"So this is it then? is this the best you can come up with?"
Goddess Aurora sneered and flicked her hair back with an irritated gesture.
This was the big day-the day all her slaves had longed for and dreaded. Taxation day. Her birthday.Twenty of her most devoted, most humble had travelled from all parts of the world to make ther annual pilgrimage to her shrine. Gifts of the most sumptuous sort were expected and woe to the slave could not matych the others in generosity.
The birthday ceremony was always held on Midsummers day-at dawn ,of course. As the first rays of light kissed the horizon she entered the Audience chamber and settled in a richly upholstered throne.The slaves were not permitted to observe her enter .They were to stand in an antechamber nervously watching one another. Then at the given moment they were to present themselves and hand over their gifts .
Already six or seven gifts had already been presented. A fur coat from "A" in New York (he knew how much she adored furs), designer shoes(-and a new Mercedes as an afterthought) from her cheeky slave "Y", astonishingly finely-wrought jewellery bought from the most prestigious London address from "D"s rival, "N"..the list went on.
As she saw the offerings pile in and placed by her maid on the quartzite table she felt a trickle of excitement in her loins beneath her drum-tight dress and her nipples tingled as she bathed in the power rush that financial slavery had brought to her.These men were not bound by chains to her yet their bondage to her was inextricable. To Aurora financial domination was the malt whisky of femdom-a beautiful distillation of the mistress and slave relationship that demanded total loyalty from them and minimal physical effort for her.Its power as immense and as addictive. Of course, even if she loved the gifts it was not good to show her satisfaction. That would not do. Their pride must be ground down till they understood that nothing was good enough for her and only personal ruin would be sufficient.
"D" was nervous. It was his turn next. Stripped to his underwear as was customary, he stood a few feet away from her, his head hung in shame. This was to be his last chance. He'd saved up enough funds to cross from London to her villa in California and on top of that as much as he could for "the gift" that would be displayed with all the others, vying for her attention.
Just before he had left Aurora had gazed at "D" through the webcam and whispered how pleased she would be to see him; she felt he could be snapped like a twig and totally bankrupted. His own resources were puny .She knew that. But he was capable of finding her expenses by taking out loans, any means, just so long as he was allowed to remain in her stable of slaves.
She sniffed once more.
"It's cheap "D"-I thought you'd do better than that."
"I sincerely thought you'd like that, Goddess..we did discuss it on the last cam session"
"Don't tell me what I did or didn't do!", she hissed "I tell you that it is no good and you apologize to me and get me something better!."
He shivered as he felt her acid rebuke drench him. His prospects were not favourable.
"D" could feel the eyes of the other slaves glaring at him from the sidelines and watching his descent into rejection.Greater than any physical pain, rejection by their Goddess was what they most feared.
He moved quickly to the bag he had laid down by his clothes and rushed back, his eyes hungry and desperate.
"Please, Goddess, is this enough for you?", he stammered and pushed forward a huge wad of notes,his last savings after he had bought the watch.
A thundering silence filled the hall as "D" realized the stupidity of his act.
She shuffelled, looking from the notes to his eyes, then to his eyes again.
"You are vulgar, "D", -to even imagine that I would accept such a crass offering. Go now, before I have you thrown out. I never want you to contact me again"
She slowly crossed and uncrossed the legs which he had been so eager to see for the last six months. One last torment.She was fully aware of the effect it would create on him -seeing the sheen of the mesh in the dawn light combined with a barely audible rustling . A lasting memory which would keep his feeble brain cells in a permanent insomniac state, uging him, urging him to plead repeatedly to be re-accepted by her .
"D" turned and left, leaving the notes carefully on the table.
Aurora watched him leave then observed the notes.
After all, it was money, though in a vulgar form and made her world go round. Maybe...maybe..
She sighed and called up the next slave.