On Friday
something truly remarkable happened, something which led to a night of relentless
torment; at work I met a girl who was Goddess Valentine’s equal in beauty.
Around 10
O’clock I got a phone call. It was for
something that had only just then been arranged, and that in a rush, so the
message I got only made partial sense. There
had been some kind of audit which had shown up shortcomings in the filing of
paper records in one department. I was to
go upstairs to this department and meet someone, I was given a name, and then
spend the morning showing someone else how to do this thing properly. When I got upstairs no one seemed to know
what I was talking about but at least the name I’d been given was
recognised. Eventually someone appeared
who knew what was going on and I was shown into a small side-room to wait.
There was a
girl already in there, reading a magazine and sat in the corner on one of the
easy chairs that lined three of the walls; she was also waiting and was
introduced to me as E---. I could heap
superlatives on her but if I simply say that she was every bit as beautiful as
Goddess Valentine that’s more than enough to convey that she was very beautiful
indeed. She was a Goddess. She is
a Goddess. In acknowledgement of Her
superiority I’ve capitalised Her from here on.
I left a respectful empty chair between us and sat down. After we’d said hello and established that
She didn’t really know why She was there either She went back to Her magazine
and ignored me. She was very cool and
self-assured. After a bit of a wait the
person we were supposed to be meeting arrived and explained what we were wanted
for. I was to show E the correct way to
file these particular documents in their record folder so that everything was
in its correct location. We were shown
where the files were that we were to work on.
We collected some and took them back to the room.
As I began to
explain E told me She wasn’t familiar with anything I was showing Her. She’d never seen any of this stuff
before. I’d assumed She had some
connection with the department we were in but She was from another department
altogether. She wondered Herself why She’d
been chosen for this. I went right back
to basics and explained them as succinctly as I could. At least that helped distract me from what
She was doing to me. She had pale blond
hair, about shoulder length and partially pulled back and tied in a plait; the
rest was clipped up. There was a fringe
broken up across Her forehead above Her blue eyes. Her voice was like honey. She spoke softly and I had to look at Her to
hear Her properly. She was wearing long
false eyelashes with dark grey mascara and smoky eye shadow which forced me to
look into Her gorgeous blue eyes whenever She said anything to me. I’m sure She knew exactly how beautiful She
was. Sitting beside Her, talking to Her,
being forced to look into the beauty of Her face and inevitably being powerfully
attracted to her, I was acutely aware of what an absurd old gargoyle I was
compared to Her and how utterly beneath Her I was.
All this was taking place in the context of a
work situation so I had a valid reason for being in Her presence but even so She
was really getting to me in that place Goddess knows so well and was making me
feel very small, weak, inferior, pathetic, inadequate – all of those things. Those feelings ran as an undercurrent the
whole time I was with Her and fostered their own thoughts even as on the
surface I concentrated on the job I was meant to be doing. Feeling so utterly beneath E reminded me how
utterly beneath Goddess Valentine I am and how unworthy of being anything more
to Her than a slave and how lucky and privileged I am even to be that. Right
from the first moment I was seeing E in the same way; as a Goddess to be
worshipped and adored. I was responding
to Her beauty in the same way I first responded to Goddess Valentine’s, with an
urgent desire to submit to Her; but at the same time as I felt the desire I
knew it was completely without hope. I
had absolutely nothing to offer Her after all and She was only sitting two feet
away; She could see what She’d be getting!
I was in the presence of a Goddess but completely unable to reveal my
feelings. The best way I can describe
how that hurt is that it was like meeting Goddess Valentine in an alternative
reality, remembering from my reality all the joys of submitting to Her and
being owned and controlled by Her, but knowing that in Her reality it never
happened and never will. And that I’ll probably
never see Her again.
This job was only
supposed to take a couple of hours but E asked me if I could come back after
lunch as She still wasn’t confident She’d got it all. I had other stuff I had to do but it would
never have entered my head to refuse Her anything. Absolutely I could come back. In the end I spent about three and a half hours
with Her.
After I left E
I went back to what I’d been doing before and for the time being that
distracted my thoughts from Her, partially at least. When I got home though I couldn’t get Her out
of my head. It may have been just the
way She made me feel about myself but I’m sure there was a natural dominance in
Her. I kept finding myself drifting into
mad ‘what if?’ daydreams like if I’d gone down on my knees in front of Her and
declared my adoration of Her goddess beauty.
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| I searched for ages for a picture to illustrate this post. I was amazed to find this. This is astonishingly close to E. She is even looking at me in the same way. |
Once I’d gone
to bed the dreams started. All night two
flawlessly beautiful and unattainable goddesses pranced through my brain. Goddesses E and Valentine, sometimes singly,
sometimes together, teased, tormented, humiliated, and rejected me, over and
over. Half the time I didn’t know
whether the relentless torment of my locked up cock and balls was driving what
was in my head or if it was the other way round. I was writhing around in absolute torment in
my bed. I think I was in some species of
delirium. Under such an onslaught I
could hardly be said to be have been asleep at all but the dreams continued
uninterrupted and perfectly vivid. My
balls were aching abominably. The skin
of my scrotum was stretched agonisingly by the back ring. My cock was straining but had nowhere to go
as the head was squeezed and teased relentlessly. I kept seeing myself in bondage with both of
them standing before me, mercilessly look-but-don’t-touch teasing me while they
mocked me. I was desperate to touch them,
for them to touch me, but the only thing ever to touch me was my chastity
device. I was desperate for release; for them to finally make me cum. But they didn’t. They were merciless. I only slept for brief periods the whole
night. Goddess E was still tormenting me
in the morning when I gave up on getting any more sleep and just got up.
