0 comments/ 16873 views/ 0 favorites Aphrodite's Ch. 01 By: pedic7717 Aphrodite, also known as Venus, Goddess of Love... "She was born on a sandy beach of Cyprus, on a beautiful sunny morning, by the union of Uranus and the surf of the sea. Hores and Charites, nymphs who found her while playing nearby, took Her to Olympus and dressed Her, thus described the birth of the most beautiful Goddess ever stepped foot on Olympus, the Goddess of beauty : Golden hair, together with sea surf were suddenly all around us. Before we could reason what was happening, a beautiful woman, riding on a sea shell smiled at us... We dressed her in ever so pretty clothes, warmed Her body and made Her a necklace for Her marble- white neck from silver- golden plated gems..." I suddenly closed the magazine and looked around. Nonsense! Fairytales! I thought. I looked around. Nobody here. "There's no Aphrodite here," I said to myself. "And even if there was, she would have more important things to do rather than deal with me and my loneliness." I looked at the sky with a sad expression on my face. It's too hot and the sun is burning. Time is so still when you're alone, even when you're reading. And the sand is so hot! I took off all of my remaining clothes and ran to the sea completely naked. I took a dive into the calm water. I like the feel of water around me, its gentle hug, the feeling of weightlessness. So perfect, so cool, so relaxing, so lonely ... I was on the edge of coming out, when I saw a woman's figure walking along the beach, staring at me. - "Oh God! When will she go away, so that I can come out of the water," I thought. I kept swimming, hopping that she will soon get bored and leave me alone. "She must be teasing me," I thought when I saw her waving a piece of clothing at me, more like mocking me. I suddenly froze in panic. It wasn't any a piece of clothing! That was my swimming suit! - "Could you please give back my suit and let me dress, please?" I asked. - "Oh why! Do you thing that you might scare me by being naked?" she answered smiling, still waving her trophy flag. - "Ok you win, what must I do to win my suit back?" I asked with despair. - "Well... let me think," she said and kept smiling meaningfully. - "Alright! But make it quick, because I don't feel so comfortable here Miss ..." - "Aphrodite, you may call me Aphrodite." ... The alarm clock went on and on at six o'clock on a summer Sunday morning and dragged me back to reality. Am I still dreaming, or is it real? "Wake up you fool!" I said to myself. I must get ready, I must be ready. I quickly took a shower, put some clothes on, wore my restraint as I always do, checked my collar that I constantly wear for some time now and harried to the kitchen to make breakfast. I also checked that there was plenty of warm water for the bath, prepared Your clothes, filled the bath tab with lukewarm water, pouring a good helping of Your favorite bubble bath. Hoping that everything was in order I anxiously waited for You to wake up. It was only too soon that I heard the familiar bell ringing. The bell that I had installed in Your bedroom as You wished. I hurried and stood outside the bedroom door, holding Your breakfast dish. I knock once and wait. - "Come in," I hear Your sweet lovely voice. You still talk to me very politely, although we spent together so much time during my training and regeneration from a useless male, to a useful slave. You were still polite, even when You had to punish me, sometimes very hard, I must admit. Surely a Lady like You doesn't need to make Her slaves feel inferior. She's simply enormously superior. In any case, I'm just a humble slave now. Who am I to understand or even question the ways of a Goddess ... Thank You very much for everything Mistress. I carefully open the door and enter Your bedroom holding the breakfast dish. - "Good Morning Mistress," I whisper with utter respect, keeping my eyes staring low, as You always wish. I place the dish on the bed. You nod me towards the window and I hurry up to open it. I then return by Your bed and kneel waiting orders. - "The juice was nicely prepared today," You tell me laughing with joy. - "Thank You very much Mistress for your nice words," I whisper. Mistress doesn't like loud voices when she wakes up, I remember that only too well. - "Is my bath ready?" You ask joyfully. - "Yes Mistress, as You ordered," I reply promptly. - "Help me," you say and with a swift move of Your hands You draw away the bed sheets, revealing Your divine body. "Oh God! Such a beauty!" I think as I see You dressed in Your silk night dress that shows the supreme beauty of Your body. But there is no reason for any delay. I stand up and come close to You, bending slightly, like so many times in the past. You wrap Your hands around my neck, trusting Your divine body on my strong hands. I gently lift You up, like I always do and carry You to the bathroom. I am ever so anxious, not to distress the priceless crystal treasure in my bare hands. I wait outside, until you call me again. I help You undress and step into the bath tab. I am overwhelmed by the looks of Your perfect naked body. I manage to stay calm, remembering my first training days, and the marking made by the small but effective whip, more like a riding crop. The whip that You often use to bring me back from the world of total pleasure to the world of total submission. You lay down in the tab slowly, resting Your head on a bathroom pillow specially designed for Your comfort. You sigh happily in total relief. - "Undress please!" You order, "you cannot be dressed while I am naked." I immediately obey, cursing myself for my mistakes and in no time I stand in front of You totally naked, apart from my collar and restraint. You inspect me closely from top to bottom, smiling meaningfully at the site of the collar and restraint. - "You may begin," You order me, as soon as inspection is over. I carefully pour water on Your silky hair and taking some shampoo on the tips of my fingers, I carefully start shampooing Your hair, with slow circular movements, using the tips of my fingers only, just as You like it. I then carefully rinse them. Using the natural sponge that You always prefer, I begin rubbing You gently, starting from the neck, going down to Your chest. I try not to stare at your beautifully shaped nipples, as a last resort to avoid the inevitable, without due permission. - "Is your restraint properly fastened?" You ask. - "Yes Mistress, as You ordered me," I answer still gently rubbing Your chest, letting water droplets play happily with Your nipples. You lay down and relax to my treatments. Water always acts sensually on Your body. Your nipples get harder, You start shuddering. - "Very good, because I might need you. And I need you to be pure. Carry on!" You tell me meaningfully. By "pure" Mistress means that I am never to come without permission, under any circumstances. I still remember my early training days when You used to mark my dick and bottom with Your whip whenever I came and "wet my self" without permission. The pain never lets you forget this kind of training. Ever so gently I rub Your belly, with circular movements, just like You have taught me so many times before. I gently spread Your legs and very softly I start rubbing the most erogenous part of Your body, between Your thighs. The "little one" as You prefer to call it. My touch is so soft, like trying to clean a baby's skin. My restraint starts working on me, eating me, hurting me. But I must go on. Your bath must be carried out according to the protocol set by You. If not, I surely know that I shall be punished hard, although the worst punishment is to know that I've failed You. You begin to sigh with little screams of desire, while You rhythmically swing Your hips inside the water. Lucky me, bubbles obscure the magnificent action, or else my restraint would be of no use, or out of order! - "Not yet, I want my bath now," You tell me - "Yes Mistress," I quickly answer, realizing that You do not want to come yet. You simply want to finish with Your bath. I carry on rubbing Your thighs. You lift one foot from the water and place it on my chest. I go on gently rubbing with the sponge working towards Your calve and Your well shaped ankle You rub Your foot on my chest. I carefully take it into my hands, holding it gently by the heel, and place generous sweet kisses on Your divine toes. I slightly suck each one of Your toes, thanking You for the great honor of letting me serve You. On with the other foot now. The skin on Your toes is like velvet resting on fresh grass. So nice, so soft, so fragile. I open the tab to let water out and rinse Your divine body with warm water. I cannot hold myself anymore and manage to peek a look on You, dressed with a woman's beauty only. So magnificent, divine, Goddess ... Aphrodite! Suddenly Your hand slaps me hard on the face. - "Never forget who you are and where you are. I never do," You say with a strict voice. - "I am so sorry Mistress, it will never happen again," I mumble with anxiety, knowing that I have stressed Your limits. And this is going to cost me, I only know it too well. You slowly stand up. I help You out of the tab. You step on a small towel, while I dry You with soft fluffy cotton towels from top to toes. Finaly I kneel in front of You, bow down and kiss Your divine feet - "Thank You very much Mistress for giving me the greatest honor of all: to allow me to serve You. I am Your humble slave for ever. Please forgive the mistakes of a worthless slave. Your wish is my command!" You giggle and press my head further down with Your left foot. - "I know slave. Now take me back to my bed. It's time for your breakfast. You don't deserve it, but I do. No more delays, please. Your services warmed me up and I want to cool down," You say meaningfully. - "Certainly Mistress!" I joyfully reply, knowing the meaning of what is to come. I again carefully carry You on my arms, like holding cotton buds and carefully place You on the edge of the bed. I then kneel in front of You, keeping my eyes down, not able to withstand the perfect naked magnificent beauty of Your body. You spread Your legs apart and You quickly pull my head between Your thighs. - "Lick me slave! Mistress offers you breakfast. Don't waste it!" You command with excitement. My well trained tongue quickly finds its target. I dive deep into Your fragrances, hungrily sucking every bit of womanhood and sex juice You generously provide. You soon begin swaying back and forth pulling me harder towards You. Your long drown out sighs tell that the most sacred moment is about to come. The moment of Your orgasm, the most sacred moment for me too, since I am part of the ceremony. Your juices are thicker, sweeter, and deliciously erotic now. I feel that my restraint is cutting me in half. But I don't care anymore. You wrap Your legs around me, I can hardly breath. I continue my rhythm, licking and sucking everything that the "little one" has to offer. My lips are aching, my breath is taken away, my eyes are biting me and tears come out. You strongly pull my hair, driving me to Your rhythm. I ache all over but do not feel the pain anymore. My only goal is to please You. My body begins to shake, dancing a sacred dance with Your divine body. Your body shakes too. Your breath becomes heavy, your screams get louder. Steadily, with a long drown sensual scream of passion, pleasure, delight, among forceful spasms, mercifully comes the climax of Your orgasm, the peak of the sacred ceremony. I hear trumpet sounds, I see smiling people running around, shouting, animals hunting, animals hunted, dancers spinning around wrapped in a colorful cloud. Everybody and everything praises the Goddess to the climax of Her existence. The ultimate pleasure... Slowly Your spasms become lighter. Your body relaxes, Your feet touch the ground, Your voice becomes softer, Your breath, slows down. The moment of tranquility... I go on softly licking You, tracing spots that I might have missed. You taste deliciously, You smell divine. Your skin is like marble with a velvet finish. I don't stop ... my face is covered by the nectar of Your sacred juices, a valuable gift to Your worthless slave. You push me to the floor with Your foot, a sign that the pilgrimage to the flowery forest is almost over. The ceremony has commenced, I must be prepare for the next part. You slowly lie down on Your back, with a sigh of utter relief. I patiently wait on the floor by Your feet, until You calm down and regain Your strength. For one more time, I take the liberty to peek Your sacred forest of desire. I'm sure that You are aware of this, but I'm unable to resist such a wonderful sight. A sight that is worthy of all the punishments in the world for the rest of my lowly life... My face strongly smells of Your sacred juices, causing my restraint to inflict inconceivable pain on me, bringing me back to reality. But I don't care, since I was able to satisfy You one more time... You nod to me to go on. You don't have to speak; I perfectly know what to do. You have trained me only too well. I get up and rush to the bathroom. I carefully wash my face, regrettably washing away, Your sacred juicy seal. I prepare a small basin with lukewarm water, babble bath soap and a small natural sponge, like the one we use for babies. I grab a soft towel and hurry back to Your room kneeling in front of You between Your legs. - "May I wash You Mistress?" I softly ask in a whispering voice. I must wait for Your answer before going on, even if I have to wait for the rest of the day. - "Yes you may proceed," You tell me spreading Your legs apart. With the outmost care, I start washing You between Your thighs, making sure that I do not upset You in any way. My touch is so soft that the sponge barely touches Your skin. You have told me that You always enjoy this moment and I must not hurry at all. After some time, I finish with Your sacred wash and softly dry You with the fluffy towel. My touch is so carefully soft, like touching petals from a freshly cut rose. You have trained me perfectly for this. Finally I bent and place a warm soft kiss on the entrance of Your shrine. - "I have finished Mistress! Thank ever so much for giving me the honor to serve You." I finally say. You nod to me that You want to get dressed. I immediately obey and help You get dressed with You clothes, Your mini skirt and Your open toe summer shoes. As soon as I finish, I kneel in front of You, waiting orders. - "I expect you to be ready for me by noon. Stay pure," You say and leave the room without any further words. - "Certainly Mistress, Your wish is my command!" I quickly reply, although I'm not sure if You ever heard me. Home alone! I start working non- stop. I clean the bathroom, so as to be ready next time You need it. I prepare Your room. I gather the laundry and put it in the washer switching it on. I carefully tide up the house, mope the floor of the bathroom and Your room, as You have ordered. You always wish that I do the household chores naked, so that I better see the truth concerning who I am and what I do. It doesn't bother be anymore, in fact I'm beginning to like it, simply because You like it. I am convinced that the sole purpose of my existence is for Your own pleasure only. I seek pleasure and satisfaction just by knowing that I satisfy You, in any way You wish appropriate. - "Do not let Your mind wander," I say to myself, worrying that I might waste my time and not be ready for You when You come back. I think I'll prepare a juicy beef steak roasted on charcoal for lunch. Mistress likes it very much. Somehow I hope that I might get away with my punishment for misbehaving in the morning. I prepare the steak for the fire and I roast it around noon, at the garden barbeque. Luckily for me, You have given me the liberty to wear robe when I rarely go out, or in the event that somebody comes in and You're absent. Whenever You are present, it is totally up to You to decide if I'm to be dressed or naked. While the steak is roasting, a prepare Your favorite green salad. When the meat is ready I put it in the keep- warm chamber, hoping that You will not be late and enjoy the steak juicy and well done as You like it. It's almost noon by now. I look around anxiously, in case I forgot anything. I hope not. "Mother of God!" I forgot to prepare the table. I hurry up and make the table according to Your instructions. I was caught careless yet for another time, I think with grief. I just have time to take a quick shower. My restraint adds to my painful agony, after so many times of sexual denial. I'm almost tempted to take it off. "Never!" I say to myself. I'll withstand the ordeal, because this is my Mistress' wish. I quickly dry myself with a towel. I'm so tired, the day is half way through and Mistress is always very demanding. I hear Your car entering the garage. I rush and kneel by the door, bowing deep until my forehead touches the floor. You open the door, but I can only see the floor. I do sense Your divine presence though. Like a dog that acknowledges its mistress. - "Welcome home Mistress!" I say to You with a pinch of agony in my voice. The kind of agony every slave must feel at the presence of his Mistress. - "Thank you slave!" You reply and slightly lift my head with the tip of Your shoe. "What have You prepared for Your Mistress today?" You ask. - "Roasted steak Mistress!" I answer with anxiety in my voice. - "Very good. You may serve me then." You add. You sit in the dining room and I serve Your meal, pouring a glass of Your favorite red wine. The hi- fi plays Your favorite music. I then kneel beside You, in front of the dog bowl that You allowed me to use when I eat and wait with by hands back. You lean and drop some food in the bowl. I do not know what it is. - "Eat properly!" You order me. - "Thank You very much Mistress!" I manage to reply. I already know what You mean and lean down to the bowl, trying to eat, using my mouth only, hands still at the back. I can feel that You watch me closely while I'm eating. I don' feel shame anymore. It has always been Your wish to feed me this way. And since it is Your wish, it's a great privilege and pleasure for me to obey. I don't know what I'm actually eating. It has a strange taste. But I wouldn't dare to ask what it is. After all, I have total trust on You Mistress. I could eat anything from You. You know this only too well... - "Go and clean yourself!" You order me when You finish Your meal. - "Yes Mistress! Thank You very much for Your generous offer." I promptly reply. I rush to the bathroom and wash my face from the food bits stuck all over. I must find a way to be more efficient and not mess up next time, I think to myself. Even dogs can do it better! I return to the dining room and collect the dishes, take them to the kitchen and make You a cup of coffee. I take it to the living room together with a piece of apple pie on a coffee dish. You're already there. - "You are late!" You say to me in a serious voice. - "Please forgive me Mistress! I'm so clumsy; sometimes I fear I might break something." I mumble. I place the coffee dish on the sofa table nearby You and kneel by Your feet as I always do. - "Present Your self to me!" You tell me with a strict voice. I immediately understand what You mean. I straighten my back, and with my hands I hold my dick, still in its restraint. You examine it carefully with the tip of Your foot. - "Did You keep yourself 'pure' for your Mistress, slave?" You ask meaningfully. - "Yes Mistress! Your wish is my command!" I quickly reply Aphrodite's Ch. 02 Acquaintance "Please make up your mind miss Aphrodite, because I have to come out of the water and I surely need my bathing suit for this reason," I said boldly. - "Mrs. Aphrodite, if you please," the mysterious woman says, particularly stressing the word "Mrs". "I most probably came up with an eccentric woman," I thought as I abruptly turned my back to her, ready to go on with my swimming, although deep inside me, something urged me to turn back. I finally turn and look at her. The direct sun almost blinds my vision and I cannot have a clear view. I can only see a shapely figure. - "Alright mrs. Aphrodite, what can I do for you?" I finally ask sighing in despair. - "Please come closer! I can hardly hear you," she shouts back at me. I swim closer to her, trying to hide my naked body as much as I could, under the circumstances. She comes closer too. The sun obscures my vision for yet another time, not letting me see her face. She is wearing a hut, holding my bathing suit on one - "What can I do for you mrs. Aphrodite?" I ask her again. - "Maybe everything my boy, simply everything. But most importantly in the right manner and at the right time..." She says meaningfully and comes even closer. I stay still with my bum just rising slightly above the water, a small casualty in the battle to reach the beach. She approaches me and stands in front of me. Her feet sink deep in the wet sand. I can see a pair of shapely calves on beautiful ankles half hidden by the wet sand from my position. That's all I manage to see from here, not being able to look any higher. - "Ok. But at least, don't we have to start from somewhere?" I ask wondering with myself for not arguing her attitude and simply giving up with the dispute. I was never good at setting any kind of limits, I said to myself. - "Let's begin with proper rules of conduct then. Please rephrase your question," she says leaning towards me. Her presence gives me a peculiar feeling. I cannot move. I feel a strange numbness on my whole body. Like I am bound hand and foot by invisible daemons, maybe angels, soldiers or guards. The invisible guards of Aphrodite perhaps? - "What can I do for you mrs. Aphrodite?" I ask again. I suddenly feel a slight pain on my back, as she has just hit me using her shoes. - "Come on now! You can do better than this!" She insists, like a teacher waiting the right answer from her student. - "What do you want me to do mrs. Aphrodite?" I try again. I hear no reply while I receive a second hit on my back, this time even harder, maybe with the heel of her shoe. Under normal circumstances I would have stood up in front of her, clearly showing who's the strongest among us, maybe delivering "a few quick smacks" on her face, a phrase common among some friends of mine. I lay down still instead, grounded at her feet by her loyal guards. - "What do you want, for God's sake?" I finally ask with traces of panic, agony and resentment in my voice. This time she hit me really hard, maybe causing me to bleed. I'm now certain that I must be forcibly bound by invisible and invincible forces. I'm beginning to panic now. It's an ordeal! Or better say a test, I suddenly think to myself. Whatever it is, I need to find an answer, or else I need to find a drugstore or, even worse, a hospital... - "Oh my! Try to think for a while! Here, let me help you: what might a Lady ask from a man lying at Her Feet?" I hear her saying, repeating her last sentence stressing every word out, almost theatrically, like being spoken as part of an ancient act. Style, attitude, expression, I try to think in despair. I may need alternate words, ways of action, or even phrases. I'm beginning to get confused. I suddenly remember the magazine I was reading a few moments ago: ... Aphrodite, Goddess of love ... What should I do if a real Goddess was present? Maybe this is exactly what the mysterious woman surrounded by invisible guards demands from me. In any case, the fact of having invisible guards, doesn't it by itself prove that this woman is in fact a Goddess? Can someone feel pain while dreaming, or the pain on my back actually shows that what happens now happens in the real world? Is she driving me crazy, or I just drive into a crazy reality, a real virtuality? The magazine article and the mysterious woman. Can this be a coincidence? Something strange goes on around me, something that I'm unable to comprehend. - "What do you wish Madam?" I anxiously ask, fearing for the next hit. - "Simply to obey your Mistress," She finally says with a smiling voice. - "Alright then," I say with a relief in my voice. - Alright? Her voice becomes bold and dangerously cold again. - "Just alright?" She repeats, almost interrogating me... I feel the heel of her shoe ready to inscribe another message on my back. - "Yes Mistress!" I almost cry out in pain and agony. - "So you see you can talk the proper way after all, can' you?" She adds meaningfully. - "Follow me," She orders and turns her back to me, definitely certain that I would obey. I think that I feel invisible arms lifting me, dragging me closer to her. Or is it just my imagination? I follow her, trying hopelessly to hide my nakedness with my bare hands, trying to understand what's going on, or rather what's going around. She takes me to my belongings; she nods to me to collect them and leads me to a primitive shower, no doubt an invention by a romantic engineer, the only fresh water shower around. - "Clean yourself," She tells me, with an unquestionable manner in her voice I promptly obey. "What is happening to me?" I wonder. I'm totally naked in front of a stranger, simply doing whatever she wants. I have to react somehow. But what can I do? Her "Presence" nails me to the ground. Oh God, am I turning crazy? I think that "some strange thing" possesses me. Something unknown to me, that makes me see things in a completely different way.... The infamous guards might be in my mind only, but I'm still afraid of them. I do not dare do anything to go away, save myself. "Save myself from what?" I wonder. "Save myself from whom?" Am I in any danger? - "Please face me, I want to see you," She commands. I turn towards her, forgetting for a moment that I'm still naked. - "Keep your legs spread apart, hands on your waist," She continues. She examines me carefully, like someone who wants to find out what I'm made of. I feel humiliated and uncomfortable, as I slowly turn around me. Sun is distressingly hot and my back is aching. - "Not bad, you can do better; with the right effort. You need hard work though," She finally says. - "But what do you mean Mistress?" I ask hesitantly. - "Look into my eyes!" She commands and goes on. I look at her closely for the first time. Her feminine face was perfectly balanced, with two of the most exquisite eyes I've ever seen. "Eternal beauty" I think to myself. - "You are, who you are. You are not, who you were anymore," She adds up enigmatically. - "But..." I'm beginning to mumble looking her straight in the eyes. - "Silence! Don't you ever interrupt me! I haven't finished yet!" She abruptly says. "Next time you'll look into my eyes will be ... when you're given permission. I do not know if you're the one. We'll soon find out. I have to put you on trial. I cannot keep you just like that. And first of all I demand absolute obedience, respect and sincere devotion. These for starters..." She says in a strict voice. "What's going on?" I wonder. Where am I? Am I dreaming in my sleep, am I hallucinating? I feel like taking part in an absurd theatre. But the infamous guards prevent me from asking anything. I feel like being the spoils of a victorious campaign, being offered to the glorious Queen, who hasn't decided yet if she'll likes them or not... - "Put your clothes on and follow me," She orders, handing me her shoes to carry. - "Yes Mistress!" I promptly obey. - Mm! We finally reach her car. She unlocks it and sits on the driver's side feet outside. - "Hand me the shoes and bring me a bottle with freshwater. It's in the trunk." She commands me. I rush at the back and in no time I return with the bottle in my hands. She nods me to lean in front of her. She lazily extends her right foot, very well shaped, even with all this sand stuck on it. - "Clean it!" She commands pointing to her foot. Very carefully I rinse her foot with water and rubbing very gently, I remove the sand. I take special care in between her tender toes, doing my best not to distress her. - "Dry it," She orders handing me a towel. I promptly obey and gently dry her foot with the towel. - "Kiss it!" She commands. I look at her in confusion. She kicks me gently on the face, making me to loose my balance. - "I don't remember giving you permission to look an me in the eyes. Now kiss my foot," She says. I take her foot into my hands, holding it by the heel and place a gentle kiss on her toes. - "Carry on!" She says extending her foot more towards me. I go on kissing her foot with tender kisses, going from the tips of her toes, up to ankle high and back again. This must have lasted for more that a quarter of an hour. - "Enough!" She suddenly says giving me her shoe. I very carefully put it on her foot. She offers me her left foot and I start all over again with the drill. Washing, drying, foot- kissing for as long as she wished, until I'm finally ordered to put her shoe on. - "Put your belongings into the trunk and put yourself in as well. Pull the hood down from inside. Off we go now." She finally says. - "Shall I go into the trunk?" I dare to ask in confusion. She gently pushes me again with her foot, sending me to the ground. - "I don't take you for deaf. Are you by any chance an idiot?" She asks. - "No Mistress, I am not," I reply graciously. - "Then don't make me repeat the same things over and over again. It's very annoying, say the least tiresome!" She says. - Yes Mistress! I put my things in the trunk and jump in as well, pulling the hood above me. I'm packed in total darkness now. I feel the car moving. I'm also moving ... But I cannot see where to ... There is surely a difference between a car seat and a car trunk. Being in the trunk, all vibrations from the rear wheels reach me directly. All things inside the trunk are against me, mercilessly hitting me in every sudden move of the car. I have a strange feeling of being bought in a cattle market and now I'm driven back to the farm by my new owner. Or even being a hunted animal, the result of a possibly successful hunt. Yes, Goddess went hunting and I was caught in her snare. I should normally feel rage for what is happening to me. But I feel nothing anymore. Just like a trapped animal that has surrendered its fate to the hunters... I suddenly come up with a crazy idea: I'll wait till the trunk opens up. I'll then quickly jump out and run like hell to freedom away from my hunter. "That's exactly what I'll do!" I say to myself with pride, for thinking such a clever plan, a plan that has not being noticed by the infamous guards. My trapped animal instinct has spoken ... I feel the car slowing down. I can sense from its movements that is parking somewhere. I have no idea where I am taken. Maybe that was the reason I' was put in the trunk: to be unable to see where I was taken! Anyway I' m ready to make my move."Watch it! Don't get blinded by the sudden light!" I think to myself, happy that I've thought all the plan details. "Remember: When the hood opens, just jump out and run like hell. You'll be free in no time. Piece of cake man!" I say to myself. I hear the distinctive sound of the lock. The hood suddenly opens up. I quickly spring my head out, ready to leap like a cheetah to freedom. The sudden light doesn't blind me. I stay still for a fraction of time, confused by the fact that an anticipated stimulus is not there. I see walls all around me. There is a large garage door on one side. Better say a shut garage door... I stay frozen, half my body out of the trunk, realizing that this must be exactly the feeling that trapped animals have. The difference is that I'm not an animal. Or am I? She quickly leans over me and with a swift move she places a collar around my neck. I hear the safety click together with the sound of a chain being fastened on it. "Chain?" I manage to wonder. Have you ever been in a position where you are surrounded by totally unexpected stimuli, in incomprehensible situations, among unknown people? It's first time for me. Confusion is almost total. What do you do in a situation like this? In my case, I simply lost control, unable to think, my mind barely working only to support vital life functions. Or it was just like this since I'm still alive. Everything else is vague and obscure. She pulls me by the chain and leads me to the house by an internal staircase... She takes me to a small room, with no windows. There was a narrow opening one of the walls, leading to a tiny bathroom. "Isn't she scared being alone in her house with somebody she just met?" I wonder. "You fool! Look around you and you'll most probably find out who's supposed to be scared of whom!" I think to myself. - "Time to rest," She commands removing the chain from my collar with a swift movement. I hear the door closing and locking as she leaves the room. The room is dark now. I try to find the switch for the lights. I manage to find it. It doesn't respond. I'm slowly getting used to the dark as a gloomy sense of light floods the room. A small closet nearby, a night- table and an exercise mattress in a corner are the only furniture decorating the place. - "Imagine if I was to pay for this!" I think to myself smiling. Oh God! It's no time for jokes now! My whole existence is at stakes and I can only think of silly jokes. What is happening to me! I lie down on the mattress trying to relax and gather my thoughts. It was just like a switch turned off dropping me to an insubstantiality of sleep ... - "Don't push Sir, if you please!" I protest to the man standing besides me in the crowded bus. A bus with a driver who surely imagines that he's driving an F- 1 Ferrari. - "I told you Sir, don't push!" I repeatedly say. But he keeps pushing me, ramming my ribs, blinding me with his torch light. - "What on earth does he need the torch light for?" I wonder. Have you ever come across a situation where there is a real outside stimulus and your mind manages to insert it in your dreams? Or maybe manages to give birth to a dream simply to accommodate the stimulus? It happens to me all the time. This was another time, no exception. - "So wake up already!" I hear an anxious voice. I open my eyes only to be blinded by the light. I'm trying to realize where I am. A woman is standing over me, pushing my ribs with her feet, to wake me up. I instinctively bring my wrist to my eyes to have a look at my watch. I hear a hissing sound and a feel slight burn on my wrist. I wonder what it was. - "Take your watch off! You won't be needing it anymore. There are clocks on the walls showing My time. You can forget yours!" She says in a strict voice. - "Yes Mistress!" I quickly obey and take my watch off, anxious that the infamous guards might be around. - "Whatever you wear from now on, is because I give it to you, or I permit you to. Is this understrood?" She asks. - "Yes Mistress!" I reply. - "Stand up now," She orders standing magnificently over me. I was hardly standing when she puts my chain to the collar with a swift movement. She turns around and starts walking. As soon as the chain slack diminishes, she pulls the chain hard. I lose my balance dropping to the floor. She keeps pulling. - "Don't get careless," She boldly says, still walking gallantly. I follow her like a puppy, trying to balance my steps with the chain slack. I can see her holding a thin stick. So that's what burnt my wrist... She leads me to a smartly furnished room, maybe the living room. She stops in front of an armchair. She touches my shoulder with her stick, pushing me down. I kneel, hoping this is what she wishes. She sits on the armchair crossing her legs. I instinctively raise my head slightly to look at her. She gently pushes my head down with the stick. - "Down!" She commands. I'm now looking at the soles of her shoes. Slightly dirty, I think to myself. There is a tiny bit of gum stuck underneath. "I must remove it!" I think. My mind wonders trying to imagine that the piece of gum is no longer there. But it is! Mocking me! Playing with me! "Relax. You're not detective Monk after all!" I say to myself. I feel a slight sting on my chick. Something hissed nearby. Her stick maybe? Well yes ... and no. It was her stick. But it was not a stick. It was a small whip made out of dark leather, more like a small riding crop, very well woven and very effective, I must confess. I manage to control my surprise and stay in my kneeling position. She slightly lifts my t- shirt with the tip of her whip. I take it off. It tangles with my chain. She helps me out. The t- shirt is gone, the chain rules! - "You need a lot of training. But maybe you have the basic skills that I can depend upon. You're very lucky you've found me now that I have the time and interest to help you." She says. - "I do not understand..." I manage to stumble with a low voice. Another slight burn on my chick. Or wasn't it a burn? I heard the hissing again just before the burning feeling. Just like the snake hisses before biting its victim! - You'd better talk only for a reason and after my permission only. - "Yes ..." Hissing noise; burning felling. - Yes Mistress! - "Your training begins from this moment. I would be better of with a dog. It would be more cooperative and maybe more effective. But we can change that. Don't let me down!" She says authoritatively. - "Yes Mistress! I shall not let you down." I reply. Hissing noise; burning feeling. - "You'd better watch you attitude from now on. I am Me and you're simply ... dust on my soles. Try again!" she commands with a cold voice. - "Yes Mistress. I shall not let You down!" I say again trying for the proper attitude. - "That' better. Let's go on. There is only one simple thing that I demand from you: your full submission to My will. It's so simple, even a dog can do it. It seems that you definitely require some extra work to reach this level. Do you understand what I'm saying?" she finally asks. - "Yes Mistress, I understand You perfectly!" I reply, although deep inside me I feel that I'm not so sure about this. But there's no time or room for intellectual thinking now! Another attack from the mischievous piece of gum. - "What are you staring at?" She asks. - Forgive me Mistress! There's a small piece of gum stuck underneath your right shoe. - "Is that so? What are you waiting for? Take it off now!" She commands, extending Her foot towards me. With great care, I remove the gum with my fingernails. Lucky for me it wasn't very dry and hard. The gum, full of sand from the beach, had lost its adhesive powers and was easy to remove. In no time Her sole was clean. My first good effort for the day, I thought with a slight smile of triumph in my face. - "All right Mistress, I took it off!" I said holding the piece of sand- gum in my hand. - "What are you waiting for then? We don't want to waste it. Swallow it! Consider it as your first reward for serving me properly!" She says. I look at the gum in total confusion. An assortment of plastic, sand, soil and everything else that might have stuck on it during its journey as a stowaway passenger on Her shoe. The infamous guards hold me still in front of Her feet. Trying to control my urge to vomit, I put the gum in my mouth. My body makes an instinctive spasm trying to reject the newcomer. She leans towards me, grabs me by the hair, sealing my mouth with Her hand. Just like a child that is forced to swallow his medicine.