Ocean waves crash below the rocky promontory. My new palace perches here, elite and isolated. Sun dips low. I lead Garnion to the cabinet. High table gleams, leather-padded. Heart pounds. Daytime priestess fades. Secret heroine surges. I order him up. Submission pose. He trembles. Tears streak his face. Fear. Humiliation. Perfect. I wipe his cheek. Soft now. ‘Relax, my love. Just a finger first.’ He clenches. I push. Warm, tight resistance. He yields. Finger slides deep. He sighs. Mask drops. Power floods me. Real me emerges. Fierce. Hungry. I pull out. Grab the metal rod. Fifteen centimeters. Thick. Phallic. Show it to him. Eyes widen. Terror. Delicious. Izna advises: ‘Spank him. Loosens them.’ I slap his ass. Firm. Repeated. He arches. Offers more. Lube chills his hole. Fingers stretch him. Rod presses. ‘You’re mine. Submit. Open.’ He gasps. ‘Yours, Goddess!’ It breaches. Slow thrusts. Edge first. Deeper. Faster. He moans. Shame twists into need. I grip his back. Pound hard. Balls brush my fingers. He bucks. ‘Yes! Goddess! Your slave!’ Total surrender. I withdraw. He pants. Exposed. Mine.
Plug next. Pear-shaped. Green gem gleams. Reward. Slide it in. He shivers. Pride swells him. ‘Garden now. Crawl. Four paws.’ Alone in lush paths. But my servants spot him. Louna. Sinnia. They hunt. Find him hiding. Laugh. Tease the emerald tail. ‘Proud slut!’ Force display. He submits. Erection throbs. Game time. Ball fetch. Crawl fast. Balls swing wild. Timer ticks. Late? Spanks. ‘One! Thank you, Mistress!’ Ten burn hot. Race again. Sweat pours. Exhaustion hits. Louna wins. Lifts skirt. Bushy mound. ‘Kneel. Lick.’ Knees hit dirt. Lips part her. Tongue dives. Salty silk. She quakes. Floods my slave’s face. He laps grateful. I watch. Power pulses. They follow me inside. Ceremony awaits.
The Mutation
Altar glows red. Servants line up. Izna naked. I crawl him there. Remove plug. Void aches him. Stand. Present. Vows echo. I strip. Lie back. Legs spread. Bush red-gold. Izna squats. Her sex on my mouth. Lick. Devour. She grinds. Cums roaring. I am Goddess now. Reception swirls. I mingle. He crawls. Kisses feet. Ignored. Object. Bath later. Louna oils his sore hole. Robes him white. Salon. Sit him beside me. ‘No more slave. Free. Asylum. Two years.’ Rage flares in him. Stands. ‘You used me!’ Strips. Pushes me down. Cock rams my mouth. Savage. Balls on tongue. I suck. Swallow hot seed. He cradles me. ‘I choose slavery. Yours forever.’ Adrenaline crashes. Secret burns brighter. Normal life resumes tomorrow. But tonight? I own his soul. Stronger than ever.