Goddess Lucia looked down from her exalted throne, her eyes ..
Published: October 22nd 2023, 11:46:02 pm
Goddess Lucia looked down from her exalted throne, her eyes cold yet sparkling with a sadistic pleasure. Dressed in a form-fitting latex catsuit that showcased her sculpted curves, she exuded authority. At her feet was her submissive, John, whose appearance was a stark contrast: unkempt, dressed in rags, kneeling on the cold floor.
"You think you're worthy of my time?" Lucia sneered, her words sharp enough to cut glass.
John lowered his head, his voice shaky. "I hope to be, Goddess."
"Hmm. Hope," she mused, twirling a riding crop in her hand. "A desperate man's last refuge. But let's be honest, you're nothing but a pathetic worm in the grand garden of life."
As she spoke, her riding crop lightly tapped John's thighs, a reminder of her dominion over him.
"Tell me, what have you done to earn my favor?" Lucia probed, her eyes narrowed.
"I've followed all your tasks, Goddess. I've sent tributes and gifts."
Lucia chuckled, a laugh devoid of warmth. "Gifts and tributes? A pittance. Even a stray dog brings back the occasional bone to its master. What makes you think you're any more special?"
John's face flushed a deep shade of crimson, his humiliation palpable. He had no answer, and Lucia relished his speechlessness.
"Exactly. You're just another submissive lost in his fantasies, deluding himself into thinking he's significant. In my world, you're no more relevant than the dirt beneath my heels."
John shuddered, her words piercing through him like daggers, but there was no denying the rush of submissive exhilaration he felt at being so ruthlessly put in his place.
Lucia smiled, satisfied. "Sometimes, my dear, the bitterest truths are the most potent aphrodisiacs. You may be pathetic, insignificant even. But remember, in your insignificance, you've found a purpose—serving me. And that's more than you had before, isn't it?"
John nodded, his heart pounding. In his humiliation, he had discovered a twisted form of adoration, a new low that paradoxically elevated his devotion to Goddess Lucia to new heights. And Lucia, in her splendid cruelty, had gained another soul tethered willingly to her throne, intoxicated by the very words that broke him.