“Goddess!” I gasped, all thought of fear forgotten in my joy and arousal.

“Hello, shitstain,” she jeered, a knowing smile making her always gorgeous face even more radiant. Her outfit was simple but exquisite. She wore a short black dress cut low to accentuate her magnificent breasts and high to showcase her incomprehensibly sexy legs. Her rings, necklace, and bracelet were all studded with emeralds, her shoes were black to match her dress. Blond hair fell in silken curls around her shapely shoulders, green eyes peered through me as if I was made of glass. A picture of her in that moment would be perfectly placed next to the dictionary definition of “seductive (adj., see: Goddess Marquesa).”

“Where am I?” I asked.

“In Florida. Where else would I keep you My prisoner?” she answered.

“How did you get me here?”

This made her laugh. “When will you learn that I can do anything I want?” she replied. “Do you imagine that people call Me ‘Goddess’ as some kind of flattery?”

“No, Goddess!” I protested. “I know you are Divine! Thank you for granting me my wish!” I clasped my hands in front of my chest in a gesture of abject gratitude.

“You should be careful what you wish for, cumrag,” she warned. “This cell will not be comfortable. I don’t know how often I will be able to come here to feed you.”

Happy tears leaked from my eyes. “That won’t matter, Goddess!” I avowed. “I am willing to endure anything to be your prisoner!”

“Cold? Hunger? Thirst? Sleeplessness?” she prodded.

“If I have to die in this cell it will be as a happy man,” I declared, “as long as I know that I am no longer hundreds of miles away from you. I will suffer anything to be near you!”

“Very well, pet,” she sighed. “Then I will allow you to thank Me properly.”

So saying, she pushed her perfect foot through a gap at the bottom of the jail cell bars. I crawled forward eagerly and showered frenzied kisses upon her shoe and foot, choking out cries of “Thank you Goddess” and “I love you Goddess!” as I did.

“Of course,” Goddess intoned, withdrawing her foot from my reach, “you should keep this in mind…” Her hand came through the bars of the cell, and I saw as I rose up from the floor that she was holding my phone with the screen pointing towards me. The screen displayed a transmission from the Ring camera on my door. My mother, sister, and nephews were all gathered on my stoop. They were shivering in the cold and had worried looks on their faces, as if they were wondering why I was not home.

“What are they doing at my house?” I asked.

“You invited them for Christmas Eve, remember?”

I became disoriented. The last I could remember, Christmas Eve was still several days off. “How can it be Christmas Eve already?” I wondered.

“Anything is possible when I take control,” Goddess declared. “You have to make a choice, cumrag. It is sweet that you are willing to suffer anything to be My prisoner. That pleases Me. But who else are you willing to make suffer? Can you really desert your family this way?”

I looked at the Woman I worshiped with all my heart. Her beauty cut through me like a knife. Part of me wanted to scream, “Yes! Yes! I will sacrifice anything or anyone to be near You!” But deep down I knew that was not true.

“No, Goddess,” I confessed. “I have to return to them. Please send me back.”

She smiled, having known all along what I would say. “Very well,” she said, and snapped her fingers.

I came out of trance on my bed back home, my phone held to my ear. “Are you there, slave?” Goddess Marquesa asked through the receiver.

“Yes Goddess,” I answered. Looking at the date displayed by the digital clock on my nightstand, I could see that it was still December 22^nd. “I haven’t missed Christmas.”

“No,” the Goddess agreed. “And you have learned a lesson, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Goddess,” I conceded.

“And what is that, slave?”

“I don’t have to become Your prisoner,” I said. “I already am Your prisoner. I will always be Your prisoner.”

“Very good, shitstain,” the Goddess cooed. “You have learned well. As a reward I will teach you some more about what your body can experience. You feel yourself going back down, down, down into trance….now take hold of that cock of Mine and begin to stroke…..”

A Goddessful Christmas to all! Remember to generously show Your love for your Goddess, on Christmas and every day!

The End