The Second Option: Cruel Goddess or Constant Slave

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

What am I To Be, Master or Slave?

The fence was completed and I receded further from the outer world.

All supplies were now delivered to a secure pass-through cabinet at the gate and I’d then go and retrieve them without ever having to see another human being. Certainly, it got a little lonely, but the views of the outer world on the Internet and TV made me glad I wasn’t a part of it. Too, I could now always dress as and how I felt the urge and so indulged my fantasies fully. When stuff arrived, I’d walk the two km to the gate to get the exercise and of course, nine times out of ten, I wore my regular rubber cat suit and associated restraints, never knowing that soon, there would be no choice permitted.

The new Still Suit sat waiting to be used and other mysterious, heavy packages also arrived, but had not been opened. Connie had requested that I refrain from doing so, as she wanted them to be a surprise when the time came.

During the following months I really got into the kink side of my life and Connie became more and more of the Domme that I’d always hungered and searched so desperately for. With her fine control of my nervous system and body I was easily and frequently transported to places and intense sensations that were hard to believe and difficult to describe, ever deepening my addiction. It was Connie who first brought into the open the idea of a permanent role switch for us both and thanks to her planting the seeds during my incredible s****l episodes under her control, I began to think very seriously about what I wanted from life and the possibilities she presented. At 35 years of age I was doing fine, but I still lacked that ‘raison d’etre’ we all need as a core in our lives.

What she offered was to become my ‘Goddess’; one that could and would totally control all aspects of my life, but ensure that I was well looked after. Connie stated that she would be implacable in her actions and disciplines, but always ensure that I was safe, even though I might wish desperately for death while she administered my life and her torments. After all, without my body to power her, she too would die... so she said... and I believed her, at that point.

Connie left the topic to bubble in the back of my mind for a couple of days while I proceeded about my normal business, then brought it back again and finally asked the question point blank.

“Jan? What would you like? I can be anything you wish and for as long as you wish. The way I see is that there are two options to consider, but be thoroughly warned that the Second Option is very much a permanent arrangement... one with no chance, ever, of you backing out, if you decide to select it.”

I quivered with foreboding upon hearing her voice whisper that into my ears and at the last phrase she became very positive.

“Connie, I want to hear what you propose, OK?” I sub-vocalized to her.

“Very well. We’ve already partially explored the First Option for a timed scene, in which I assumed only a partial control. That particular style of session can be done as many times as you wish in the future and the Second Option will always remain available to you. However, as I stated a moment ago, if you do decide to go for the Second Option, there will be no turning back, nor will there be any escape for you, if you agree to it.”

“With the First Option... a timed duration... I can make the sessions even more intense for you by assuming full control and be assured that I’ll wring you out quite thoroughly each time, more so than you’ve already experienced.”

“However, if you ever decide to accept the Second Option, I will assume immediate control and you will do my bidding, no matter whether you wish to or not. You will have no say in anything whatsoever and will, in effect, become my permanent slave while I will be, quite literally, your Goddess of domination and control, for the remainder of your life. I calculate that given your current health, freedom from disease and physical limitations, you’ll probably live another 80 or 90 years, and perhaps as many as another 200, given the state of medical developments.”

“Oh s**t!” I gulped with a shivering of part-dread and distinct arousal that this could actually be made to come true!

“I see from your brain wave pattern and physical reactions that the Second Option holds some considerable attraction for you, Jan,” she stated laconically.

“It does, Connie, but the prospect completely terrifies me!” I whispered, shaking violently.

“Of course it does,” she stated easily. “But be assured that you won’t be killed or maimed, although certain devices will need to be mounted within and affixed to your body, as life-long additions. I need you alive to keep me alive, as you know.” Of course that last statement was a lie, but I’d not discover that for a long time.

“Uh, OK. Understood, but for the moment I want to take only the First Option. At least that’ll give me some idea of what to expect if I ever decide to go for the Second Option.”

“Very well Jan. I will abide by your decision that for the moment you only want to try Option One until you indicate otherwise. Is it time for some play under the new guidelines?”

“Connie, I need time to think about the whole thing, OK?” I said, trying to put off something I knew was coming as sure as a glacier’s advance. “Yes, I want to do a session, as you know so well, but I need some time to absorb what you’ve said.”

“Of course. We’ll discuss it again whenever you’re ready.”

What she had made possible for me to achieve was a long-held, secret dream, or so it seemed, but she’d had no small part in making me hunger to make it come true.