A compilation of stories by Goddess Mesmerisa
The Beginning
At the beginning there was a Goddess. The One that punished with the one hand and rewarded –with the other. She has been created Her world just for Her, because the others were created the other world – and this world was not Her.
The Goddess was perfect. None of the earth slaves deserved to serve Her. They could just leave their gifts infront of Her temple. To put flowers. To worship and adore Her from a far distance.
- Allow me to serve You ! – She has heard these words so many times. So pathetic! Empty words…
The Goddess looked down from Her throne with an arrogant smile. They were just men…slaves, building sand temples by their words. Their gifts mean nothing…tomorrow they will put the same gifts infront of the feet of other Goddesses.
What were they begging for? To cum? Infront of Her pic?
They were not Her slaves. Just slaves of their dicks.
The Mistress
The Mistress loved to trample men`s hearts and bodies.
They all want to have her. This lovely sex toy! They flooded her with gifts and hoped to make her to submit to their desires. They tried to conquer her – these men with their hunting instinct, these alpha males…
- Are you challenging me? I accept!
The Mistress looked around cold and cruelly. She had put at her dungeon the trophys of her victories. The men with ruined lifes and families –by her. The others –forcely turned into sweet little sissies – by her. Her pets. The ones- blackmailed and humiliated by her –multiple times…In public!
The Mistress know no mercy. A warrior-winner, she used and will keep using all her weapons.
Obey! You have no choice! No escape!
She
She has seen the doll in her dreams. This doll…So strangely familiar, so closed…-disobedient, unwilling to be touched.
- Why is the doll so special? – She asked herself so many times.
She has been talked to the doll in many of her dreams. She has shared with the doll all her life. She has trusted this doll. She has taken the risk to be weak before this doll.
She doesn’t sorry about doing that. If she had a choice-it would be the same.
The doll was HER doll. The most precious gift for the Goddess. The doll – punished by the Mistress sometimes. And loved by the Mistress –allways…
When she opened her eyes- there was no doll around. This doll hasn’t understood her. This doll hasn’t accepted her as his Goddess. Mistress. Just she.
She laid at her bed of roses –incapable to sleep.
As always…
She couldn’t sleep. She missed so much the toy before the sleeping. The fur one. The same one she could order to…oh, really? Wake up!
She could tie him with chains to the bed and to have it. She could set him into a fur prison till the end of his life. She could walk it as a poodle on a lead. And all will know …
The first order for the slave is to serve and please !
The toys are for use and abuse.
The disobedience leads to punishment.
The Mistress was this toy turned into her very special fetish. Her personal, unique, secret kink. She has began to be addicted.
She has never talked with him about these dreams…not yet…not yet. They were so tender and strong…and the control was the key…
STOP IT!
The voice of the Mistress lashed.
- STOP crying! This is an order!
- There are so many toys – the Goddess laughed. – Just get out and choose another…one…or more…
- There will not be another – she said softly. Then disappeared at the darkness…thereabouts between the furs…
Double reflection. Double penetration
I am looking at the mirror and I DON’T want to hear from it that I am the most beautiful woman at the FB world. I want from my reflection to be the most beautifull Me.
So much pain at My world…Most of you choose the pain as a gift of the pleasure. Ahh…the life is so generous…I get this gift again and again…in everything. How to turn this gift to the Giver?
I have met you, My reflection. You transform the fantasies. You can transform my pain into your pleasure too. Into a beauty.
If you wished to do it…
Is the reason to accept you as a part of Me? Is this the reason to share the pain –together?
Don’t search to get the pain from My hands. Drink it directly from My soul!
I am looking at the mirror at you… I am kissing the glass…I don’t see neither you, nor Me.
I couldn’t punish you. That`s why you punished Me.
You didn’t become Me, but why I became you?
It`s so thrilling… The double penetration. The same one- breaking the previous personalities…these venecian masks… breaks the past…and the mists of the future/
Here and now. Mindfucking. It`s all there. The fears. The desires. You are mine 2 from 2.
More?
Ding-dong! Ding-dong! The bell! Who, for god`s sake, rings so early when I am at My vacation and still into My bed?
The postman. Brings me a box. One of those typical gifts for the Goddess from the wishlist. Thank you, slave, good slave, your name doesn’t matter…you are nobody.
Well…it`s cute to start the day with a gift. What a big box! My name, My address, but the slave`s name was really missing. And all this secret- in a big pink fur ribbon.
I hurry to open it. How impatient! May be I will find there new lingerie for the Mistress…or new perfume…or may be a new fur toy…
Ohhh…I told that I DON’T want a new fur toy!
- Even this one? – a voice from the box.
No, no, no, My eyes cheat themselves. This is too cruel dream. Why I am dreaming the doll again at the day? Why I meet his eyes while I drop him down the floor?
The doll kneels in front of the bed. He looks fabulously beautiful.
- What are you doing here? –asks the Goddess arrogantly. – You don’t believe in Me.
The doll bows and touches with his lips the floor under Her feet.
- How submissively – The laughter of the Mistress is harsh. – May be you are even ready to obey My orders? Without to moan-moan and excuse all the time?
- Yes, Mistress.
- Take off all the fur! Immidiately!
- Yes, Mistress.
- Put off all the make-up! Everything!
- Yes, Mistress.
- Stay on knees.
- Yes, Mistress.
The eyes of the Mistress are cold and strict. Her hand slaps without even a sign of doubt.And again…and again.
- You know, you deserve this one…and this one…and this one…
- I know, Mistress.
- And now, doll, I allow you to look at My eyes. And I want to hear what you really want to tell to your Mistress.
- Mistress…I…
- Yes? Tell it…tell it, you little slut…Just tell it.
- I…am sorry.
- You what?
- I am sorry. For everything.
The doll`s eyes are clear. And sincere. They meet Mine.
- I am sorry too. For everything. – Said Just She.
The Goddess was no pleased. She has been sent the rose and one of Her favourite songs. A small gesture of benevolence. They have been ignored Her gestures again. They disliked Her at Her beautiful moments…when She mixed Her power with love…They wanted just pure power…pure pain. And if possible – pure cruelty.
People at this world were scared of love. They refused to put in the centre of their petty pathetical reality. Something So Huge. People just imitate love and obedience –as a game.
The Ego – the first and the last sin.
She looked at the fur toy –swaggering amongst the others toys and humans with his new fur outfit. They liked him, admired him, found him sexy, made him compliments, wrote him – gave and received his attention.
Suddenly the doll noticed Her. He sent Her a pic and a note.
Ahhh…so kind…
The vanity –the second mortal sin.
The Goddess waited. And kept asking Herself some questions.Even the Goddess knows not all the answers. There are some answers that just the doll knows.
She took the rose, holds it tight and there was a drop of blood at Her hand.
The Contract was still in Her temple, at a precious small box.
The Mistress wanted to ask the slave just one question:
- Am I still your Mistress?
Would he answer? Would he even hear the question?
His thoughts were always full with ”HIM”. Was it possible sometimes to be full with „The Mistress”?
What is necessary to please this Mistress?
She wanted everything. Just the best. She knew She deserves it.
The Mistress has chosen this slave because of his special character. But this slave was not ready for the special Mistress.
She could guide him. She could train him. She could take the control over him. To ruin him. And to create him again.
Just for Herself.
He has left Her.
The disobedience- the third mortal sin.
The Mistress looked at the contract. Too much pose, too much fur…
Let`s do it simple.
The sinner was kneeled at the floor in front of Her. She took Her favourite dagger and angrily stabbed it into his beautiful body. Flood of blood. The Mistress felt the strong delight. She was cut off the word DISOBEDIENT. The Mistress looked at his lovely face, at his tears –then softly touched them, put her fingers near Her lips and tasted his pain slowly…with pleasure.
- Where is your ego now? –She asked.- Repeat the word…again…again…
- More…please…more…- the sinner begged Her for more.
- You are so beautiful now – the Mistress smiled. – We can make some pics for all your FB fans –they will be glad to see you. Or…may be your vanilla people will want to know you better…
- I beg You…I beg You…
- Do it alone, you little slut…You, little unowned slut…who is your owner? Who? Who? Who?
- I…I don’t know what to do…what to say…
- You know. Just the truth. Always the truth.
The sinner coiled up at the flower and cried.
- I have a task for you, bitch – the Mistress`s quiet voice was very near his ear. – Have you enough energy to take this knife, you pity weak creature?
He nodded.
The Mistress took the Contract and left it at the floor.
- I want you to cut off your body the letter of your Owner, if you have any. You can destroy this contract and then you can leave. Or you can write it again. One condition. Full control. Full obedience. Everything or nothing. And sign it with your own blood…bitch.
Then the Mistress left the room quickly. This choice was his.
YOUR rules, MY rules
SHE
She wanted the simple things. The doll to stay with her in her worst nightmares. She needed to tell them to somebody…to this doll –and then to forget them forever.
The impossible trust. The forbidden questions.
- If you keep asking, this finishes again –the doll snaped.- These are MY rules.
She nodded and suppressed the tears.
- Ok, I will not ask you more…
Then smiled. They expected from her to smile and to say „yes”. It wasn’t so difficult. Each doll can do it.
At her world the dolls were not evil. They were nice. As nice as the people can never be. She was loved Barbie, but Barbie were passed through too much hands and eyes to be just hers.She hated the pink colour. This wasn’t her colour. Her soul could be pink too, but she preferred it to be red…a bloody red.
She plaited the hair of her Pipi doll.
- So…wanna play? – The other doll asked her…the doll in a lot of fur.
- Let`s play.
- We will play this game…and this game…and this game…
- We will play. We are friends.
- No, we are not friends, sorry – the fur doll said. – We just play. MY rules.
- You don’t want me as a friend! – she cried.
The fur doll replied nothing. He just left FB –as usually, when something doesn’t happen by HIS rules.
The Mistress
The Mistress listened the doll to order Her what to request, how and when. And even how cruel to be…
The personal mistress for games . When the slave needs to play.
A kink toy with a label „mistress” When the game finish, you just throw away it anywhere amongst the others and forget her. Untill the next time.
The Mistress has set Her humiliating task. With the public and the private appologyzing videos. She was heard: „yes, Mistress”, but She was sure that the little bitch will disobey and will not do it again. As usually.
Disobedient…disobedient…disobedient.
She couldn’t trust him. He might pass long and thorny path before to deserve to be her own personal slave again. He would suffer. HER rules.
The personal slave of this Mistress would stop fighting against Her. He would just surrender and devote to Her completely. No rights. No pretencies. HER rules.
He would be used for each transformation and game –created by Her kinky mind. Anytime She wants. HER rules.
But the sign that he is really Her slave was to show Her that he is really HERS. Her most passionate desire was to reign over him. To own him. The real him. Not just his kinky tricks in Muffee costumes.
She wished to master him. To win the battle. To be his kinkest fantasy- more then all his fur ideas.
Probably the fur bitch easily would find another kink toys labeled „mistress” or „master”.
And to be ok.
But she wasn’t his toy. She was the Mistress with HER rules.
Obey! Make My life yours. Make your life Mine. Can you do it? Do you want it?
Slowly. You can put the answer in your private appologyzing video, fur bitch. I expect to hear your decision.
If there is a video at all… and if there is a renewal…
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