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Chapter 15: Sealing the Deal
One week later
Tyler heard the familiar clicking of heels on the tile floor. Listening, he tried to discern if she was finally coming. Destiny had texted him, telling him to prepare himself. Today was the day he would beg and ask her to take him in marriage.
Tyler arrived almost an hour earlier. He couldn’t wait. It had been too long since he had last seen his sensational goddess. Having been apart for so many days made him ache with lust. He wanted to see her smile and be told to please her sexually. He had become addicted to her body and giving her the erotic pleasure she craved.
He had obeyed her text. His preparation involved nothing more than stripping and prostrating himself with his head touching the floor. During the months since their relationship took on an entirely new flavor, Tyler had done this so many times. What was unique was not this position but where she wanted him. Destiny told him to go into the formal living room, a room rarely used. He only came here to vacuum and dust. Otherwise, it was a room not even used by guests.
But he had knelt in front of this same chair before. That had been nearly a year ago. Their relationship was in shambles. After weeks of separation, Destiny texted him and ordered him to wait in this very position of worship. That day had marked the beginning of his slavery and her transforming into a woman of power. That text came on the heels of his infidelity with Rachel.
So much had happened since that day. Neither he nor his bride-to-be were the same persons. The previously confident and somewhat arrogant owner of Bloomington’s newest physical therapy clinic had all but vanished. In his place knelt a man who owned nothing, and now served the woman he loved. He had given away his previous life, not to gain a trophy wife, or even become her equal, but rather to have the opportunity to serve as her slave.
On that day, and while on his knees begging for forgiveness and a chance to start again, Tyler began the process of sacrificing his all. He had begged her reconsideration. Destiny had accepted it but it came with a price. He gave her his practice and career. That mandate had crushed his spirit. So much of who he was as a man was tied to his status as a respected and rising professional in his field of expertise. Destiny had demanded he make hard choices, choices which impacted his expectations, and caused him to reevaluate his prospect of remaining her equal.
She had drawn a line in the sand. It was a line drawn because of his betrayal, and one drawn because she had experienced a similar betrayal with Jamar. If Tyler wanted a relationship, it would only happen on her terms. Although the word slavery hadn’t entered his mind during their talks, it was, in essence, what she expected from a future mate. She had been stung one time too many.
To the average person looking in from the outside, they would have assumed Tyler had lost his mind by making such a choice. But to him, making this decision had been his only choice. Had he not, he wouldn’t be here now, and in hindsight, he couldn’t imagine living life without her. Destiny had always been, and would always be, worth sacrificing his life’s pursuits so that she could enjoy and realize hers.
His decision to bow to her authority had been difficult but it had been the best of choices. It was appropriate that she insist he kneel where they could put their past behind and move ahead as a couple.
This spot had been where the ‘the new her’, and ‘the new him’ began. It was where the healing of their damaged relationship truly started. It was here where he knelt, naked and in chastity for the first time. It was here where a broken Tyler, and a distraught Destiny, began the slow and arduous task of becoming slave and goddess.
Tyler heard the tapping of heels on the kitchen tile. He pictured her walking – tall and elegant. He imagined her profile: long sexy legs, tight abdomen, pronounced breasts, a long flowing neck, and a head held high. He wondered what she had chosen to wear for this occasion. Whatever her choice, he knew she would be both deliciously and intimidatingly gorgeous.
Her beauty was like no other. Her body was perfect in every way. Everyone knew it. Tyler had watched so many take second, and even third jaw-dropping looks at the tall dark-skinned woman he called goddess. Her body oozed with femininity. She personified what it meant to be beautiful, and it was that beauty that reminded him how lucky he was to be deemed ‘hers’.
But Destiny was more than just voluptuous eye-candy. She was so much more. What only Tyler, and Maria knew was how insatiable of a sex drive she possessed. Destiny loved sex, and although she personified a woman of status when in public, underneath that classy facade lay a sexual tigress. Since gaining the freedom to command, she had taken to being pleased sexually. She yearned to be pleasured and pleasured often. Destiny had come to enjoy izmit escort her slave not only because of the many household chores he did but equally so for his sexual servitude.
Because she owned him, she never worried that he would tell her ‘no’. Whatever she wanted she got, and she had become addicted to Tyler’s cock and tongue. Both were used to bring her the satisfaction she rightly deserved.
Destiny’s lust for him as her pleasure-slave was mirrored by Tyler’s need to please her as his dominant. He had always been captivated by her beauty and was head-over-heels attracted to her personality. They enjoyed doing similar things and had similar interests. Both were easy-going and they got along perfectly. As their relationship deepened, and especially when it took on a dominant/submissive inclination, Tyler’s appetite to kneel with his head arched and mouth pressed into her sex became an ever-increasing need in his life. He found himself hoping she to be used.
Like Destiny, he wanted sex. What differed was how he wanted it. Destiny wanted to be worshipped. She wanted her man to crave her body. Ultimately, she wanted to experience the erotic emotions that came with clitoral or vaginal stimulation. She wanted climax. She wanted to look down and know she had complete power over the man whose mouth was planted at the apex of her shapely thighs. She wanted every climax to come at his expense. She wanted to cum knowing she could but he wouldn’t.
For Tyler, her demands were welcomed. His fulfillment came from serving. He relished being the guy bringing her the sexual satisfaction she sought. His pleasure came when told to strip, told to get hard, told to kneel, to lay, or to eat. Those were the commands he craved most. They fulfilled his need to be wanted and used. He knew every one would be followed shortly thereafter by the sound of her cooing and groaning. Knowing her pelvis would soon be rhythmically pumping his cock or mouth, stirred his lust. Nothing compared to the feeling of the soft wet flesh of her pussy rubbing over his mouth. There was nothing so satisfying as tasting her arousal. Nothing compared to quenching his thirst with the nectar of a pulsating squirt. Tyler loved being her slave and Destiny loved having him. They had become a perfect match.
Tyler’s cock stirred when thinking about what might come of this afternoon. From his humble position facing the carpeted floor, he wondered how wet she had become. He knew she must be torturing herself by waiting so long. He knew her pussy had to be dripping. He knew it was only a matter of time before she’d demand he press his face between her thighs. She hadn’t used him in days. Tyler knew his Goddess. He knew her better than anyone. He was assured Destiny craved sexual gratification. “Oh God,” he thought, “I can’t wait for her to use me.”
Having been told to strip, bow and wait and having not seen her for so long grew his desire to unparalleled heights. His cock throbbed from between his legs. His hardness pulled on the steel band that held hostage his swollen testicles. He was a jumble of nerves and every receptor emitted the same message – SEX!
He heard her moving again. What was she up to? Just then he sensed her enter. He sensed her nearness. He smelled her arousal. She was wet!
“Slave, it is time.”
Tyler’s cock stiffened. He waited in anticipation. With her arrival came the knowledge of her purpose. She would want his answer. Their future lay in the words he would soon profess. Although he dare not move, he felt her energy behind him.
“Mmm,” he heard her coo. “My slave’s cock is hard. I love knowing my slave grows hard because he has filled his thoughts with delicious pictures of me.”
Tyler felt her squeeze his balls and stroke his bound member. Her touches caused his shaft to pull even harder on the ring piercing his sensitive head.
“Yesss,” she hissed. “You will become mine forever. I can see you want me. Don’t you, my slave?” Her question was rhetorical. She hadn’t permitted him to speak but Tyler was well aware of what she referred. She would soon want to hear his decision. She expected him to profess his desire to marry. She wanted finality, and it was the thought of that finality which both thrilled and terrified the slave whose thick cock she stroked.
A sharp fingernail tracing a direct line from the top of his crack, down to his arse. Destiny played with the puckered hole for a few seconds using the tip of her nail before continuing on a path that lead do his bound sack. Rubbing his erect pole again she deliberately tried to make his cock even harder. She knew he was in pain. She knew the discomfort the ring caused whenever he became erect. And yet she kept at it.
Her hands had always held a magical touch when it came to getting the response she wanted. Tyler was aware she understood what she was doing. Each stroke made him want her even more. Yet each one brought with it the smart reminder of the ring’s presence. madeinizmit.com Destiny stroked him again and again. When hearing him groan, she giggled. Her giggle brought an unseen smile to Tyler’s face. She was playing with him in such a delicious way.
Again she traced her nail down to his pucker, circled it a few times and continued on. She did this several more times but then, instead of rimming his arse like she had done so before she did the unthinkable. When reaching his ass, she twiddled his pucker and then thrust. The intrusion was sudden and dramatic. Destiny buried it fully inside. Tyler grunted. Instinctively his muscles drew taut, and soon after his back shown in a sheen of nervous perspiration
With her finger worming around inside, she leaned into him and spoke into his ear. “You have not pledged. You have not asked. You have not begged in the hope of me accepting your offer – but you will. I want you to know that once you do, I will own you in ways you cannot fathom. You will never be free – not ever. You will become my possession in your entirety. Every part of you – even your ass – will be mine to use as I wish.”
Destiny twisted her finger several more times to accentuate her point. “I will own you. I will own you forever, My Tyler.”
Tyler felt the warmth of her breath against his ear. He smelled the fragrance of her perfume. It was that fragrance he had come to associate with her. Strands of hair pressed against his cheek and tickled his ear. The mushy feel of breasts squished into his back. She was so damn sexy! Even when she caused him pain, she was hot! His cock felt on the verge of rebellion. It was so god-damn hard. Tyler wondered if it might rip free of it’s ringed-confinement.
Destiny pulled her finger free. Tyler felt the emptiness of its absence. Seconds later that same finger pressed against his lips.
“Clean it.”
Tyler did as he was told. He always did what he was told. Fortunately, it was mostly clean although he tasted the earthy tang of his bowels. His mind went to Utah. Visions of being with Uma, and her nasty friends reigned vivid in his thoughts. He cringed thinking of those creepy memories. He prayed his Goddess would never follow a similar path.
All the while, Destiny waited patiently for him to remove any trace of feces from her finger while continuing to lean against his ass and back. She spoke again, this time reminding him of how much she loved her slave. When he finished, she pulled it free and moved to take a seat in the cushioned chair directly in front of where Tyler knelt. “Kiss my foot, My Slave. I want to watch you serve me.”
Tyler felt the toe of her high heels push against his forehead. Understanding her request, he rose and removed her shoe, and began the fifteen-minute task of licking, sucking and bathing her foot in his saliva. He peered up. She was wearing a sexy sapphire-blue silk cocktail dress. Silk was one of her favorites. Destiny loved how smooth the sheer material felt against her skin. This dress, like so many of the others which hung in her closet, clung to her curves as if it had been personally fitted. Although he hadn’t seen her chest, he was certain they spilled out from the top. The thought of seeing plump rounded chocolate orbs jutting from her chest made him smile in anticipation. God, she was gorgeous!
While Tyler concentrated his worship on the delicate foot he held in both hands, he felt her gaze bore down on him. He felt her eyes watching his every move. Indeed she was intently watching. Destiny smiled approvingly when seeing his tongue slide over and between her digits. She grinned when he opened wide and sucked them into his mouth.
How nice it was to have her foot feel warm and secure, knowing he was bathing them with his talented tongue and swallowing whatever dirt and debris he happened to find. Destiny closed her eyes when seeing him lovingly kiss and caress the crown of her arch and follow that by bending low and contorting his head to apply long flat strokes to the underside. His attentions felt luxuriously wonderful.
“I love seeing you serving me so humbly. Tyler, I won’t ever tire of having you perform menial and debasing tasks like this as long as they please me. Your humility stirs my lust and makes me want to make you do more. I love seeing a strong and proud man humble themselves before me. Destiny paused while he licked at the calloused underside of her forefoot. “And I love you all the more for being that man for me.”
Tyler grinned while diligently focusing on the pale and roughened underside. He wondered if her words were intended to set the tone for what was to come. So far, everything she was reminding him of her dominance and the degree to which he belonged to her. His cock throbbed. It sought freedom but the longer Destiny treated him like this, the stronger his libido grew.
Interrupting his internal musings, Destiny spoke. “I was thinking about how I will have years to put you on your knees and make you serve me in countless ways. It makes me wonder how much better your service will be after fifteen or twenty years of practice? You will know every curve of my body, and have committed every pleasurable sensation and touch that pleases me to memory.” Destiny sighed. “And I will love my slave even more than I do now.”
Begrudgingly Destiny pulled her foot free of his grip. Extending her leg, she rested her heel against his upper back. “Look at me. Gaze upon your goddess from your reduced position. Am I not beautiful, Slave?”
He could only move his neck. The pressure of her foot prevented him from sitting. “Yes, my Goddess. You are beyond beautiful. You are exceptional.”
Destiny smiled pleasantly. She knew what he’d say before asking. Using the ball of her foot, she flexed her knee. Her foot moved to the back of his neck and kept going until resting on the back of his head. Pressing down, she forced his face into the carpeted floor and held him there.
It was time to gain his final and ultimate submission. “Slave, I will speak. You will answer. I expect complete and total honesty. Do I have your word?”
“Yes, Goddess,” came the muffled answer. She had never made him address her while being made to bow quite like this. He wished to look her in the eye when answering but that was not possible.
“Do you love me?”
Tyler nodded. “I do. With all my heart. You know I do.”
“Do you respect me?”
Again his head moved in affirmation. “Yes, Goddess. More than anyone.”
“Have you enjoyed serving me?”
“I have.”
“I’m glad to hear that. And I have appreciated your efforts. Not only have I come to enjoy your labor but I have grown to love being in charge. It’s been an eye-opening revelation. I love ordering you around knowing I won’t get any resistance or backtalk. I love having you all to myself.”
“Yes, Ma’am. I know you do.”
“My Tyler,” she said with a cracking voice. Tyler heard the compassion in her faltering words. “Do you have a desire to serve me for a lifetime?”
Welling with emotion he answered. “I do.”
“Do you understand the magnitude of the commitment I am asking you to make? I will own you. You will never be free. Divorce will never be an option.”
“I want to serve you, Goddess,” he answered in a muffled voice. “May I look at you?”
“Are you ready to propose?”
“May I ask you a question before I do?” Tyler felt her foot leave his head.
“What is your question?” Destiny reached down and lifted his chin.
The moment Tyler looked at her for the first time in days, tears fell from his eyes. It was his turn to feel the immensity of what he was about to say. He looked into her eyes. She was so alluring – so tempting – so confident – and yet so compassionate. He knew he’d never find another like her. Her beauty put her into an entirely different category, one in which he wasn’t worthy to stand on equal footing.
“Why are you crying?” she asked wondering what had precipitated the tears.
“I’ve missed you.” Tyler swallowed hard. “I am amazed every day at your magnificence.” He paused and blew her a kiss. “You are beyond beautiful, Destiny.”
She grinned awkwardly still wondering why he was crying. “Thank you. And you are so handsome, My Slave.”
Tyler paused to compose his next words. “Goddess, more than anything I want to marry you. I want to live my life knowing I have been given the honor of serving you. I want to be your slave more than anything. It’s something I’ve wanted almost from our beginning. You are an awesome person. I can’t imagine living without you. I have fallen for you. I have fallen, and become entangled in your incredible and divine web.
“My web?” she said giggling.
“Your web has seized me. It’s completed me. You spin one powerful web, Goddess.”
Destiny’s smile broadened with delight.
Tyler continued. “You told me to not respond to your proposition in haste. I followed your orders. I’ve thought about what it would mean if I begged you to take me. I thought my decision would be easy but as I considered what life with you might be like, and after spending a week at Uma’s home, the answer became more cloudy. My time with Uma was revealing in all the wrong ways. She and her women-friends made me think about you, and about what you might make me do as your slave.”
Tyler looked at her with an almost embarrassing expression. He watched her facial expression change from a smile to one of deep concern. He needed to discuss this but felt stupid doing so given the degree of his love for her.
“Mistress, I want to marry you. I want to be open to doing anything and everything you order. I want to serve you knowing I can trust you to look out for me, but, but…” He faltered.
Destiny frowned almost to the point of becoming angry. “But what? What are you trying to tell me?”
“I can’t marry you if you are going to make me do what Uma’s friend wanted me to do. I can’t eat shit!” He blurted. Mistress, I just can’t.”
“Oh my God, Tyler! What makes you think I would ever do such a thing?” His statement caught her completely by surprise.
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