February 2024 – Audio Version

I cried to the gods for mercy, and they denied me. 

It had begun at the foot of my bed. Sexual tensions were keyed to an atmospheric level as we stood before one another in the soft lamplight. Steadily, the Demigod commenced with my button, the one nesting between my breasts, that had been temptingly providing a salacious peek at the red bondage bralette beneath. The Demigod was slow and methodical, proceeding downward to the next, carefully undoing the little pearly nub. 

“So many darn buttons!” My impatient Inner Goddess spoke through me but was quickly muted into stunned silence with his responding: 

“I was rather enjoying the slow seduction.” 

Well, heavens, put it that way, I would start rebuttoning my blouse, beginning with the very top one! My Inner Goddess glared and warningly mouthed, “Don’t. You. Dare.” I sighed and contented myself with stroking the length of his muscular arms, still encased in his crisp button-down as he worked lower and lower.

Devoid of my shirt, one curious finger traced the outline of my bloodred bralette. I quirked the corner of my lip, pleased with my choice of decorations. The lines enticingly trussed the swollen mounds of my breasts before diving into the valley between them. My Inner Goddess did so enjoy making men, gods, and beasts weak in the knees over my elegant finery. 

Insistent hands on my shoulders spun me about to face the bed and then forced me forward at a 90-degree angle, cheek flush with the mattress, buttocks bare and vulnerable. Aggressively, my noir leggings were ripped down the length of my body to the floor. I bit my lip, eyes rolling back in sincere bliss at my blatant exposure. My Inner Goddess was aggrieved. How many pairs of lacys had we tried on before settling on the little lace nothing that created a perfect heart-shape outlining my derriere? My Inner Goddess huffed her irritation. We were meant to be admired and adored while prostrate on the bed, and now our choice was tangled in the fabric pooled at my ankles. I begged my Inner Goddess not to. Needless to say, resisting my efforts, she bent down, seductively pressing my ample cheeks into his denim-clad jeans. Hooking my thumbs into the midnight lace, an indignant huff escaped my lips as I wiggled them back into place over my hips before resuming my submissive, angled position. 

“See?” My Inner Goddess smirked rebelliously as the Demigod half-chuckled, half-growled his disapproval. “Totally worth it.” I shrugged, proud of her stubborn vanity and mildly surprised the imperious Demigod had allowed me to replace my panties.

Without further ado, the Demigod leaned his hulking frame over me, immediately dwarfing my frame with his hovering presence. My breath caught and then caught again as the Demigod took one leisurely lick up the length of my spine! I never knew I could receive such delight in having my back positively licked! Judicious kisses dotted either side of my ladder. More licks here and there. Then tiny nibbles that just caught my flesh – adroitly lifted it from my body just half an inch, nothing ferocious but soul-melting in its exquisite perfection. I moaned and wiggled against him, signaling my supreme approval. 

Nibbles and licks floated their way up my shoulder to entice my neck, first wet, then piercing as his teeth found my exposed left earlobe. My entire nervous system awakened, sending vibrations over every inch of my skin, and my fingers turned as white as the comforter they clung to. The Demigod settled just enough weight on me to restrict my movements and assert his dominance. I wondered if I had passed on and was floating in the Elysian fields. Nonetheless, the best was yet to come.

Denim-trapped groin cemented against me, and the masterful Demigod straightened, reaching to the assortment of instruments he had prepared on my dresser behind him. I shivered in lustful expectation. What would he choose first? Where would he start? How would it begin: hard or teasing? I panted in heat, thrilled the stars had aligned for us to partake in rougher play. At his arrival, the tiredness swimming in his eyes had concerned me, and I had hastened to suggest we adjust the course of our evening for something more subdued or entirely remove the “chill” and only participate in a Netflix evening. Resolute, the Demigod had brushed aside my concerns as he crushed his lips to my own. 

Behind me, objects moved and rustled. What was he about?? I wanted to investigate, but my Inner Goddess planted my head on the mattress and held it there, knowing the surprise would only enhance the experience. My Inner Goddess braced in preparation, muscles at the ready, but without fear or trepidation. The Demigod knew precisely how to use and abuse my body, exacting every ounce of pleasure from my petite frame. To the point, only hours early, he had corresponded, indicating the option of newly acquired canes. Gently, I reminded him of my hard boundary when it came to implements such as canes, switches, and wooden spoons. His hasty apology for not recalling was appreciated but unnecessary. Nearly two years had passed since our original conversation regarding soft and hard boundaries. Still, the Demigod felt horrible, but I felt reassured in my safety. 

The Demigod bent over me, one hand firmly on the nape of my neck, yet over my sapphire curls. I froze. I swear even my heart stopped beating as I waited for his subsequent move. One hand encased in some type of pliable but thick material began to sweep over my shoulders, down the sides of my ribs, back up my spine, down my spine, across my lower back, up to my neck, and across my arms. It incited the oddest sensation: both fading and coming alive at the same instance. My Inner Goddess identified the material as leather gloves and beamed with this new apparatus. (She thrills at the appliance of new toys almost as much as she takes saucy pridefulness in showcasing her extensive sensual wardrobe.) 

Both leather-clad palms began a complicated dance over my arms, back, buttocks, and thighs. Never immobile, they flowed around every curve as they gradually made their way down my wide hips, caressing my thighs down to my knees and back to pay special attention to my keening buttocks. Slow, exploratory taps, with the fingertips, patted here and there, testing my response but never in the same place more than twice. The impact was more solid than sharp. I shifted restlessly, imploring for more. He could do more, and I could certainly take more. Love pats turned to smacks, and still, I bore the retribution without wincing. The leather was a barrier mitigating the harsh sting of a traditional spanking. My Inner Goddess cocked an eyebrow in alert surprise. I had not anticipated the presence of the glove to so effectively temper the smarting blows. Harder and harder, the swats fell with greater rapidity.

With each unyielding blow, I felt my sensitive soul relax, something deep within finally settling. In between blows, the Demigod slipped one hand around the strap of my bralette, twisted his hand around, and used the crimson material as a sort of restraint as his remaining hand continued to wail on my wanton behind. The bralette grew tight around my ribs, heightening the experience as he lifted me slightly off the bed. My back bowed as my hips rose, and my face became even more enmeshed in the linen sheets. (Which smelled heavenly…I made a mental note to remember the brand and fragrance for my next grocery order. My Inner Goddess glowered and rolled her eyes at me, not in a good way.). 

Womp, womp, womp rained the blows. I recognized the significant force behind each assault, yet the padding afforded by the leather allowed me to experience the brute force without the sting. I groaned internally and externally, vowing to request the gloves more often. Perhaps I would purchase a pair for my sanctuary, just something to keep on hand for future use. My planning was interrupted as a padded finger pushed aside the thin fabric of my delicate, stroking and exploring my slit with the tip. I ground against the connection, moaning at the unique feeling. His hand came away slick and warm, leaving a wet imprint as it curled and gripped my right hipbone. Womp, womp, womp. Groan. The formidable hands resumed caressing every dip and rise, and I melted a wee bit more. 

A momentary respite. Next came the paddle. I could tell from the handle clattering on the pristine dresser. My Inner Goddess grinned her consent. Similar in shape to a Table Tennis paddle, this particular instrument of torture was the size and width of four regulator paddles if the paddles were placed two and two to form a loose square. Knowing from previous experience the stinging force the tool could deliver, this time, I really did brace my body and soul for impact. 

Tap, tap, tap went the paddle, only the top crescent edge making contact with the naked skin of my already ripe and reddening buttock. The barest sparks flared and quickly evaporated. I remembered to inhale as the paddle lifted. Tap, tap, tap on the opposite cheek. Exhale. Inhale. Tap, tap this round on my nude thigh. Whap, Whap, WHAP on the rounded undercurve of my buttock, on the peached hump of first one cheek and then the other. A hundred little bees hummed to life under the paddle, their wee stingers raising tiny flecks of pain. 

Restrained by one hand cemented on my lower back, the volley increased in speed and tenacity. Smack, smack, SMACK. Awakened and angry, the little bees buzzed as they stung, pain erupting wherever the paddle deigned to touch. A cool, soothing hand caressed the injured flesh. My Inner Goddess shimmied, practically begging for more! Obligingly, the paddle sang, Wack, wack, WACK! A long moan issued from my parted lips, my body arching and rolling under the sublime attack. 

The dexterous Demigod’s fingers returned, slipping between the fabric of my delicates and the swelling curtains of my slit. Unflagging, the paddle persevered in its punishing role. I tried to contain my Inner Goddess’ writhing, but when his fingers alighted on my opal pearl, I found it to be an impossible quest. I clawed the bedding, and my nose crumpled on the mattress as the Demigod orchestrated my cosmic release. I screamed. 

In my mellowing euphoria, I did not hear him discard the paddle. However, I did feel him wrench the flimsy fabric down my hips, several threads snapping in defiance before falling to the floor. Obediently, I stepped out of them, flicking them to the side lest the Demigod slip on the maple floor. Distracted by this task, I failed to notice the Demigod had discarded his restrictive pants and sheathed his wicked glory. 

A heavy hand on my shoulder forced me back down and held me there as the other irreverently guided his stunning prominence to invade my wanting slit. I reveled in the knowledge that the Demigod had me so aptly primed that he could forcefully take me without damage. Nevertheless, my petite size and his monstrous girth still meant my body required a brief adjustment period as my cacoon stretched and conformed to his impressive dimensions. 

The primal bombardment drove the air from my lungs, my eyes watered, and my inner gate vehemently protested the abuse she was suffering. Thunder, pound, pound, THUNDER. My Inner Goddess, her wings outstretched, wafted through the stars as my very atoms splintered inside me. Pound, pound, POUND, the beast behind me growled in furious absorption. Drum-like, my knees banged on the dark footboard. Pound, pound, pound. Unable to seal my shrieking lips, a small wet spot developed on the silvery sheets next to my mouth. Thunder, thunder, pound, pound went the tireless Demigod.

A gruff hand twisted the band of my bra for the second time but almost instantly released it with annoyed dissatisfaction. With a spectacular jerk, the clasp was unleashed. I propped myself onto my elbows, pulling the strappy ensemble down my arms. The Demigod’s hand twisted under my arms, clutching each swaying orb as he menacingly whispered, “Give your breasts to me!”

Gods of Olympus, why did everything sound exponentially hotter when growled in a deep baritone? And why did it have such a ridiculous effect on my Inner Goddess, causing her to inconceivably melt AND explode simultaneously? What was he going to say next? “Good girl?” Or “I like it when you cum on me?” Oh, good gracious, of course, those were the following words out of his mouth! I would have collapsed to the bed drowning in my weakness, but for the fact that his dominant hand had entwined itself in my hair, yanking it back with Olympian strength. Tears flooded the corners of my eyes as they gazed at the twirling fan above, and still, my Inner Goddess yearned for more. 

Flipped onto my back, without a chance to protest or catch my breath, the domination of my will and soul persisted. The bunched-up linens at the foot of my bed elevated my hips, aiding his preposterous crown in keeping me in an emprisoned state of constant ecstasy. Had his ridge always been so prominent? My dazed mind queried until a firm hand clamped around my throat. My soul wept at the liberation. My life was no longer my own: no decisions, no encroaching deadlines, just the briefest escape into the darkening gray. Almost as suddenly as it had risen, the misty fog lifted, and my lungs inhaled their fullness. I sighed. For those fleeting seconds, I had been free. 

“Gods have mercy!” I groaned, sucking pockets of air to inflate my lungs.

The Demigod leaned his great form over me, resting a damp torse flat against me. I was paralyzed, entranced by his weight and the intoxication of his raw masculinity. What was he going to do? Lips millimeters from my ear, and, in a tone rife with deadly intention, murmured:

“No.” 

His devilry pulsed and flared within me, emphasizing his unmistakable word. At the perverse sensation, my eyes rolled back, and nails dug into his biceps as I perished in the hellfire of my spasming climaxes. With the endurance and insensitivity of a demon deity, the Demigod drove with a manic fury and murderous speed. Helpless against the attacks, my body thrashed in the devouring, all-consuming flames. Pinned beneath his hands, I could only feel and scream as my body braved the torrid volley. The only breath afforded me came in rare spurts when the Demigod withdrew and fed on the boiling nectar dripping from my slit. 

Everything began to ache. Not in a bad way, but I could feel the weariness in my legs the Demigod had forced next to my ears. I sensed the strain in my lower back and the growing tenderness surrounding my impressionable slit. My Inner Goddess verified I was not tapping out. 

“Heavens, no!” I assured with alacrity. “I just need a different position!”

To the Demigod, I haltingly intoned my desire to ride him or bring his glory to satisfaction. After all, though endowed with god-like strength and stamina, the Demigod had been incurring my pleasure for an alarming length of time. Surely, he was ready to receive? Wasn’t he?

With a mischievous smile about his eyes, the Demigod acknowledged he would like both of those options. Accordingly, the Demigod unshackled my ankles from his infernal grip to walk around the bed and sprawl his majestic length over the cool sheets. I rolled onto my abdomen, hoping my lightheaded motions had gone unnoticed as the blood rushed to my extremities. 

Feeling feline, I prowled up his glistening body, fingernails dragging along the outside of his thighs as tender kisses dotted his inner thigh and up his groin. I drank in the fragrance of my nectar, wet and shimmering as it coated his girdle and stiff glory. I placed light kisses on the monolith that extended all the way up to his navel. I was relieved to detect an almost floral aroma, and I hoped I had tasted as sweet when the Demigod had withdrawn and lapped at my nectar. I continued my northward journey at a leisurely pace, trying not to drool as my lips rumbled over his washboard abs and my weighty bosom skimmed over his loins, teasing his girth with their presence. 

Once in position, having guided his eagerness to my gateway and lowering myself down its extensive length, I lost myself to the extraordinary spectacle of my pleasure. Peeking through the slits in my eyes to check on him, I chuckled at the boyish grin plastered to his face. Reassured, I resumed my pace, grinding my pearl against his perfect masculinity, head thrown back in pure surrender. 

“I like the way your breasts bounce when you’re coming.” 

The Demigod’s words enthralled my Inner Goddess, and she made sure to add a little bounce to each thrusting move. I was aided in my efforts by his hands nearly encircling the entirety of my waist as he lifted and then forced my weight down his distinguished shaft. With a devious tilt of his broad hips, the Demigod shifted the fullness of his crown to dominate my inner jewel. As a result, the whole world shimmered and burst into brilliant fireworks, and I knew nothing more for the longest time.

When it came time to reciprocate, I wiggled southward, positioning myself between his oak-like thighs with a keen hunger. Had I a tail, I might have whipped and twitched it to demonstrate my perverted glee. My Inner Goddess grinned. It was time to showcase our talents. 

Catching the eventide lamplight, a dewy bead quivered from the very tip of his expectant glory. The bitterness of the protective sleeve quickly faded as my tongue reacquainted itself with the ostentatious glory pulsing in readiness. I marveled at the rapidity of his swelling fullness in my throat as I employed every oral tool known to me. 

My left hand cupped his jewels, only occasionally massaging, my thumb tenderly stroking the soft, tightening folds. My aim was not to delay or deny his release, so my movements were only slight. My right hand wrapped around the base of his girth, moving in time to my bobbing head and effectually becoming an extension of my mouth. Saliva ran in thin rivulets, a living lubricant, as my coaxing tempo surged.

From the peak of his head down to his clenched toes, the Demigod’s imposing body went completely ridged in his concentration. Tasting his impending explosion, I encircled his straining brawn with both hands, working them for his potent benefit until they became a blur. The reverberating cry filled my Inner Goddess with ascendant jubilation as the hot nectar spurted and rivers of creamy lava ran down my fingers. I stilled my hands but kept them tightly enclosed around his stanchion shaft, watching in awe as it burbled and pulsed until every last drop had been evicted. 

With an impish sigh, I rocked back on my heels. My Inner Goddess felt stupendously victorious at the cooling sight before her. The Demigod may have initiated the whole fiery affair, but by heavens, I would have the last word!

Until next time, XO. Elsie