You can hold it, but she doesn't let you cum yet.

Somehow you manage to keep from blowing your load. Venus stops stroking your cock and stands up. You look up at her in confusion.

“Goddess, why have you stopped? May I cum now?” you ask.

Venus looks at you with distain and places her heel on your gonads. “Did I say you could look upon me?” She presses her foot down, not hard, but in your current hypersensitive state it feels like she’s driving down on you with steel toed boots. Yet, underneath the pain, a strange sort of pleasure stirs within you. You can’t help but feel ashamed that on some level you are enjoying being treated like this.

You scream and apologize profusely to her. She just sneers at your pathetic attempts to garner forgiveness and walks across the room. She looks out the window at the sleepy street. “Come here mortal. For daring to look upon my magnificence without permission, I want you to go out and get that can that is lying out on the street.”

You look out the window to see an open beer can lying on its side in the middle of the street. “But, my Goddess, why do you want it? It’s obviously empty and…”

Venus interrupts you, “I don’t want the can fool, I want to see you go get it.”

Not wanting to risk her wrath, you stop asking questions and start to put on your pants. Venus rips your clothes out of your hands, “You will retrieve it as you are!”

You **** your objections down your throat before they spill over your lips. It’s fairly late, and, if you are quick, you can probably get it without any one noticing. Maybe the Goddess will reward you for doing what she says by finally letting you cum. The ache in your nuts is still begging for release.

You stick your head out the door, seeing no one, you cover your privates with your hands, hop down the steps, and dash into the street. Just as you bend down to pick up the can, a sudden gust of wind causes it to rattle away. You curse you luck and dash after it. It takes about half a block, but you manage to catch it.

You turn around to head back to your place and see a pair of headlights bearing down on you. Their light blinds you for a second and you freeze, but quickly regain your composure and dash up the sidewalk. You risk a look back at the car and almost fall on your face when you recognize it. Oh no…it’s your boss, Samantha! Of all the people in the world…

You slam the door behind you and fall to your knees before Venus. Keeping your head down, you hold out the can to her, “I’ve done what you asked, Goddess, I’ve gotten the can.”

“Toss it away,” says Venus, “I already told you I never wanted the can. Seeing you humiliate yourself was what I wanted. Judging by your appearance, I think it went better than I thought it would. Who was in the vehicle?”

“That was my employer, Samantha Torres.” You respond.

You hear a smile in Venus’s voice, “Oh really, what a coincidence! Maybe I should invite her over…”