Remote ControlSubmitted by: tweeny
I was hooked from my first click on her web site. Never had I seen a picture of a more strikingly beautiful yet strong and imposing woman. The haughty and disdainful look in Goddess Anne's eye rocked to the heart of my submissive nature. I knelt before the computer as commanded and clicked Enter. This would be the end of my days as a free man.
Inside Goddess Anne's web site was an even more imperious photo. Dressed in a business skirt and white blouse wearing stockings and high heels. Her blonde hair tied back, seated on a single lounge taken from the perspective of having your face at her feet, looking up at her hypnotic beauty. I was instantly erect and my hand went to touch my penis. I began reading the text:
Get that hand off your tiny cock wimp. You have entered my site and you will do things my way from now on. This site is all about ME! Get used to it. You are an insignificant male whose only hope of having a validated existence is to devote your entire life to serving an all-powerful Goddess. I will make your whole life about me, every waking minute and even your dreams will be about me.
How? You may ask. Well two ways really. If you really want to experience the true joy of being owned by a beautiful Goddess you just have to do four things:
After that you will wait for contact. Do not attempt to contact me in any circumstances. See slave, it is so easy! now get to it, your Goddess is waiting!
I read the rules with excitement; my fantasy world was racing. The thought of being controlled by this Glorious Goddess was arousing me. It was scary to think about obeying and handing over control. Then I would glance at the picture and think do it do it do it. I lived alone, hadn't had a girlfriend in 12 years since I was 15 and even then we only ever kissed. I decided to go for it and sent away for the belt and organised the bank account. I filled out the extensive application form which wanted to know everything about my job, income, assets, skills. Also about spending habits, expenses, hobbies, games interests etc. It took hours to fill it out
It was a couple of weeks before I received the belt. I was excited when I opened it and went straight to my favourite photo on the web site to open it front of my goddess. At first I was so hard I couldn't get the belt on. I got some ice (which did the trick) and was able to lock myself in the belt. I immediately felt my erection strain against the casing. It hurt a little but was bearable. I typed my e-mail with the application form and hit send. The adrenaline raced. I prepared the envelope for the keys etc, sealed it up and walked to the post box. I hesitated before dropping it in, my heart was racing. I thought again of the picture of Goddess Anne looking down on me and dropped the letter in.
It was two weeks since I received the first e-mail from Goddess Anne. I was so excited. It commanded me to meet in a specified chat room. I was to be naked with web cam on me at 3 AM in the morning. It was only then that I realised that serving a Goddess on the other side of the world meant that time zone issues were going to cause me a lot of discomfort.
I couldn't sleep as I waited for three AM. After more than two weeks in the belt I was the horniest I had ever been. I was in the chat room and ready to go at 2:30AM. I was not until 4AM that Goddess came on line.
After greeting me and welcoming me to her "clutch" of slaves, Goddess asked about my CB 2000. I told her how frustrated I was and she asked if I would like release. I begged her to; the rest of the conversation went like this:
Goddess Anne: Before I grant you release there are number of tasks for you to complete. Firstly you will change your nickname to tweeny after that tiny appendage between your legs. (I did so immediately). Tomorrow at work you will change your bank account details at work to the new account which I control where your pay will be deposited. You will purchase a picture phone which you will have on you 24/7 and which only I will have the number for. That way I can check up on you at any time I wish. You will also transfer all but $120 dollars in you current account to the account I control, which should last you till next payday. From then on I will transfer you a monthly allowance to survive on. Looking at your.application form there are a number of areas in which you can reduce expenditure on yourself. You are going to have to cut back on a lot of things. Here is a list of forbidden items for you: Beer, wine, spirits, ciggarettes, coffee, tea, chocolate, sweets, any type of entertainment, biscuits, restaurant food, take away food, taxi's and television for starters.
Tweeny: Yes Goddess
Goddess Anne. Besides working to contribute to Goddess's well being the other important part of your life is worship. You will erect an altar to me in your house. You may print pictures from this site to decorate it with It will be kept immaculately at all times. On my personal items page you will see a list of my objects for sale. You should be saving up out of your allowance to purchase these things to decorate your altar with. Ritual is extremely important in the life of a slave. It keeps you focussed on your only goal in life ie honouring and serving your Goddess. When your alarm rings first thing in the morning you will kneel before your altar and recite Fifty times:
"May all my works thoughts and actions of this day be for the benefit of Goddess Anne. I promise to work hard, fulfil my worship duties and to be as frugal as possible for the benefit of my Goddess. I am the property of Goddess Anne and all that I have and do is for my Goddess."
Then at lunchtime you will take 5-minute breaks, where you will look at a wallet-sized photo of me and say 20 times. "I work hard for my Goddess, I deny myself for my Goddess, and I am owned by my Goddess."
Then Before bed you will take some time to go over the actions of the day and examine your conscience. You will ask yourself the following questions and record the answers for my inspection. Failure to record anything will be punished and I know that no slave is perfect so take this exercise very seriously if you want to pleases your Goddess:
You may be wondering about penance. This is a little game I play when I offer release to my slaves. It's your chance to bargain! I try and see how much daily penance ie self inflicted pain and discomfort you are willing to commit to on a daily basis in order to convince me to release you! Sounds like fun doesn't it? And Guess who is in the best bargaining position? That's right! You're glorious Goddess Anne! We will explore that more after your first release.
On completing your examination of conscience you will once more kneel before your Altar and with nose to ground complete your evening worship, repeating 50 times:
"I am honoured for the privilege of devoting my life to the service of you, Goddess Anne. Thank you for the privilege of devoting this day to you. Tomorrow I will strive to serve you more humbly, more diligently, more obediently, more frugally and more thankfully. To suffer for your sake is an honour. I am all thine and all that I have is thine Most Glorious Goddess Anne. I have but one Goddess, and that is you, the most Superior Goddess Anne."
Now I will wait to see your nest pay deposited and the arrival of my picture phone. I will call you on that two weeks after I get it. For that week I will expect you to be "on call" that is one ring away from 5AM to 6 AM. You will kneel before my altar with a trouser coat hanger ie one with clips on it clipped to your tits and a string bag with 8 lemons in ithanging from the hook. Then we may start bargaining for release. You will begin living the life with your first examination of conscience tonight. Is everything understood?
Tweeny: Yes Goddess Anne.
Goddess Anne: Till then remember only your Goddess
Tweeny: Yes Goddess
With that she logged out of the chat room. I was feeling incredibly aroused, I was starting to realise this was no game. She had me by the balls all right and I just acquiesced. I thought I may have got release that night but it wasn't to be. The next day I changed my account at work, transferred my savings, bought the picture phone and sent it off to Goddess Anne. I followed the rituals as best as I could and was hard on myself at examination. I began the on call requirements right on time the first day of that week. The arousal was starting to send me crazy I would do anything for relief. The pain on my tits was agony. It wasn't until the last day of the week at 5:55 that Goddess finally called.
I turned on the phone and immediately showed her my situation.
Goddess Anne: Good boy tweeny, now we can talk about your first release.
Tweeny: Thank You Oh Thank You Goddess, I am soooo frustrated,
Goddess Anne: Slow down tweeny, I said talk about, not grant release
Tweeny: Yes Goddess Anne (in a resigned tone of voice)
Goddess Anne: Come now tweeny, I expect you to suffer joyfully and gratefully. I don't like sooky slaves. Now I have one more request before I set a date for your first release.
Tweeny: Yes Mistress (in a happier tone of voice)
Goddess Anne. I have had one of my accountant slaves look at your financial situation. Now I see you are paying $1000 a month on your mortgage. That is a lot out of your salary each month. Now my accountant slave did some research and has found an agent who could get $400 a week rent for your place. He also said you could rent a bedsit in Campbelltown for only $90 a week. That will pay for your mortgage and your rent and leave a profit of about 340 a month for your Goddess. Then when the loan is paid off in 7 years I will allow you to sign your house over to me! Nothing excites your Goddess more than property ownership.
Tweeny: But Goddess Campbelltown is well over an hour each day to work and back.
Goddess Anne: That's not a complaint is it? Like I said I don't like sooky slaves
Tweeny: Sorry Goddess, I didn't mean to complain, it is a chance to think of better ways to serve you Goddess.
I was scared and scrambling
Goddess Anne. Lucky for you tweeny! Now when you have moved you will e-mail me and then go on call each morning until I call. Goodbye.
With that she hung up.
It took three weeks to arrange tenants and for me to move out. I had really changed. I began working much harder and conscientiously and at the end of a couple of weeks I received a thank you from my boss. It seemed she also had noticed a change in me. I was living on a very basic but healthy diet. Oatmeal for breakfast (no salt, milk or sugar), Bread with either sardines baked beans or ripe banana for lunch, either a brown rice or pasta meal at night. My only drink is water.
By the time I had moved in and was ready to e-mail Goddess I counted it was 2 months since I first locked on the belt; my balls felt heavy and a bit sore. This time it was 10 days into being on call with the coat hanger and lemons before my Goddess called.
Goddess Anne: Hi tweeny show me you tits!
(I let her view my predicament)
Goddess Anne: Good slave. Now I suppose you are interested in hearing about your first release.
Tweeny: Yes Goddess, please, please
Goddess Anne: Stop your whining. There is one more thing to put in place before I am pleased tweeny. And you wouldn't want release if your Goddess wasn't totally pleased would you?
Tweeny: of course not Goddess. (Without thinking)
Goddess Anne: I am glad you agree. I want to deal with the issue of your free time. You are home by 6:30 each night so there is your evenings and your weekend. I want you to find a job as a pizza delivery boy for 6 nights a week. You may have Monday night off. I want you to find one for a large chain that has a stupid uniform. I would prefer you have a female boss just like your full time job but it is not compulsory. All your pay is to be directed to the account I control as well as your tips. For the weekends I want you to make a billboard that you wear, covering you from shoulder to shoes and written on both sides "Rent this space" with my phone number. You will choose where you go but wherever it must there must be plenty of people around. You will work from 8 AM till 6 PM on Sat and 9 to 5PM on Sunday. My human billboard! What an honour for you tweeny! You will send me photo's every hour to prove you have done it and I better get some offers for advertising on your billboard. After sending me your photo's of your first day's work at both jobs, you will go "on call again" this time from 4:30AM to 6:00 AM. Bye tweeny
She hung up.
It took two weeks to get the pizza job. The boss was a man but my supervisor was a woman. I hoped that would placate my Goddess. She was a young attractive Chinese girl; named Lee who allocated the jobs and prided herself on being as efficient as possible. She didn't tolerate any slackness at all. . It was a bit of a drive from work so I had to drive straight from work and get changed in the bathroom. We had to stay till 11:30 and even when it was quite Lee would never let us go home early.
I started the billboard on the first weekend after the phone call from Goddess. I went into the City and wandered around the harbour and Opera House. Standing all day with the heavy signage got very tiring. My legs and shoulders were quite sore. I was glad to get home on Saturday night and rest before getting out there again on Sunday. Mid week I received a text message from Goddess Anne saying she had found a sponsor for my billboard and that they would be sending posters to stick on it The ad was for "Crazy Johns" mobile phone's, they even sent a crazy hat I had to wear. I had two more weekends of being a billboard before I would have to do my pizza job as well.
Finally I had the required photos and sent them to Goddess. I went "on call" each morning again. I was surviving on 4 and a half-hours sleep. After two weeks Goddess finally called. It was now three months in the chastity belt. Unfortunately on the morning Goddess called I had dozed off and the phone rang three times before I answered it.
Goddess Anne: How dare you keep me waiting tweeny! You are "on call" and have only one ring to answer it. I was going to discuss your release today but if you are going to keep me waiting, I will keep you waiting much longer. You are to remain on call till I ring again.
Before I could say anything she hung up.
It was three more weeks before she called again. I was becoming like an automaton. Worship and work, worship and work, I was obsessed with my Goddess. I was trying as hard as I can in all my jobs, even the most menial ones to work as hard as possible for my Goddess. I was finding it hard to even make time for basic grocery shopping and domestic chores. Finally the phone rang. This time I answered promptly.
Goddess Anne: Lucky for you this time tweeny. Well we have done a good job making use of your time and now I see you have just one night off a week on Monday nights. Almost your whole life now is spent in service to me. Aren't you lucky slave?
Tweeny: Yes Goddess
Goddess Anne. If only we could find a useful task for you on Monday nights. Well the good news tweeny is that we have. With the help of one of my gay friends we have found a man in Sydney who is willing to pay to have is way with you. Every Monday night you will go to his house and do whatever he asks you. He will pay me directly. Now it is important he is happy because he has promised extra cash if you can fulfil his wishes. I have sent him your photo and he is happy to try you out. He is after and obedient, submissive, compliant bum boy to entertain him and his partner. He wants you to come dressed as a slut with a well-lubricated arse. If you perform as required this will become a regular gig for you and then I might consider setting a release date. You may go and buy some slutty clothes and send me a photo of you in them before your first night as a bum boy.
Goddess sent me the address and hung up.
For the first time in this saga I was truly scared. It was nearly 4 months now, I was working my guts out, lost contact with all my friends, and I was living in a tiny bedsitter and didn't have one minute for myself. Now the Goddess was pimping me out. Immediately these negative thoughts scared me. I would have to confess my reluctance at examination of conscience. I went back to chanting my worship chants. I snuck out at lunchtime and bought a short skirt, pull up stockings, high heels, and a tie up blouse, wig and make up. If I wanted the fulfilment of being owned I had to snuff out any thought of rebelling and bend my will to that of my Goddess. As I walked back to my car I made myself chant "I am all thine and all that I have and do is for my supreme Goddess Anne".
On returning home from work the next Monday I dressed in my slutty clothes and sent a picture to my Goddess. I was surprised when she immediately phoned back. She ordered me to shave my legs and underarm's and to wiggle my bum when walking. I struggled in the heels and was feeling a sense of trepidation.
"I'm sensing some reluctance tweeny"
"No Goddess, your will is my will"
I tried to sound as sincere as I could
"I see you admitted to some doubts in you examination of conscience"
"Yes Goddess but I have increased my worship and try to block those negative thoughts immediately."
"Well you better do a good job for Gavin and his partner or we may have to do some serious re-education."
"Now don't be late for Gavin and remember to address him as Master, understood?"
I drove over to the address I was given, unfortunately there wasn't much parking, and I would have to walk nearly a kilometre in my slutty uniform to get to the house. I heard a few giggles as I walked past a group of girls; another guy gave me a wolf whistle. I was feeling scared and embarrassed. I went back to chanting to myself. Finally I reached the door of Gavin's house and rang the doorbell. The door opened
There was a muscular well-built young guy of about 25.
"Hello there, what do you want darling?"
"I'm tweeny I was told to meet Gavin here."
"Oh goody, the slut in the chastity belt, now come on in and I will prepare you for Gavin. Now my name is Steve and you will address me as Sir and Gavin as Master while in this house."
I was led downstairs to a cellar. It was in fact a dungeon. The walls were lined with straps canes dildo's blindfolds and lots of other BDSM paraphernalia. On one side Steve led me to a medieval looking device. While standing I was made to bend over and rest my neck on the wooden groove and my wrists on the smaller grooves either side. Steve then slid down a symmetrical piece of wood that locked my head and hand hands in. The pieces were then locked with a giant padlock
"Stick that bum of yours up higher tweeny, "
With that Steve gave my bum a whack.
It was awkward with my high heels on; the strain on my calf muscle was great. Steve then yanked my panties down around my ankles limiting any sideways movement of my legs. He lifted my skirt up and exposed my backside.
"Now Master Gavin, likes me to prepare his roots in a very special way. He likes his arses nice and red so prepare for a little pain tweeny"
With that Steve started strapping my arse with a paddle, after about 50 whacks he brought out the cane and laid that on hard, overcutting the overcuts. Tears were forming in my eyes. When I started to sob Steve said
"Now take it like a man you little slut, if I have to report that you cried you may never be allowed to have that belt off"
Another 20 whacks and I was quivering in agony. Steve then fondled my arse and chastity belt before lubing me up.
It was then that Master Gavin walked in. Three words describe him: tall, fat and ugly, he spoke in a feminine voice
" Oh Steve, it looks like you've prepared my new toy just the way I like it. You know me so well darling. What's her name?
"tweeny, Gavin, after the size of her weeny,,ha..ha"
"Are you ready to please your master, tweeny?"
As he said that he poked a finger up my bum and ran his hand over my locked genitals
"Yes Mater Gavin"
"And I believe your release depends on my report to your Goddess"
"That's right Master" I replied
He walked in front of me undid his trousers and pulled out his cock
"You will suck this as if your life depended on it slut"
With that I began licking his cock, long strokes up the shaft
"C'mon Steve you take the other end and see if we can come together"
Steve then walked behind me and started fucking my arsehole. I was being violated from both ends. After a while Gavin started thrusting into my mouth, I was gagging and choking but trying as hard as I could to please. As Gavin started to moan as he reached climax he said
"You better swallow every last drop slut"
Then they both came at the same moment. I tried to swallow all masters' come but a little dripped from my mouth. When master Gavin saw it he said
"Disobedience! I will have to report that to your Goddess"
I was caned again then made to suck them both to a second erection before they swapped ends and did it all again.
I was sent home a few hours later. Feeling very sore and very sorry for myself. If I looked trashy before hand I looked trashed now. My arse was aching inside and out. As I walked home I began to feel angry but straight away recognised that I would have to record these negative thoughts at examination of conscience when I returned home. I began a chant " I do all that I can and am happy to obey my Goddess as faithfully as possible."
On arriving home I undressed, showered and began my examination of conscience and nightly worship. I was fighting back the tears as I chanted. I had a night of disruptive sleep fuelled by nightmares
The next day Goddess sent an e-mail informing me she had received a bad report from Gavin for not swallowing all his cum and that I wouldn't be coming until I had 3 good reports in a row from Gavin.
For the next eight weeks I went through similar sessions with Gavin and Steve and sometimes some of Gavin's friends. My Goddess had given me new chants that she said would make me a better slut for Gavin. Such as "I'm a dirty slut boy who loves it up the arse" "I love nothing more than swallowing Master Gavin's giant cock". I had a couple of good reports from Master Gavin but this was the first time I had strung two in a row, if I received a good report this time I would finally get release.
The chanting was working; I was actually beginning to look forward to it. I was acting more and more like a slut, shoving my arse out and begging for Master Gavin's cock, I worked on it like a maniac and swallowed every last drop. At the end of the session with Gavin and Steve I was left alone, locked in the hold for about half and hour.
Gavin returned with Tony a huge black guy and announced the news that I was going to receive a good report. He then moved the TV around so I could see it and put on a DVD of Goddess Anne. She looked absolutely divine in a simple black dress stockings and heels. She said, "Congratulations you have finally been given the right to release. You will remain in the hold, while Tony takes you from behind keeping your eyes fixed on my divine image and repeat "I am all yours and all that I have is yours Oh divine Goddess Anne". Meanwhile Gavin will jerk you off and immediately lock you up again after you come. And remember I like it when you come quickly.
Well the boys went to work on me and after Gavin unlocked me it only took a few skilful jerks of my underused dick for me to explode into orgasm. Tony continued to bang me for about 15 minutes by which time I was well and truly locked up again.
As I went home that night I was still buzzing from the most intense orgasm of my life. It had been six months of chastity .I sure hoped it wouldn't be as long till the next orgasm. I had thought that when Goddess sent me the keys I would have a chance to perhaps escape. But the way she did it gives me no chance of escaping. After thinking that I admonish myself. This is not the correct headspace for a slave. I return to an approved chant:
"May my every thought be of you Goddess Anne
I return home, do my examination of conscience and as I go to bed I look at the clock. Midnight
I crash knowing 6 hours sleep til morning worship.
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