Wow that was fast. I was asked what a day in the service of my Goddess would be in my mind. Here was my reply:

We awake each morning with the sun, and I immediately assume my place on my knees. The Goddess makes me ache with anticipation as She inches toward the edge of the bed, the steel chastity device holding back my throbbing arousal. The denial is exquisite. Finally She wraps her legs around my head. She has others, slaves with little or no rights or privileges, who service Her orally. They, however, are pathetic cuckolds barely worthy of Her only to be used as fluffers, domestic laborer, and to endure her torments. I alone have earned the right to enter Her with my fingers. I lick Her clit and massage Her g-spot in tandem until she climaxes. I bask in Her ecstacy. Her joy is mine.

I go to work that I may provide for Her every want. I spend hours at the gym that I might be pleasing to Her eye. I train in BJJ that I may protect Her from harm.

I return home. I bathe and eat. The Goddess beckons me to Her bedroom. One of her cucks is already there restrained on its knees watching what unfolds. I perform what She wills of me, and if I obey and endure to Her satisfaction, I am graced with release from chastity and the heavenly bliss of being inside Her. Once finished She returns my manhood back to its rightful place under Her lock and key.

I draw a bath for Her. I tenderly wash Her hair and glorious body. Finally the Goddess soundly falls asleep in my arms content that She is loved and cherish above all, and I eagerly await starting the day anew.