This is a story I wrote for a woman. Enjoy!

I watch you curled up on your little sleeping mat. A stream of hot liquid startles you awake. I let out a satisfied moan as I relieve myself on you. Although you jolt from the surprise, you know better than to move away. You feel my piss soak your hair and your skin and take it like the worthless piece of meat you are.

"Yellow piss for my yellow whore," I tell you as my stream ends.
"Thank you My Goddess."
"Show your gratitude then," I command.
You get up on your knees and crawl to my pussy. My meaty labia poke through a jungle of natural hair. With your tongue, you lap them clean until my manservant enters the room.

He carries a breakfast tray. I leave you to get back in bed and enjoy my meal. Your meal on the other hand is a dog bowl of green puree. You thank me for it and plunge your face into the bowl.

I'm still eating breakfast when you're done and I order the manservant to clean you up. He puts the leash around your next and drags you out of the room into the slave's utility room.

You climb inside the tub, already naked. The water is cold, slaves don't deserve water heating. Your nipples harden, your skin is covered in goosebumps. The manservant scrubs you clean. A part of your brain thinks you don't deserve this, but this is the will of your Goddess and you don't dare question it.

He brings you back to my room, but I'm already showering in the master bathroom. You can see his throbbing member level with your eyes. He's always hard. That's my own design. When it gets too painful, he'll do anything to earn release.

I walk out of the bathroom, naked, not completely dried off. "Fuck her ass for me," I order him before going back inside. He pushes you face down ass up. You feel his unlubricated thick white cock poke at the door of your asshole. In a series of thrusts, he pushes it deeper and deeper until his big balls slap your perineum.

I glance at you through the doorway while I'm preparing myself for the day, enjoying the sight greatly. The manservant knows his place. He knows his only worth to his Goddess is his massive cock and balls.

I can hear the slap of his pelvis against your butt cheeks while I get prepared. I don't need to see it to get aroused. I hear your sobs and can imagine your eyes tear up as I look into the mirror to do my makeup. When I get out ready, the look of pain and humiliation on your face is priceless.

I appear before you, radiant, wearing a white and gold dress that hugs my forms and descends all the way to my ankles. The dress is strapless, leaving my shoulders and cleavage uncovered. My natural beauty is heightened by elegant makeup. My brunette hair is tied in a chignon. I wear a golden necklace and earrings. On my left wrist, a special cuff of my design. Under the hemline, you can see black heels and stockings. You look up at me. My large breasts and plump butt put your attributes to shame. I'm taller, stronger than you. My skin is white, almost porcelain. I'm beautiful and powerful. I'm everything you want to be.

You, you're naked. Your hair is dyed blonde, all of it, even your pubes, in a futile attempt to disguise your nature as a worthless gook cunt. The manservant is still fucking your ass raw when I exit the bathroom. He stops his thrust with his cock halfway down your butthole, and looks up at me expectantly. I signal him to continue. I watch him violate you for a few more minutes before I push my feet forward towards you. You struggle to move as my manservant is pinning you down, but you manage to kiss my foot.

"You can stop now," I command him, and he takes his cock out of your ass. I move closer to him, grab his cock in my hand. I stroke it gently. It doesn't take long before he cums on my right hand. "Go get dressed," I order, before turning back to you. My left hand grabs you by the hair and pulls you up on your feet. I place my right hand in front of your mouth so you can lick it clean. Your tongue runs on my soft hand, licking the cum off of it.

I wipe the saliva on your body, then slap your face. No particular reason, I just want to remind you of your place. "Thank you My Goddess," you say. I attach the chain of your leash on my wrist cuff, and I walk out with you in tow. You stay close to me so that I don't have to be actively pulling on the chain. Falling behind too much has consequences you're not looking forward to revisit.

The manservant reappears dressed up. He wears a tight leather dress with high heels. For his humiliation, he wears fake boobs, bigger than yours, but less than mine. The outline of his cock is visible, but it has gone softer thanks to the release. He wears whorish makeup with a wig giving him long, ginger hair. He understands his place isn't that of a man but that of a servant.

He picks up my bag and runs along to load it in the truck. He opens the right back door for me. I push you in the back of the car, then follow to take my seat. The left back seat has been modified to securely restrain a slave on her knees. My seat, on the right, is leather, with armrests. He closes the door as I buckle your seat belt then mine. Today, we’re going to have fun with some friends.

"What's our destination, My Goddess?" the manservant asks from the driver seat.
"To the Hall."
"As you wish," he replies before turning the ignition and driving off.
You don't see the road from your position, just the sky and trees. You're so securely held in place not even your head can move.

The Hall is a mansion, lost in the middle of a private forest. It's an exclusive club but I, of course, am one of the most prominent members. We enter the main floor, a large room with tables, chairs, private booths for the highest ranking members of the club, a few BDSM implements, but the central feature is a stage from which doms and dommes can issue demonstrations of their skills and perversion. It's the morning, but there are already a couple dozen people gathered, some accompanied by their slaves and servants. A number of them wear masks to hide their visage, but some, like me, don't bother. When you start gaining enough notoriety in this circle, nothing can hide your identity.

All eyes turn to me. Some admire me. Some try to undress me with their eyes. Some think about what they'd do to me if they had the balls to try and dominate me. Some think about what I'd do to them if they submitted to me. But nobody is indifferent. Then they look at you with disgust. One guest even spits on you and calls you a filthy gook as we walk by. This is something they know I allow without permission.

We're here today because I'm the main attraction. I walk to the centre stage with you in tow and people start gaining their seats. I point my finger down at the middle of the stage and you kneel down there.

You can see men and women staring at you, whispering between themselves. Some are fully dressed and elegant. Some are wearing intricate BDSM gear. Already some guests have their slaves give them oral sex, while others fondle themselves or each other.

I whisper instructions to my servant who disappears for a moment. Then I turn to you. I unclip the chain from my wrist cuff and attach it to an anchor point in the ground. I circle around you, scanning you and the crowd.

Finally, with my right hand, I grab your chin, pull your head up, and open your jaw. Then I spit in your mouth and close your jaw. You swallow, then thank your Goddess.

With my left hand, I raise my skirt a little, halfway up my calf. I shove my foot between your legs and force them apart until I have access to your pussy. Then I give it a little kick, before I slap your face, followed by a backhand slap.

"Look at you," I say out loud so everyone can hear, "you pathetic, worthless yellow whore. Did you really think you could pass as white with your slutty blonde hair, you slant-eye nip? You make me sick," I say before spitting in your face.

You can read the reaction on the crowd's face. They're delighted by your humiliation. I circle you again, waiting for the manservant to come back, wheeling in a table with a larger drawer. He pushes it near you, then goes to kneel in a corner, waiting to be summoned.

I open the drawer to check that he did put in my toys in proper order. You see a devious smile on my face as I turn to you with a flog in my hand. I take a step forward to grab your earlobe. I pull up to make you stand on your feet. The chain is barely long enough, and you find your head being tugged down by the collar.

"Tell everybody what you are," I command.
"I'm a gook cunt," you say.
You feel the flog whip your back. You tense up as the burning sensation travels to your brain.
"Louder! What are you?"
"I'm a gook cunt," you yell.
I whip your stomach, sending another wave of pain through your body.
"Not good enough."
"I'm a pathetic, worthless yellow whore," you yell.
"Those are my words, you dumb cunt," I say before flogging your ass.
"I'm a worthless stupid gook slut," you stay.
"Yes you are," I reply, spitting in your face once more. "And what do you deserve?"
"I deserve to be used for your pleasure," you say.

With one upward motion, I let the flog land between your legs and whip your pussy. You yelp in pain and jump in place, but the chain pulls you down at the same time. You lose balance and fall forward on your knees. You hit the hardwood floor of the stage with force, and cry in pain.

"You can't even stand on your feet, that's how inferior you are," I tell the crowd before whipping your back again mercilessly.

As tears run down your face, I kneel down to your level to stare straight into your eyes. "Cry, my little slut," I say softly. "Your tears make your Goddess wet." I get back up and go back to the table. You can only wonder what's coming next as I ask for a volunteer and my eyes scan the crowd. I stop on a man, shirtless, his cock poking through his slacks' zipper. I invite him to come over with my finger.

You watch me put my arms around him and tenderly make out. It makes you jealous. It's a kind of love you'll never get from me.

"Help me take my dress off," I whisper.
"Of course," he replies.
"Yes My Goddess," I correct him in a show of dominance. "Don't make me repeat it."
"Yes My Goddess," he acquiesces.

I turn around to give him access to my corsage. You can't help but wonder how I managed to get into it on my own, but you quickly chase the thought. Of course your white Goddess can do that. Only your stupid ass would need help dressing up.

I feel his hands cop a feel at my breasts. I purr in approbation. He slowly caresses my body while pulling my dress down. When it falls on the floor, the manservant comes pick it up and carefully folds it. I turn back to my mystery man and kiss him again.

What you see then, and what everybody sees, is my mature body on display. My large breasts are peeking over a white open-cup corset with gold motifs, nipples erect, and a white garter belt with gold suspenders attached to black stockings. A pair of comfortable medium heels complete the look and elevate my stature with style.

My upper body shows some muscle definition, enough to rough handle a slut like you. My armpits and arms are shaved smooth. My southern hemisphere on the other hand is completely unshaven, starting with a happy trail from my bellybutton to the unkempt pubic jungle, and peach fuzzy hair on my legs, hidden for the most part by my stockings.

I gently position the man in front of you. Then I place myself behind him, pressing my body against his, pushing him forward until his erect cock pokes your face. I reach around him to grab your hair. "Open wide, dumb cunt," I order before pushing him forward again.

His member enters your mouth. "Follow my lead," I whisper, with both arms now wrapped around him. I thrust my hips back, and he follows, his cock coming out of your mouth. Then I thrust forward, my pelvis slapping on his butt and pushing his cock down your throat.

This is how your Goddess fucks your mouth with his cock. Each slap of my pelvis is followed by a gag from your dirty mouth. Once more you tear up, this time with saliva drooling out of your mouth.

At the pace I'm driving, the guy doesn't last very long. Five minutes at most. Enough to make you start choking on dick. "Cum on her filthy face," I whisper to him. So when he's about there, he signals me and takes his cock out of your mouth. He grabs his cock with his right hand, and I reach around to swat his hand away and place mine instead.

It takes three strokes before he sprays his cum all over your face. I thank him for his participation and let him go back to his seat. "He's but a surrogate," I tell you quietly, "but make no mistakes, this is my cum on your face. So what do you say to me?"

"Thank you My Goddess."

I turn to the crowd. "Would somebody bring me a chair?" I ask. Several men scramble, but one is faster than the others. As a reward, I tell him to add his cum to your pathetic yellow face.

A line of spunk lands on your cheek and continues up to your forehead through your eyelid. Your eyes get red from the semen in your eyes. A drop of it drips from your chin. You wanted white skin, this is the only way you'll ever get it. But for now I have other plans.

I walk back to the table to find another implement, but you don't see what it is quite yet. I unchain you from your position and lead you to the chair. I sit, then lay you over my knees. Then I show you the object in my hand. A simple leather belt.

"Every time you feel my slap, you'll say an adjective out loud to describe yourself. If you fail to come up with something, if you come up with something I don't like, it's the belt for you."

You feel my hand caress your butt at first. You were expecting me to start slapping right away, but instead I give it some time. You don't understand why, until you're surprised by my hand suddenly but firmly spanking your ass.

"Worthless," you yell out loud. Slap. "Gook." Slap. "Whore." You anticipate it, but it doesn't come. "I said adjective, not noun, you dumb cunt. And so, time for the belt. Let's see if you can count."

I belt your ass ten times, and every time you count out loud. "Let's continue," I say before returning to spanking you with my hand.

"Whorish," you correct yourself. Dumb. Ugly. Unworthy. Stupid. Then your mind blanks. "Time to see if you can count to twenty then," I announce. Twenty whips of the belt later, you come up with filthy, slutty, slant-eyed, and then once again come up empty.

This time it goes to thirty. At the end of the belting, your ass is scarlet red. Your cheeks are on fire, any touch sends a wave of pain. You pray internally for it to stop. And it seems your Goddess sensed your prayers.

"It seems your vocabulary has come to an end. What a surprise," I say to belittle you publicly. There's another reason I stop, one that I don't show. My hand is tingling in pain from slapping your ass so much. Everybody who's spanked a slave by hand knows that feeling, but how good of a poker face you can put on separates the true doms from the rest

There is a round of quiet applause for my display. I push you off my knees and you fall on the ground. I get off the chair, I place a foot on your body, posing like a hunter who neutralized her prey. You cower, facing away from the crowd, waiting for the applause to subside.

When it does, a man walks on the stage to announce a break. The morning comes at an end. Now, it's time for the Goddess to enjoy lunch.

I pick you up from the ground and lead you off the stage into a private booth. The booth is a round alcove, with a round table and a large sofa surrounding half of it. Two plates are already served on the table, with a large rib steak for two, a plate of fries and a plate of salad. You have the foolish hope this is meant for you, but a waiter brings you a bowl of water and a bowl of porridge.

A man enters behind you, and closes the thick dark red curtain, leaving only a small round space with a Goddess, her plaything, and her guest. He is wearing a classic tuxedo, and his demeanor exudes power. He pays no attention to you. You're barely human after all.

"Hello Maxine," he says.
"Hello you. I was hoping you would win the bidding war."
"It was hard fought, but worth every penny for a moment in your company."

He takes my hand to kiss it, then pulls it behind him to move me forward. Our bodies intersect, and we make out passionately. We sit side by side during lunch, close together. His arm comes around my shoulder to pull me closer for a kiss. My hand runs on his thigh and on his crotch.

"You are so magnificent, as always."
"And you, always hard as ever I see."

You can feel a tension between the two of us. Two doms enjoying a moment together but still sizing each other up, looking for a sign of weakness, trying to figure who would get the upper hand. We both know it would be a dangerous game to play. There is no recovery from power being publicly stripped from you. Many men tried to dominate me, but the wannabe doms ended servants, sissies, piss sponges, or simply broken and humiliated subs. But the fate of a woman falling from grace is much worse, ending like a good for nothing whore like you.

The meal is lovely. We spend time talking and idly kissing and cuddling between bites. Even with the tension between us, there is no power play. This isn't the first such meal we spend together. We have an understanding. Ruining such a perfect moment for a faint attempt at taking control would be a sin. We simply enjoy good food and good company.

For dessert, he gently lies me on the sofa, pushing me on my back. He lifts one of my legs on the seat, and slowly plunges in between them, towards my hairy mound. You can see his face burrow between my legs from your point of view, and my body writhe under the touch of his tongue and fingers. Nobody can see what happens in the booth, but those that come nearby can hear my moans of pleasure. Some would consider it a weakness, to go down on a domme like that. But unlike you, he does that of his own volition, without my hands forcing his head in place, just for the simple joy of pleasing a beautiful woman.

It takes a special kind of man to eat a woman out, let her squirt on his man, and still take it in stride. Smaller man would feel humiliated, but he wears it as a badge of honor. He sits back in place and offers me a hand so I can sit upright again. I wrap my arms around his neck and licks his face clean. He drops his pants around his ankles, his hard member alluring me. I sensually kiss my way down his body until I reach the tip of his cock. I don't hesitate to put it in my mouth. My head bobs up and down his shaft, my tongue caressing it inside my mouth. The sounds are unmistakable. After five minutes of a passionate blowjob, he pulls on my hair to signal me to stop.

I come up to kiss him again. We both want to go further, so I straddle his lap and, while looking straight into his eyes, I line up my labia on the top of his bellend. I barely push down that he breaks eye contact, his head tilting back, eyes closed. I bite my lip while I feel his manhood enter my vagina. It fills me just right to push against my walls with the exact correct amount of force. I start slowly moving myself up and down, trying to find his mouth to kiss him at the same time. But soon, I let my hair down and pick up the pace. My brunette locks dance in his face as I bounce on his lap with energy.

He is fucking me, but I'm in control. His hands caress my back and my butt while mine help me bounce. The wet slopping sounds of sex fill the booth. You can only look at me enjoying myself with jealousy. Nobody would want to make love to you with such passion. You're just a filthy gook, your place is to be used, not loved.

"Oh, Maxine, I..."
I plant my lips on his. I know exactly what he was going to say, but I don't want to stop. I can feel his body tense up, trying to fight the urge, but it's no use. On a downwards swing, his cock erupts, a hot stream of cum spraying into my womb.
"I thought you weren't protected," he says to me.
"I'm not," I reply with a mischievous smile.
"What would the people think if the Goddess got pregnant?"
"That it's a divine act of her volition. They could only imagine the kind of man worthy of such privilege."
"If this is what you want, you should come visit me someday. It would be my pleasure to breed you."
"To conceive with me," I correct him. "You breed a slut. But with a Goddess, you partake in the act of creation."
"Of course."
"Don't think this is a weakness. Even with a full belly, I could still eat you alive," I tell him before giving him another big kiss.

I climb off his lap and sit back in place. He pulls his pants back up while I tie my hair back up. He gives me one last kiss before getting up and leaving the booth. I take a few minutes to calm down and gather my emotions. Then, it's time for the Goddess to get back on the stage.

More people have come to the Hall during the lunch break. The floor is now packed. With a quick glance I guess 60 to 70 people have come to watch me. And as I walk back on stage the room grows quiet.

I drag you to the table, push you against it, and when you can’t move forward anymore, I grab your hair and bend you down. I signal my manservant, still obediently waiting nearby. He comes to me quickly. You hear me ask for two glasses and two bottles of cold water.

While he runs off to do my bidding, I pull cuffs from the drawer under the table, and cuff your ankles to the table’s feet. Some in the crowd expect me to bind your hands in the same way, but those who know me can only guess what devious plot I have in mind.

The manservant comes back. I pull your arms in a T pose, still bent down on the table. It’s narrow enough that it doesn’t support your arms at all. And then, I place the two glasses in your hands. You have to twist your wrists and shoulders uncomfortably to keep them right side up, but you do it, because this is my will. I pour the two glasses full of water.

“Water is precious,” I tell you out loud, so the crowd can hear. “Even a dumb fucking whore like you should understand that. You better not waste it.”

Then I pull up the chair and sit, arms and legs crossed, looking straight into your eyes with a smile. It’s easy at first. You just have to lock your arms in place. But time passes. The glasses seem to weigh heavier. Your muscles start trembling. A few drops of water spill out. But I’m not moving, I’m just watching you struggling.

Your left arm gives out first, spill all the water as it falls down. The glass slips out of your hand but doesn’t break. A few seconds later, it’s your right arm that gives up in much the same way. I uncross my limbs and get up.

I don’t address you, I address someone in the crowd. “How much?” You can’t quite hear his answer, but he's telling me how long you lasted. Then I turn to you. I grab you by the hair and pull your face up. “You held out longer than I expected. Still pathetic though,” I stay before slapping you and releasing your hand. You bent back down on the table submissively.

I pick a woman from the crowd. A blonde with an aggressive leather outfit. She’s short and stout. “How would you like your pussy licked?” I ask, and she trots along to the stage. She undresses herself. You can see she has well-defined muscles. Her pussy is hairy like mine, but the rest of her body is shaved. She climbs on the table, sits and scoots forward until your face is in her crotch.

She grabs your hair with two hands and you start eating her out. That’s when you feel a sharp pain on your pussy. It makes you yelp and recoil, but the woman is holding your head in place tight. You feel another hit on your pussy.

The crowd watches the return of my belt, punishing your pathetic performance, with delight. With the belt folded in half, I whip your ass. It leaves a big red mark, and it stings like hell. I leave another big mark on your back as the sound echoes throughout the room. I whip the back of your legs. I whip your pussy and asscheeks again.

Your mind shuts off from the pain, you can’t even lick pussy anymore. The blonde woman is upset. I help her off the stage and send my manservant with her to make her feel whole. You, on the other hand, deserve more punishment.

I start by taking one of the bottles of water, the one that’s still full. I splash the content on you. The water is cold, so cold it sends your body shivering. Then I put a ring gag in your mouth, and finally tie your hands forward.

I turn to the crowd once more. “I need volunteers with big cocks.” A dozen men get up to the stage, plus one woman. I’m intrigued of course, so I walk up to her.

“So you have a big cock,” I ask her.
“Bigger than them no doubt,” she replies.
“Bold claim for a woman.”

I take a few steps back and ask the line up to take their dicks out. The woman wasn’t lying. She lifts her skirt and puts the other men to shame. I decide to keep her and send them back to their seats. The woman you see has long black hair, massive fake titties, and a thick, girthy penis. A beautiful specimen of a trans woman.

“Tell me, how fast can you pump that gook slut’s ass full of cum?”
“Going as hard as I can, few minutes.”
“Do you hear that, little slut?”
You nod.
“Do you think you can beat the time she held out?” I ask her.
“That would be a challenge. Is there a reward?”
“Aren’t you a greedy little thing.”
“Don’t call me little, ‘Goddess’.”
She has spirit. She’s clearly a domme, strong-willed, but willing to play the game. So am I.
“So what reward do you have in mind?” I indulge her.
“Dinner with you someday.”
“That’s agreeable. If you beat her time. If not...”
With the belt still in my hand, I whip your ass.
“In front of everybody,” I continue. “So, are you willing to bet your ass?”
She grins with a most devious smile. That’s how I know she won’t hold up anything.

You feel the head of her cock pressed against your butthole, but she doesn’t enter yet. It’s only with a painful belting on your back that I give her the signal to start. There’s significant friction, but she’s hard as a rock and puts all her weight behind her cock. She hits the bottom, slams her body against your cheeks in a second. The first thrust has you clenching your fists and biting on the gag.

The pace is frantic. The woman goes fast, almost inhumanely fast. She wants to fill your ass with every fiber of her being. She’s so fixated on her goal, she doesn’t say a word, barely grunts at all. The crowd is holding their breath. The only sounds are her dry slaps and your pathetic cries.

“FUCK!” she finally yells, eyes closed, head tilting backwards. She’s stopped with her cock fully inserted. “Fucking worthless bitch,” she says to you, grabbing your hair to the side so she can she your cheek, and spit on it. She removes her cock from your ass. Cum dribbles out as she does. She slaps your ass firmly once she’s out. It doesn’t change much for you, you’re still crying.

“How’s that for time?” she asks.
She beat you of course. And she put on an impressive display. I give her a big passionate kiss. I can feel her cock get hard again. I tell her to go at reception before she leaves, and ask them to put her in contact with the Goddess. I’m definitely looking forward to play with her someday.

But for now, she leaves to regain her seat, and you’re still sobbing. I pull your head up, level with mine. I remove the gag, so I can put my lips on yours and force my tongue past them. You surrender to me. You let your tongue dance with mine. For a moment there, the pain goes out of your body, the humiliation lifts. But there’s a return to reality when I break the kiss.

I climb on the table and sit on your arms. I grab your hair once more and shove my hairy pussy in your face. “You better make me cum, cunt,” is the only instruction you receive. Your eyes are still watery, but you do your best to please your Goddess. This is your one chance at redemption.

I stay silent as your tongue desperately caresses my labia. My pubes tickle your skin. You try to rub your nose against my clit. I signal my manservant to come over. I whisper my command into his ear, and he places himself behind me and reaches around to massage my breast. I’m the Goddess. Why should I put any effort into my pleasure?

You hear a heavy sigh from me. You’re not sure if it’s anger or pleasure. You don’t dare look up. But you get your answer in the form of a spasm. A powerful jet of squirt goes into your mouth. You instinctively swallow as it hits the back of your throat. I let the orgasm run its course before I release your head and climb down.

“Look at you,” I say loud enough for the crowd to hear, “you are capable of something when it comes to worshipping your white Goddess, aren’t you?”
“Yes, My Goddess,” you say with a weak voice.
“Louder!”
“Yes, My Goddess!”
“Then tell everybody how much you worship me.”
“You’re my Goddess. My life is yours. I only exist to serve you. I’m an inferior yellow whore. I need my white Goddess because I’m too stupid to take care of myself. The pain you inflict is only righteous. I deserve nothing more. Please My Goddess, I know I’m worthless and I’m not worthy of you, but I want to serve you forever.”

I pat your head like a good little puppy.

“Now now,” I tell you, “you are worthless and stupid and ugly and unworthy of my love, but you have your use as my little yellow paintoy.”

You’re useful. And your Goddess said so in public. You’ll cherish that compliment for a long time.

I grab the remaining bottle of water and drink all of it. I sit on the chair and let my hair loose. My majestic brunette mane comes to rest on my shoulders, descending as low as my breasts. I stretch my arms and sit back for a moment, staring at you. There’s some murmurs in the crowd. What game is she playing? Well, I’m just taking a little break. It’s hard being a Goddess. But unlike the other guy, I don’t need a full day out of seven to replenish.

“Are you thirsty?” I ask you.
“Yes, My Goddess.”
“Well then, let’s find you some fluids,” I say before walking off the stage. I disappear for two minutes. Everybody is left to stare at your worthless body still tied up to the table. Then I come back and turn the chair towards the crowd.

“It will be a little time before the next activity. I’ll take questions from the crowd in the meantime.”

A man gets up from his chair. "How have you conditioned a yellow cunt so well? She was clearly crying but didn't scream once during that hard dry anal fuck."

"Years of hard work, training and practice. There is no magic secret technique, although a woman knows how to humiliate another woman."
I walk closer to him, I push him back on his chair and sit on his lap.
"I believe there's a submissive slut in all of us, even men. Even me. You become a domme when you find your inner slut and chain her in your mind palace. I know what makes my inner slut squeal. Every woman is different, but every slut is the same. It's just a matter of finding her deepest fears and desires, finding what humiliates her, what turns her on and off. Then use that to break her spirit down, and build it back up. So many doms forget that. But it's not enough to break her. You have to reassemble the pieces together, rearrange them into something of your design. It takes time. It takes skill. It takes a strong mind. The result speaks for itself. She'll do anything for me. Or she'll try at least, and fail, and accept punishment. No matter how painful or humiliating. Because I built her to worship me."

I get up and walk to a man who timidly raised his hand. I sit in the chair next to him.

"H-hello Mistress," he starts.
"It's My Goddess to you," I say sternly. I sense he is a sub, with no master or mistress.
"I'm so sorry My Goddess, I-I-I…"
I grab his jaw and move his head to look me straight in the eyes.
"At ease. Speak your mind," I say with a softer voice.
He relaxes.
"I was wondering, other than doing the small tasks we have seen you command of him, what else would a manservant be requested to do while working for you?"

"A lot of it is chores," I say, still looking straight into his eyes. "Cooking, cleaning, laundry, dusting. He drives me around. He does my bidding, whatever it is I need in the moment. He has a thick dick I can use to punish my slave with. Sometimes I'll make him eat my pussy or fondle me while I'm doing something else. Everything I'm too busy to do, I make him do. When I'm not home, he keeps an eye on my whore, makes sure she's fed, cleaned and ready when I get home. But it's mainly a menial role rather than a sexual one. I have my yellow whore for sex."

I can see the thought is working its way through his mind. I release his jaw.

"I already have one manservant though. But maybe someone else here can make use of you."

I get up and find a woman dressed in tight leather. She has a confident attitude about her

"Where did you acquire such a useful yellow pain toy? It seems it serves you well. I've been looking for one myself, but it's difficult finding promising slave material."

"This one was a stripper. She was a student, broke, trying to do anything to stay afloat. I offered her money for sex. I used that to gauge her. A down payment of sorts. Then I offered her a life without needs. No need to work. No need to find food. No need to study. She only has to obey. I've had other yellow whores before. Black whores, white whores. Most of them down on their luck. I don't look for color, I look for power. Or lack thereof rather. This one was weak, with an inferiority complex. Maybe that's why she stripped instead of finding a real job. Or maybe she's just a dumb gook slut who knows her station in life is to sexually serve others."

Another woman raises her hand. She doesn't look civilian. She wears a mask to hide the upper half of her face. She's a cute redhead, leaning against the wall in the back. I walk up to her, plant my arms on the wall, scan her up and down.
She isn't afraid like a sub, she isn't confident like a dom. Just a woman. I engage my lips on hers, and we make out for a minute.

"What's your question darling?"
"Right," she says a little flustered. "How do you balance your sex drive and work? You seem so elegant and proper, but training such great living toys must take a lot of time. So how do you finance yourself?"

"I worked in finance. That helps to get you started. I still have investments. But I also profit from my domming. I get a portion of the proceeds here when I'm on the centre stage. I auction time with me, like I did with lunch today. And then of course I train toys for other people. It's highly skilled work, so highly paid too."
I kiss her again, sliding a hand into her pants.
"If you're asking how I maintain a balance, I treat it like a job. I take two days off my week. I budget vacation days. I use that time to unwind, not trying to be a dom. I have normal relationships. Most never know about my activities. It's important to be able to take yourself out of it, and just relax."
I take my hand out of her pants and lick my fingers clean.
"Come find me after the show," I whisper into her ear so that nobody else can hear, "I'll show you what I do in my spare time."

The session finally gets back on track when four burly men come rolling a big box on the stage. When they place it in position, you can see it looks like some sort of shower on wheels. It’s roughly two metres by two metres. There’s three walls, the fourth side is just open. It’s all covered by ceramic tiling. You can see there’s a drain on the floor, feeding a small reservoir under the whole contraption.

I untie you from the table and drag you to the centre of the box. You get on your knees when I order you to. I grab your head to face my vagina, and with a sigh of relief I piss in your face. Now you understand the point of this device.
“What do you say to me?”
“Thank you My Goddess.”
“Now lick my pussy clean.”

You have no choice but to lap the piss off my pussy and pubes, or else the consequences will be dire. You’re almost glad when I lose interest after a few licks. But then it’s only to ask for some audience participation.

“Anybody else need to use the toilet?”
To your horror, a couple dozen people stand up and start lining up.
“Piss, cum, squirt, spit, as much as you need. No contact with my whore, or you’ll join her in the box. No more than a minute each. If I tell you to stop, don’t make me repeat it.”
The people nod in agreement.
“Let’s start then.”

The first man pees on your face. So does the second, while also spitting on top of your head. The third is already pumping his cock with vigor and almost immediately cums on your face, your hair and your breasts. The fourth is a woman who pees over you and then spits in your face. You get the idea. Everybody follows my rules. I’m almost disappointed I have nobody to beat senseless. Except maybe you.

But for now, you’re drenched in piss. A lot of the cum hasn’t stuck because of that, but there’s still some white goo in your hair and on your face. You took a few squirts, and almost everybody’s spit.

I throw you a bottle of water. “Use that to clean yourself. You can drink what’s left.” You clean the cum off your face and try to wash off the piss from your body. There’s maybe one glass of water left in the bottle, you decide to drink it. You hope I’ll find you clean enough as it is.

You're a little relieved when I come drag you out of the box by the hair and back to the table. This time, with your back on it. I don't tie you, instead I climb on top of you, resting my hairy pussy on your face.

"And now, the moment you've all been waiting," I say to the crowd as your tongue start to pleasure me. "Those of you who bought a premium ticket, show me your bracelet."

The view is obscured to you, but a forest of hands raise, all sporting a red band on the wrist. They've all paid extra for one thing. It becomes apparent what when the first man lines up and penetrates your pussy with force.

I feel you squeal and moan, but your sounds are muffled by my divine vagina. The man stares at me as he pumps you at brisk pace.

"You want to breed the yellow whore?" I ask him.
"Fuck yeah."
"You and everyone else."

You lose count quickly. I never leave my post. The whole time, I'm sitting on your face while men after men come to ravage you on stage. A few women come in the mix too. I see the trans woman from earlier take her turn. I see the blonde woman you failed to please insert a massive strapon in your hole.

You feel cock after cock ravaging you, all different sizes, but all come at you hard and fast, until they twitch and pump their seed in your womb. There's so much cum inside of you it gushes out after just a few men. One man's load serves as lube for the next one. But none of them stops for it.

I lose count too around twenty, when I cum violently on your face and upper body. But I stay in place, your tongue now trying to please my very sensitive pussy. You make Goddess legs shake. You feel some pride in it, immediately offset by the conga line of men running over you.

The man I had lunch with takes his turn. He winks at me. I nod back. He knows something others don't. A lot of men want to rape a half-baked bastard inside of your whorish womb. I imagine they think if they breed you and your offspring enough, they'll turn your genes white.

But as far as I'm concerned, one worthless yellow cumslut is already enough, the world doesn't need a whitewashed copy. That's why you went to have yourself sterilized when you first submitted your body to your Goddess. You knew you weren't even worth breeding. Fertility is a trait only for a true Goddess.

So he cums inside of you, knowing full well nothing will come of it except your humiliation and my pleasure, then the next man takes his turn frantically trying to put a half-white baby in you.

I've lost the count of my orgasms now. When the last man comes and leaves, I can barely stand straight. A weak slut like you would have fallen into a puddle. But I managed to stay on top of you, even if I have to brace myself with my arms pressing on your pathetic breasts.

White goo is flowing out of your hole. There's some splattered all over your pubic area. There's a small sticky puddle on the ground.

I finally unmount your face when I feel I have regained enough strength to stand on my legs. I grab your collar and kneel you in front of me. You and I are sweating profusely, from the intense pleasure we've received.

"Lick me clean," I order you. You go to lick my pussy, but I smack your face before you can reach it. "Lick my whole body clean you dumb cunt."

You start at the feet, your tongue working it's way up both if my legs, lick the sweat off my skin and hair. Everybody watches intently while you worship the body of your Goddess.

When you're about to reach my breasts, I smack you again. "Enough," I say. And walk to the front of the stage, dragging you next to me, on your knees.

"That's the end of the show," I announce. I'm a bit short of breath, a whole day of punishing you is quite exhausting. I can't imagine how tired you are, mostly because I don't care.

I give you a little kick.
"Be grateful slut."
“Thank you Goddess,” you say, panting and worn out. “Thank you members of the Hall... every load in me.. every forced orgasm was a gift. A broken toy like me isn’t worthy and can’t find the words to express myself. So Thank you. Thank you all.” Your eyes look up at me. “Thank you, My Goddess.”

I give you a pat on the head and walk off the stage with you in tow. The manservant stays behind to gather my things. You follow me to a private room. There’s a golden plaque with my name on it. I lock the door behind us. I ask you to take the rest of my clothes off and I stand naked in all my glory before you. I take your hand gently and lead you to a tub. I pour hot water and get in first.

I sit back and you come in afterwards. You rest your back on my chest as my arms surround you. No words are exchanged for a long while. I just cuddle you while I soak in the tub. You press a button and activate the bubble function.
“Good idea, my little slut” I tell you.
“Thank you, My Goddess. Did I do good out there?”
“You did very well, I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you, My Goddess.”
“Would you like to do that again someday?”
“Yes. I want to serve you the best I can, My Goddess.”
“But did you enjoy it?”
You turn your head back to me. I can see your cheeks blushing.
“I like being your toy. I enjoyed being humiliated and punished. As Goddess intended.”

My lips find yours. I deliver you a passionate kiss. I don’t push my tongue into your mouth. Instead I wait for yours to come find mine. You feel my hands rove over your body. Caress your breasts. Gently pinch your nipples. A finger rubs your pussy.

You rest your head back on my shoulder, your cheek against mine. We sit there, relaxing in silence. And for a moment there, in the warm water, surrounded by the warmth of my body, you feel loved, like nobody ever loved you.