living without hope

Nicola's new Goddesses?

When I awoke, Henrietta was still staring at me like she hadn't moved a muscle. I noticed her face was stained with dried tear tracks as she smiled at me. When I think of it, we were in precisely the same position as I collapsed into – our legs, breasts and lips in an embrace. I was slightly uncomfortable as it was my fucked up mind that had led me here last night, and I wasn't sure I wanted this level of intimacy right now with her. I also felt guilty that I had betrayed Chris, but considering what I had been through, I gave myself a break. It was much harder for me as a dominant to go through that shit than him as a natural submissive anyway.

Looking back into Henretta's eyes, I stared at her with authority and purpose until she relented and bowed her eyes down. I wanted to remind her quickly who was in charge. I needed some time to think. I lifted my leg so she was free of my body lock on the bed, then pushed her hard on the chest, forcing her off the bed and falling on the floor.

"Go and make me breakfast, Bitch. You have had enough fun," I ordered, then felt a slight twinge in my crotch as I exerted my power over her.

She scampered off quickly, still naked, out of the bedroom towards the kitchen. I rolled onto my back and started laughing, something I didn't think I would be capable of ever again after yesterday. God, I felt great having released my inner demons on Henrietta last night. It gave me balance and strength, but more importantly, it helped me understand what Beth was looking for in her submissive and where she would gain the most pleasure. More importantly, it also showed me how I could dampen her cravings and minimise her interest in me. It would take time, given how much she hated me right now, but at least I knew what I needed to do.

My mind then swivelled back to a world where Beth was lying prostrate at my feet as I whipped her hard with a crop over and over while she cried and begged for mercy. Of course, I gave her none and laughed in her face as her life essence drained out of her limp, defenceless body.

"Would you like your breakfast in bed or at the table, goddess?" Henrietta asked, kneeling in the bedroom doorway.

I noticed she had dressed without my permission and smiled to myself that it was too good an opportunity to miss.

"Come here, you fucking stupid bitch."

She looked alarmed and confused but slid forward on her knees all the same.

"Who the fuck said you could get dressed?" I asked in my perfect rage voice.

"Erm..sorry goddess...I just thought.."

"You didn't think fucking anything, you selfish, disrespectful cunt."

I then slapped her hard across the face three times. I had left a near-perfect red handprint on the side of her face, which I stopped to admire. I could see the pain visible in her face, and it aroused me again. I needed more.

"Did that hurt bitch?"

"Yes, Goddess. But it's ok."

"I know it's fucking ok because I say it is. Who gives a shit what you think anyway?" I then slapped her harder three times in the exact same place, knowing the stinging would be brutal. It brought a tear to her eye, which warmed my heart and sent a wave of power coursing through my body. My dominance was rising again, and I needed to feed it.

"Thank me for the tears bitch."

"Thank you, Goddess."

I then slapped her again three times in the same place, knowing it would sting like hell. There were now blood blisters on her cheek, and my hand was stinging me badly. She broke down into a flood of tears.

"Thank me for the tears, I said your ungrateful whore."

Henrietta pleaded between the tears and pain, "Thank you, my beautiful Goddess. You are so kind to me with your attention." She then reached over and kissed each of my feet.