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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
- 5
- 6
- 7
THURSDAY

Sanji awoke to a hard swat on his balls. He yelped awake into his gag and tried to remember where he was. His muscles ached from being hogtied for so long, and his mouth tasted awful. He suddenly felt a multitude of hands untying him, causing him to collapse on the stone floor. He saw dark purple boots walk over to him, an inch from his face. He slowly and fearfully looked up to see Robin standing over him, dressed in her purple “Miss All-Sunday” outfit. She had a mischievous grin on her face and a riding crop in her hand. Sanji sat up and looked at her. The tiny skirt showed off her immaculate legs, and her purple leather corset-like top left very little to the imagination. Resting atop her head was her purple cowboy hat.

“Good morning,” she said pleasantly. “I haven't worn this in a while, but I thought it fit the image I was going for,” she continued when he was unable to find his voice, which had little to do with the gag.

“Stand up,” Robin commanded, and he shakily got to his feet. She painfully removed the tape around his mouth and pulled out the spit-soaked panties. “Was that yummy?” she asked.

“Yes Mistress,” Sanji responded hoarsely.

“If you are still thirsty, this is your time to drink,” she said, gesturing to the bowl a few feet away.

“Thank you Mistress,” he said gratefully and got down to drink it. It tasted much better than his own did because of her regular access to water.

“Which pee is your favorite?” she asked him mockingly.

“Yours, Mistress Robin,” he said truthfully as he lapped it up. “It really must be, look at you go!” she remarked with a laugh.

His cock began to stiffen at her words, reminding him of the spiked cage. He yelped a little, but kept drinking until it was all finished. Sanji then crawled over to her and awaited her next command. To his surprise, she stood him up and began unlocking his cock cage. “You will be unlocked for the day,” she told him, looking deep into his eyes, before her voice turned deadly serious. “If you touch your penis or balls for any reason, I will keep them in a jar under my bed.” Sanji resolved to never test this as she removed the cage and his cock began to stretch out. All over, there were little indentations where the spikes had been. Robin took it in her hands and softly pet it, as if it were a small animal. “That looks like it hurt,” she said warmly.

“It did, Mistress,” he said softly as he tried to ignore her affections, knowing it wouldn't end well.

Her skillful hands pet his cock until it began to become hard, quite against his will. “There we go,” Robin said as it stiffened, the indentations all but gone. “I can't have you still hurting from yesterday's pain. I have lots of new, fresh pain for you to endure,” she continued in her warm voice, making him very nervous. “You would have gotten pain already, but you have earned some extra punishment on top of that. Let's see...” she said, now gripping his sensitive cock head in her fist and looking deep into his eyes. She slowly twisted the head as she spoke.

“A month ago, you decided to cum on my face. You tried again, this Monday, right after you agreed to more punishment. You had the audacity to get angry with me after I wouldn't unlock you Tuesday, but you were otherwise good that day. Oh, but yesterday...” she shook her head sadly in pity. Sanji was almost in tears, it felt like she was going to twist his cock off. He twisted his body as much as he could, trying to keep up with her heartless twisting. “Yesterday,” she continued, “You broke my trust and tried to sneak away when I wasn't looking. Then, you were awfully rude when I was forced to relieve myself down here instead. And finally, you pissed all over my legs and one of my favorite pairs of boots.” His face burned with shame as he struggled against her twisting. “Am I forgetting anything important, slave?” she asked coolly.

“No Mistress!” he called out, and she finally let go of his cock.

“You will start making it up to me right now,” Robin said, pushing him down onto his knees. “I just came from the restroom before I arrived,” she explained with a sadistic look in her eye. “And I remembered how strongly you reacted yesterday. A good slave would be honored to be toilet paper for their Goddess, wouldn't they? So I decided to give you another chance to clean me up thankfully.” She turned around and put her hands at the edge of her skirt, waiting for his response. Sanji's face became white as he stared at her.

“Thank you very much, Mistress,” he weakly said after she waited on him for a few seconds.

Upon hearing this, she pulled down her skirt and panties, bent down, and exposed her ass to him. Her anus was slightly dirty, but not very much so. Sanji leaned in somberly, his eyes were clenched shut in disgusted but his hard cock throbbed at the humiliation. It smelled a little stronger the closer he got. He finally made contact with his tongue, and began to lick around her dirty hole, cleaning her off. He was surprised to find that the taste wasn't nearly as strong as the smell, once again tasting mostly of sweat.

Robin's anus was sparkling clean again very quickly, as it wasn't very bad off to begin with. With the unpleasantness out of the way, Sanji began to enjoy himself. His long-denied cock was throbbing, and he soon gripped her thighs to get more stability. “How does my tushie taste, slave?” she asked mockingly, mildly surprised by his new enthusiasm.

“Delicious, Mistress!” he said before returning to his task. With all dirtiness gone, the only flavor was her sweet, musky sweat, and it was indeed delicious.

“Stick your tongue inside then,” she ordered. Sanji happily complied, desperate to please her, and began licking her insides in small circles. “Oh, my. What a dirty little slave boy,” she said jeeringly, looking down at his throbbing erection. “Do you like the taste of that my poop now, too?” The thought caused his stomach to heave, and he pulled back from her.

“Of course not!” he blurted out without thinking.

“You sure seem to feel strongly about it,” she teased coldly as she pulled his face back into her ass. “Were you surprised to learn that girls do it too?”

He responded “No Mistress,” but it was too muffled to hear much.

“Lick,” she reminded him, before continuing. “I know just what to do with you. I have a perfect way to know when you've been truly broken.” Sanji began to fill with dread at the words, and found it very hard to keep licking. “You've been denied pleasure for so long, 'desperate' doesn't even begin to describe your cock. The end of our week together is fast approaching, and after that you will remain locked until the next time I decide to let you out, and knows when that will be?” she added rhetorically as she pulled her skirt back up and turned around to look down at him. Satisfied with his doomed expression, she continued coolly. “It certainly won't be at a time when the crew are around, and I doubt we'll have more alone time anytime soon. So here is my deal, which you are free to accept or deny: If you want to have a real, full-pleasure orgasm, perhaps even from penetrating me, you have to do one thing.”

Sanji looked up at her, looking both expectant and fearful of what she would say next. His cock throbbed pitifully, clearly happy about any deal that involved a 'real, full-pleasure orgasm.' “What do I have to do?” he asked in a soft voice when she did not continue.

Robin stared down at him, reveling in his fear. “To earn a nice cum,” she announced sadistically, “You will have to eat my excrement.” Sanji looked down and began to tear up. That was absolutely out of the question. “And not just a little bit either,” she continued, enjoying his despair. “You'll need to eat a lot of it. You'll swallow it down and thank me for the gift as many times as I require if you want your reward.” He felt sick just hearing it before she continued. “Think on it. How much is an orgasm worth to you? You have until tomorrow night to decide. In the meantime, you will get no more food. Your next meal, should you refuse my offer, will be with the crew when they return.”

Sanji stared blankly at her feet. He was very hungry already, and his cock throbbed uncontrollably, still happy to be free from its cage. “I've been hungry for longer than this before,” he thought to himself, “and it may not be so bad to not get to cum if I get to serve her in other ways.” Despite all efforts, he was unable to overcome the deep, dull sadness that he felt. He unquestionably needed to orgasm, and desperately desired to feel her around his cock, regardless of how she decided to do it. But it will never happen, he decided. Every humiliating task, every mocking laugh had caused his need to burn deeper. As much as he had begun to enjoy it, this deal was far beyond anything else. It was vile, abominable even. He knew that if he were to attempt it, he would never be able to complete the task. And if he did, he could never look at himself in the mirror again. Sanji resolved to go without meals or orgasms, and to throw his whole self into his worship. Hopefully, in the coming months, Robin would take pity on him and give him an easier task.

She looked down at Sanji and smiled softly. “Don't worry about it right now, though,” she began, “You have much more important things to worry about today.” His mind hesitantly returned to the present. Robin playfully swatted his hip with the riding crop, reminding him of her plans for the day. “Let's get you ready for the fun,” she said with a sadistic smile before leading him outside to relieve himself, and then marching him back into the dungeon.

“Bend over,” Robin ordered after leading him to a spanking bench. Sanji complied, pressing himself close, as if he were leaning over a tall, firm bed. His cock was forced to point upwards uncomfortably between him and the bench as she tightened the restraints on his hands and feet, pulling him even closer. “I expect you not to piss this time,” she said, approaching his face. He tried not to look up at her. He felt really ashamed that he had defiled her that way. “Stick your tongue out,” she commanded, and held up a pair of chopsticks. He hesitantly complied as he looked at them. They had a rubber band tying them tightly together on each end. Using her fingers, Robin created a tiny gap between the chopsticks and forced it around his tongue. “Keep this on your tongue. If it falls, you will be punished severely.” When she removed her fingers, the chopsticks clamped shut on his tongue, causing him to scream. “That's fine,” she cooed at him. “Scream if you need to. I don't mind.”

“Now, I will do what I wish to your ass, going down your legs as I see fit. I'll just be warming you up at first, of course,” she explained, picking up a decently sized paddle and smacking it in her hand. “For all of our activities today,” she continued, “You will be allowed to scream if the urge arises. If you find yourself unrestrained, you are not allowed to cover yourself, move away, or otherwise hold up your punishment. If you are gagged, or otherwise unable to speak, you may thank me for your punishment afterwards. When I use a whip or cane, you will have a 10 seconds to scream and compose yourself, then you will count the number aloud for me, and thank me after every hit. Prepare yourself, I will begin when I am ready.”

Sanji trembled with fear as she walked around him, examining him thoroughly. Robin then rubbed his ass softly with the paddle before giving him a huge smack. Upon impact, he lunged forward slightly and had to fight the urge to withdraw his tongue. He did not want to drop the chopsticks and bring himself further punishment. She started paddling his ass firmly, causing it to sting more and more with each hit. It wasn't horribly painful, he thought to himself. Not bad enough to pull more than a grunt or two from him.

When his ass was sufficiently warmed up, glowing a soft pink color, Robin set down the paddle and picked up the leather strap, letting him see it before returning to her position behind him. It stung sharply when it made contact, causing him to groan. “Like this one?” she asked sadistically as she smacked him again. He groaned loudly again and shook his head. The chopsticks slipped a tiny bit, and he stuck his tongue out desperately, trying to prevent further slipping. Robin laughed. “Be careful,” she warned as she began strapping him again. Sanji groaned loudly with every hit. His ass was becoming bright red, so she began working on his upper thighs. Tears began to build in his eyes. It was stinging intensely now.

The real trouble began when Robin brought over the rattan cane. She gave it a demonstration swing, and it made a loud “whoosh!” as it sliced through the air. When she brought it firmly down on his backside, Sanji released a guttural scream, withdrew his tongue, and clenched his teeth. This sent the chopsticks tumbling to the ground. His ass seared horribly on the thin horizontal line the cane had made. He realized his mistake as she slowly walked over and picked them up off the floor and dangled them in front of his face. “What are these?” she asked coldly.

“C-Chopsticks, Mistress,” he stuttered back fearfully.

“And what did I ask you to do with them?” she asked, staring deep into his terrified eyes.

“Not drop them,” he admitted softly.

“Interesting...” she responded and walked away, leaving him to imagine what she would do.

She came back with a red bottle and a skinny, but reasonably long, butt plug. Robin held the plug in front of his face as she drizzled the red liquid all over it, rotating it around and around so that it was covered on all sides. “I figured Usopp wouldn't mind if I borrowed this,” she said coldly, gesturing to the bottle. Understanding began to cross his terrified face. Satisfied, she walked around him and unceremoniously inserted the wet plug into his ass, causing him to gasp loudly at the sudden intrusion. Within seconds, the Tabasco started fiercely burning his tender insides, causing him to whimper uncontrollably. “You shouldn't have disobeyed if you didn't want the consequences,” she chided as she picked up the cane again.

Sanji's mind began to melt at the pain. He was only given a short time between each stroke, during which he had to calm himself from the pained scream, call out the number, and say “Thank you Mistress!” After twenty strokes, his ass was covered with angry, dark red/purple stripes.

“How lovely,” Robin remarked as she ran her hands over the damage, feeling the tender raised welts she had made. Tears flowed down his face as he jumped at her stinging touch.

Robin put a cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and let him take a few puffs. “That wasn't so bad, was it?” she asked sweetly as he tried to calm down with the cigarette. After a few seconds, she took it from him and took a long drag herself, before commanding him to open his mouth. She ashed the cigarette on his tongue and commanded him to swallow before tossing the rest to the ground and returning behind him. He screamed again when she smacked him with her palm before saying, “Let's see if twenty more will make your legs match.”

By the time Robin was finished, he was a sobbing, shaking mess. His ass and legs had more stripes than a tiger, and he was completely disoriented from the pain. “Your butt is all done now,” she declared warmly as she undid his restraints. Sanji just laid there sobbing. “Stay still,” she continued, “I'll help.” She then carefully removed the burning plug from his red, raw, and highly irritated anus, and slid a small piece of ice inside. The temperature shock caused him to jump, but the cold soon became quite soothing. Robin poured some cream on his cheeks and began gently rubbing it in over all of the welts on his skin. It stung at first, but also began to soothe the pain slightly. “Is that better?” she asked sweetly, walking around to look at his tear-stained face.

“Y-yes. T-Thank you Mistress,” he sniffled, unable to look her in the eye.

“Good boy,” she said, giving him a tiny peck on his wet cheek.

When he had calmed down sufficiently enough to stand and stop sniffling, Robin gave him a small smile. “That will probably be the worst of it,” she told him in a soothing voice. “Unless your genitals just beg for more than I plan to give them.” His knees felt weak again. “Don't worry,” she continued, “I don't want them to bruise too badly. I plan on giving them some use tomorrow, and I want them to be in tip top shape if you earn a reward Saturday.” Sanji's sadness deepened as he recalled their conversation earlier. He was not looking forward to turning down such a reward. “Your chest and back do need some attention though, don't they?” she asked, sadism returning to her voice slightly. “We'll see what happens, but I doubt anything will end up worse off than your poor little rump.”

As Robin led him once again to the 'X' cross, he began thinking of her words. She planned on giving his genitals some use tomorrow? What is she planning? Nothing good, he figured. Something painful at worst, and cruelly humiliating at best.

“Face the wall,” she commanded after fastening a ball gag into his mouth, and began restraining him to the cross. His cock pressed uncomfortably against the rough wood. Sanji felt very vulnerable with his sweaty back and thoroughly beaten ass pointed out at her, completely defenseless. Robin grabbed a skinny leather two-tailed whip, draped it over his shoulder, and pulled it back slowly, causing his fear to build. She let it loose on his mid back, causing him to gasp loudly and arch his back, pulling against the restraints. Without a pause, she started whipping his back briskly, which tore loud, grunting screams out of him with every strike.

Several minutes and plenty of lashes later, Robin stopped to admire her handiwork. Sanji was sobbing once again, muffled by his ball gag, but was not quite as delirious as he had been after the caning. His back now sported many red marks, and a couple of them had managed to pierce the skin and draw blood. “There you go,” she cooed sweetly, first applying Chopper's “magic” medicine for small cuts on his bleeding wounds, and then gently rubbing her soothing skin cream over the rest of his trembling, sweaty back. “Your back is so muscular, I just knew you could handle a lot,” she remarked teasingly, and then turned his head so he would look at her. “What do you say, slave?” she asked.

Sanji forced out a “Thank you, Mistress,” highly muffled by the ball gag.

Robin undid the restraints, turned him around, and retied them. Sanji cried out as the rough wood scraped against his viciously beaten ass. “Time for a break before we move on to your equipment,” she announced, before retrieving a small flogger. It had many small leather straps coming from the handle, and kind of looked like a horse's tail. She began to twirl it through the air menacingly, staring into his fearful, yet defeated eyes with a small smirk. Sanji was surprised, however, to find that whenever she struck him with this new device, it did not hurt as bad as anything else he had felt, comparable to the paddle. She seemed to swing it softly but quickly, not with the vigor she had used with her other implements. It did not cause intense nor sharp pain, but did begin to sting quite a bit after she had used it many times. Eventually he began to grunt softly at every swing.

Using her flogger, Robin turned Sanji's chest and belly a bright pink color. When she was finished, she dropped it on the ground and started slapping his pink chest with her bare hand, causing a sting much greater than the toy had. When she was satisfied with his flinching reaction, she dug her nails into his collar and began to rake down his chest. “Does that feel good, slave? To have your Mistress mark you like this?” she asked as she continued to scratch at his irritated chest.

“Yes, Mistress, Thank you!” he tried to moan through the gag while pulling against the restraints.

When Robin was finally satisfied with the long vertical lines going down his front, a bit darker pink than the rest of his flesh, she turned her attention on his cock. “That won't do at all,” she declared, staring down at his partial chub. Sanji groaned again. The pain, while excruciating, had served to finally take his attention away from his needs, giving his cock a rest for the first time since he could remember in a quite a while. “Did the pain make you forget your devotion to me, slave?” she asked coolly. Immediately he began mumbling vigorously into his gag, trying to apologize and explain himself. Though his words were incoherent, Robin looked amused as she grabbed his dick and played with it in her hand. In seconds, it was rock hard for her. Once again hornier than he had ever been, Sanji breathlessly waited while she ran her fingers around on it. She placed it in her left hand, as if she was presenting it on a pedestal, and brought her right hand down upon it, clapping his tender cock between her hands.

Sanji cried out into his gag, the multitude of nerve endings in his sensitive cock were all screaming. Robin began undoing his restraints, removed his gag, and then ordered him to stand up straight. He hesitantly obeyed, and tried to steel himself for whatever came next. “Remember, I said that if you touch you genitals, I will cut them off. Protecting them is also forbidden,” she warned him sadistically, as she reached down and grabbed, thumb going around his cock and fingers around his balls. She gave them a sharp tug, causing him to step forward automatically. “Stay still,” she ordered. Robin let go of his cock, instead keeping a firm grasp on his balls, and pulled them out towards her. She looked up at him with his most vulnerable weak spot defenseless in her firm grip. “You sure don't sound very thankful,” she said coldly.

“Thank you so much, Mistress!” he rushed to say, unable to look away from her icy gaze.
“Thank you so much, Mistress,” she repeated in a mockingly sweet tone. “For what?”

“Thank you for hurting me,” he stammered, feeling himself shrink internally.

“Thank you Mistress, for hurting my little bitty pee pee and silly little balls,” she corrected mockingly. Sanji blushed profusely as he repeated what she had said. She squeezed him lightly. “Your penis throbbed several times just now. You really must have meant that deep down,” she jeered at him, before taking her free hand and slapping his vulnerable nuts. Sanji grunted loudly and tried to step back, but her grip kept him where he was. When she slapped them again, and continued a few more times, he had to concentrate all his effort on not shielding his poor balls from the barrage and ignore the hideous pain building in them.

When she was finished slapping, Robin stood up and laughed at the excruciating expression on his face. She let go and began toying with his cock, which stood at attention momentarily. Sanji braced himself for impact as she pulled her hand back, slapping it hard across his tender dick. He gasped as it wobbled back and forth violently from the slap, causing her to laugh again. He put his hands behind his head as she continued slapping, hoping he wouldn't accidentally block her and invite more punishment. She slapped him repeatedly, sometimes horizontally and sometimes vertically, and watched in amusement as his cock wiggled around at her slaps. With every hit, Sanji made a pained noise, much like a gasp and a scream combined. “Truly amusing,” she commented when she had stopped slapping. “And you didn't even protect yourself. Good boy. I'll reward you with some more pain, but with restraints this time to remove the temptation.”

Sanji was then led over to the sawhorse-like device. It was made of wood, two large panels that inclined sharply upwards, meeting in the middle. It was clearly intended for the torture victim to sit on, forcing off of their body weight onto their tender parts, which were squished against the wood. Sanji struggled to mount the large “saddle,” and was horribly uncomfortable when he succeeded. Every bit of pressure was focused painfully on his taint, right below his balls. “Not like that,” she said with a chuckle, “that's way too easy.” An army of her arms popped from the device, hoisting him up, and planting his face against the sawhorse, keeping his butt up in the air.

Before Robin set his back end down, she carefully pulled his cock back behind him. Sanji winced at the pain as he was set down and the restraints were locked around his wrists and ankles. He now appeared to be holding onto the sawhorse for dear life, as his cock painfully rested behind him, pressed tightly against the cruel device. Robin ran her fingers over his red-purple cock and lightly petted his balls, which were located right beneath his bright red asshole, still raw from the Tabasco torture. “Now you're nice and vulnerable. Can't have you wiggling away now, can I?” she asked, taking in the scene.

His whole body was tensed up, his brutally beaten ass trembled in the air as he waited for her to do something. She retrieved a few items from her table and walked back to him. “I mainly want to use my riding crop,” she explained, “It's my favorite. It can hurt exactly as much as I want it to.” Sanji recalled the swat with the crop to his balls she had given him this morning and shivered. It had hurt very much. “It would be fun to play with you first though,” she declared, and ran a large frilled feather softly up the sensitive underside of his cock.

Sanji's cock was extremely sensitive from his cruel bondage, and this new sensation caused a tremor to shoot up his body. “Does that feel good on your little penis, slave?” she teased, running it down his length again.

“Yes, Mistress!” he blurted, surprised at the gentle tickling.

“I bet so,” she said, and continued her teasing torment. She started running the feather back and forth rapidly right below the head, tickling his most sensitive spot. He could feel his pleasure building, but there was no way it could make it over the edge with such light, teasing tickles. “Dirty boy,” she remarked as his cock began to drool precum softly. Sanji could only moan as the blunt pain of his painful position mixed with the tickling pleasure of the feather. After his second drip, Robin tutted at him. “Don't drool your dirty goo again,” she ordered, amusement in her voice. Sanji sat helpless, knowing he had no control over his next eventual drip.

“Ahhh...” Robin said finally as he cock released yet another drop. The tickling of the feather did not stop, but Sanji heard her chuckle and pick up another device. Suddenly, there was an electric “Zap!” and he flinched as the sensitive tip of his cock was shocked painfully by her evil little toy. He let out a small scream and his bruised butt jiggled from the flinching, much to her amusement.

“Don't!” he shouted without thinking.

A firm swat on his ass filled him with searing pain, forcing him to scream again. “What was that?” she asked coldly. “You said 'Please Mistress, shock my tender parts,' didn't you?”

Sanji gritted his teeth and prepared, before saying, “Yes I did, Mistress.”

“I thought so,” she said coolly, and shocked his cock head again. She then started alternating between each testicle and his cock. “I'm sure you would never tell me 'don't' or anything like that.”

“Of course not, Mistress,” he said, calmly as he could with her shocks.

“Good,” she responded and shoved the shocker deep into his ass. He gasped loudly, tensed his muscles, and waited for the shock, but it did not come. “Beg me to press the button,” she commanded.

Sanji pinched his eyes shut and responded meekly, “Please Mistress, press the button. I want you to shock my ass.”

“Good boy,” she responded slyly, and pressed the button.

His scream echoed through the dungeon as the volts of electricity filled his already raw and painful ass. Robin moved in front of his face and began to flex her crop, testing how springy it is. “I'm leaving it in your ass,” she explained. “That way, I can just press the button if you need it.” Sanji looked up at her. She was remarkably attractive, looking down at him sadistically in her purple cowboy hat. She smacked the crop in her hand menacingly, causing his ass and cock to twitch.

She had hurt him badly, and she wasn't finished yet, but something was changing. Sanji started to feel something in his gut, something akin to pride. This Goddess, this femme fatale, had chosen him. She had chosen him to unleash pain upon, to humiliate however she desired. All for her pleasure. Sanji's cock twitched painfully as reached his revelation. He was becoming hers. Not as a partner to explore her kinks with, as he had thought before, but also somehow more than simply one of her dildos. The desire to take her carnally was merely a distracting sideshow, Sanji realized. He existed for one purpose, and it suddenly became his only goal. Love the pain. Love the humiliation. Love the denial. Give her the pleasure.

Robin stared questioningly at his awestruck face before continuing. “I've heard you joke to Franky about giving girls 'the shocker.' This is awfully fitting, don't you think?”

Sanji had to think to understand what she was referring to, the shocking toy in his ass ancient history at this point. “Thank you Mistress,” he blurted out breathlessly, looking up at her and ignoring her quip.

“For what?” she asked warmly, a little surprised.

“For hurting me,” he replied, “I'm ready for more.”

Robin's surprised expression slowly turned into a small, but genuine, smile. “Good boy,” she cooed at him and gave him a peck on the cheek, which sent his mind reeling. Her approval felt better than any sex. Better than any warm meal, better than any drug. She noticed his expression of pure peaceful joy, and decided to caress his cheek. “You've done so well,” she said, looking down at him fondly. “I only need you to take just a little bit more for me, OK?” Her voice was warm, sweet, and maternal.

Sanji began to leak happy tears as he proclaimed, “Yes please, Mistress. However much you would like to give.”

Thrilled by the pure submissive devotion in his answer, Robin gave him a peck on the forehead and went back behind him to begin. She gave his cock head a few warning taps so she wouldn't surprise him, and then brought the crop down with a “thwack!” Sanji cried out from the pain, but this time it was different. She began to work up and down the shaft, changing her pace as she felt like. Each whack sent searing pain through his nerves, but the genie was out of the bottle. As the screams were wrenched from his throat, immense satisfaction arrived with every blow. It was a give and take, her giving the pain and him receiving pain, but both were receiving fulfillment.

When Robin moved up to his balls, she turned down her ferocity. “I'd hate for these to get damaged,” she cooed at him before her first whack. Though he did groan loudly, Sanji took it all without begging or complaining. When she was finally finished, Robin set the crop down. “You're done for the day,” she announced, before returning to her warm, maternal voice. “You did well. I'm very proud of you,” she told him, before bending down and giving him a big kiss on his cock, right on the sensitive spot below the head. Sanji shivered uncontrollably. He was covered in sweat and tears, and everywhere hurt, but he was resplendently happy. She continued treating him, giving him a kiss on each sore testicle and each bruised ass cheek before walking around to his front. She smiled warmly down at his tear-stained happy face and her heart melted. “Wait here a minute,” she ordered in her sweet voice, “I'll be right back.”

Robin left the dungeon, leaving Sanji strapped to the brutal wooden device. The pain from her efforts and from the stressful position seemed like background noise as he awaited her return. He couldn't wait to see her walk through the door, not because he wanted to get down, but rather so he could see her and maybe please her a little bit more before she left for the night.

He didn't have to wait long before Robin came back into the dungeon and walked over to him. She was carrying a large fluffy blanket. “Your body is suffering a lot right now,” she crooned at him sweetly, “So I think you shouldn't sleep in the cage tonight, yet again.” Sanji could barely twist his head, but he saw her folding the blanket lengthwise once before placing it on the thin mattress of the restraint-bed. She then unlocked his restraints and helped him off the sawhorse. He was very weak and wobbly, and needed a moment before he could stand straight up. She led him over to the bed and laid him upon it, before tightly buckling the restraints. It hurt very much to have his weight resting on his injured ass, back, and legs, but at least the blanket she had gifted him was very soft and comforting to his tender skin.

“Thank you Mistress,” he finally said, in a weak but reverent voice.

Robin smiled down at him before getting the bag of ice and melting away any remaining erection. “I'll leave it there a minute, it'll soothe your poor little balls,” she said kindly. Sanji thanked her again, feeling so content with everything that he let out a happy sigh. When she was ready, she removed the ice and gingerly caged up his cock. It was the first cage, the one he had spent over a month in, with no spectacular tortures of any kind. “I know you're tied up,” she eventually said in response to the caging, “but you haven't always been a trustworthy little slave, have you?”

Her voice was light and teasing, but he sadly responded “No Mistress, I haven't...”

“This is much more than you deserve, isn't it? You did betray my trust, and even pissed on me.” Robin said, her voice remaining warm, but was now a bit stern, like a teacher that caught her student doing something.

“I'm so sorry Mistress, I'll never disappoint you again!” he promised, real tears forming at her words. “Please please forgive me Goddess, I'd do anything for you!”

Robin's eyes twinkled at his words. “Alright, slave, I'll forgive you,” she finally said. Sweet relief flooded Sanji's mind as he felt his offenses wash away. “You took a lot of punishment today,” she continued, “Enough to cover your sins. The rest of the week will not be easy for you, of course, but I do not have any more pain planned. Not this much, anyway.”

She thought for a minute before adding, “Of course, if you misbehave or otherwise displease me, I will be happy to give you another taste.” Sanji promised that he would do nothing to displease her, but then began to consider her words. Earlier, she had said that she was going to use his genitals tomorrow, and now she said that he was done with pain? What could that mean? Upon seeing his questioning face, Robin said, “You'll see what I have planned when you need to. Now, try to get some rest. Tomorrow will be quite tiring.” And with that, she walked towards the exit, only stopping to say one final thing before disappearing for the night. “Remember to think about the deal I offered you. You have less than twenty four hours to decide.”

Sanji did think about the deal she had offered. He could actually get to cum, that much he was sure. She wouldn't pull any tricks on him, there was no need. “That has to be her goal,” he thought to himself, “to not just deny me, but to make it by my own decision.” The thought of looking her in the eye and having to say that he did not want to cum stung him. She would probably act disappointed, and tease him about being scared of her waste, or maybe make him feel bad about not doing anything to feel her affections. He hated to imagine the outcome, but knew that he would turn down her deal.

But what if he didn't? Robin wasn't the kind of person to see if he would agree only as a test, she would make him follow through. It's not even like he can take a nibble and be finished, she had made that much clear. If that was it... Then maybe he could do it. She was his Mistress and Goddess, after all, and he would probably be able to get off from humiliating himself for her. She would probably mockingly cheer him on as he tasted the most loathsome thing he could ever eat. Sanji dry heaved at the thought, but did concede to himself that if it came from her, it couldn't be the most loathsome thing. But it wasn't just a nibble she had offered, and so he resigned himself to refuse. “I can live without an orgasm anyway,” he told himself as he drifted off to sleep, cock throbbing sadly in the cage.
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The Gourmet and the Goddess