by Slave Nano
“Phew! So, I’m a goddess spirit am I? Is that what the house is trying to tell me? Well that’s a turn up for the books, I really wasn’t expecting that! Well, I suppose I’d better go out there and get some worthless males worshipping me. My boyfriend would be a good start!”
***
“You actually look awake this morning Pandora. Did you have another good night’s sleep?”
Pandora had just switched Nano Mk II on. She had an enigmatic, satisfied smile on her face.
“Yeah, I feel great. Things are looking good. I can even put up with you annoying me these days.”
The revelations that explained Pandora’s special connection with the house and the nature of its former occupant were a life changing event for her. She started to assume the role revealed to her and found she adapted to it easily and naturally. It was as if she had finally discovered her true place. Immediately, the sounds that disturbed her so much receded and disappeared. It was as if the house knew she was ready to take up the mantle of the goddess who had previously cast her spell within its walls.
She recalled the night a few weeks ago when she started to put her new insight into her potential as a dominatrix into practice. She could see the look on her boyfriend’s face as she started to take control of him, as she tied him to her bed, as she started to inflict the pain and as she gradually increased it, sensing how much his limits could be pushed and stretched. She could still feel the sense of empowerment as she wielded her riding crop with harsh strokes across his erect cock causing him to scream out in pain. She watched his potency wane until she aroused him again only to repeat the punishment so he could be trained to be aware that his cock was entirely in her control.
Finally, when she was ready, she lowered herself on his erection impaling herself on him then, leaning over his spread-eagled body, took his nipples between her teeth and bit on them fiercely. She could still hear his agonised squeals of pain as she shuddered to her own orgasm, her body shaking in excited convulsions; her pleasure melding with his pain into one euphoric climax. She remembered his look of shock and surprise turning into acceptance and then besotted admiration and worship. The transition happened so quickly in him it was remarkable.
Very quickly she knew she had complete control over him, that he now lived to serve her and please her and waited for every moment in her presence with an excited anticipation. She recalled how empowered she felt preparing for these sessions, dressing in her figure hugging pvc cat suit, pulling on her thigh high leather boots, flailing her long tail whip. She enjoyed the sense of theatre and drama dressing for this role gave her but she also knew the real power was from within her, that, whenever she chose, she could wield this over any subservient male.
“Pandora? Is there anybody in there?”
“Oh yes, I’m fine, I was just having a nice daydream.”
***
Later that night she had her boyfriend hog-tied on her basement floor. She saw the look in his eyes; a mixture of anticipation, adoration and fear.
She would seek out new sub-missives to dominate soon but in the meantime he would be a source of amusement for her.
“You have been commanded that the name you should use now is Goddess Pandora. For forgetting that, you know you must be punished.”
She inwardly smiled to herself.
***
“A life style coach? You, Pandora. You’ve got to be kidding me?”
Pandora was having lunch with her friend Linda at the ‘Tree Museum’ in the centre of New Leeds. Since the visit of the medium, Vicky, to her house and the assumption of her new lifestyle, Pandora had made contact with enough men who were willing to pay her a tribute for submitting to her that she had been able to cut her work down to part-time. In fact, there seemed to be an enormous untapped demand for what she had to offer. Seeing her enabled these men to connect with their submissive side.
But she was having problems explaining to friends and family how she was able to give up full time work and wasn’t quite ready to be open about how she supplemented her income. She wasn’t sure how people would take it and was only too aware that her activities were so unorthodox and in conflict with the government’s morality policies that it wouldn’t be sensible for her to broadcast her lifestyle too widely. Still, that didn’t seem to stop the flow of clients for her.
There was only Vicky, who had become a close friend and confidante and Nano MkII, her household management system, who knew she had assumed the persona of Goddess Pandora, the dominatrix. And even then Nano MkII hardly counted as it was only a computer. She had not yet told her boyfriend, Prometheus, that she invited other men into her house who were prepared to pay to submit to her. He thought that the investment she had put into recreating the basement of the house as the dungeon it had been in the past was all for his benefit; the fool! She felt bad about not opening up to Linda, but was waiting for the right moment and lifestyle coach was not an entirely inaccurate description of what she did. Clearly Linda was not convinced by her new occupation though.
“Of course, why not? What’s so funny about that?”
“Well, be honest Pan, you’re not the most together person. I just find it hard to imagine you sorting out somebody else’s life. Mind you, I’ve got to say, if you can bring about the kind of transformation as you have in Prometheus in the last few months then maybe I’m underestimating you. What have you done to him? He hangs on your every word, carries out every one of your instructions down to the tiniest detail, however onerous or dumb. And he has this look in his eyes; doting, adoring, as if he really does worship the ground you tread on. It’s amazing, whatever you’ve got there I could do with some of it.”
Pandora had a playful glint in her eyes. Yes, she had got her boyfriend pretty much where she wanted him.
“Well, you’ve probably got some of what it takes Linda, perhaps you just need a little coaching from me to bring it out,” said Pandora cheekily.
Linda laughed, “Ok, you win, perhaps lifestyle coaching does suit you. Perhaps you do need to be impulsive, scatter brained and disorganised to understand how to help other people sort their lives out.”
Pandora and Linda were meeting at the ‘Tree Museum’ for lunch. They strolled down the aisles of different varieties of tree planted in neat rows reading the captions with their names and where their native habitats used to be. This was one of Pandora’s favourite places.
“Just imagine,” she reflected, “there used to be whole areas of the country covered by these, forests I think they used to be called. “
Every so often there was a sign in Chinese, now the official language of the country since its occupation, ‘It is forbidden to touch the trees’. English was still spoken but communicating in anything other than Chinese, especially in public, was considered suspicious behaviour by the cultural police.
Pandora had to get back home for an appointment soon so the two women collected their respirators from the cloakroom to go their separate ways. They stepped outside into a hazy smog that permeated the whole of the city. In the distance there was a thicker, denser plume of thick smoke. The sound of sirens sliced through the air. A flashing of lights lit up the skyline. Muffled screams and shouts could be heard in the distance. A mood of tension and panic fanned out across the city.
Pandora gazed out across the city from the steps of the museum.
“The counter insurgency at work again,” she observed.
“Quick let’s get away from here,” said Linda grasping her friend’s arm tight and pulling her into the smog filled streets.
***
“What do you mean, I’m double booked. “You’re meant to look after my diary Nano,” Pandora protested.
“No, I merely record and save what you tell me. You can’t expect me to read your mind. I don’t believe they’ve developed a computer chip that can do that yet, though
I expect somebody’s working on it. You wouldn’t be able to afford a system like that anyway,” Pandora’s household management system taunted.
Pandora rolled her eyes in disgust; Nano Mk II was being its usual rude, argumentative and incompetent self.
“Anyway, remember, you’re a goddess now, you can get away with anything, can’t you. I’m sure you can come up with something.”
There was a mischievous spark in Nano Mk II’s electronic voice. It had actually made quite a good point here; she could do anything she liked with her visiting slaves. That got her to thinking.
***
A naked slave knelt before her. She still had a little time to play with him before the door buzzer rang again. She sat on her black leather and chrome throne with a tall gothic arch for its back. Between her and the slave was a small table. On the table was one of Pandora’s most treasured possessions, an antique box made of sandelwood and inlaid with ivory, a material now impossible to get hold of since elephants became extinct decades ago. Pandora was dressed in a short white dress and on her head was a crown made of artificial laurel leaves resting on her dark hair. The synthetic material was practically see through and hugged her shapely body tightly so that every feminine curve was accentuated. The dress was short enough to expose the firm white flesh of her thighs. This was her costume for the Greek Goddess Pandora. The effect was ethereal but also alluring and sexual. In this form she was a figure of supreme feminine temptation that her slaves would never be able to touch.
“You kneel before me, a worthless slave here to do my bidding. What are you?”
“A worthless slave, here to do your bidding goddess.”
This was where the fun started; she felt the rush of feminine domination surge threw her veins. Her mere presence and voice were enough for this slave to be completely under her control. His will had crumbled in her presence. He would accept anything she said, anything she commanded. She could make him mimic any statement of servititude, obey any instruction she wanted to impose, accept any punishment she desired to inflict.
“You will give your mind, body and soul up to me.”
“I will give my mind, body and soul up to you goddess.”
“You will do whatever I command and accept it with fortitude.”
“I will do whatever you command, goddess and accept it with fortitude.”
“Your only purpose in life is to serve me.”
“My only purpose in life is to serve you goddess.”
Pandora smiled to herself. Bloody hell, she was good at this. She felt the spirit of the Goddess Nemesis, her mentor from the past world, running through her veins.
“Good. Today I have something different for you. Today, chance and fate will decide what your ordeal will be. You know of the myth of Pandora. In legend she was was the first woman created and she was granted all the attributes of the goddesses; beauty, grace, humour, intelligence, creativity, cunning, cruelty and sexuality. She was granted the name Pandora, meaning all-gifted. I am the heir to that goddess.
“She was given a mysterious box and ordered to keep it closed. In myth, the box contained all of the evils that existed in the world; poverty, pain, hunger and sickness, all in the form of winged creatures. Her curiosity overcame her and Pandora opened the box, releasing all of these evils into the the world. The box before you is Goddess Pandora’s box. It contains not earthly woes and evils but the punishments and ordeals that you will release into the world of this dungeon, that you will have to face in the course of your servitude to me. Some involve extreme physical pain and hardship, some pyschological manipulation and humiliation and some practical domestic servitude. All of them are tasks that at some time you will need need to complete in your service to me.
“You will select one of these and that will be your fate for the time you are allowed in my presence today. In myth and legend, there was also something else in Pandora’s box; that was hope, which also escaped into the world. When you open my box, you will also release hope, the hope that you will be allowed back into my presence to serve me. You may open the box now and choose.”
The slave tentatively lifted the lid of Pandora’s ornately decorated wooden box and pulled out a slip of paper.
“You understand that whatever is written on this paper will be your punishment for today. Fortune will decide what challenge you must face in this dungeon. It will be left to chance; even Goddess Pandora will acknowledge the fates and accept the will of the goddess spirits in determining your ordeal.”
“Yes, Goddess Pandora.”
“Now, the time has come. Unfold the paper and read out the command.”
The kneeling slave anxiously awaited his fate. The paper was unfolded. The slave, reduced to a state of nervous agitation, began to read out.
“You will be taken to the darkest and deepest part of the dungeon where you will be chained up and left in isolation.”
“This must be your fate. Today, you learn despair by being denied my presence. But, remember, Goddess Pandora has also released hope into her dungeon and this is something you must cling on to. You must be prepared now.”
Pandora attached metal cuffs and chains to the slave’s hands and ankles and a metal collar around his neck. The slave was taken through a secret door at the back of Pandora’s dungeon where he was led into a metal cage, chained to its bars and locked in.
“I must leave you in isolation now, this is a test you must endure. You must understand this is not my doing. It is chance that has decided that you must be locked away.”
“I understand, goddess, I submit to whatever the fates and the goddess spirits have decided.”
Pandora returned to her dungeon. She picked up the box and emptied the paper slips onto the table. One of the slips unfolded, it read, ‘you will be taken to the darkest and deepest part of the dungeon where you will be chained up and left in isolation’. Pandora picked out another one and unfolded it, ‘you will be taken to the darkest and deepest part of the dungeon where you will be chained up and left in isolation’. She started to open another, ‘you will be taken...’
Pandora smiled. Fates, my arse, she thought to herself. Oh well, that’s one slave out of the way for a bit and just in time to prepare for my next appointment.
***
Pandora was still getting ready when the door buzzer rang again. She had her favourite pvc bodice and thong on, but was still grappling with her thigh high boots.
“What’s the time Nano?”
“It’s exactly 3.30 pm Pandora.”
Was her next appointment early? No, he was pretty much exactly on time. Still, that didn’t matter. If Pandora said he was early, he was early, and he would get reprimanded for it anyway. He could wait on the door step for a few more minutes.
A little while after the door buzzer went again. By now Pandora was ready and called on Nano MkII to release the door for her.
Pandora had plans for this slave; she was going to try out her suspension winch on him. It was linked into her household management system so that it could do any heavy lifting for her or whenever she wanted to initiate a process by voice activation and keep her hands free for some other ingenious piece of torture. Now, she wasn’t convinced that it was such a good idea to entrust the control of dungeon equipment to Nano Mk II, but it would enable her to carry out some interesting activities she wouldn’t be able to do on her own and Nano certainly seemed to enjoy entering into the spirit of the world of domination, which she thought a bit strange for computer circuits. Perhaps some technical wizard where these household management systems were manufactured brightened her day by creating systems with dominant-submissive computer chips for the entertainment of their owners.
She had taken the slave down into her dungeon. Her first slave was well and truly locked away and would not hear anything of what transpired in the main part of Pandora’s
dungeon. She was sat at her throne with her naked slave worshipping her boots. She loved the submissive position of a slave on his knees slowly running his tongue all the way up to the top of her thigh high boots, delighted in watching the slave take the stiletto heel into his mouth and suck on it like a cock. Every so often she would point out a portion of the boot that he had missed or had not licked thoroughly enough and threaten him with severe punishment if he did not meet her exacting standards.
After Pandora’s desire for this form of worship had been satiated she moved on to trying out her new suspension swing. Her slave was laid out on the floor strapped onto the swing, his mouth gagged with a ball gag, and then spreadeagled with his hands and feet cuffed and then secured to cords. One word from Pandora to Nano Mk II and the slave would be winched up, still in a horizontal position, but suspended at a level that she could entertain herself by abusing the slave’s body. The electrically controlled pulleys and cables were capable of pulling the swing, and the slave, into all kinds of interesting positions. Pandora whispered the command into the voice activation box and stood back in admiration as Nano automatically lifted the slave up so he was suspended in the swing. From this poistion Pandora could entertain herself with this poor slave’s body; apply nipple clamps, tie up his cock and balls, drip hot wax over his naked body or adminster any number of delicious punishments. She moved away from her suspended slave to find a candle and her lighter.
As her back was turned there was a snapping sound then a whoosh and finally the whizzing of the mechanical winch. All this in a matter of seconds; all in the time it took for Pandora to turn round and see her slave, his wrist straps loose, hanging upside down from his ankles, his head about a metre from the concrete floor.
“What the fuck!? You incompent idiot Nano, what are playing at?” her voice an urgent whisper into the voice activation device so that the slave couldn’t hear the exchange.
“Well, these clever remote controlled devices are only as good as the people that work them.”