The Grovel Lesson

Submission had become his life. She was his life – his Mistress of 
sublime, sexual torture. The constant throbbing in his groin that he now 
felt was the result of his obedience to Her last command: that he 
masturbate to thoughts of Her – and only Her – as often as he possibly 
could. These last two weeks had been an awakening of over-the-edge 
pleasure and pain, as the more frequent he masturbated, the more intense 
the climax became. And She was right about another thing: that not only 
would he discover that his semen was increasing in volume with each 
subsequent ejaculation, he was NEEDING to cum more often – as if his 
balls could not take the burden of weight of the fluid inside them. 
During these two weeks of Her commandment, he also came to another 
awakening: She was his only reason for being - he was owned by Her – 
mind, body, and soul.

He had, in his attempts to please Her, placed the mask over his eyes. 
With hands clasped behind his back, he had also attached the velcro 
handcuffs together with its snap closure. She had given them to him at 
their first session, telling him they reminded Her of his soft demeanor 
– the perfect persona for a slave. Aside from the mask and velcro 
handcuffs, he wore only a dog collar; a symbol of his status in Her 
eyes: a little puppy.

“Wear only these three things – they will be all you require,” She 
commanded earlier that day. Little else had to be said, for he knew what 
his Goddess expected of him. Or, so he thought.

She entered their chamber – he could hear the door open; then quietly 
shut. He was on his knees, as he knew he must be, in the center of the 
chamber facing away from the door She just entered. He could hear the 
soft crackle of the burning candles on the floor surrounding him, but 
heard nothing else.

What seemed like an eternity later, he felt Her long nails gently rake 
over his shaved head.

“That’s my little puppy,” She murmured, “You have pleased your Goddess 
thus far…however…” She paused and hung onto that word for what seemed 
like another eternity. “This time is going to be a TRUE test of your 
devotion to me”. She went on, “Have you complied with what I commanded 
you to do these last two weeks?”

“Yes, my Goddess,” he said,” I have obeyed. I have masturbated as often 
as humanly possible. I have…”

Her nails now suddenly dug into the back of his neck and down his 
shoulders as She hissed “But you are not human! You are a little pet 
created for my amusement and taught to fulfill my every demand - and 
infinitely more!”

Her nails were now embedding into his arms as the hissing continued. She 
was hissing like a serpent, and although he was frightened, She was a 
Serpent of Desire to the lowly slave.

“Today, my slave, you will learn the meaning of REAL willpower, TRUE 
discipline, and most crucially…”

Having followed the sound of Her voice, She was now standing in front of 
him as she continued.

“And most crucially,” She re-emphasized, “you will learn how to grovel. 
You will beg for release from your Goddess – and beg you shall until I 
feel you have truly learned the lesson for today.”

She was on Her knees in front of him, judging from the warmth of Her 
breath on his face as She spoke; Her lips just inches away from his own. 
She was now kissing his face softly, and Her hiss became a murmur once 
more. He loved how his Goddess could be granite-hard and cruel one 
moment; then sumptuously soft and sensual the next. Yet another reason 
he was so helplessly lost in his devotion to Her.

Her hands were caressing his chest; Her fingertips barely touching his 
hardening nipples. She continued to kiss his face, his forehead, his 
cheeks, even his eyes over the mask that remained the visual barrier 
between them. She continued to kiss his neck, moving the collar away 
from his skin with Her tongue. He felt Her moist tongue flick in and out 
of his ears – like his cock stroking Her warm pussy. Her teeth pulled 
gently on his earlobes as he heard his Goddess’ faint moaning. His cock 
was fully erect, bobbing each time Her tongue darted into his ear. 
Although he knew not what this “grovel lesson” would entail, he DID know 
he wanted this day never to end.

Her hand had descended to his groin – once again using just Her 
fingertips to touch his pulsing shaft and throbbing cockhead . A tiny 
gasp escaped his lips as his Goddess caressed the slit on the tip of his 
cock gently pinching it open with those fingertips.

“How long has it been?” She queried. 

He knew what his Goddess meant. She wanted to know how long it had been 
since he came last.

“I masturbated to thoughts of you first thing this morning when I woke 
up,” he said.

She was now massaging his balls – kneading them in her palms like bread 
dough.

“Your balls feel quite heavy – very full, slave. Do they need relief? Do 
you need to cum, my little pet?” She asked this between Her hot kisses 
and little love bites on his torso.

“Yes, Goddess, oh, yes!” He was flooded with a sense of euphoria – 
anticipation that his Goddess wished to witness an example of Her two 
week commandment. He had momentarily forgotten this was to be a very 
different lesson this afternoon – the grovel lesson.

Her relief to his heavily cum-burdened testicles was the sudden, sharp 
sting of Her whip as She swung it across his cock – the strips of 
leather cascading over his erection and flogging his balls. Her sudden 
motion took him by surprise – so much so he could feel his cum churning 
inside his sac like a blender on frappe`.

“Goddess…please…,” was all he could choke out.

“You certainly didn’t think it would be that simple, did you?” As his 
Goddess asked this of him, he felt the cat-o’-nine tails stroke his 
bobbing cock. She twirled the leather over his shaft, and down to either 
side of his groin. Oddly enough, the burning sensation that had been 
there seconds before, was replaced with this sensuous feeling of rawhide 
teasing his cock.

She continued this play –sharply striking his cock with the whip – then 
tenderly gliding the leather strips on a journey involving his cock, 
groin, balls and thighs as their destination. He knew She knew this 
drove him crazy – the avalanching effect of pleasure and pain, pleasure 
and pain. With each subsequent contact of flesh and whip, the more his 
cock jumped, creating a tug on his scrotum that made him very aware of 
just one thing: he needed to cum, and cum hard. The pressure in his 
balls was becoming so intense, he was tempted to release the clasp of 
his handcuffs, grab his cock, and pump himself empty. But he knew his 
Goddess would be both enraged and disappointed. Again, the hard and the 
soft of his Mistress that made him love Her immeasurably.

The sexual torture went on and on. She would intermittently slither up 
his kneeling body to suck on his tongue and lips, and then resume Her 
teachings of the lesson. Still under the darkness of his mask, he found 
his other senses to be more acute in his response to his Goddess. She 
was wearing Her signature perfume – the scent was addictive to his 
nostrils – as was She to his being.

He now felt Her wet, hot mouth on his shaft. The ongoing whipping to his 
cock had somewhat sensitized it, making Her lips feel like a soothing 
balm on it. She loved giving him head; although he was in existence to 
do Her bidding, She considered the act of sucking Her slave’s cock to be 
that of dominance – She had complete control, and exercised that talent 
whenever She desired. Evidently, She so desired now.

He allowed the sense of touch to take control of his thoughts, and as 
his Goddess’ tongue made its way up one side of his hard shaft and down 
the other, the churning in his balls resumed. The feeling began to rise; 
his cum was climbing up from his balls as his Goddess began to close Her 
mouth around the base of his shaft, and suck ever-so-slowly up toward 
his awaiting cockhead. Her deep throating was excruciatingly incredible 
to him, and the knowledge that his Goddess enjoyed this sexual act so 
much, made it feel like an out -of -body experience to him each time. 
When She reached the tip of his cockhead, She began to suck harder – 
only taking the head into Her mouth, and making his cum rise even 
further up his shaft. She knew this, too – another of Her unbelievable 
talents. She continued sucking at a faster pace on his cock – as he now 
felt himself pumping back at Her mouth – fucking Her mouth…feeling the 
fluid rising up his shaft; like mercury rising in a thermometer - 
forgetting the reason he was there that afternoon…

She abruptly pulled away, leaving him pumping at the air in their 
chamber. 

“You have not begged nearly enough, slave – you don’t deserve to cum, 
yet – you may never get to cum in my presence again!” She continued in a 
matter-of-fact- tone, “In the past, I have been too good to my slave – 
giving in to my desires was really giving in to you. That is not 
acceptable.”

“Forgive me, Goddess,” he responded, still trembling from Her abrupt 
interruption of the lesson. Fear began to creep in – the fear he was no 
longer in her favor, or that he was failing the catechism of the day. 

“Allow your pathetic slave one more chance to honor you, my Goddess,” he 
pleaded, with masked head bowed, “I serve only you – I worship only you 
– I want to please only you.”

Her response was non-verbal; She pushed him first to his side off of his 
knees, and then down onto his back. She splayed his legs apart, and 
descended once more. She sucked his balls into Her mouth painting them 
with her tongue – up and down, up and down, until he thought they would 
be devoured whole. His cock resumed the stance of a soldier at attention 
– his balls bathing in his Goddess’ mouth. Once more he began to feel 
his cream abandon his balls, and rapidly travel up his trembling shaft 
to the slit where his Mistress’ tongue hungrily awaited its arrival. And 
once more, She stopped cold – seconds before the volcano would erupt, 
and his molten lava would spew forth.

She was relentless in Her quest to teach Her slave the need to beg; the 
need to grovel; the need to desperately need. He came to this revelation 
as she orally tortured him, driving home the lesson. And then he heard 
himself - a low, guttural groan escaping from somewhere deep within his 
lungs. The sounds continued. She ignored his pleas…

Over and over She slid Her mouth down onto his spasming shaft; over and 
over again She drew his cum further up his cock – inch by throbbing inch 
until it reached the base of his head. Then, using her fingertips as a 
cockring, She put pressure right below his now convulsing cockhead to 
prevent the climax he so desperately wanted and required – it was like 
trying to hold back a sneeze already in progress – painful and nearly 
impossible. But Goddesses can do the impossible, as he was becoming 
aware.

This went on endlessly - until the low groans became whimpers; the 
whimpers became sobs; the sobs became long, pitiful wails. The mask that 
covered his eyes was soaked with tears. He had learned the lesson for 
today.

The words, “Please, PLEASE my Goddess, please let me cum!” resonated 
like an echo chamber in his head. He felt he was going insane – reason 
was unobtainable – cumming was unobtainable. He believed he was fighting 
unconsciousness. He found himself screaming out the words.

Amidst the pleading screams, he heard Her voice question, “Do I hear my 
slave finally begging in earnest? Does he now know the true nature of 
our lesson?”

“Yes, Goddess, I am begging you; pleading with you to let me cum. I NEED 
to cum so bad! You are my Goddess and I love you – I wouldn’t – I 
couldn’t do this for anyone else – hold out this long.” He was rambling 
now – almost in hysteria - trying to make his Goddess understand that HE 
understood. 

She did understand, and now removed his tear soaked mask. He squinted at 
first, even in the dim candlelight that still flickered in their 
chamber, but as his eyes adjusted, they fixed on the face of his Goddess 
– who was smiling lovingly at Her lowly slave.

“There, there, my little puppy,” She caressed the sides of his face now. 
“I believe you have worked very hard to complete the lesson today. You 
are now ready for your treat, my pet. Shall we begin the graduation 
exercises?” Her smile had returned to Her face once more, as She looked 
into his eyes for what they both knew would be his answer.

Here was the soft, sumptuous Goddess in the chamber now. It became very 
clear to him that he loved Her before they had ever met.

She went down on him once again. But this time there were no bounds of 
control – She had removed his handcuffs so that he would be able to do 
what She loved him to do.

Her hot, wet tongue began its exploration of his cock – licking its 
every pore and enjoying its every twitch as it grew in size and 
hardness. He watched as his Goddess made love to his cock, and entwined 
his fingers into Her long, black hair. He closed his eyes, as he felt 
his fluids begin rising to meet his lover’s throat, and knowing, this 
time, there would be no stopping its flow. He began pumping his shaft 
into her mouth in rhythm to Her sucking – trying with all his might to 
drive his cock down into Her chest. He pulled Her head closer to his 
groin – now with both hands entwined in Her hair. She sucked faster, and 
began moaning as his head throbbed in Her mouth. As he exploded, all the 
cream he had in his balls emptied into Her awaiting mouth. After the 
hours of learning the lesson, his climax almost took his life, sending 
jolts of current throughout his body so severe it made him writhe in 
exquisite pain. He could hear her gulp his cream down as he pumped every 
last drop onto Her tongue. Ecstasy was his... but perhaps, it was not 
his alone.