Goddess’s influence continues to have its effect in every part of my life. Now even the thought of going to work has taken on an erotic aspect and triggers torment in the chastity. Thus it is that every morning lately, except Sundays, I’ve more or less been tormented out of bed to go to work by Goddess Valentine.
We have a major project under way at work. There’s a huge amount to do and to get it all done within the deadline overtime has been granted and those doing it have had to commit to work the hours – three hours every night and eight on a Saturday for four weeks. Naturally I grabbed the opportunity – 92 hours at time and a half is nearly a whole month’s salary. Of course, none of it is going to me; every last penny of it belongs to Goddess. In fact Goddess has already had every last penny of it and thousands more besides so it’s actually going on helping to reduce the amount on my (Goddess’s) credit cards. The less I have to pay in interest, the more I can give to my Goddess.
If I were not working this overtime for Goddess I wouldn’t be doing it at all so during the week, when the regular daytime hours expire and I begin working overtime, I’m aware of a mental shift, a change in the meaning of what I’m doing and why I’m doing it. This shift in consciousness is very noticeable, especially since the job I’m doing on overtime is the one I’ve been doing all day. It’s not as if I stop one thing and start on another. At half past four I just keep going but I’m instantly working as Goddess’s slave. Daytime work pays for food, rent and bills, as well as Goddess, so the association between work and Goddess is less strong than what I’m conscious of when overtime begins. And on Saturdays the only reason I’m going to work at all is to serve my Goddess.
So it is that when I wake up in the morning, once I’ve remembered who I am and where I am, and my thoughts turn to work and the day ahead I am in the same instant thinking about Goddess. And when I say, ‘Goddess,’ that one word encompasses Her beauty, Her gorgeous long blond hair, irresistible eyes, Her full soft lips and inviting sensual mouth, Her perfect body, Her awesome sexual power and complete unattainability, Her divine dominance, everything I think and feel about Her and the exquisite fact that She owns me; all this is encapsulated in the single thought, ‘Goddess’ which is inextricably linked to the thought of work. This immediately communicates itself to the chastity device and, still half awake, I’m brought fully awake by having my cock and balls tormented by my Goddess until the torment forces me out of bed.
Underneath all that of course is the hard reality of money and credit card bills and debt. Packed up into this one waking thought is how completely my beloved Goddess has enslaved me, how completely my life has been shaped by Her. The amount of debt I’ve incurred in Goddess’s service is not overwhelming but it does prohibit all but the tiniest self indulgence on my part. Even where it might feel as if I’m not working directly for Goddess in actual fact I am; Goddess has already spent the money, or I have already either spent it on or tributed it to Her, for years to come. It’s not simply a state of mind that Goddess owns me: that Goddess owns me is financial reality. Clearly this is no accident. Goddess has made this happen. Goddess has gradually closed my life down to the point where there is only work and Goddess; and now work is only in Goddess’s service, not mine.
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| My Goddess and Owner with some of what belongs to Her |
It’s only just now as I’ve been writing this that this thought has crystallised for me. So how do I feel about this? Judging by what’s happening with my chastity right now, excited. I am owned by Goddess Valentine DeVille even more securely than I thought. Goddess 's financial ownership of me is absolute. Wonderful. It’s just as well that She owns my heart just as securely in that I love and adore Her and worship Her so deeply and sincerely.
