime I set you up for as a patsy. Your life will be ruined and you will be out on the streets without a penny to your name, thanks to the credit card deal. Once you are my slave, if I order you to do anything, you will in fact do it because you will be left with nothing at all if you don't.

"The second step: I want a list of everyone in your life. Every phone number, address and email account you ever use to contact anyone. That will be who receives the blackmail material. This list had better be thorough because one day you will be prohibited from ever contacting anyone who's not on it, without special permission from me.

"Worm, don't doubt for a minute I'll follow through if I have to as a last resort, but you can trust me to use it only as a last resort - I am quite sure other punishments will always suit you just fine. You probably don't think I'll ever even need the threat. Maybe you won't, slave, but to be honest with you, I want to ask you to do things that you would never do otherwise. I want to be able to ask you to do things that will make you regret your position and still know that you will do them. I want absolute, complete control over you, and once you do these things this month, I will have that. And I know you are so pathetic and I am so gloriously wonderful that you will do all I have asked. And that makes me so horny I just can't stand it."

With that, there was the same splashing, irregular breathing and heavy panting I had heard before. Then, with a few grunts and a passionate sigh. "Wow, that felt great and so relaxing. There's nothing like the pleasure of a good orgasm, is there slut? I suppose you must be forgetting it. Why, I've had more orgasms just now in this bath while you kneel before me blindfolded than you've had in all the time you've known me. Well, no doubt whose the Goddess here, is there, you pathetic little worm, you?

"Well, I think we are done here. You have your tasks. I have no doubt I will see you in a month having fulfilled these tasks and having denied yourself any orgasm the entire time. I know that. Then you will be all mine, a true slave for me. I will rule your entire world. Now, you can go. I want you to shuffle out of the room and push the door shut behind you. Only then can you take off your paper bag and blindfold and gag. Use the keys in the emergency jar and don't let me hear you. I won't be needing contact from you or needing you in any way - after all, I've got more boys than I know what to do with - until your month is up, so just focus on obeying my commands. I'll send you lists of what I want to see on the CD. Now, off with you, you worthless slimy worm."

And then I shuffled off, without seeing this Goddess again, removed the blindfold and disgusting gag and cuffs and left. After slaving for her all weekend, for the sheer joy of serving her, with no reward other than that service itself, after denying myself every creature comfort and being in uncomfortable bondage the entire weekend, I left without even touching for one second my Goddess, and with only having seen her for about a half hour. Yet, Ms. Moreau was so wonderful, that I really didn't regret it or feel taken advantage of. I just felt horny and denied, frustrated and intoxicated by her. And hungry.

I have finished my cheeseburger and am now heading home, exhausted, feeling used, abused and spent, but wishing only to be more used, abused and spent. With the dreaded tasks ahead of me, I have no doubt I will get that wish.

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