DILYS 2




By the time Dilys got home an hour later Michaels email was already waiting
for her.

The email began by addressing her as Mistress Dilys, which brought a smile to
her face as he has used the title unprompted. He would have to learn however
that she was far more than a mere mistress and that Goddess Dilys would be a
more suitable title. Michael then went on to thank her for being allowed the
opportunity to serve her and reassuring her that although he was not worthy of
such an honour he would do his best to please her in any way she saw fit. He
then supplied his name, address, home and mobile phone numbers, his salary and
a break down of his outgoings. He finished by saying that as he lived alone
and had no dependants he had plenty of time to devote to serving her. Dilys
sat back and smiled. She had no real use for him, and had merely been
relieving her frustration when she had broken his will and enslaved him, but
there was something rather sweet about his willing submission and eagerness to
please her. She decided that she would keep him for a while and see how things
went. He may not be in a position of wealth or power, but he was clearly
besotted with her, and would require very little training. She imagined he
would serve quite well as a faithful little pet. If dog was mans best friend,
then man was clearly hers she thought to herself. Her reply was simple and to
the point. She told him what her favourite wine was and listed some of her
favourite foods. She would expect him to have all these things in his house
should she ever decide to visit, and it had to be fresh. She knew that he
would have to throw away some of the stuff and replace it every few days and
she had expensive tastes, but as a Goddess she expected to have whatever took
her fancy at a moments notice.

It was a week later before Michael heard anything from Dilys and he was
frantic. Had she forgotten him, was he no longer required? He had been unable
to concentrate on anything all week. His every waking moment was filled with
thoughts of her. He masturbated at the thought of her several times a day and
the thought of not seeing her again was unbearable. As ordered he had gone out
and stocked up on the items she had requested. The wine she liked was £25 a
bottle and being unsure of what she would expect he had bought four bottles.
Yesterday he had thrown out a bag of Kiwi fruit and 2 boxes of strawberries.
He considered not replacing them, but the thought had vanished almost as soon
as it came, and he immediately headed off to the supermarket, unable to break
her conditioning.

He was on his way home from work when his mobile rang. "Hello", he answered.
"I will be around tonight at half past six" Dilys breathed down the phone. "I
feel like having some company while I watch a movie, so you will go to the
video shop and rent Pretty Woman for me, is that understood?" "Y...Yes of
course", Michael stammered, his heart racing at the thought of seeing his
mistress again. Before he could say anything else, she had hung up.

After detouring by the video store, Michael had just enough time to give the
house a quick tidy and have a shower before 6.30. He had almost given up on
her coming when an hour after the arranged time there was a knock at the door.
"I didn't think you were coming", Michael said as he let her in. The words
were barely out of his mouth when she hit him with a vicious backhand. "You
dare to question me?" she spat, grabbing him by the throat and pinning him to
the wall. "I...I'm sorry", he gasped "I didn't mean anything by it". "Pour me
a glass of wine", she ordered "and start the film, I will have a look around".
With that she walked out the kitchen and went to explore the house. When she
returned a few minutes later Michael was standing in the living room holding a
glass of wine, with the film paused at the start. Without a word Dilys took
the glass from him and sat down on the sofa. "You don't have a foot stool",
she remarked as she kicked off her trainers. Michael simply looked at the
ground unsure of how to respond, and terrified of incurring her wrath after
her earlier display of violence. "So you better get on your hands and knees
hadn't you". Michael immediately got on all fours and maneuvered himself in
front of the sofa. Dilys swung her legs up onto his back and hit play on the
remote. For the next hour and a half Michael knelt on the floor while Dilys
watched the movie, resting her feet on him. Only twice did she allow him to
get up, both times to refill her glass, before ordering him back to his
position as a piece of furniture.

When the movie finished she moved her legs. "You may show your gratitude at
having my company by kissing my feet" she commanded. Michael needed no second
invitation and immediately began to lavish her stocking soles with kisses. "I
may have need of you next week", she stated "So I expect you to be here every
night after work just in case". "Of course Mistress", Michael responded
between kisses, "Whatever you wish". Dilys then moved her feet so that she had
one hooked around the back of his neck and the other pressed against his
throat. "Can you stop me from choking you?" she asked as she began to apply
pressure to his windpipe. Michael grabbed at her ankles and tried to relieve
the pressure, but after being used as a footstool for so long his arms were
still rubbery and Dilys' legs were immensely strong. She began to slowly
increase the pressure, watching with amusement as Michael renewed his efforts
to break free from the choke hold while gasping for air. "Of course you
can't", she replied to her own question, "right now I could end your life and
there is nothing you can do about it". She applied yet more pressure causing
him to turn red "No-one knows I am here, my fingerprints or DNA is not held on
any police database, I could murder you so easily and I would never be
caught." Michael was panicking now, his arms dropped to his sides and his
vision was blurring, she was going to kill him using nothing but her beautiful
feet simply because she could, and he was powerless to stop her. Suddenly
Dilys stop choking him, and moved her feet to either side of his head, to stop
him from collapsing to the ground. Michael began to gasp in mouthfuls of air
while Dilys watched him impassively. She loved holding someone's life in her
hands, or feet for that matter. It gave her such a thrill to play god,
deciding if another person would live or die. "I am more than a mere
mistress", she said in an icy tone, "I am a Goddess, and that is how you will
address me from now on". She opened her legs and let Michael slump to the
ground at her feet still gasping for air as she pulled on her trainers and
left the house.

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