The Game Ends Here

The heavy musk of her cock and grapefruit sized balls rolls over me and I fall into her. My face presses against the sticky skin of her sack. I rub her balls over my face for a moment before the thwap of her riding crop hitting my ass rings out. My body jolts and I back away on my knees.

She sighs and leans her weight to one hip. “Tisk-tisk. You should know better than that. I’ll have to punish you for that transgression, along with the punishment you already owe me. Now say it.”

I twiddle my fingers as I think of the right words. I need to make up for my mistakes. Punishment won’t be enough to prove how sorry I am. “I…” _want you to break me? I want your big futa cock? I want you to own me. I… That was it. That was my flaw. I. _When I lose myself, I only think about what I want.

I gaze into her green eyes, eyes that would make all the rain forests of the world jealous. “Please teach me how to make you happy.”

Her black lips stretch into a smile as she taps the whip in her palm. She looks down her nose at me. “I’ll teach you. Go lock the door.”

I scramble to my feet and rush to lock the door. When I turn back to her, she points at the wall where sets of chains hang.

“Get the gold chains. Bring them over here to the cross.”

I grab all the gold chains and lug them to the cross. There’s enough that they fill both hands. I lay them down and I look up to her.

She taps my cheek with the paddle then slides it down to my chin and lifts. “Take that off. You’re not a medical assistant for the foreseeable future. From now on, unless you have this choker on, you will refer to me as Goddess or Goddess Zinnatria. You will not repeat my true name unless we are alone or with one of my sisters.”

“Yes, Goddess. I understand.”

“You don’t understand,” she says with a scowl. “You obey.”

Obey, obey, obey. I’d been so stupid to think I didn’t need those lessons. Now I see. I need them, worse than I can ever imagine.

Before I can apologize, her eyes glow and one of the mirrors turns into a tv. A tutorial on dungeon craft plays, showing me how to properly chain the cross. As I follow the instructions, Zinnatria sits on top of the cage. She crosses her nyloned legs, pushing her girth up to her tantalizing chest.

Once I have the chains in place, she stands and inspects my work. I bow on my knees, just like the video described; not with my head down to the floor as usual but with my back straight, my hands in my lap, and my chin on my chest.

She gives the chains a few sharp tugs and then slaps my back with the paddle. “Affix yourself.”

I resist the urge to rub the stinging spot on my shoulder blade. Hurrying over to my place on the cross, I bind my legs first then my left arm. Goddess takes my right and binds it. She steps behind the cross and cranks the wench to tighten the chains. The leather bindings on my wrists groan as they pull me up until I’m splayed across the hard wood. My butt cheeks peak over the crux and one last crank pulls my limbs tight to the point of being uncomfortable. Yet, just as I settle in, Goddess decides another crank is in order. My limbs stretch further, my arms feel like they’re going to pop out of the sockets and my legs feel like they’re being pulled for miles. I grunt and huff in pain, trying to keep it in. The video said to be quiet unless the Mistress said to speak up.

“You won’t be needing this.” Her eyes glow and my clit cage falls to the floor. “Such a cute little nub. She taps it with the crop, light and gentle, but my clit is so sensitive that hurts. “Oh, do you not like that? Do you want me to stop?”

“No, Goddess! Ugh! Please… Ah! Please teach me what you want me to like.”

“Pain, little one.” She brushes up against me and takes my little nub in her hand, squeezing it between her fingers. “I want you to love pain.”

With the extra height of being pulled off the ground, my head rests just above her massive tits. “Yes, Goddess! I will! Please teach me!”

Her fingers roll my little nub around enough to make my legs spasm against their chains. “Shush, little one. I will only tolerate your cries of pleasure. Anything else will be punished, and you already have a lot of punishment to catch up on.”

She releases me and the flat slapper finds my balls with a vicious snap.

“Auggh!” The noise rips from my throat but I swallow my apology.

“Let’s begin.”