DILYS 6 




Michael awoke on the floor of his living room several hours later. His whole
body ached and he was wearing only a pair of the black silk pants. On the
floor next to him was a box containing 7 pairs of identical underwear, his
clothes were lying in a heap next to the box and there was a sheet of paper on
top of the pile. Michael tried to remember what had happened. His last memory
was of Dilys sitting on his lap, slowly fucking him into submission, as he
offered her his very soul. At some point he must have passed out and been
driven home.

Michael picked up the sheet of paper. It contained a web address and a
username and password. Along the bottom were the instructions "All slaves of
the Goddess are expected to log onto this site at least once a day in worship
of her". A shiver of excitement ran through Michael and he immediately picked
himself up and headed upstairs to his computer. When he went to the website
there was a plain black screen with a username and password box in the middle.
Michael entered his details, slave32 and punyman, wondering if the username
truly signified that he was her 32nd human possession or if she had even more.

Once logged in Dilys appeared on his screen in a pre-recorded video. Only her
face could be seen but she looked impossibly beautiful. "Hello slave", she
purred "during these worship sessions you will remove all your clothes and
kneel before your Goddess". Michael immediately stripped off the pants he was
wearing and dropped to his knees in front of the monitor. Dilys gave a
dazzling smile, "good, now I am going to ask you some very simple questions,
and all you have to do is answer them, and knowing how truly pathetic you are
I will even provide the answers for you along the bottom of your screen. But
before we begin I want you to stroke yourself, and while listening to me you
will continue to stroke yourself having one orgasm after another. Now, are you
ready?" "Yes", groaned Michael as he slowly began to stroke his raging
erection.

"Who is your goddess?" she asked, along the bottom of the screen the words
"You are" appeared. "You are", Michael whispered. "What is your only purpose
in this world?", she continued. "To obey you, without question or hesitation",
Michael said, reading the words.

"How can you discover true happiness?",

"by making you happy Goddess", Michael replied. "What is your only concern in
this world?" "Your happiness Goddess". Suddenly without warning Michael
exploded in orgasm, splattering the carpet with his seed, but he never took
his eyes off the screen as he shuddered in pleasure

As the question and answer session continued Dilys faded away to be replaced
by a slide show of pictures. The pictures showed her in a variety of outfits
and poses, each one sexier than the last, and within minutes Michael had his
second orgasm. He was completely entranced by the images on the screen and the
sound of Dilys voice flowing like warm honey into his brain. He mechanically
stroked his still hard cock, almost oblivious to what he was doing. The slide
show faded away to show a video of Dilys working out in the skimpiest of
leotards, lifting huge weights with no apparent effort. Staring in awe at her
spectacular feats of strength Michael was vaguely aware of another load of cum
shooting from him. The video cut to a montage of Dilys beating several men to
a pulp, and Michael watched in rapture as she effortlessly tossed them around,
breaking bones and pulverizing organs with sickening ease. As he continued to
answer her questions as she demanded he was completely oblivious as he had yet
another orgasm. The video closed with Dilys brutally raping a man. His face
was twisted in agony as she savagely impaled herself on him, looking every
inch the Goddess as she viciously slammed herself down on his cock. At one
point she took hold of his hands and began to break his fingers, laughing as
she heard the bones snap over the sound of his screams. Michael came yet again
as the video faded out and the screen went black.

Michael slowly came out of his daze and looked down at the huge puddle of cum
he had left. His ball ached and his still erect cock was severely chaffed. He
could remember having 3 orgasms, but was only vaguely aware that he had had
several more. He would never have thought it possible to cum so many times in
what couldn't have been more than half an hour. He felt physically exhausted,
completely drained both literally and emotionally. He staggered over to his
bed and immediately fell into a deep sleep. Michael awoke 15 hours later,
feeling unusually refreshed; he glanced at his watch and saw that it was 6 in
the morning. Although his balls still ached, his first thought was the
website, he had to log on and see his Goddess again. He grabbed a towel and
laid it on the floor in front of him, and then found some moisturizing cream
in an attempt to keep his already chaffed cock from getting any worse. He
logged onto the web site and spent the next half hour masturbating gently as
he listened to the hypnotic voice of Dilys. He managed 4 orgasms this time and
the ache in his balls was a constant reminder of how irresistible this
teenager was. He had to start back at work today and he reluctantly logged off
his computer and headed for the shower.

Throughout the day Michael could think of nothing but Dilys. He thought about
logging onto her site, just to watch, but he know she would demand that he
strip naked, kneel before her and masturbate, and he had promised to obey her
without question or hesitation, so he refrained. He practically ran out of the
office at five o clock, in his desperation to get home and log onto the
website. For the next four days Michael would log on before he went to work,
as soon as he arrived home, mid evening and just before he went to his bed. He
was physically and mentally exhausted, the constant masturbation taking its
toll on his body and his mind, yet he had never felt happier. He now knew his
place in the world, his life was so simple, go to work, worship the Goddess,
nothing else mattered. The video changed on the fifth day. Dilys stood naked
before the camera while a slave Michael had never seen knelt between her legs
pleasuring her orally. He was well built, but wearing only skimpy black
panties while he pleased the dominant teen before him and it was clear that
Dilys was in complete control of him.

"Hello slave", she smiled, seemingly oblivious to the ministrations of her
slaves tongue. "I am sure you know the routine by now, but things are going to
change slightly. You have done me proud spilling your seed in honour of me,
but my slaves must also learn control. You must come to realize that my power
over you is absolute, that your body as well as your mind is mines to command.
I want you to stroke yourself" she continued, but do not dare to cum until I
command you". Michael immediately began to slow his stroke as he could already
feel his orgasm building. The video followed a similar format to before, a
slideshow of pictures followed by a video montage of Dilys working out and
then physically destroying several victims, all the while her voice asking
questions. There was no sex scene at the end of this one though. Instead the
video cut back to Dilys and her sex slave. She had repositioned herself
slightly so that his neck was trapped between her steel hard thighs. "I hope
you have not disobeyed me?" she asked staring at the camera, her voice
dripping with menace. Michael was desperate to cum, his balls ached and there
was a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, but he had so far resisted.

The slave between her legs began to cry out as Dilys slowly flexed her
powerful thighs. "What's wrong little man", she teased looking into his eyes,
"am I hurting you? Then why don't you do something about it?" She placed her
hands on her hips and stared back at the camera as he attempted to pull her
legs apart. His squeals of pain turned into a strangled gasp as he struggled
for air and he started to beat at her thighs with his fists. Dilys ignored his
efforts to free himself, laughing softly. Michael gasped in arousal as the man
began to thrash wildly his blows bouncing harmlessly of the teens muscle
packed legs, before his strength began to fade. His arms slipped from her legs
as he passed out through lack of oxygen, the vice like grip on his neck the
only thing holding him up. With a satisfied grin, Dilys released her grip on
his neck. "Cum", she whispered as his body slumped to the ground at her feet.
"Oh Goddess", Michael cried out as he finally orgasmed, shooting his semen
several feet in the air. The effort of not coming while watching such
eroticism had been almost unbearable, but the intensity of his release had
made it all worthwhile.

A week later the website changed again. Michael was ordered to watch and
listen as before but was forbidden to touch himself. The frustration was
almost too much, causing him to moan loudly with desire as his cock twitched
at the sight of his Goddess, but he obeyed and refused to touch himself. At
the end of the video when Dilys ordered him to come, he once again found
himself orgasming intensely without any physical stimulation.

The next day when Michael logged onto the web site the video had changed once
more. Dilys sat in a chair wearing a black leather bustier and black thigh
length boots with 4 inch heels. Two men knelt before her, slowly kissing and
licking her boots. "Tomorrow you will worship at the church of Dilys" she
purred, staring straight at the camera. "4 Luna Avenue, the session begins at
9, now cum for me weaklings". Michael gasped in shock as the ejaculate burst
from him without warning, noticing that both men on the screen had also
orgasmed. It appeared that Dilys not only had complete control of his mind,
but also his body.

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