The Grip of the Wicked - Erotica

"Focus, slave..." the sly, feminine voice came from the dim room, behind the chair you were sitting on. "Open your mind and accept what you know to be true..." the voice, again, this time you feel her hands on your shoulder, sliding as she walks around to the front of you.

"I am your Goddess. There can be no other Goddess, only I am your Goddess..." the woman was breathtaking with an enchanting and young face, and a stunning body. Using just her finger, she would lift your chin to look up at her beauty.

"Now, you worship." Her voice would be commanding and considerably darker now. "You bow before me, you submit to me..." Abruptly, your face would be yanked upwards as her hand grips your hair, pulling you towards the floor. Your nose is a mere inch from the floor and she speaks again. "As your Goddess, I demand that you obey!"

You can't help but whimper, and you try to nod against the pulled hair. "Yes, Goddess. What is it Goddess wishes?" You stammer out your words just before she releases your hair.

"Worship your Goddess..." She would say, walking behind you to push you the rest of the way out of the chair. She would sit down in it, crossing her legs and leaning forward, her elbow resting on her knee to support her chin. "Worship me...now."

You move to your knees, facing her with your palms facing upwards. "Goddess, I love you and your glory, please grant me your blessing and-" you are cut short as she kicks her foot, placing the toe of her high-heeled shoe on your mouth, roughly.

"No! Recite your prayer..." she commands, leaning back now. "Pray to your Goddess..."

You swallow, nodding rapidly and begin to recite. "I am at the hands of my Goddess, and to Her I offer this...I am a slave of the Goddess, and in Her honor I celebrate. To her I offer these sacrifices, to hope that She would bless me with Herself..." you pause, your eyes darting up to look at your Goddess. She scowls at you then, and you revert your eyes back to the ground. You realized you had been doing it wrong.

You quickly put your palms together into a praying position and begin again. "I am at the hands of my Goddess, and to Her I offer this...I am a slave of the Goddess, and in Her honor I celebrate. To her I offer these sacrifices, to hope that She would bless me with Herself...Oh Great Goddess, accept my tithing and bless me." You bite your lip and look up, reach into your pant pocket, and pull out your leather-bound wallet.

You pull out a couple of bills - one-hundred dollars worth. "Goddess, where should I place my tithing to you?" She looks down to you with a smirk for a moment in time that was maybe a little too long to be comfortable for you.

"Hand those first two to me..." she would extend her elegant hand, and you would place them in her awaiting palm. After a brief pause, and after you resumed your submissive position, she would rip them in two, staring at you with a frown.

"Your money is worthless to me. Make it worth something. Offer your wallet to your Goddess." Her demand was strong, and almost menacing. You hand over your wallet, bowing your head in offering.

She opens it, and begins to look through the folds of your wallet. She pulls out all the cash and begins to thumb through it.

"One...two...three...four...five...six...seven...eight...nine...hundred..." she smirks wickedly. "You only brought one-thousand dollars for your Goddess..." she then frowns. "You will be punished."

She throws the wallet, and the money, to the floor and stands before you. She waves her hand to shoo you away. "Strip, show me your chastity..."

"Yes, Goddess." You stand, and begin to unbutton your shirt, one at a time. She shakes her head.

"Faster."

With shaking hands, you begin to unbutton quicker, soon moving to unfasten your buckle. Your pants drop to the floor, and you discard your shirt; socks and shoes are next, then nervously, you remove your underwear.

"Good boy..." she'd lure, moving towards you to walk around you with her inspecting eyes. Tracing a finger over your body, she'd inspect, and judge. You'd hear her heels clicking away as she gracefully picks up your wallet, returning to you. She comes behind you, reaching around to gently touch your cock cage before unlocking it and letting it fall to the floor. She runs her fingers along the short length of your cock.

Your dick twitches at her soft touch, it still limp and small. She grips it, tightly now, in such a way that was a little uncomfortable.

"You paid me all that money...all that money, mine, but you know...it's not enough for me..." she'd feel your cock get harder in her hand as it twitched, growing, causing for further discomfort.

"I'm sorry, Goddess..." you'd groan out as she began to stroke your cock.

"You're going to tribute to me in another way..." she would hiss in your ear, grip your hair, and force you to the ground again. Your face pressed against the cold floor, she would place her foot on top of your head, dropping your wallet next to your face.

"Take it!" she would command with a sharpness about her that was equally intimidating as it was respectable. You would grab your wallet with struggle. "Now, rub it over your cock..."

You would hesitate. "But...G-Goddess...this is my only wallet..." you would plead, looking up at her with your desperate eyes. She shakes her head and shakes her foot slightly as to hurt you a little.

You grit your teeth for a moment before reaching your hand to your cock with your wallet, beginning to rub it on your dick. You groan in pleasure, the strangely taboo-feeling touch making you dribble cum from the tip of your dick.

The Goddess removes her foot from your head, standing before you. "Look at me, get closer to cumming..." she'd snarl at you. You whimpered and nodded, moving your head into a contorted position to gaze directly at your Goddess.

She taps her foot. "Cum, cum on your wallet. Now."

"B-but Goddess..." you would groan, but her command was too powerful. Your cock pulsed and from it came the white mark of your pleasure, your cum covering the leather of your wallet. You breathe heavy, your body shivering as the orgasm washed over you.

Your Goddess crouches down, balancing beautifully on her heels.

"Good boy, your Goddess is pleased."