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The Gourmet and the Goddess	By : Raggedflagon Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 15487 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Sunday
- 3-Monday
- 4-Tuesday
- 5-Wednesday
- 6-Thursday
- 7-Friday
- 8-Saturday
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MONDAY

“Good morning, slave,” Robin said, waking Sanji from his restless sleep. His body ached from the painful position he was forced to sleep in. “Sleep well?” She asked pleasantly.

“Not too well, Mistress...” he said sadly, before she made her cold face at him.

“What was that?” she asked, eyes piercing into his soul.

“It was fine, Mistress,” he attempted to amend, but she kept staring.

“Do you recall the last order I gave you, slave?” she asked calmly. Sanji began to whimper like a dog when he remembered her instructions. “Finally,” she began, amusement on her face. “Would you like to come out? I'm sure you could use a stretch, and I believe it's time for my breakfast.” He nodded in agreement and whimpered. “I can't hear you,” she prodded. Sanji sheepishly barked for her, causing a small laugh. “Come on out then. You can be a dog for a little while longer.”

Robin unfastened the dog cage, and attached a small leather collar with a thin chain attached to his neck. “This is just a regular slave collar, but right now it can be used to walk you. Now, take your clothes off,” she said with a small smirk. He quietly disrobed, and knelt to the ground when she pointed downward. “I'll walk you to the ship. When you get there, you can be a person again.”

Robin began to walk him up the dungeon stairs and out of the castle, occasionally needing to tug the leash to get him to keep up with her brisk pace. When she led him out onto the grounds, the bright sunlight took him by surprise. It was already late morning, and the sun was high in the sky. Sanji hoped that the castle was, in fact, completely deserted and there would be nobody to see him like this. At least the soft grass was much more comfortable on his bare hands and knees than the stone inside the castle.

“Do you need to do your business?” she asked him. “You won't get a chance on the ship.” Blood rushed to his face when he realized that she was serious. He looked up at her incredulously. “Go on then,” She said bemusedly.

Gritting his teeth from the humiliation, he crawled as far away from her as the leash would allow and began to relieve himself. He refused to look anywhere near her, but that did not prevent him from hearing her soft laughter. When he finished and crawled back to her, she began to walk again. “Feel better?” She asked in a highly amused voice. Sanji was so humiliated he could barely whine in response.

When they reached the ship, Robin reached down and removed the leash, leaving the leather collar where it was. “Make a nice breakfast for me,” she commanded, but then walked to the galley with him instead of heading off to her favorite chair.

Sanji cooked up a fantastic breakfast of bacon, sausage, and eggs for her, all the while feeling her gaze burrowing into him. Several times, the grease popped on his naked body, causing him to wince. When he finished cooking and set the plate before her, his stomach rumbled loudly, reminding him of his own hunger.

“This smells wonderful. Are you hungry too, slave?” she asked sweetly.
“I am, Goddess. <3” he responded, the familiar environment restoring his confidence a bit.

“Kneel at my feet while I enjoy the feast you've made me. You can eat anything that falls down there.” Sanji knelt down below her, finding that his empty dog bowl was already on the floor. Robin made several small happy moans throughout the meal, indicating that she was enjoying the food. Sadly for Sanji, though, she did not drop anything at all.

When she was apparently finished, she gazed down into his sad eyes. “Did you get enough?” she asked kindly.

“Th-there wasn't anything, Mistress Robin,” he said, nervous of what would happen next.

“Really? I have one sausage left, and I'm quite full. Would you like it?”

Sensing a trap, Sanji hesitated before saying “Yes, Mistress Robin.” To his surprise though, she cut it up into tiny pieces and put them into his bowl. “Thank you, Goddess!” he said gratefully as he began to eat, not needing to be told to eat like a dog.

“Good boy,” she said with a smile, “but don't expect it every time.”

When they were done, Robin informed him that she was going to shower and change into the clothes that she had selected for the current day's fun. Sanji was hoping that he could take this time to drink as much water as he could, but she had other plans in mind. His heart and cock both began to throb as she lead him into the bathroom with her and turned on the shower.

“You can keep me company, but I don't think you deserve to see anything naughty yet,” she said with a small sly smile, as she pulled out a blindfold and put it around his head. With the blindfold on, he was completely unable to see anything, as it had no spots to peek out of at all. He could hear her disrobing, not a foot away from him. His cock was already trying to break free, but after a minute when Robin leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Do you want to see me like this?” it began to throb extra painfully. He could feel her large, soft, bare breasts against his chest as she leaned, causing him to gasp for breath.

“Hold these for me.” she commanded, pressing her panties into his hand, before strolling off to the shower, leaving Sanji highly aroused and frustrated to sightlessly wait on her.

Robin showered quietly as he stood dumbfounded. Her panties were soft and lacy, and he tried to feel around them without making it obvious what he was doing. He froze when his fingers found the crotch. It was quite damp, and a bit sticky. Without thinking, he put the soaked panties to his face and deeply inhaled her intimate scent. It was the sweetest, most divine scent he had ever smelled, and it caused his cock to ache unbearably. Sanji stuck his tongue out and began to lick up as much of her sweet essence as he could. The taste was even better, and caused a small amount of precum to drip through his cage.

The shower soon turned off, and he heard her pull out a towel. “Did you enjoy that?” Robin asked sweetly, pulling the blindfold off after securely wrapping the towel around herself.

“Yes Mistress Robin,” Sanji replied sheepishly, wondering exactly what she had seen, if anything.

“You didn't get permission to sniff or lick those panties,” she prodded, confirming his fears.

“I just – I couldn't help myself,” he said apologetically, looking down at her legs.

“So I see,” she chuckled, lifting his cock cage to get a better view of the precum dripping from it. “Come to my room. I need to get dressed, and maybe borrow a few things from Nami.”

When they got to the room, Robin ordered him to turn around and not peak. Sanji knew better then to disobey, but the urge grew stronger and stronger. When he finally cracked and turned around to have one quick look, she was just finishing up pulling her shirt down, already essentially finished.

“Once again,” she began, her face cold and her eyes piercing, “You did not get permission to do that. When I show mercy, you are quick to make the same mistake again.” Before he could blubber out an apology, her outfit caught his eye. She was wearing a pair of flirty pink high heels, a short girly skirt, and a tight white T-shirt. Most importantly, she was now wearing his chastity key around her neck.

Her expression softened as she saw the awestruck look on Sanji's face. “This isn't something I usually wear, it feels a little young for me. Does it look OK though?” she asked, analyzing his obvious physical reaction to the sight of her. He felt a familiar twinge in his cock as it continued to spasm in its little prison. “Let's go then, I have some more clothes in case we need them,” she said when she was satisfied by his unintelligible response.

Thoughts rushed around in Sanji's mind as they walked back into the dungeon. She had the key. Did she plan on using it? And she was dressed very young and flirty, what did that mean? Was he finally going to get his chance? His cage seemed to get even tighter with every thought. Her scent and taste had been so divine, he would have given anything just for more. Robin was so bewitching, everything she said drew him in deeper, every kinky order pushing him closer to her will.

Upon arrival at the dungeon, Robin marched him over to the interrogation chair and sat him down. “Today,” she explained, as she began to tie the restraints securely to Sanji's arms, legs, and neck. “I have decided to tease you to my heart's content.”

When he was tied tightly, she carefully and purposefully sat down on his lap, pressing her backside against his straining crotch. “I'm well aware of how you I make you feel,” she continued, “And I think it would feel nice to have such a devoted slave in sweet, sexual agony over me.” She shifted sideways, now sitting on his leg, her own legs resting on his forearm on the arm of the chair. “The rule is,” she started, looking up into his eyes and playing with his cock with one hand. “You are not allowed to have your penis and hands free at the same time. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Robin!” Sanji stammered out in delightful ecstasy.

“Excellent,” she said while lifting one of her legs over his head and bringing it to rest on his neck. The other leg soon followed, resting on the other side of his neck. In her essentially upside down position, her breasts, while still covered by the tight shirt, shifted towards her face, and her skirt fell a bit. Sanji gasped loudly as she playfully squeezed his head between her legs while he strained his neck restraints trying to look up her skirt. He could just barely see her panties, frilly and pink. She swung herself back to a sitting position with the tiniest blush on her face. She was a little embarrassed over her own stripper-like performance, but was pleased by the reaction is pulled from him.

“The other important rule,” she began while staring into his eyes, “is the same as before. Absolutely no orgasming without my permission. If you do, it will be ruined and you will be punished.” Sanji thought back to the scene in the shower a month ago, to the ruined, unsatisfying orgasm he had had all over her face. The lack of stimulation had made it twice as frustrating as just denial. He nodded meekly, not eager to repeat the experience or gain any extra punishment.

“Let's see if you can be a good boy,” she said as she dismounted him, gave him a peck on the cheek, and knelt down in front of the chair. He trembled weakly as Robin slid her key into the lock and removed the cage. Sanji's long denied cock immediately sprang to life and stretched out. “Come out, little penis, and get some fresh air,” she teased, “Enjoy your freedom while you have it.” The cock bobbed up and down, desperate for any stimulation. It felt incredible to finally let it stretch out after all of this time.

She once again sat on his lap, lightly grinding her butt onto his throbbing cock. “It sure is big when you take it out,” she cooed at him, her face turning back to look at him, an inch from his own. “I bet it could really please me.” Sanji thrashed around, torn between the insatiable desire for her stimulation and the desire to not get any closer to orgasm than the absolute minimum.

Robin stood up, still bent over, with her rear extended towards him. “Do you like my booty?” she asked sweetly as she very lightly grazed her skirt-clad posterior over the head of his cock, sending him reeling. She turned around and moved to mount him face to face, but stopped to give him a good look at her large breasts. “How about my boobs?” she cooed. The huge breasts appeared to be trying to burst through the small shirt, much the way his cock had been in its cage. Her nipples were highly erect and stuck out clearly through the white material. She moved closer, pressing them onto his trapped face, crooning about how soft they were and how much she would love to feel his hard cock between them. He began to whimper, so she sat down, straddling him with his cock squeezed between them. “Oh, I feel your hard package throbbing against me,” she said seductively, before moving in for a long kiss.

When she pulled back, Robin found that he looked like he had completely melted into goo. Satisfied with this, she wrapped her arms around his neck and started to make out with him, grinding her hips ever so slowly on his cock. He twitched all over for some time, but then started making urgent noises. She backed off enough, just in time to avoid pushing him over the edge. To her dismay, however, there was a small wet spot on her shirt where his cock was.

Robin looked up at him and glared, bringing him back to sanity. “What is this?” she asked coldly, showing him the wet spot.

“It's not cum! I didn't!” Sanji started to protest, before a hard slap silenced him.

“After I was being so nice to you,” she said, eyes piercing his soul and making him feel like a tiny insect, “You defile me with your filth.”

“I'm so sorry Mistress! I can't help it!” he pleaded.

“Quiet. We've already established that orgasms are forbidden, but this must be addressed as well. Regardless of any teasing or torment you experience, you are not to defile me with any of your juices. If it happens again, you will soon find a clothespin pinching your urethra shut. If it happens after that, you will get a branding iron on your cock head. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress,” Sanji managed to weakly squeak out.

“Good. Let's see how well you behave. It is now your opportunity to explore my body. We can break our rule about having your hands free while unlocked just this once, if you desire to have your penis unlocked for this. All the other rules are still in effect. Or, I can lock your penis away again. Which do you prefer?”

Sanji contemplated this. Having it locked away might make the temptation easier to bear, he thought, but ultimately decided that being unlocked would be more comfortable while he 'explores her body.' “I prefer unlocked, Mistress Robin,” he said, as she began undoing his restraints.

She then led him over to the restraint covered bed, and laid down. “You may use your hands only on my clothing, you must use your lips to touch my body. You may not touch your little penis at any point. The other thing you are forbidden from doing is seeing or touching my personal areas. That includes my breasts. Everywhere else is fine, you may pull up my shirt or skirt, but my lady parts must remain clothed and untouched. Begin by taking off my heels,” she ordered, closing her eyes, with a comfortable expression on her beautiful face.

Sanji obediently began taking off her pink high heels, revealing her beautiful feet. He looked her up and down, finally feeling safe to let his lust slip through unfettered. Her legs were long and absolutely flawless, perfectly smooth and softer than a newborn. Her skirt was short enough to let a tiny bit of her pink panties be visible. Her round hips flared exquisitely, giving her a very shapely backside, as he recalled from her teasing just a few short minutes ago. She had a smooth, skinny waist, which when coupled with her sizable breasts, gave her the perfect hourglass figure he liked so much. Her slender, feminine arms now reached up as she rested her head in her hands. Robin's face, the true pinnacle of her beauty, was at rest with a very peaceful expression. Her somewhat thin, mischievous mouth curved slightly into a pleasant smile while her eyes, usually huge, blue, and colder than winter, were closed as she awaited his affection. Her long, raven black hair was pulled behind her, elegantly framing the image of her lying there, relaxing.

“Enjoying the view?” Robin asked. A tiny blush once again appeared on her cheeks, too small for Sanji to notice. Despite this, her tone was confidently playful.

“Y-yeah,” he sputtered, and began kissing up her leg.

“Yes Mistress,” she said in a correcting tone, but smiled wider at the feel of his kisses.

“Yes Mistress!” he corrected, kissing up towards her thigh now. His cock was beginning to take up more and more of his attention, but at least it wasn't in the cage anymore. When he got up to her skirt, he hesitated. Sensing this, Robin reminded him that it was fine as long as he ignored her lady parts. His cock began to drool as he pulled the edge of her skirt up, and she shifted upwards to make it easier. His genitals were not the only ones drooling, he discovered with a skipped heartbeat, as her frilly pink panties had a sizable wet spot right above her divine pussy. Sanji let out an involuntary noise, which gave her a satisfied face.

“Like them?” she asked. He stammered his approval. “I debated borrowing one of Nami's thongs, but they really aren't my style,” she informed him as he gawked at her. The fire in his loins growing hotter still, he leaned down and began kissing her thighs again. She spread her legs even more as he got higher, and even let out a tiny moan herself, so small it might have been a sigh.

When he mustered his strength not to break any rules and moved on to her belly, she said, “You missed a spot. You can kiss my bikini zone, slave, just not my genitals.” Gritting his teeth, Sanji moved his face back down to her most intimate area. Giving in, he inhaled her intoxicating scent deeply and began to kiss the top half of her panties, not daring to go any closer to the wet spot. Her arousal was highly evident, and her musk drove his hormones into an even deeper frenzy. He bumped his cock against the cold metal bed frame, causing him to jump and brush his lips right over the wet spot. He looked up, but her face hadn't changed expression.

When Robin was satisfied, he lifted her shirt up to her breasts and began covering her belly and waist with kisses. “Good boy,” she declared after several minutes of his affection. “Now time for the back.” She turned over onto her stomach, her immaculate butt sticking out at him. Sanji could do nothing but whimper silently as his cock throbbed when he began kissing up her legs again. When he made it to her upper thigh, her scent hit him again. He hesitated, not knowing what to do about her bottom.

“Mistress?” he asked hesitantly.

“Yes?” she cooed sweetly.

“Am I allowed? To kiss..it?” he managed to get out.

“My rump?” she asked with a giggle. “Just the cheeks. I don't want you to get too pervy with it just yet.” Sanji proceeded to cover her soft, firm butt with adoring kisses while his cock throbbed miserably below. He enjoyed kissing up her back and shoulders as well—they were tender and feminine but well-toned.

“You've done well, slave,” she declared when he was done. “It's time for me to analyze you.” And with that, she put her shoes back on, unrolled her clothes, and led him over to the large 'X' shaped cross attached to the wall.

After attaching his arms and legs to the cross, she knelt down in front of his dick, and began to speak in a sweet, warm voice. “You made it through all that teasing without having an orgasm. Some of that time was even spent with your hands free. Good job.” She softly took his cock into her hand and began to lightly play with it. Sanji let himself feel excited. Was she finally going to give him his reward?

He moaned lightly while she kept talking. “You even managed to arouse me with your kisses. And I did enjoy kissing you earlier.” Her hand motions became more purposeful, sending him reeling further. “I did plan to give you a little reward if you were a good boy. However...” She stopped suddenly, leaving him to attempt to buck his hips against her hand. It was no use, the restraints were too tight. “You weren't completely a good boy, were you slave?” she asked coldly, her piercing glare turned on him full blast.

“N-no Mistress Robin!” he said pleadingly, begging her with his eyes.

“No...” she continued, not breaking her gaze. “You weren't nearly thankful enough, and you had the nerve to dribble your slime on me. And, on top of that, you just couldn't help yourself even though I forbade you to touch my genitals.” Sanji's eyes began to water, she wasn't going to give him a reward.

Robin let go of his cock and grabbed his balls. She fondled them for a while, weighed them in her hand, and then gave them a few light squeezes. “They don't look nearly as blue as I had hoped,” she remarked, her fondling causing him to plead unintelligibly in a quiet voice. “They don't seem to be as full as they could be either... I don't know, I don't think they really need a release yet, what do you think, slave?” Before he could allow himself to truly hope, Sanji began begging loudly, swearing that he'd do anything.

“Well,” she continued, maintaining her grip on his balls, “You have not been good enough for a reward. But, if you'd like...” She let go of them, and began running her fingers delicately along the length of his cock, as if with a feather. “If you are willing to take extra punishment...” she cooed at him in her sweetest voice, whilst looking up into his desperate eyes. “I may be willing to use my hand and maybe my mouth to give you some pleasure. This week is already going to be miserable for you, would you make it worse for yourself in exchange for some of my affection?”

“I would! I will! Please!” he blubbered out while sobbing lightly.

“Perfect. I'll be right back,” she said, then stood up, gave him a peck on the cheek and left the room.

When Robin came back, she was holding a small bucket. Sanji felt pressure in his chest as excitement began to build again. She was going to actually pleasure him. Finally! She gave him a big smile, and said “Are you ready?” in a warm voice. His cock, still hard as a rock, told her all she needed to know, but she waited for his confirmation anyway.

“Yes, Goddess. Thank you so much, Goddess,” he said as meekly as he could.

“Good,” she began as she started to slowly stroke his desperate cock. “You do have permission to cum, but the rules are in effect. You do not have permission to defile me with your juices.” Sanji opened his mouth to ask, but she answered him before he could get a word out. “You will tell me before you cum, and I will let you release your lewd juices into this bucket. You must hold it in until I hold up the bucket, or there will be consequences.”

And with that, Robin knelt down in front of him, stroking his throbbing cock a bit faster. “Look how desperate it is...” she cooed in her sweet voice, “Is that because of me? Or because it hasn't had a treat in a long time?” She looked up into his eyes.

“You, Mistress Robin, only because of you, only you!” he moaned to her, writhing as much as the restraints would allow, clearly in ecstasy.

“What a sweetie,” she crooned, “Mmmm.... I would love to just....give it a taste...to run my tongue up and down it....to wrap my lips around it...” She leaned in slowly, her lips opening, preparing to accept his cock inside her nice warm mouth. She even stuck out her tongue, eager to taste his almost purple head.

Sanji stopped writhing, and his eyes fixated on her ever-approaching face. Suddenly, time seemed to stand still. His orgasm was fast approaching, and he couldn't hold it back. He had to tell her. There wasn't any time left. But he knew that the second he did, Robin would pull her mouth away. He wanted desperately to feel her mouth, to see what it felt like to have her tongue brush against his dick. “I'll tell her,” he decided to himself instantly, “right after I feel her mouth.”

Unfortunately, Robin did not continue going forward, stopping right as his cock barely made it past her lips, without touching them. She looked up at his psychotic face, eyes begging her to close her lips around his cock, but she only laughed and backed up. His orgasm reached the edge, and as if she had read his mind, Robin let go of his dick, picked up the bucket, and held it under him well before any semen started flowing. His cock, caught right on the edge, bucked up and down. “Come on,” Robin said, “Release your filthy load.” Sanji wrenched his head back as his desperate cock finally surrendered, seed pouring out into the bucket without the slightest contraction or throb.

Robin laughed coldly at the scene, then remarked, “Aww, look at that. Poor baby, it's just spilling out of you without an orgasm. That must have had no pleasure at all, right?” Sanji looked down at her, once again in tears. “You didn't tell me when you cumming,” she said coldly.

Fear struck his heart as he realized his screw up. He tried to blubber an apology, but Robin thrust the bucket upwards, forcing his cock and balls deep inside. The bucket contained ice water, and now a large amount of cum. Sanji screamed as the temperature of the water contrasted violently with his very warm, and now ultra-sensitive, cock. She held the bucket for ages, staring daggers at him while he writhed and tried to apologize. When his dick had all but shriveled away, she set the bucket down and reattached his chastity cage. After it was locked, with the key once again around her neck, she stood up and lifted the bucket to his parched lips. “Drink,” She commanded coldly. He couldn't help but gag as he swallowed down the cold water mixed with a month's worth of his own cum. When all the liquid was gone, Robin set the bucket down and began to walk towards the exit.

“Get some sleep, tomorrow is going to be a big day,” she said, warmth once again returning to her voice. Without another word, she left, leaving him tied to the cross, thoroughly frustrated, defeated, and uncomfortable. He could do nothing but cry and try to sleep as he waited for her return, having no concept of time in the dungeon.
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