With MY Permission

Her slave was straddled chest down across her bondage bench. His legs and arms secured tightly with wide leather straps. Completely naked, his balls were secured in a plexiglass ball crusher. The four wing nuts were only tight enough to hold the thick plexiglass plate lightly against her slave’s balls. A small cord protruded from her slave’s asshole. The cord connected to three tennis sized rubber balls firmly seating in her slave’s ass.
Goddess sat in front of him, her foot dangling in front of his lips while heavy beads of sweat rolled down his face. She quietly reviewed the forms he had brought her. He had filled out all the required sections and signed as she instructed him to do. The forms were direct deposit authorization forms and once she entered her banking info and scanned to the provided HR email then her slave’s paychecks would be deposited into her account. She double checked that he had indicated 100% of his paycheck to be deposited. She smiled at the thought that he would be completely reliant on her to provide him an allowance to pay his bills.
Goddess allowed her foot to brush against his lips as she entered her banking info onto the form. “You do realize how absolutely fucked you will be when I send this to your HR department, don’t you?” “yes, Goddess” was the meek reply. Goddess laughed as she stood up and went to her computer to scan the documents. “How ironic that you bought me this computer that is now going to fuck your life over hard!” Once the documents were scanned she prepared the email to be sent. Goddess set a timer on the email that it would send in 15 minutes. “You have 15 minutes to change your mind. You can worship my feet all you want for the next 15 minutes or you can stop and tell me to delete the email. This is your only chance so make your decision wisely. If that email sends your life is going to get significantly worse. And keep in mind, since you are not on the bank account that you are sending your money to….then you will not be allowed to change it without my permission. And I will tell you right now, don’t expect that permission to come easy.”
Slave immediately began to worship the feet of his Goddess. So many thoughts were running thru his head and being restrained to the bench made it difficult but Goddess did not deny him. She made sure his tongue had full access to every part of her feet. Would he really be this stupid to let her take control of his paychecks? She was surprised at how horrible she had been able to treat him and he rarely disappointed. He had suffered quite a lot in the months leading up to this. If he allowed this to happen she was going to make sure that all of the suffering he had done up to this point would be child’s play in comparison.
Goddess looked to the computer. The timer had just crossed the two minute marker. Her slave was still slobbering over her feet. Suddenly, he stopped licking her feet. She waived her feet across his lips but nothing. Was he reconsidering? Coming to his senses? She kicked him hard in the face. He grunted and she shoved her foot into his mouth. Her other foot wrapped around the back of his head and she pulled him harder down on her foot…trying to choke him with it. The computer beeped, grabbing her attention and she looked over to watch the email be sent off. “Ohhhh, you are so fucked!” she laughed.

To be continued….