Goddess Sativa

GODDESS SATIVA locked me in her penis cage a week ago, near the end of
a session i would have raved about even without this new dimension of
her domination of me. It had an incredible and unexpected psychological
impact on me. Goddess was very kind and solicitous, figuratively
holding my hand through a number of phone conversations over the first few
days, while i got used to my penis imprisonment.

And then she left town! Goddess gave me a contact, a dominatrix who
could help in emergency situations, but made it very clear to me that this
was only for a really serious emergency, and that i should have no
expectation of release from her penis cage until she let me out. She
promised to let me out in the session we had already scheduled for today, the
day after she returned from her trip.

So i've spent the last 7 days in nearly constant awareness of Goddess
Sativa's power over my penis, as it tries but can't become erect every
few minutes when some little thing reminds me that it's still caged.
Can't concentrate on the work i came to LA to do. Emotions shifting
quickly, elation that she understood how this incredible submission would
overwhelm me, irrational worry about "what if she doesn't come back?", and
dark fear about what she could make me submit to next, given this proof
of her dominance.

Well, she did come back, and true to her word, she did release my penis
from the cage. But she made me take some incredible torment before she
would unlock it, and just before i left her Goddess Chamber, she put me
into a new kind of penis bondage.

I'm always overjoyed to see Goddess Sativa again when i meet her at the
door of her Hollywood Chambers, or some other place when we sometimes
get together before a session. But this time i reacted with overwhelming
relief when she opened her door. I knew she would be there, but there's
always that "what if". I was sooo desperate to get my penis our of this
fiendish dominant cage that i fell to my knees in front of her, right
in her entrance hallway, abandoned myself to begging her to release me.
Normally i don't do anything submissive like that (maybe i should say
"didn't"?) until we're in her Chamber, and she has re-asserted her
dominance over me with that indescribable look from her Eyes of Power. She
often likes to make me strip naked, or strip me herself, to make me
recognize that dominance. But this time, her dominance had been grabbing my
balls and penis in a solid grip of hard plastic for a week. I begged
her, and she allowed me to, strip naked right away, as fast as i could,
but then she made me stop, still wearing my thin elastic underpants,
with her penis cage and lock showing through.

I had told her how cool this looked, and she wanted to study it. The
sight was made especially exciting by the virginal white underpants i had
bought during the week. I never wear white, but now it seemed
especially appropriate. She took some pictures of it all like that, then
stripped off the underpants and took some more photos of my penis in her cage.
I started begging her again to take that terrible thing off, feeling
sooo close to penis freedom. Foolish boy! Goddess was obviously in no
hurry to release me. She made me kneel before her, and tell her all about
how it had felt to be her penis prisoner, literally, for the first
time. I tried to answer her, but my report to Goddess was interrupted
frequently by almost involuntary begging for her to let me out of the cage.

When my desperation had reached the point that i was begging more than
reporting, she turned to something completely new. She sat on her
throne, and had me sit on a bench in front of her. She started asking me a
lot of details about something i had mentioned to her once, a while
back, about how the girls i knew in high school had teased me mercilessly
by flashing their panties at me. She wanted to know exactly how they did
the flashing, how short their skirts were, how far they opened their
legs, how long they let me look, what color panties they wore, just how i
held my backpack in front of my crotch as i walked away, to hide that
humiliating bulge in my pants.

And while i was answering all these questions i realized suddenly that
Goddess Sativa had started to reenact exactly the panty flashing i
remembered, maybe having finally penetrated to the very core of my panty
fetish. She did it absolutely perfectly, i felt i was back in the old
student lounge, even while sitting naked in her Goddess Chamber with my
penis in her cage. And she asked about one particular thing i had
mentioned, how the girls ganged up on me, each one flashing me in turn from
across the room, while they all watched me react and laughed about it
together. She wanted to know whether they actually laughed out loud, or
giggled, or just smiled.

Goddess Sativa has understood, since early in our D/s relationship, how
to use my panty fetish to dominate me totally. I felt she was really
exploring the deepest levels of it here, to be sure she had collected
every bit of power she could find there. When she decided she had
everything, she suddenly dropped her perfect simulation of the high-school
flash tease, and turned on that grownup Goddess tease she knows how to do
to me sooo terribly. She opened her legs, not coyly, just simply with
total assurance of how it would devastate me when she said, simply,
"Stare". Suddenly i was in a whole different world. Goddess has done this to
me in many, so wonderfully many of our sessions, but this was like none
before. Something was seriously missing... my penis!

Almost invariably in our sessions, this forced panty staring
accompanied by some serious penis pain, usually electro-torture. But this time my
penis was still scrunched up in that tiny tube, and not only was there
no torture, there was no sensation at all. I couldn't get erect, could
hardly feel anything, just a very dull ache. Goddess's panty teasing is
the ultimate in frustration, but this was a totally different
frustration. It was the same effect i felt while i was by myself, waiting for
her to come back, but now that she was teasing me so aggressively and
dominantly, in a context i've been conditioned to associate with penis
pain, i really felt like she had taken away my penis entirely. Never had
any understanding at all of why sensory deprivation was exciting, but
here it was. I just couldn't stand that feeling. Usually i'd be begging
her to let me worship her panties, but now i could only beg her to take
the penis cage off. Please, Goddess Sativa, please set my penis free!
She just laughed in delight.

"Stare", she commanded again, and then "Beg". She made me beg and beg
and beg, smiling ever wider. After a long, long while, she pulled the
key to my penis cage out of her bra, and showed it to me, made me look at
it closely. She bound me spread-eagle on my back on her torture table,
and made a motion toward the lock with her hand. My heart jumped ...
and then she "changed her mind", foolish boy, she knew i'd fall for that.
She climbed onto the table, straddled my head. "Stare", again, and
"Beg". Oh i did, please Goddess Sativa, please let my penis out of jail!
She laughed, and showed me the key again.

And then she stuck the key way down into her panties! She made me stare
from sooo close up, i could see the outline of the key inside her
panties, so clearly, learned the shape by heart. Yes, she made me beg her to
let me kiss the key through her panties, made me do it again and again,
but she never took it out. She subjected me to the longest, most
absolutely intense panty tease of my life, it went on and on and on, and
never got close to being too long. Totally terrible tease, oh my wonderful
Goddess Sativa. And all the while, i had no sensation at all in my
penis. She had truly taken it away.

She did several more of these fakes at unlocking the penis cage, each
time accompanied by a devilish smile and giggles on her part, and
frantic begging on mine. Once she even put the key into the lock, but then
took it out again without turning it. Each time, the key went back into
her panties, and that incredible tease resumed.

Although Goddess was having tremendous fun doing all this to me, her
cage was depriving her of being able to administer torture to my penis,
as much as it was depriving me of any sensation at all. I think that's
why, finally, she did actually turn the key and remove the lock. That
wasn't quite the end of my imprisonment, though. There's a little pin
that the lock keeps in place, that has to be removed to release the cage.
She subjected me to one more dose of that incredibly dominant panty
teasing, and then, finally, Goddess Sativa let my penis out of her prison.

It was an incredible relief! After a week with no orgasm, no erection,
no feeling, my penis was suddenly both very hard and very sensitive.
Goddess understood perfectly and immediately picked up her crop and
started that whipping i'd been longing for. (How long had that crop been
there on the table? I hadn't noticed it...) I thanked her for letting my
penis out on every stroke. It really hurt, hurt so bad, hurt so good,
but i had promised myself that if she ever whipped my penis again, i
would take anything she did to me. I never felt such freedom in penis
agony!

She turned to a different torment, tease and denial and denial and
denial. After seven days of no sensation this was excruciating too. I had
resolved to take all of this she wanted to administer, also, and kept
silent except for a few groans of "Oh pleeease".

After a few cycles of penis torture and teasing/denial, Goddess took a
break and left the chamber suddenly. I wondered if she was going to
bring another Dominant back with her as she did with Mistress Natasha a
week ago, and this time i didn't even have to wait for the door to open
to find out. I heard two feminine voices in the hallway, and Goddess
Sativa walked in with Goddess Lexi behind her. Sativa let Lexi watch while
she whipped my penis, she made me beg for more penis torture in front
of her. She told Lexi about my panty fetish. She asked me how i liked
Lexi's skirt, which was a fantastic very short, flared one. Goddess Lexi
flashed her panties at me! And the two Goddesses looked at each other
and burst out laughing. Zing! Just like what those girls did to me in
high school. I had only met Lexi briefly, a while ago, and i felt really
humiliated to be shown off like this to her. Excitingly humiliated, of
course, Goddess Sativa knows just how to do that to me.

But there was more humiliation to come. Goddess Sativa started
torturing and teasing me again while Lexi watched, and they started chatting
together. The teasing got really heavy and i lapsed into begging and
screaming, pleading for release, and all the while these two beautiful
Dominants were carrying on their "girl talk", paying no attention to my
terrible need. It was the most intense erotic humiliation i've ever known.

Goddess Sativa picked up the penis cage and showed it to Lexi, started
telling her all about it, repeated some of what i had said about how it
felt, explained that i had had to go to work wearing it. She showed her
the part of the thing that was still grabbing me by the balls, had been
since Goddess took the penis cage part off. And i saw a gleam in both
pairs of eyes, and suddenly they both said "Let's put it back on!". I
was sooo terrified! Goddess Sativa had just given my penis freedom back,
only a short time before. I begged them not to put it back on, and they
just laughed. But my penis was still really hard with a week's pent-up
erection, and they had a lot of trouble trying to put the cage back on.
I begged them, more and more frantically, not to do it, and the more i
begged the harder they tried and the more they laughed. Finally Goddess
Sativa used her incredibly sharp nails on my penis, which really hurt
and shocked me, and that made it deflate enough that they could get the
cage back on. I was back in penis prison. I felt totally devastated.
Goddess Lexi left us at that point.

Goddess Sativa was wonderfully merciful and took the penis cage off
again, both parts this time. She started that terrible, gentle tease and
denial again, made me beg, then stopped, didn't say anything, waited
briefly, started all over again. And again and again. She turned me to
jelly. Oh, i needed release sooo badly.

And then she told me the session was over, and i wouldn't be allowed
any release at all. It was an incredibly powerful end to an incredible
week of penis domination. When i was ready to leave Goddess Sativa's
chamber, i told her this had been the most intense domination/submission
experience of my life. She thanked me, and smiled.

But it wasn't the end of jonathan's chastity ordeal. I had feared what
she might make be submit to next, and here it was suddenly. Goddess
Sativa went on to say, simply, "jonathan, I don't want you to release
without my permission any more". She told me i'm not to touch my penis at
all, except to wash, for a few days. In a few days, she will give me
some instructions. She assured me i would be permitted to, actually
required to, masturbate frequently. But i'll only be allowed to come when she
gives me permission, and i'll have to beg her convincingly before she
will allow it. Still penis prisoner jonathan.



Slave tributes The following is a continuation of the previous birthday tribute, by my penis prisoner jonathan.
GODDESS SATIVA locked me in her penis cage a week ago, near the end of a session i would have raved about even without this new dimension of her domination of me. It had an incredible and unexpected psychological impact on me. Goddess was very kind and solicitous, figuratively holding my hand through a number of phone conversations over the first few days, while i got used to my penis imprisonment. And then she left town! Goddess gave me a contact, a dominatrix who could help in emergency situations, but made it very clear to me that this was only for a really serious emergency, and that i should have no expectation of release from her penis cage until she let me out. She promised to let me out in the session we had already scheduled for today, the day after she returned from her trip. So i've spent the last 7 days in nearly constant awareness of Goddess Sativa's power over my penis, as it tries but can't become erect every few minutes when some little thing reminds me that it's still caged. Can't concentrate on the work i came to LA to do. Emotions shifting quickly, elation that she understood how this incredible submission would overwhelm me, irrational worry about "what if she doesn't come back?", and dark fear about what she could make me submit to next, given this proof of her dominance. Well, she did come back, and true to her word, she did release my penis from the cage. But she made me take some incredible torment before she would unlock it, and just before i left her Goddess Chamber, she put me into a new kind of penis bondage. I'm always overjoyed to see Goddess Sativa again when i meet her at the door of her Hollywood Chambers, or some other place when we sometimes get together before a session. But this time i reacted with overwhelming relief when she opened her door. I knew she would be there, but there's always that "what if". I was sooo desperate to get my penis our of this fiendish dominant cage that i fell to my knees in front of her, right in her entrance hallway, abandoned myself to begging her to release me. Normally i don't do anything submissive like that (maybe i should say "didn't"?) until we're in her Chamber, and she has re-asserted her dominance over me with that indescribable look from her Eyes of Power. She often likes to make me strip naked, or strip me herself, to make me recognize that dominance. But this time, her dominance had been grabbing my balls and penis in a solid grip of hard plastic for a week. I begged her, and she allowed me to, strip naked right away, as fast as i could, but then she made me stop, still wearing my thin elastic underpants, with her penis cage and lock showing through. I had told her how cool this looked, and she wanted to study it. The sight was made especially exciting by the virginal white underpants i had bought during the week. I never wear white, but now it seemed especially appropriate. She took some pictures of it all like that, then stripped off the underpants and took some more photos of my penis in her cage. I started begging her again to take that terrible thing off, feeling sooo close to penis freedom. Foolish boy! Goddess was obviously in no hurry to release me. She made me kneel before her, and tell her all about how it had felt to be her penis prisoner, literally, for the first time. I tried to answer her, but my report to Goddess was interrupted frequently by almost involuntary begging for her to let me out of the cage. When my desperation had reached the point that i was begging more than reporting, she turned to something completely new. She sat on her throne, and had me sit on a bench in front of her. She started asking me a lot of details about something i had mentioned to her once, a while back, about how the girls i knew in high school had teased me mercilessly by flashing their panties at me. She wanted to know exactly how they did the flashing, how short their skirts were, how far they opened their legs, how long they let me look, what color panties they wore, just how i held my backpack in front of my crotch as i walked away, to hide that humiliating bulge in my pants. And while i was answering all these questions i realized suddenly that Goddess Sativa had started to reenact exactly the panty flashing i remembered, maybe having finally penetrated to the very core of my panty fetish. She did it absolutely perfectly, i felt i was back in the old student lounge, even while sitting naked in her Goddess Chamber with my penis in her cage. And she asked about one particular thing i had mentioned, how the girls ganged up on me, each one flashing me in turn from across the room, while they all watched me react and laughed about it together. She wanted to know whether they actually laughed out loud, or giggled, or just smiled. Goddess Sativa has understood, since early in our D/s relationship, how to use my panty fetish to dominate me totally. I felt she was really exploring the deepest levels of it here, to be sure she had collected every bit of power she could find there. When she decided she had everything, she suddenly dropped her perfect simulation of the high-school flash tease, and turned on that grownup Goddess tease she knows how to do to me sooo terribly. She opened her legs, not coyly, just simply with total assurance of how it would devastate me when she said, simply, "Stare". Suddenly i was in a whole different world. Goddess has done this to me in many, so wonderfully many of our sessions, but this was like none before. Something was seriously missing... my penis! Almost invariably in our sessions, this forced panty staring accompanied by some serious penis pain, usually electro-torture. But this time my penis was still scrunched up in that tiny tube, and not only was there no torture, there was no sensation at all. I couldn't get erect, could hardly feel anything, just a very dull ache. Goddess's panty teasing is the ultimate in frustration, but this was a totally different frustration. It was the same effect i felt while i was by myself, waiting for her to come back, but now that she was teasing me so aggressively and dominantly, in a context i've been conditioned to associate with penis pain, i really felt like she had taken away my penis entirely. Never had any understanding at all of why sensory deprivation was exciting, but here it was. I just couldn't stand that feeling. Usually i'd be begging her to let me worship her panties, but now i could only beg her to take the penis cage off. Please, Goddess Sativa, please set my penis free! She just laughed in delight. "Stare", she commanded again, and then "Beg". She made me beg and beg and beg, smiling ever wider. After a long, long while, she pulled the key to my penis cage out of her bra, and showed it to me, made me look at it closely. She bound me spread-eagle on my back on her torture table, and made a motion toward the lock with her hand. My heart jumped ... and then she "changed her mind", foolish boy, she knew i'd fall for that. She climbed onto the table, straddled my head. "Stare", again, and "Beg". Oh i did, please Goddess Sativa, please let my penis out of jail! She laughed, and showed me the key again. And then she stuck the key way down into her panties! She made me stare from sooo close up, i could see the outline of the key inside her panties, so clearly, learned the shape by heart. Yes, she made me beg her to let me kiss the key through her panties, made me do it again and again, but she never took it out. She subjected me to the longest, most absolutely intense panty tease of my life, it went on and on and on, and never got close to being too long. Totally terrible tease, oh my wonderful Goddess Sativa. And all the while, i had no sensation at all in my penis. She had truly taken it away. She did several more of these fakes at unlocking the penis cage, each time accompanied by a devilish smile and giggles on her part, and frantic begging on mine. Once she even put the key into the lock, but then took it out again without turning it. Each time, the key went back into her panties, and that incredible tease resumed. Although Goddess was having tremendous fun doing all this to me, her cage was depriving her of being able to administer torture to my penis, as much as it was depriving me of any sensation at all. I think that's why, finally, she did actually turn the key and remove the lock. That wasn't quite the end of my imprisonment, though. There's a little pin that the lock keeps in place, that has to be removed to release the cage. She subjected me to one more dose of that incredibly dominant panty teasing, and then, finally, Goddess Sativa let my penis out of her prison. It was an incredible relief! After a week with no orgasm, no erection, no feeling, my penis was suddenly both very hard and very sensitive. Goddess understood perfectly and immediately picked up her crop and started that whipping i'd been longing for. (How long had that crop been there on the table? I hadn't noticed it...) I thanked her for letting my penis out on every stroke. It really hurt, hurt so bad, hurt so good, but i had promised myself that if she ever whipped my penis again, i would take anything she did to me. I never felt such freedom in penis agony! She turned to a different torment, tease and denial and denial and denial. After seven days of no sensation this was excruciating too. I had resolved to take all of this she wanted to administer, also, and kept silent except for a few groans of "Oh pleeease". After a few cycles of penis torture and teasing/denial, Goddess took a break and left the chamber suddenly. I wondered if she was going to bring another Dominant back with her as she did with Mistress Natasha a week ago, and this time i didn't even have to wait for the door to open to find out. I heard two feminine voices in the hallway, and Goddess Sativa walked in with Goddess Lexi behind her. Sativa let Lexi watch while she whipped my penis, she made me beg for more penis torture in front of her. She told Lexi about my panty fetish. She asked me how i liked Lexi's skirt, which was a fantastic very short, flared one. Goddess Lexi flashed her panties at me! And the two Goddesses looked at each other and burst out laughing. Zing! Just like what those girls did to me in high school. I had only met Lexi briefly, a while ago, and i felt really humiliated to be shown off like this to her. Excitingly humiliated, of course, Goddess Sativa knows just how to do that to me. But there was more humiliation to come. Goddess Sativa started torturing and teasing me again while Lexi watched, and they started chatting together. The teasing got really heavy and i lapsed into begging and screaming, pleading for release, and all the while these two beautiful Dominants were carrying on their "girl talk", paying no attention to my terrible need. It was the most intense erotic humiliation i've ever known. Goddess Sativa picked up the penis cage and showed it to Lexi, started telling her all about it, repeated some of what i had said about how it felt, explained that i had had to go to work wearing it. She showed her the part of the thing that was still grabbing me by the balls, had been since Goddess took the penis cage part off. And i saw a gleam in both pairs of eyes, and suddenly they both said "Let's put it back on!". I was sooo terrified! Goddess Sativa had just given my penis freedom back, only a short time before. I begged them not to put it back on, and they just laughed. But my penis was still really hard with a week's pent-up erection, and they had a lot of trouble trying to put the cage back on. I begged them, more and more frantically, not to do it, and the more i begged the harder they tried and the more they laughed. Finally Goddess Sativa used her incredibly sharp nails on my penis, which really hurt and shocked me, and that made it deflate enough that they could get the cage back on. I was back in penis prison. I felt totally devastated. Goddess Lexi left us at that point. Goddess Sativa was wonderfully merciful and took the penis cage off again, both parts this time. She started that terrible, gentle tease and denial again, made me beg, then stopped, didn't say anything, waited briefly, started all over again. And again and again. She turned me to jelly. Oh, i needed release sooo badly. And then she told me the session was over, and i wouldn't be allowed any release at all. It was an incredibly powerful end to an incredible week of penis domination. When i was ready to leave Goddess Sativa's chamber, i told her this had been the most intense domination/submission experience of my life. She thanked me, and smiled. But it wasn't the end of jonathan's chastity ordeal. I had feared what she might make be submit to next, and here it was suddenly. Goddess Sativa went on to say, simply, "jonathan, I don't want you to release without my permission any more". She told me i'm not to touch my penis at all, except to wash, for a few days. In a few days, she will give me some instructions. She assured me i would be permitted to, actually required to, masturbate frequently. But i'll only be allowed to come when she gives me permission, and i'll have to beg her convincingly before she will allow it. Still penis prisoner jonathan.

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