Where They Belong - Chapter 4

“My my,” said Eleanor, flashing the 18k yellow-gold Rolex with diamond-encrusted dials on her wrist, as she rested her elbow on the back of the couch, pushing her breasts forward, stretching her onyx tee. Her nipples showed beneath the expensive material. “Looks like Sarah really went for it.”

Cindy pirouetted to show her goddess her red and bruised buttocks. The pain was as bad as it looked.

Eleanor smiled. Her legs were crossed and she bobbed one of her Versace Medusa boots teasingly. “Seems your daughter is stronger than you too.”

Cindy blushed, remembering how easily Sarah had dragged her around when they shared that two-way cock gag. She still wanted to believe it was due to not having fully recovered from her ordeal at the party.

“Well,” she said uncertainly, “this was mostly Miss Jessica’s handiwork.”

She was reluctant to give Sarah any credit in front of her goddess. It was important to put her daughter down as much as possible in case Eleanor thought a younger, healthier submissive would better serve her desires. She knew Eleanor would not take Sarah since she now belonged to Jessica and Kaylee, but what if Eleanor decided to trade Cindy in for someone else of Sarah’s age? What would happen to Cindy? Where would she go? What would she do? She couldn’t live without her goddess. Not now. Not ever.

She regretted all those wasted years as Pete’s wife. Twenty years she would never get back. Twenty years she could have been serving Eleanor and her family. Those years rightly belonged to Eleanor and he had stolen them. She hated him all over again.

“Miss Jessica really knows how to deliver a spanking, Goddess,” she said, hoping to turn Eleanor’s mind away from Sarah. Not that she would dare think she might sway such a strong mind. Eleanor clearly possessed a far greater intellect and willpower than her own. “You’ve done such an amazing job teaching her, Goddess. She’s really a talented young woman. My bottom still hurts.”

Eleanor chuckled. “It’s true. Both my daughters excel at everything they do.”

Cindy nodded happily. “They’re really special young women, Goddess.”

Eleanor pouted. “It’s kind of funny. Your daughter’s biggest aspiration in life is to serve my daughter. I mean, I couldn’t imagine being okay with my daughters surrendering their autonomy to another. But you? You’re actually encouraging it.”

Cindy looked down ashamed. It was more pathetic than that. She was actively competing with her daughter to prove she was a better slave. “Sarah is happy,” she said meekly. “That’s all I wanted for her.” She doubted if even that was true anymore.

Eleanor shook her head in bemusement.

Cindy continued. “It’s just….when I was nineteen, I’d have wanted to…to serve you, Goddess. Sarah is living the life now that I should have lived then. I’m so grateful you’ve given me this chance. I loved you from the first day I saw you and every day since.”

“It’s just hard for me to wrap my head around,” she said, with a shrug, ignoring Cindy’s gush. “But then again, I raised my daughters to be winners and leaders, not simpy losers.”

“And you’ve done an amazing job, Goddess.”

“I suppose it makes sense that your daughter would want to dedicate her life to mine. Look at each of their genetic stocks. Obviously, my eggs produced superior offspring to yours.”

Cindy couldn’t disagree. Jessica and Alison were fitter, stronger, prettier, and taller than Sarah. They had bigger breasts, fuller hips, and curvier bottoms. They were more intelligent, popular, and charismatic. There wasn’t a single thing Sarah did better than them. To say otherwise would be an objective falsehood.

Eleanor continued. “And of course, my husband is much more of a man than that worm Pete could ever dream to be.”

“That wouldn’t be hard, Goddess.”

Eleanor laughed.

Cindy smiled bashfully. Hearing her Goddess laugh at a joke she made filled her with pride.

“It’s true,” said Eleanor. “It’s shocking to me that anybody would let that disgusting pig anywhere near them.” She shuddered. “How could you stand it?”

“I…thought of you Goddess. Every time he kissed me. Each time he fucked me. I just closed my eyes and…imagined it was your boot I kissed, your…strap-on inside of me.”

Eleanor smiled and leaned forward, treating Cindy to a glimpse down her cleavage. The key to Cindy’s chastity dangled on a gold chain over her bosom. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Cindy’s clit squirmed inside its cage. “Y-yes, G-Goddes.”

Eleanor leaned back and laughed, jiggling her breasts as she did so. “It’s just too funny. As soon as high school ended, I’d forgotten you ever existed. But you thought of nothing else but me. It’s just so pathetic.”

Cindy blushed and nodded, more upset that she could no longer look at her goddess’ cleavage than anything Eleanor was saying. It was only the truth after all.

“All those years, married to that fat slob, and all you have to show for it is a tragic daughter whose only purpose in life is to serve mine. Your life only exists to serve me. I’m the whole reason you live.”

Cindy gulped. “Yes…that…that is funny, Goddess.”

She momentarily felt bad at how her relationship with Sarah had been damaged. Where were those two women sharing their hopes and dreams that one perfect day at the lake? The memory was like an old home movie that no longer existed.

Eleanor smiled. “It’s fate, Cindy. You were put on this earth to be mine.”

Cindy looked into Eleanor’s sparkling eyes and felt her soul as naked as her body.

“You should understand,” continued Eleanor, “It wasn’t me who chose you. No, it was already decided at the dawn of time by Goddess Isis. She fated you to serve me. Your only purpose is to make my life easier and better.”

Cindy saw the cosmos: the spiraling galaxies; the stars and the planets. Earth was just one planet in the universe, but it was the most important of all, it was the home of her Goddess.

“So you see,” continued Eleanor, pouting a smirk, “your life is not as worthless as you thought. Goddess Isis marked you as mine, as she has marked Sarah as Jessica’s. Goddess Isis wishes her daughters to forever live their best life, and she picked you to ensure I do.”

“Do…I really…make your life better, Goddess?”

Eleanor slowly blinked and circled her finger for Cindy to turn around. Cindy obeyed and held her breath, excitement fluttering in her stomach. Eleanor swatted her palm firmly against Cindy’s raw ass cheek and Cindy yelped, hopping on the spot which made Eleanor chuckle.

Cindy smiled to herself. That slap was all the answer she needed. It sounded odd, almost cultish, but if her Goddess believed she was Isis’ daughter, and Cindy had been chosen to serve her, then who was Cindy to argue? What was science compared to Eleanor’s charisma and beauty? Only a divine being could radiate her power.

The ancient Egyptians weren’t the only culture to believe in Isis. Why shouldn’t the goddess exist? Why was it any less outlandish than any other God from any other religion? Eleanor’s beauty compared to Cindy's was proof enough that some were born blessed over others.

Eleanor sighed. “Jessica does need to learn to take better care of her things, though.” She reached beyond Cindy for her quilted viscose and silk Versace Greca purse. She unclipped the embellished gold buckle and rummaged inside for a bottle of ointment and a black surgical glove. She snapped the glove over her hand, squirted some ointment into the latex, and caressed it over Cindy’s damaged rump.

Cindy whimpered. The touch of her goddess, even through latex, was more than she deserved.

Eleanor continued. “I’ll speak to her. Kaylee does not to be picking up Jessica’s bad habits.”

Cindy moaned as she circled her hips. She rested one hand against the mesh of her chastity and lightly stroked up and down.

“Kaylee needs regular practice if she’s going to impress for her induction. If Jessica breaks you and Sarah, who will Kaylee practice on?”

Cindy suspected it wouldn’t be too difficult for them to find another simp to bully and manipulate. The thought scared her. How difficult would it be for Eleanor to replace her too? Eleanor had already replaced her previous housekeeper with Cindy. Why not again? Just how many weak and hopeless women were there in the world just waiting for the chance to be taken by a superior woman like Eleanor? Had Isis foreseen this and chosen another as Cindy’s eventual replacement?

“There,” said Eleanor, removing her hand. “That will help it heal.”

“Thank you, Goddess. You…you take amazing care of me.”

Eleanor smiled. “Kneel.”

Cindy immediately dropped to her knees and turned to face her goddess.

Eleanor grabbed Cindy’s nose between her finger and thumb. It was sticky with ointment. Cindy’s eyes watered with adoration and fear. Eleanor continued to smile as she placed her other hand under Cindy’s chin, pushing her mouth closed and cutting off her air. No pressure was applied. It would have been easy for Cindy to back away and gain a breath, but that wasn’t the point. This was a test.

Cindy stayed still, staring up at her goddess’ beauty. Eleanor’s bright smile showed off her immaculate teeth. Cindy whimpered as her face grew red from a lack of oxygen. She began to tremble. Her survival instinct urged her to pull away. It was a force of willpower to remain.

She told herself Goddess would not kill her. Goddess would know when she had suffered enough. This was all to prove her dedication and obedience. Her will was a match for any other submissive in the world. She was not easily replaced by another. And even if she was, Eleanor would always think poorly of her new victim by comparison.

Finally, Eleanor released her, dropping her hand casually from her chin, and gave Cindy’s nose a sharp twist, eliciting a yelp before pulling away with a chuckle.

“Good girl,” she said, as she returned to her Versace purse, and retrieved a bottle of lube.

Cindy felt so much love for her that she wanted to pledge her life to her all over again.

“Show me that tight little asshole,” said Eleanor as she squirted the lube over the fingers of her surgical glove and rubbed them together.

Cindy felt a twist of excitement in her stomach and a tingle in her pussy. She prostrated on the floor, raising her ass in Eleanor’s direction, swaying it from side to side expectantly, her limbs quivering with anticipation.

Eleanor reached down and trailed two fingers up Cindy’s ass crack causing Cindy to whimper excitedly as Eleanor tickled her, lightly grazing around her asshole. Cindy became more and more excited, circling her ass and almost thrusting it back onto Eleanor’s fingers.

Eleanor massaged the nerves around her muscles and Cindy felt them relax and open, allowing Eleanor to slowly insert both fingers into Cindy’s tight asshole.

Cindy moaned and ducked her head. She had never felt anything like it. It was weird and wonderful.

Eleanor held her fingers inside for three seconds before removing them and relubricating them for another round. She went in again, deeper this time, all the way up to her knuckles, and then proceeded to slowly slide them in and out.

Cindy quivered with pleasure. She completely relaxed until her asshole was almost consuming Eleanor’s fingers like a giant suction.

Her moans turned to mewls. Her whole body writhed and her pussy spasmed inside its cage. She felt like just the slightest graze over her clit would have sent her into a rapturous orgasm. She was so close, that she squeezed on her mesh, tears flowing down her cheeks at the pleasure and frustration of it all.

Then it happened, she felt a rush through her whole body as she shrieked in pleasure. An intense feeling of euphoria that mimicked an orgasm, despite her locked pussy.

“I love youuuuu,” she blurted as her eyes rolled back in her head. Every muscle quivered.

She hadn’t thought it possible to orgasm through her anus alone, but Eleanor’s divine touch had made it so. She loved her so much she started to cry.

Eleanor carefully retracted her fingers, leaving Cindy trembling on the floor. “Of course you do,” she said nonchalantly, “you’re my pathetic little loser, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” said Cindy breathlessly.

“Say it then.”

“I’m…your…pathetic little loser…, God-ddess.”

Eleanor chuckled and delicately picked out one more item from her Versace purse, a robust, black, silicone butt plug. It was attached to a bulb-shaped hand pump via a long tube.

“You’re quite tight down there, Cindy. We’ll need to work on that.”

Cindy panted to regain her breath, her blood was still pumping from stimulation.

“Your body just isn’t capable of taking it to the levels our clientele will expect from you. Not yet anyway.”

Cindy was too much in a daze to comprehend what was being said to her. Eleanor’s voice was just a blissful dream.

“This will help solve the issue,” said Eleanor massaging lube over the plug.

She pointed it down to Cindy’s asshole and massaged the tip around Cindy’s sensitive nerve endings.

Cindy felt aroused all over again.

Eleanor continued to chuckle. “That’s it, loser, back onto it. Take it.”

Cindy maneuvered her ass, rubbing up and down the plug as Eleanor held it steady. She then backed up, squeezing the point between her cheeks. Eleanor helped, pushing it inside deeper while Cindy did the same with her asshole.

Cindy moaned. There was a feeling of fullness, completion, and a continuous tickle against her nerves.

“This will help stretch those weak, little anal muscles,” said Eleanor, taking the pump in her hand and squeezing it casually in her hand. A burst of air expanded the plug, widening Cindy’s asshole.

Cindy squirmed around on the floor. “Yessss, G-Goddessss, thank…youuuu.”

Eleanor chuckled as she continued to pump, leaning back and returning her elbow to the back of her couch to relax as she watched the weaker woman squeal and writhe on the floor by her Versace boots.

Anal with Pete had never been anything Cindy would have considered. If only she’d realized sooner how much she loved it. All those nights she frustratingly tapped over her chastity, she could have been rummaging her finger inside her asshole.

“Okay,” said Eleanor. “I think that’s enough to start with.”

It felt huge. Cindy didn’t know how much bigger it could get, but she hoped she might get a chance to find out soon.

Eleanor removed the surgical glove from her hand and dangled it in front of her by her finger and thumb. “Come get it, puppy.”

Cindy turned and went to grab the glove with her hand but Eleanor smiled and pulled it back.

“Ah ah,” she said, bopping Cindy on the nose, “with your mouth.”

Cindy grabbed the latex between her teeth.

Eleanor slapped her hand playfully across Cindy’s cheek. “Good girl. Now go put that in the trash.”

Cindy nodded and crawled to the trashcan, dropping it inside. The big plug in her anus felt heavy, almost like she needed to use the toilet. She scurried back as quickly as she could, on all fours, her leash trailing over the marble, excited to see what else her Goddess wanted from her.

“So,” said Eleanor checking the time on the Rolex that cost more than every dollar Cindy made last year. “Looks like you have some time before starting dinner.” She pouted down at her. “Want to play a game?”

Cindy nodded happily.

Eleanor smiled and produced a large silver dollar coin from her purse. “Go kneel in the corner with this between your nose and the wall. Hands behind your back. If you can keep it there until it's time for you to start dinner, you win.”

Cindy’s skin prickled with excitement and dread.

“As a prize, I’ll release you from chastity for one full minute and let you share my bed. You can use your tongue to massage my asshole again while I sleep.”

Cindy whimpered and humped her crotch in the air at the thought. To taste her Goddess’ asshole was an even better reward than release.

“But if you fail,” said Eleanor with an amused pout, “well, let’s just say that you really don’t want to fail.”

Cindy paled.

“Sound fun?”

Fun wasn’t the word she would have used. But she was excited all the same. “Yes, Goddess.”

“Good. Come along then.”

Eleanor flicked the coin in the air. It spun and she caught it in her fist. She took Cindy’s leash and stood from the couch, tugging her pet along behind her.

She pointed at the floor and Cindy got into position, leaning her face into the corner close enough to inhale the wooden wainscoting.

Eleanor tittered as she placed the coin into the corner. Cindy nuzzled her nose against it, maneuvering herself in an attempt to be as comfortable as possible while kneeling on the hard marble with an inflated butt plug up her ass.

“You ready?” asked Eleanor.

Cindy placed her hands behind her back and squeezed her wrists. “Ready, Goddess.”

Eleanor released her finger and thumb from the sides of the coin and placed her hand elegantly on her hip as she watched.

Cindy pressed her nose against the coin, keeping it steady between the crack in the wainscoting. So long as she stayed still, she might just succeed.

“Okay,” said Eleanor, running her manicured fingernails through Cindy’s hair, “I’m going to go take a nap before dinner. Have fun.”

“Yes, Goddess, enjoy,” said Cindy into the wall.

Eleanor chuckled. “Oh, I’m sure I will.”