The Rules

by Goddess Dianna Vesta

Being a slave for the Goddess Dianna Vesta is the ultimate challenge, and one challenge a slave has to meet early on is living with all the rules. There are literally thousands of them and the rules constantly keep changing, so a slave has to keep on his toes (even when he's not in bondage!). There is not enough space to print all the rules, but here are just a few. One rule a slave learns quickly is that he has no rights as a human being. You are a slave, end of discussion. But that is a simple rule. It gets rather complicated after that. The Goddess has male slaves and Female slaves and the rules are quite different for each. Of course, the Female slaves, who are addressed as Ladies, have it easier than the male slaves.

First of all, a male slave has no furniture privileges. He may not even touch a piece of furniture unless it is to make up a bed or dust. Ladies, of course, have furniture privileges. A male slave is confined to The Goddess' mansion or is on call 24-hours a day, seven days a week, however, the Ladies are allowed to accompany The Goddess to dinner parties, to the movies, or on vacation trips. A male slave must kneel in the presence of any Woman, Mistress or Lady. A male slave is refused sexual release of any kind unless permission is granted solely by The Goddess Herself. This is rare, perhaps twice a year. Those two occasions are The Goddess' Birthday, and New Year's Eve. On The Goddess' birthday, each slave is given a piece of cake. He is then instructed to come on his cake and eat it. "There should be no complaints about the icing, boys", The Goddess says, laughing loudly. On New Year's Eve all the male slaves are gathered in the dungeon and given a champagne glass, and at the stroke of twelve midnight the slaves are told to start jerking off and to fill their glasses with their jism. When that is done to The Goddess' satisfaction, She raises Her glass—which is filled with the most expensive Moet—and proposes a toast. "Let us praise the Feminine in all things!" The male slaves raise their glasses and shout, "To our Goddess!" Then they drink their glasses dry. In contrast, a Lady is permitted to have several orgasms a week. Most of the Ladies prefer a woman's touch when attaining orgasm, but jf it's cock They want, The Goddess provides Them with the hottest studs in town. A male slave is used to clean a Lady with his tongue after She has had sex in this fashion.

Oftentimes, a Lady will tease a slave in order to further frustrate him. This is well within the rules. I remember once when one of The Goddess' Female slaves, Lady Janelle, tormented me unmercifully while The Goddess was out to dinner one evening. I was washing the dishes, as usual, when Lady Janelle commanded me to present myself to Her for punishment. You see, another rule is that a male slave must obey the order of any Lady as if She were The Goddess Herself. To present myself for punishment, have to stop what I am doing immediately, and crawl on my hands and knees to the Woman who summons me. On this particular evening, Lady Janelle was in the living room where She was reclining on the sofa wearing only a pair of white high heels. Lady Janelle is a former Las Vegas showgirl and, needless to say, She has a perfect body. Whenever I see Her beautiful legs and tits I instantly get a hard-on. But fortunately, my hard-on was not visible due to the girdle I was wearing. I was also wearing a corset cinched extra tight, black seamed stockings and a pair of five-inch heels. On the floor in front of Lady Janelle was a black leather bag which I'm sure contained all types of torturous instruments.

"Put your hands behind your back, prissy." She said. I am bored and I want to have a little fun I immediately did as I was told. She reached into the bag and procured a pair of handcuffs that were soon locked around my wrists. She then reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of panties. "Who do you think these belong to, mr. little-dick?" She held the panties under my nose and I could tell instantly from the magnificent feminine odor that the panties were those of The Goddess. It is my job to wash The Goddess' panties by hand, and to keep track of them.

Somehow Lady ianelle had gotten hold of a pair without my knowledge. "I don't think The Goddess appreciates Her persona! articles being treated with the carelessness that you have demonstrated. I found these on the kitchen counter yesterday. What could possibly have been going on in that pea-brain of yours?" I remembered washing about twenty pairs of The Goddess' panties in the kitchen sink yesterday. I was not quite through when She called me into Her bedroom to fellate one of Her lovers. "He wants a blow job. Give him one," was all She said as She turned over to take a nap. Lady Janelle must have taken the panties She was now holding them before me. I gave no reply to Lady Janel!e's question about my pea-brain because it is a rule that a slave must never speak. If he must foul the air with his breath, it is only to say, "Have mercy." Lady Janelle reached into the bag and brought out a nylon stocking. "Open that disgusting cake-hole that you call a mouth this instant." She said. When I did, She stuffed the panties in my mouth roughly. Then, in order to keep them there, She drew the nylon stocking over my head. She tied the remaining length of nylon to the cuffs that were fastened behind my back. This caused my head to be tilted back severely.

After being forced into this humiliating position, Lady Janelle began to straddle my face with Her beautiful pussy. Her smell was intoxicating; I was near delirium as I took in Her musky-sweet perfume. When She tired of that, She began pinching my nipples, and after they were sufficiently sore and sensitive, She put a pair of nipple clamps on me that hurt like the devil. I began to moan in pain, and in doing so, broke the rule about speaking. "How dare you speak in My presence, you little Shit!" She pushed me and I fell hard to the floor. This caused the stocking to slip off my face which only enraged Lady Janelle even more. "You have released a bond! You know that is against the rules. The Goddess will be sure to hear about this." With that, She slapped me hard and pulled the stocking further down over my head which caused my arms to be drawn up my back in a very uncomfortable position. Get back up on your knees, asshole. This took some time but I was successful. I held this position for well over two hours! Each minute was unbearable agony. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, The Goddess returned from Her dinner party.

With The Goddess was a Mistress named Stacey-Marie. Lady Janelle told The Goddess about my carelessness with Her panties, breaking the rule regarding speaking, and releasing my bond. Needles to say, The Goddess was furious! She looked scornfully in my direction. "You have embarrassed me in front of Mistress Stacey-Marie! You know the rules. I made them simple so even a jackass could understand, but apparently you don't have the brains of a cockroach! Lady Janelle, release this miserable piece of shit from his bondage, have him take off all his clothes, and take him to the dungeon. Mistress Stacey-Marie and I will be there in an hour." "As You wish, Goddess." Lady Janelle said. An hour! That's a lot of time to think about the type of punishment I was going to receive. The Goddess knows so many ways to torture a slave. I'm also sure The Goddess wanted to put on a good show for Mistress Stacey-Marie, perhaps giving Her a role in my torture. And while I was fretting about what lay before me, I knew The Goddess was relaxing with Mistress Stacey-Marie, sipping martinis and enjoying a good cigarette.

Lady Janelle led me to the dungeon. She made me strip, and as I was doing so, She place two pencils on the floor. The rule regarding waiting for punishment stated that the slave was to await The Goddess in discomfort. This usually meant kneeling, but to make it discomforting, the slave had to kneel upon the pencils. It only takes a minute before the pain begins to shoot up your legs, and I had to endure this for an hour! There were several times when the pain became too much and had to plead for mercy. Lady Janelle allowed me to move off the pencils for a minute or two but that was it. After that, I had to resume my position, placing my sore and sensitive knees on those innocent objects that caused so much pain. The irony lay in the fact that it was I that was causing my own pain. The Goddess loved this aspect of pencil torture. Why wear yourself out whipping a slave when there are so many ways he can inflict pain on himself? When The Goddess finally arrived in the dungeon—fifteen minutes late, I might add—I was never so glad to see Her. Nothing could be worse than this pencil torture. Or so I thought. "Lady Janelle," The Goddess said, "Prepare the slave to Walk the line." Not walking the line! What had I done to deserve that? To Walk the Line was punishment meant for the most recalcitrant of slaves. But I could not speak, nor plead my case. I felt so helpless. The rules regarding Walk the Line go like this: There is a line on the floor made of white tape that goes from one end of the dungeon to the other. A slave is to kneel at one end of the line, extend his hands out straight, palms down, and face bowed. The Goddess then selects a thin rod of bamboo or a leather-encased steel quirt. Next, She brings down the rod or quirt upon the outstretched hands with all Her strength. The slave is then instructed to walk on his knees to the other end of the line and return. The reason for the walking is devilishly ingenious. When The Goddess initially applies the rod to the knuckles, the hands are put into a state of shock; the slave feels a numbness but not much pain to speak of.

However, by the time the slave crawls to the other end of the dungeon his hands are on fire and in great pain! Knowing that another application of the rod awaits him when he returns to the other end of the line often sends a slave into a fit of tears and intense begging of mercy. While Lady Janelle was preparing me to walk the line, I could overhear The Goddess talking with Mistress Stacey-Marie. "Did you enjoy your lobster this evening, Stacey-Marie?" "Yes, Dianna, it was wonderful. But I thought the service was a little slack." To totally ignore a slave about to receive so painful a punishment as Walking the Line is all part of The Goddess' subtle cruelty. The pain goes deeper and lasts longer when a slave realizes he is not the main show. The Goddess must receive all the attention.Well, if it's good service you want —WHACK! Down came the rod on my hands!—, you need to try The Sovereign. They make you feel like a queen.

I walked the line, feeling the pain slowly escalate in my hands. By the time I had returned to my original starting position, my hands were throbbing with an intense and awful pain. The Goddess and Mistress Stacey-Marie continued to ignore me; their talk had turned to the high cost of leather goods. "Oh, prices for hoods have gone through the roof!" The Goddess was saying. "I am getting to the point where I'm just going to stop buying them. I mean, if its a choice between a leather hood or a leather mini skirt, you know which one I'm going to choose. Here Stacey-Marie, its your turn." The turn The Goddess was referring to was the opportunity for Mistress Stacey-Marie to lay the rod across my knuckles. Mistress Stacey-Marie grabbed a quirt that was hanging nearby and said, "Oh, I saw a lovely leather outfit at Saks today." WHACK! The quirt felt as though it had sliced through my hands!—" Black, of course, with a most intricate stitching pattern." My eyes involuntarily welled with tears. My knees no longer felt like a part of my body; I could not make them move. Eventually, The Goddess spoke. "Lady Janelle. This pond scum seems to have forgotten the rules again. Give him a reminder." Lady Janelle then grabbed The Leash from the wall. The Leash is similar to a walking stick or cane, but carved into the end of it is rather large dildo. Lady Janelle pushed me down so that I was on my hands and knees. Next, She inserted the end of The Leash in my ass and began leading me along the dungeon's white line. I all too willingly complied with Her lead. I could hear Lady Janelle's high heels clicking behind me as The Goddess and Mistress Stacey-Marie continued to talk. "That quirt has got a nice feel, doesn't it?" The Goddess said. "And the costs for those things are outrageous, too." I know a way around that. I am just going to tell one of my slaves to buy me one," Mistress Stacey-Marie said. "But be careful, Stacey. Slaves are so stupid when it comes to evaluating quality; they're quite likely to buy the cheapest thing around. First, choose what You want and then have the idiot buy it". "You know, You're right, Dianna. That's just what I'll do." By this time Lady Janelle had led me back and forth along the white line several times. I was starting to forget the pain in my hands, because The Leash, sticking in my ass as it was, and the ministrations of Lady Janelle, was causing me to have a hard-on.

Having a hard-on without The Goddess' permission was against the rules. Apparently, The Goddess saw my indiscretion. Stacey-Marie, please understand that this slave is here on a probationary basis and it appears to me that he is not going to make the grade. "I've found that a male chastity belt filled with ice is an excellent deterrent against unwanted erections," Mistress Stacey-Marie said. "Excellent!" The Goddess exclaimed. "Lady Janelle. Bring us ice! And while you're at it, bring us a couple of drinks, too. "At once, Goddess, " Lady Janelle said. The Goddess and Mistress Stacey-Marie were soon talking about the stock market, movies, and books. They completely ignored me while I remained on my hands and knees with The Leash still inserted in my rectum. But soon, to my dismay, the end of The Leash started to slip out of my ass. I tried with all my might to keep it in, clamping on it as hard as I could, but out it came, and it rattled sharply when it hit the dungeon floor. The conversation between The Goddess and Mistress Stacey-Marie came to an abrupt halt. I could feel Their eyes upon me and I knew there was going to be hell to pay.

A slave must never lose his leash. That is against the rules. The Goddess let out a heavy sigh and said, "I've just about reached the limit of my patience with this stupid little bitch; she has not shown the least appreciation for all that I have done for her. Crawl over here, you fucking whore, and bring the leash with you." I complied instantly with Her wishes. `Perhaps you can do a better job keeping the leash in your mouth rather than that putrid asshole of yours," The Goddess said. She did not have to tell me anymore; I put the end of the leash in my mouth immediately, tasting the revolting flavor of myself as I did so. "Now go stand in the corner while Mistress Stacey-Marie and I finish Our conversation." I had only been in the corner a few minutes when Lady Janelle returned with the drinks and ice. "Goddess," Mistress Stacey-Marie said, "before we give Your slave the ice treatment, I would like to suck those beautiful tits of Lady Janelle's." "By all means, be My guest. She does have a lovely body, doesn't she? Lady Janelle, comply with Mistress Stacey-Marie's request." "At once, Goddess," Lady Janelle said. Mistress Stacey-Marie wasted no time in firmly planting Her full mouth on one of Lady Janelle's breasts and as She did so, Her hands began to encircle the lovely slave's shapely bottom. Witnessing this passionate display from in the corner where I stood was causing my dick to harden involuntarily. If The Goddess, who was also enjoying the show before Her, saw my hardened state, I dare say that I would leave that dungeon severely punished. But I could not take my eyes off the two beautiful Women, kissing shamelessly now, Mistress Stacey-Marie's fingers busy between the legs of Lady Janelle.

Without warning The Goddess rose, selected a male chastity belt from Her dungeon wall and began to walk toward me. "You are without a doubt the dumbest, most rebellious slave I have ever owned. Put this on." She draped the belt around the leash, and began impatiently tapping Her high heel. The belt was a modified leather jockey strap with a slot in the pouch that allowed a slave's cock-ring to slip through and accept an awaiting padlock. There were straps in the back that were also locked in place as tight as possible. Locking a slave's chastity belt was usually handled by another slave rather than The Goddess, but since Mistress Stacey-Marie was enjoying the services of Lady Janelle, The Goddess quickly had my cock and balls locked in the leather harness. "Now let's see if you get a hard-on without permission," She said. "Go get the ice bucket." The ice bucket was on a table near where the Mistress Stacey-Marie and Lady Janelle were still locked in an amorous embrace. I retrieved it quickly for The Goddess, eying the lovers enviously. Standing imperiously before my kneeling body, The Goddess commanded that I begin to fill my leather pouch with ice, and, as I did so, to watch the Lesbian display before me. My mind and body were sent reeling as the ice worked its painful torture on my genitals while, at the same time, my passions were inflamed by the lubricious behavior of the Women before me. Soon, my prick and ball sack felt as if they were being pierced by needles! I could only mumble for mercy for the leash was still in my mouth. But The Goddess did not hear my pleas; She had joined the sex-filled melee Herself and was enjoying, with great gusto, Lady Janelle's tongue upon Her divine pussy while Mistress Stacey-Marie was spanking Lady ianelle's firm buttocks. As They enjoyed Themselves, my groin was becoming numb and devoid of all feeling; my hard-on was a dim memory. But witnessing the sexual acrobatics taking place not ten feet from me was causing a veritable conflagration of passion in my mind. It was like two opposing armies at war, Pain and Pleasure, locked in sexual combat within me, forcing my body into a cold retreat, and , at the same time, commanding my mind to engage in a fiery advance.

After a couple of hours, The Goddess and Mistress Stacey-Marie had been given several orgasms by the talented tongue of Lady Janelle. In order to further torment me, The Goddess ordered me to satisfy Lady Janelle's flaming pussy. As I sucked and licked her flooding love canal, I began to feel what it must be like to be a eunuch or a spayed animal. I was so close, indeed I was tongue-deep in pussy, but the ice around my scrotum kept me from feeling the pleasure signals that my mind was certainly sending to that area, messages of pleasure that were in great number and in an intensity the likes of which I had never known.

"Mistress Stacey," The Goddess said, "that ice treatment is a wonderful idea. Look at him eating that gorgeous pussy and not being able to get a hard-on. Tsk, tsk. Well, I'm sure this miserable slave will be sure to obey My rules from now on." With that She reinserted the leash into my ass, and grabbing Mistress Stacey-Marie by the hand, led Her away from the dungeon, just as Lady Janelle was arching her back in vicious orgasmic convulsions.