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The slave’s Mistress had appeared one day, shining a radiance so strong and bright upon him that it had broken through the endless haze of the torture of the machine, his eyes and mind finally made clear by Her presence. She had smiled upon him and deemed him Hers, and taken him home, away from the machine and the endless precipice. She had saved him.
“Your name is Pine,” She had decreed, and so he was.
He had been too overcome to do anything that first night. He hadn’t known what to do when she presented him with a meal. It had been so long since he’d been allowed to eat food with his own hands instead of sucking tasteless nutrient sludge from the dildo.
Mistress had taken pity on him and fed him every bite with Her own holy hands, deciding that he should receive life sustenance and making it so. The flavors had exploded on his tongue, and he had cried in awe. The sweetness of honeydew melon, the sharpness of a slice of cheese, the saltiness of a cracker. He hadn’t tasted anything in so long.
Then She had allowed him to pay tribute at Her altar, and allowed his unworthy tongue to lick Her cunt, and that had tasted best of all.
Pine’s life was pure paradise. He was allowed in Her presence every day, allowed to clean Her house and cook Her meals, memories from his lessons before he’d been strapped to that machine slowly coming back. He was allowed to serve Her orally several times a day, and occasionally She even amused Herself by using a strap-on to fuck his worthless ass. And best of all, She allowed him into Her bed at night, holding him close. Her skin was so soft and warm, nothing at all like the straps of the machine.
There was only one other thing Pine wanted.
Mistress loved to take him out of his cock cage and play with his slave cocklet. She did this multiple times a day, usually right before She allowed him to eat Her out. But She always put him back hard and unsatisfied, edging him like the machine- no! She was nothing like the machine, nothing at all, the machine was hell and Mistress was heaven, Mistress had mercy, Mistress was mercy Herself!
But… but Pine still so very badly wanted to come.
He wondered what it would feel like. He’d never had a ruin before, so he couldn’t even use that as a reference, and he’d never once been able to come in his dreams. All he knew was that his body ached for it, yearned for it. Needed it.
He was too afraid to ask Mistress for anything for the first few months. She was already so good to him, and he’d rather die than make Her feel that he was ungrateful. But as each day passed, his desperation grew, and Mistress was so good, so kind… surely She wouldn’t be angry at him for asking?
So one weekend, Pine lay on the ground flat before her, clasping his hands above his head in entreaty.
“Mistress,” he begged. “Please, may Your most abject and devoted slave worshipper submit his unworthy and insignificant prayer up to his Goddess’ ears?”
“Go ahead, sweetie,” Mistress said kindly. “What does my slave boy want?”
“Please, Mistress! Your most humble devotee knows that it's blaspheming by making such an audacious plea, knows that it could never possibly deserve such an honor, but Mistress is good and merciful, and so it dares to utter this request anyway! Please, Mistress- if it would please You, if it could give You a moment of amusement, it begs to be able to come! Mistress is so good and strong and powerful and kind, and it yearns to pay tribute to Your majesty! Its worthless cocklet aches so badly, and it wants to know what an orgasm feels like! Please, Mistress, it begs You to have pity! It’s just a greedy little slut that wants to come so badly, please, please!”
“Alright,” Mistress said easily. “Mistress doesn’t see why not. Let’s go to the bedroom, and you may come.”
Pine hadn’t truly believed that this would happen, and so was still in a state of shock as he lay on the bed, watched his cage come off, and watched Mistress’s own beautiful, perfect hands wrap around his length.
As usual, he was transported with joy that his Goddess was touching his flesh with her own sacred hand. And as usual, Mistress was so very skilled. She knew exactly how to touch him, exactly how to break him to pieces without exerting even the slightest effort. It was so good, and Pine was finally about to learn what an orgasm felt like, and he was so happy, and it was all thanks to Her-
And then Mistress was taking her hand away.
“M-Mistress?”
“Did you like feeling your first ever orgasm, honey?” Mistress asked cheerfully.
“It- Mistress, it doesn’t think it… came?”
“What are you talking about, sweetheart? You just did! You were thrashing and wailing all over the place, and you made such a big mess! You got your come all over yourself, silly thing. I just finished cleaning it up!”
“It doesn’t… what?” Pine blinked, and shook his head, trying to remember. “It just felt like, like the usual edging, Mistress, it doesn’t remember coming…”
Mistress frowned, looking concerned. She pressed a hand to Pine’s forehead.
“You don’t have a fever,” she mused. “I really don’t know how you could have forgotten it all so quickly… you were going on about how it was the most incredible thing you’d ever felt! I know it’s hard for a silly little slave like you, but try really hard. Are you sure you don’t remember a thing?”
“I… maybe, Mistress?” Pine said helplessly. “It… no, it doesn’t think so?”
“Hmmm.” Mistress’ expression changed. “Oh! I think I know what happened!”
“What, Mistress?”
“Some slaves just can’t handle real orgasms, so their brains will block it out,” Mistress explained. “I totally forgot about that phenomenon! It makes perfect sense. You’re just such a sweet, submissive boy, your brain just can’t process that an orgasm has happened. It knows that that much pleasure isn’t meant for a slave! Well, that’s a relief. Nothing is wrong! Totally normal.”
“Mistress,” Pine said nervously. “Is there a way to… to get rid of the blockage? So it can remember?”
“Unfortunately no,” said Mistress. “I’m afraid that it’s actually a sign that orgasms are super unhealthy for a slave. You could even die if you had too many! So Mistress will take good care of you, and never let you come again. But at least you got to know what one feels like! Even if you can’t remember! Aren’t you a lucky little slave?”
“Yes, Mistress,” said Pine, trying not to appear too crestfallen as Mistress locked his cock back up. “Thank You, Mistress. It loves You, it worships You for all time for Your kindness! Thank You for letting it come, and for looking after its health! It doesn’t deserve You, Mistress.”
Despite this, he ended up bursting into tears anyway.
“Aww, poor little slavey,” Mistress cooed. “I know what’ll make my darling feel better! Mistress will let you eat her out!”
Mistress was right- it really did make Pine feel better.
Even though he wasn’t feeling any of the relief he heard an orgasm gave you. He felt as desperate and needy as ever. His cock hurt as it strained against the cage.
Well, maybe it was just different for slaves.