5 comments/ 24391 views/ 0 favorites In Goddess We Trust Ch. 01 By: Wanton Vixxxen In Goddess We Trust Ch. 01: Parking Lot Passions “Under the wings of his Goddess, he has found a place that is neither Agony nor Ecstasy; neither Heaven nor Hell; but rather a place that is all; a place that is more; a place that is his and Hers alone; a place known as… TRUST.” --W. Vixxxen It was the beginning of what would become a very wet summer for the Northeast region of the country… a very wet summer in more ways than imagined. It was their beginning - That night in mid June was the introduction of their unique combination of sexual awakening into the world of domination. After the cursory period of foreplay and what they later termed as “stagnant sex”, they took turns in revealing to each other deeply buried versions of erotic fantasies they each thought would never be brought to the surface of their lips – let alone imagining any of the eroticisms ever coming to pass. It was the beginning of libidos quenched and fantasies realized, and it was the first cornerstone in the building of their special, private place - many “firsts” for them both. The rains had been incessant that month; making for most of the people that they worked with moody and depressed. Both of them, however, were elated, for they knew the rain would be the veil of privacy they felt was heaven-sent exclusively for them. They counted the hours before they were to leave work, and meet at their prearranged spot – a nearby bar parking lot that was not only fairly secluded, but, on this particular night of the week, filled with over-the-road trailer trucks whose drivers needed to catch some sleep before resuming their routes the next morning. A makeshift spot for the two to steal some privacy, but ideal nonetheless. Time was going excruciatingly slow that work night; both finding it difficult to even glance at one another for fear a co-worker would read on their faces what their minds’ passions held. Finally, the hour of closing arrived, and as he stood by the front door bidding the workers goodnight, she too left, saying goodnight to him as the others did. Only knowing this night was not over for them yet – and it was to be the first of many really “good” nights – and days - with him. It was still raining; the soft drizzle that only a summer night can produce – seductively warm and silent; the kind of rain that caresses your skin as if it was Mother Nature’s nameless lover. The final eye contact they made before she walked to her car confirmed the unmistakable: tonight they would be together; evaporating the loneliness and worthlessness she felt had seeped into her life, and had eventually drowned her marriage.He could make her forget all that. At their rendezvous site, she changed clothes to better set the mood; manipulating the change successfully and discreetly in her car. She now wore a black form-fitting top that enhanced her ample cleavage, and a mini skirt that concealed a pair of thongs that made her ass FEEL sexy. He often told her he loved watching her walk around at work – he being the only one there knowing her lingerie preference, and also knowing intimately what that preference held within the tiny bit of cloth. It made his strides almost painful, because of his immediate hard-ons whenever they crossed paths. His erections that night were nonstop, and by the time she left the building and was temporarily out of his sight, he found he was almost limping from the engorgement of cream his balls were holding. The final eye contact they made before he watched her walk to her car confirmed the unmistakable: tonight they would be together; dissolving the loneliness and sexual deprivation he felt had crept into his life, and had caused him anguish in his otherwise happy marriage.She could make him forget all that. More importantly, this night would be the prelude of yet another feeling. A feeling only they would ever know together. They would rise to another plane; they would be together, true enough, but be together as One. He pulled into the parking lot about thirty minutes later – parking his car alongside hers. She opened the passenger door of her car, and as he seated himself, she reached over and kissed him with an “I need you, want you, long-for-you” kind of kiss, and his mouth immediately responded with his lips welding to hers. She loved to kiss, and had often told him that if done sensuously enough, and long enough, it could make her climax without any other stimulus. She never got to prove her statement before tonight, but considering how she was already softly moaning and squirming about in his embrace, he decided she was a woman of her word. He traced her lips with his tongue, allowing the tip to run gently across her teeth, and then slip into her slightly parted mouth, stroking her tongue with his, as if it were trying to mate. Her reaction was to suck his tongue, and lure it provocatively into her mouth. The not-so subliminal, phallic-like use of her tongue proved too much for him. He was already feeling droplets of precum forming on the tip of his pulsing cockhead, and didn’t want to lose too much before he had pleased her. He broke away, dropping his head down against her forehead, and looking at his lap he murmured, “I really need you tonight. I’ve needed you all day today. I’ve been fantasizing about everything we’ve talked about online this week, and masturbating to those same fantasies, too.” “So have I,” she replied, lifting his head so his eyes met hers dead on. “I masturbate several times to our fantasies each night before I fall asleep. There have been nights I’ve cum so much, I’ve fallen asleep in a puddle, and awoken the next day just as wet!” He was amazed how candid their conversations could get regarding masturbation or about any act of sex, for that matter. The content of those conversations were exposés of their deepest sexual yearnings falling exclusively upon one another’s ears; four ears hearing aloud what had been repressed by both parties for decades – and would have been for the remainder of their lives, if not for one solitary, shared element: trust. They resumed kissing passionately; deeply; voraciously. She started to unbutton his shirt; playing with his nipples beneath his tee, pinching them slightly between her thumbs and forefingers; pulling them outward and downward, as if she was milking udders on a cow. This caused them to stiffen so quickly, she paused with her tongue-to-tongue play just long enough to smile her approval at him; just long enough to allow him to reach over to recline her seat, then his. His hand slid down the profile of her body, stopping briefly at her waist, to feel the thong string that held it in its place. His cock jumped in his pants - reminding him of what lay beneath that string. He proceeded down to her hip; across the cheeks of her ass that he worshipped even then - and still further down to her pleasure spot. He wasted no time in sliding her skirt up, moving her thong over to one side, and searching out her clit with his middle finger. It was already aroused – her miniature version of a cock- and he massaged it like no other man before ever did; in small, deliberate circles; caressing just the tip of the bud that sent shock waves up her spine. He explored her vulva, the silky smooth skin where it was carefully shaven just for him that morning, then continued back down to her clit where it quivered in response to his touch. His finger journeyed further down; sliding into her moist abyss; feeling the walls of her vagina contracting to embrace it. Two other fingers joined in the exploration of her pussy, penetrating so deeply and stroking ever-so-slowly, that she reached down to clasp them in her hand, and drive them in harder and faster. Little squeals emitted from her lips with each finger-fucking stroke, as she continued to masturbate with his fingers held captive inside of her steamy hole. He slipped from her clench to suck her juices off of the privileged digits that were in her body a second before. He loved her taste, whether it was from his fingers or when his tongue lapped up her cream; he always thirst for more of her. He drove his fingers back into her now, curling the top knuckles slightly so they pressed against her clit from the inside, as his thumb caressed it on the outside, making her squeals change to moans of indescribable ecstasy. Her head and back arched, making her breasts swell in their confinement of her top. He licked through the material, tracing around her protruding nipples with his tongue, and then grabbing the material with his teeth, he pulled it down to reveal those suckable tits he lusted. Appeasing his lust, he suckled a nipple into his mouth; suckled like a newborn trying to draw his mother’s milk for the first time. She writhed even more, as her clit began to tremble beneath his orchestrated fingers. He felt the dams collapse and her intense climax flow over his fingers onto the open palm of his hand. He loved the way she bucked when she came; holding back nothing and giving up everything. And he, too, almost climaxed then – in the titillating revelation that he drew this wild, unbridled response from a woman much older than his sexless wife; a woman that made him feel all of his erotic wants and desires were his for the asking – no strings attached. And that her wants and desires, mirror images of his own, were being met by no one other than this man lying next to her in the front seat of her car. He raised his head from her breast; studying the expression of sexual satisfaction on her face; tiny beads of perspiration around the perimeters of her face near her long, black hair, now damp as well. Her gasps for breath were interspersed with little sighs, as she licked her now dry lips; she had had a cataclysmic oral workout, and the results were obvious. He had done this to her – FOR her. He was enslaved by her… enslaved by her … enslaved by her… The rain began to come down heavier now, hitting the windshield with a sound like a woman tapping her nails impatiently on a sales counter. They settled back in their seats momentarily to watch the rain fall, holding hands, allowing the rhythmic patter to take them into the conversation they had begun while chatting online the night before. “Have I satisfied you, my Goddess?” he asked, a bit of timidity accompanying the words that he was testing out. He thought by her expression that she may not have picked up on his innuendo, but her response proved him wrong. “You have satisfied me quite well, slave. That is, for the moment.” She laughed out loud, maybe a little too hard. “I made her nervous,” he thought, now wishing he had never opened his mouth. Although he loved hearing her laugh, this time it sounded too forced; too fake. But… he knew she faked nothing… so he pursued the topic that had been on his mind for years - and on their online chats for the last week. “ Sooo, how do you feel about what we’ve talked about - especially what we’ve talked about online this week?” Now HIS voice rang of nervousness. “I think we need to explore ALL the possibilities,” she replied, “And if you really want to be the submissive one, or if you choose to be the master. I am open to either - with you, that is.” She then looked into his eyes – with those swamp-green eyes that could bore a path to the core of his soul, and softly said, “It’s the blind leading the blind – you and I, so now that I have had my turn, let me, YOUR slave, do your bidding.” The impact of her response left him temporarily speechless – his brain having to jump-start his heart because he believed at one point he stopped breathing, and command his voice box to function once again. “Get in the backseat, my little pet,” he heard himself say, “And your Master will take it-and you-from there”. She bowed her head to him, crossing her hands over her bared breasts, and dutifully climbed over the seat to the bench seat in the back with him following suit. As she was about to turn to sit, she felt his hands on either side of her hips; and his hoarse whisper ordering her to kneel on the seat facing the back hatch. She complied, knowing full well what her “Master” required tonight. But… maybe not all. He slid her skirt up to her waist, and gripping the strings of the thong on either side, yanked them down so the thong lay at her knees on the seat. She heard him fumble with his pants zipper for a minute; then the sounds and movements of them dropping to the floorboard. Instantly, the thrust of his hard cock invading her still wet pussy, made her instinctively brace the back of the seat, and drop her head to bear back. He corrected her position – pulling on her long hair to raise her head once more, and pumped his cock fast and frenzied into her. He slapped her ass with his entire palm resting, then caressing her cheeks; over and over and over again – pausing only to view the red handprints becoming indelible on her skin. She was feeling the burning sting of the open handed slaps, but was sharing the erotic excitement with him. He reached around and spanked her clit, sending bolts of lightning coursing up her torso and out through her nipples. Her moans now synchronized with his every thrust as he took his finger and sunk it first into her pool of juices, and then into her anus. As his cock ravished her pussy, his finger continued to work her butthole, until she came again – harder than ever- splashing his cock on every inward thrust. With each ramming of his cock into her drenched cunt, he emitted a gasp of pure rapture – until his balls could not hold out any longer, and she felt the last moment’s retreat of his member, and the next moment’s hosing of his cream on the folds of her lips and her entire ass. All of what he had carried in his balls the entire day and night, was now coating her body. He had always shot full loads, but this time was, by far, the most. She put her hand behind her back to feel his cream that was now dripping down her leg, and felt a hard slap. She quickly recoiled, and as she did, she felt his fingers running through the streams of cum on her ass; then his cum covered fingers touching her lips; forcing them apart. “Taste me; feed from your Master,” he crooned in her ear. She did as commanded, and licked his fingers – one by one – until there was no trace of his cum left - either on his fingers – or on her ass. They were equally, and totally spent now – each having played the role of submissive and Dom. Or… had it been role playing? As they laid on the backseat in each other’s arms, they noticed the rain had stopped, leaving a cover of fog to blanket the lovers in their wake of domination rhapsody. It also served as a signal that all good things must come to an end… for that night, at least. They got dressed and opened the car door to get out to stretch. He needed to get home before his wife woke up and worried about where he was; she had no one at home that would wake up, nor would bother to worry about her if he did. They hugged warmly – like two old friends that had not seen each other in years – and kissed passionately – like two new lovers that they were destined to become. Then, each getting into their own cars, they drove quietly away; back to the droll existence each lived without the other. But they would return, to not only that parking lot, but to the Beginning… the beginning of their secret stations in life. For he was to become the Dr. Frankenstein of their harnessed perversions, and she was to become the Creation that would unleash them all…And he would call his Creation…GODDESS... In Goddess We Trust Ch. 02 “The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances; if there is any reaction, both are transformed” Carl Jung The fog was thickening as he drove home that night – but no thicker than the thoughts filling his head as he cautiously made his way up the service road to the main highway. Although the fog would prevent him from getting home in a timely manner, there was one advantage - it would allow him the opportunity to reflect on the events of that night, and his feelings about the same, as he slowly maneuvered into the middle lane of the highway and remained there for the duration of the trip home. He had not come down from the celestial high of the night’s experience as yet. He maintained, in his mind at least, that his euphoric state was due to the totally unexpected raw animal sex he just had. But… his mind shifted to hover mode… why did he feel something was wrong? Something was “off”, for lack of a better word – but what? He had never felt so incredible before, during, or after sex as he did since she had become his lover, so why did he feel… why did he feel, so… well, so… incomplete? “I have no fucking clue!” he caught himself saying aloud in the solitude of his vehicle. And he really didn’t have a clue that night – nor the following night when he went online with her when they each got home from work; even though the signs of enlightenment were beginning to appear. It was not until the next week when they were to meet at the river’s banks near her home for another clandestine love tryst that they both would awaken from their deeply nestled sexual comas. The fog was thickening as she drove home that night – and since she loathed the fog more than any other inclement weather factor, she took all the back roads home; not caring when she would arrive there, just caring she would arrive there in one piece. The delay it caused only granted her the opportunity to reflect on the last several hours she had spent with him. “Yeah, and I do mean “spent”!” she heard herself say aloud, as she stopped abruptly to allow a deer to saunter across the otherwise deserted country road she was traveling. She, too, felt “off”- even though she had this indescribable smoldering heat still emanating from her erogenous zones – and her ass cheeks from the spanking she just received. It was phenomenal, but she also felt something else; something like …something like…well, something like…gypped. She pondered those thoughts the remainder of the ride home – totally perplexed as to why she felt the way she did; wanting to emphatically deny those feelings; deny them for fear she would evoke a dark side of herself that may eventually consume her - and destroy what she now insatiably enjoyed: him. The next night’s online conversation started out blandly enough; chatting about work… Didn’t we have a lot of business tonight? Wasn’t so-and-so conducting the meeting on Thursday? Wasn’t such-and-such up for a promotion soon? Eventually, the subject was changed; the real topic was now at hand, and was initiated by him; for he could no longer contain his restlessness about what transpired the night before. He typed at a faltered tempo; weighing each word, each syllable; each inflection he hoped the body of the question would convey. After typing it out, he stared at the inquiry on the computer screen that just moments before – and since the previous night - was paramount in his mind. He drew in a deep breath, bit down on his bottom lip, and clicked on the IM box marked “send”. “How do you FEEL about us after last night?” The reply was not instantaneous. Actually, he thought they may have lost their connection. No answer - still – after several minutes. He typed in,” Are you still with me?” Finally, his mounting anxiety was washed away as on his screen appeared her answers to both questions. “I will always be with you – for as long as you want me to be. As for last night, I don’t know what to think, or feel. It was… different.” “In what way?” he asked; although he felt the same vibes, he was curious to know her definition of “different”. She typed back, “I think our sex is fantastic, but something is out of place – that’s the best way I can describe it. It’s like starting a collection of something in a limited series, and receiving each as they are released, and having all but the last one. You know you will receive it, but you don’t know when – just that you will. Last night’s role playing was like waiting for that last edition to complete the collection – and you don’t know what the final edition even looks like, but that it will finish the series, and make it much more valuable. I don’t know what our final edition is, or what it looks like, but when we find out, it will not only be valuable- it will be priceless.” Although he carefully read, re-read, and read again her last rather poignant response, his eyes - and his mind - focused on only two words: “role playing”. He thought she was really into it – really into the “real” of dominant sex. He was sure he had not wasted one single brain cell thinking of it as role playing with her – and since she was the only woman he had ever felt comfortable enough to sexually engage with in this manner, he was now beginning to think he should lay to rest - forever and amen - all of what he believed were his deepest desires of being a Master – HER Master. As Fate had it, he didn’t bury his desires into the catacombs of his mind; he merely reshuffled his thoughts and once more placed her feelings before his, and, like a good little slave {unbeknownst to either of them at the time}, totally agreed with her and allowed the subject to drop. The chat now focused on their plans to meet at a secluded spot near a stream the following Thursday - the Thursday before the Fourth of July weekend – their mutual Independence Day as they would discover. They had missed the total lunar eclipse that May, and the next wouldn’t be until November; but the eclipse they were to witness that Thursday night would be totally their own. One-on-one fireworks would begin that night – celebrating the collaboration of all-too-willing partakers in the fine arts of domination and bondage… He would be meeting her after work at the bar’s parking lot; and then following her from there to her selected spot. They didn’t even stop to think that after all the rains they were having, they may need to have an alternate plan, but Fate would step in once again, and provide them with a beautiful night – warm, dry; a cloudless sky - bright moon and all. The perfect night for witnessing an eclipse; if not the lunar kind, an eclipse of a fleshly nature. She knew the area well; it was a favorite spot where she had taken walks and fished many a day during the course of her estrangement from her husband – a place she considered to be her Xanadu. Now, she was to invite him to share the same solace; but not for the same intentions. They would not fully realize the true intent until that very night… Thursday night finally arrived; he followed her in his car to a little graveled lot alongside the bridge of the stream. Hidden within the brush was a small path running parallel to the languidly flowing waters that eventually led to an alcove that had once been her emotional refuge. When she alighted from her car, he was stunned – and instantly turned on - for she was dressed in black harem pants, a halter top in charcoal/silver that ended right below her full breasts, and a silver slave bracelet placed high on her arm. She was a Master’s dream… “There is a God!” he jubilantly thought to himself, as he followed her down the embankment’s path; suddenly becoming aware of yet another sultry fact: she wore no thongs beneath the silk pants. The hip-high slits on either side of the pant legs separated as she strode; revealing to him teasing, alluring peeks at her love nest. His cock began to feel crowded in his jeans, as it strained at the zipper as if begging to be released. He wanted to take her – right there and then, but curbed his urges knowing he would have his way with her very, very soon. Alas, the little puppy was wrong in his assumption. He had brought a blanket, and when they arrived at their destination, spread it on the ground; motioning for her to lay down first. She complied; dropping to her knees, and quite seductively stretched out – like a cat basking in the sun’s rays streaming through a window; her swamp-green eyes now actually resembling those of a feline. She held his gaze transfixed to her every deliberate, provocative move; as she raised herself up onto one elbow, and turning toward him, purred, “You like?” “I like” he responded; as if in a hypnotic state. She had had that effect on him many times before – but this was somehow more intense – unfamiliar to him about her. Aside from a lantern, she carried a small plastic bag with her into the alcove; contents unknown to him. It was now beside her on the blanket. At first, he presumed it may contain something for him to drink when he got thirsty; as a slave should always be prepared to satisfy her Master’s needs. Again, the puppy would be proven wrong. She patted the blanket indicating she wanted him to lie next to her. He removed his shirt, in anticipation of doing her as soon as he was undressed. He then began to unzip his fly; his cock pushing at the zipper like a race horse jumping at the starting gate; when she raised herself up to a sitting position and shook her head saying in a somewhat commanding voice, “NO, I want you to just lie here for awhile – we will get to that later.” She pointed; indicated to the very impressive bulge jutting from his jeans, as she, once again, descended to the blanket; her eyes fixed on his; her mouth set in a peculiarly determined way. He now complied; lowering himself down, but not next to her; rather, he went to position himself above her, and met with his soon-to-be-Domme’s outstretched arms; grabbing his head around his neck, and pulling him down to her mouth where she ravenously bit his lip in her obvious want. Her nails dug into his shoulders’ flesh; sending currents of electricity coursing through his body like shock treatments. Her tongue searched out his; as her one hand continued down to his chest, where she curled her fingers into the hairs, and pulled on them with a slow, steady pressure. He winced; as some of the chest hairs gave way in her unwavering grasp, but he did not cry out; nor did he try to break from her hold. Her other hand reached for something in the bag; something he then felt upon his wrists; something cold and hard and… constricting… handcuffs – the metal type. He did not resist; strangely enough - curiosity winning out - as this move had cast a different light on the scenario than what he imagined but a short time ago. Now, somewhat powerless, he was pushed over to a lying position on his back; still not protesting any of her newly acquired supremacy. She proceeded to unbutton his jeans; unzipping them with the urgency of a child opening up her gifts on Christmas morning – her “gifts” being beneath his pants. Her fiery frenzy was drawing a new feeling from deep within his being and from deep within his groin; as she removed his genitals from their captive state. She brazenly squeezed his rod; gripping the shaft tightly; as if getting prepared for a tug-of-war. She pumped it with long, quick strokes; like pumping a shotgun to eject a spent cartridge, and then slid her hand down to his balls; where she began to caress; then squeeze them. She lifted her head up slightly, to see his reaction to her never- before- tried aggressions. She studied his face; a face that now revealed - not sheer pleasure or pain, but an opaque combination of both sensations. She had never seen this expression on his face before that night; but reveled in the knowledge he was responding so willingly to her new found forcefulness. She continued in her primeval seduction of power; gently stroking his shaft; keeping him off guard; then suddenly, when she felt his cockhead begin to drip its expected precum, she slapped it with her newest toy she quietly had slipped from her bag of tricks: a leather riding crop. The sudden flogging of his wet cockhead sent him into an airless moment of sexual helplessness. She repeated these dual messages to his cock over and over again; one, a permission; the other, a trespass. He was startled and visibly shaken; not entirely from the physical attack, but from the concept that she was undoubtedly in control - and he was undoubtedly enjoying it. As her onslaught to his cock persisted; he attempted to move his handcuffed hands down to shield it from her discipline, and were met with yet another corrective measure – a thick, wooden paddle striking his knuckles, and instantly sending his bound hands back to where they were safe and sound – above his head. “Where the hell did THAT come from?!” was his first outcry of the night, as she continued the metamorphosis from sporadic submissive to permanent Supreme Divinity. Her reply was none; his outburst fell upon deaf ears. It would remain that way for the duration of the night… He was writhing in erotic pain; the kind of pain that is very real, but welcomed with cum wrenching necessity. He needed to suffer like this; an inferno within his body cremating his willpower, and this temptress fanning the flames. His cock was on fire from her masochistic attack; but its owner wanted more… MUCH MORE. It manifested through the exhibits of torture that were brandished upon him; what was so obvious to his subconscious for years now became an apocalyptic conscious realization: he could not only survive - but could very much thrive - on being a slave; HER slave. She continued in her resolve to be in command, as she reached into the bag for the last ingredient in the night’s recipe of “Who is Alpha?” It was a battery operated anal dildo; the type with a tip that squirmed as the remainder of the six inches vibrated to varying speeds. She would seek its final resting place in a little while, but first… She stood up; straddling his prone, naked body as she began to tauntingly strip –first, the halter – then, the harem pants - as he lay there - in his sensuously tortured bliss; mesmerized by the show. She smiled down at him; a wicked little smile; but said nothing. The smile said it all. She impaled herself onto his throbbing member; skewering down onto his hot meat until it disappeared deep inside her cunt. Leaning forward, she began rubbing her clit against the underside of his cock; the friction of the movements heating it up even more. Her large breasts bounced against her chest, as she picked up her pace in her hot pursuit to climax. He, for the second time, dropped his cuffed hands from above his head in an attempt to caress her breasts; to finger her erect nipples and evoke the squeals of pleasure he loved to hear. His knuckles, once again, were threatened as she flailed the paddle. He quickly withdrew; as he agonizingly watched the body he was prohibited to touch resume twisting and grinding on his already aching- to-cum dick. She repositioned herself; sitting upright to jackhammer on his cock; driving him so deep within her, he could feel her cervical opening. The suction her tightened pussy muscles produced made it feel to him like he was getting head. His cum was rising up his shaft at top speed… She, even in her wild fervor to spill her juices all over him, sensed he was about to cream, and quickly dismounted him. A long groan eked out of his voice box, as he dealt with his cock’s disappointment to succeed in what it did best: cum. She finished herself off standing above him; allowing him to watch her – enveloped in her own sexual play - until the tidal waves of her climax washed over her and she dripped her love liquids onto his violently pulsing cock. Once she recouped from her exhibition of masturbation, she reached for the dildo next to her, and held it out of his sight. This last toy would mark their positions – once and for all - in The Realm of Domination… He was rolled over onto his stomach; face down with hands still bound above his head, and ordered to sprawl. He complied; as he instantly felt her hand reach underneath him to retrieve his still throbbing cock, and his engorged balls; stretching them out between his limbs. The next sensation he had was benign to this night: the feeling of something cool; something soothing; something vibrating; massaging his genitals and ass to the point where he began to drift into a relaxed state. He cared not what this instrument of euphoria was… not yet anyway. She continued caressing him with the dildo for quite some time; running it gently over his balls; hesitating at the head of his cock to allow the slowest speed of the vibrator to make his cockhead jump in response. In preparation for its final purpose that night, she smeared the dildo with his cock’s frothing of precum for a natural lubricant .When she was sure he was totally calm and every muscle – including the one between his legs - was relaxed, she turned it on full speed, and slid it into his ass; into the channel passed his sphincter; finding his prostate, and licking it with the tip of the dildo. He never knew what hit him. His natural reaction to tense up was light-years too late; she had touched an area that made him instantly want to shoot his load hard, fast and furiously - it was his hot button. Raising his ass off the blanket, he began to crank it; choreographing his movements to the circular motions she made with the dildo. He moaned softly; over and over; as she continued to kiss the gland with the vibrating tip; permitting it to make the slit on his cockhead widen; his precum icing it; while his shaft jumped in response to the delectably new sensation. “Oh, Goddess… Ohhhhh….” His chant drifted off, as she continued her anal exploration with the vibrator. “I’m …I…I..I..mm..I’m almost there,” he breathlessly stammered, “I’m soooo clooossse…please…PLEEEEASE…ooohhhhh, Goddess!” ******************************* That was, of course, Her cue to stop. It was the sign She was waiting for: he was begging; whimpering actually; like a puppy just weaned from its mother. Yes, She liked that concept; he would be Her puppy - Her puppy-of-a-slave. The eclipse was now complete. She slid the dildo out; he still wriggling at the crest he was about to plummet from; as She stood up, turned him over, and unlocked his cuffs. He looked up at Her quizzically; rubbing his numb wrists; not yet fully understanding the magnitude of Her new-found Goddess powers over him. His momentary confusion dissolved as She picked up Her clothes and toys, placed them in the bag, and with but a smile - the wicked little smile She had worn earlier that night - left Her little puppy-of-a-slave there in the alcove by the stream; under a bright June moon; to reflect on where they would be from that night forward: The collection was now complete; the final edition identified... It was now priceless. As She walked out to Her car to get dressed and go home, She heard his voice from behind Her call out, “I love you, Goddess.” Her smile returned; knowing he would stay back to finish off what She had started tonight; not expecting anything less. Her smile broadened, as She voiced a long yearned wish – now a Goddess’ command: “Slave, be commando at work from here on in – do I make myself clear?” The response from behind Her was a voice of promised obedience: “Yes, my Goddess.” In Goddess We Trust Ch. 03 "When choosing between two evils, I always like to try the one I've never tried before." - Mae West * * * * * A week had passed since the total sexual eclipse, and Puppy Slave had kept his vow to his Goddess - he had gone to work commando every day. They would cross each other's paths at work; each gazing into the other's eyes with a "we know something they don't know" look; each doing their respective tasks as the erotic thoughts of his Goddess being in thongs beneath Her khakis, and Her Puppy being in the raw beneath his, lent excitement – and mutual passion – to their day. The summer rains had returned and remained; like houseguests that have overstayed their welcome; the dead gray pallor making the sky gloomy – and the employees' outlooks the same. All wished for the season to be true to its norm, as some had plans to go to the beach; others just to putter with yard work; still others to participate in outdoor sports. There were two co-workers, however, who didn't care that the rains had returned, or if it rained for forty days and forty nights; or if it ever stopped raining at all. They had been awakened and introduced to a mutually welcomed world of dominance and bondage; during the one and only night necessary to being dry and clear – and that revealing night- that past Thursday night by the river's edge- had made everything else decisively clear, too: She was to be his obeyed Goddess, and he was to be Her devout slave. Within this same week, She had made several other demands of Her puppy-of-a-slave to prove his worthiness of Her attention. He would call Her on his way to work to pronounce his soul-felt devotion and obedience to Her, and at night while driving home from work, he was to use his mobile phone headset and masturbate while She coached him into stroking himself empty. Above all else, however, he was to proclaim his immeasurable trust in Her. This last demand was, in reality, Her First Commandment: "THOU SHALT TRUST THY GODDESS WITH ALL THY HEART, AND WITH ALL THY SOUL, AND WITH ALL THY PERVERSIONS IN THY MIND" From this unshakable belief, all of their erotic fantasies could- and would- be physically attained. It was the leather dog collar; wide, black and chrome stud encrusted with a silver tag that hung from it with the engraving " My Puppy Slave" that She gifted him; placing it around his neck as his rightful owner should - now commanding him to wear daily at work - which would cause his belief to be rattled. It was fear that beset him; not entirely unwarranted fear either; for if his superior spotted it beneath his shirt and tie, questions would certainly be asked; questions that he could not – dared not - answer. But it was this same fear of discovery and humiliation that evoked the warm tingle deep within his groin. His firm, tight balls bouncing with each step; free from their cotton boxer prison; his cock stretching in its new, non restraining environment that made his concerns evaporate. It was his - no, - it was Her- chosen lifestyle for him. The Commandments of his Goddess were that of his newfound Bondage and Domination religion. The dog collar symbolized this domination by his Goddess, and this denomination of BDSM worship to Her. He was Her pet – Her Puppy – Her Puppy-of-a-slave. Unequivocally; final; finis. They compared their work schedules for the upcoming week and found they had, by an act of their friend, Fate- one mutual day off where they could have some private time together to further explore the proclivities of Her newest form of sexually enticing talents. The night before their planned rendezvous would have been a normal, non eventful evening at work for the two but for one exception: Puppy had failed to wear his new necklace of ownership – his personalized dog collar…Uh… ohhhh… BAD PUPPY. He had been running late for work, and had thrown the collar into his glove compartment to put on before entering the building, but in his haste, had left it in the car. She discovered his near-fatal error when She pulled him into the stockroom, and proceeded with Her newest ritual of unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping his fly, so as to inspect the assets of Her new property…Her slave. "Where is your collar, Puppy?" demanded his Goddess, as She took a step back; searching his face with those swamp green eyes. "Forgive me, my Goddess, I …" his explanation was stifled by Her hand closing over his mouth. "You should NOT be in the position to need to beg for forgiveness, slave! If you had been obedient, you would not have to be concerned about tomorrow! Now however, with this new development, I shall have to alter my plans for what I was going to teach you. Your foremost thoughts right now should be how to win back your Goddess' trust." She was almost hissing the veiled threat as She slid Her hand down into his khakis; assuring Herself he was not trying to commit submissive suicide as to forget anything else; like being commando beneath his pants. Fortunately for him, he had not forgotten this critical point of Her demands. She walked out of the stockroom leaving him alone; disheveled; fly open; his cock hanging out of his pants; his head bowed low because of his failure to please his Goddess...tsk, tsk, tsk... BAD, BAD PUPPY. He was shunned by Her the rest of the night; totally ignored. The feeling of insurmountable guilt because he had disappointed and failed Her loomed over him as his mind reviewed over and over what Her statement was in the stockroom hours earlier: "Your foremost thoughts right now should be how to win back your Goddess' trust." He knew it was not going to be so easy to make amends. How difficult it would actually be he would not come to fully realize until the following night… * * * * * Eighteen hours later, Goddess and Her pup were in their makeshift dungeon; an out of the way motel several miles from their jobs; further still from their homes; an almost Gothic styled hideaway that befitted the desires of the pair. He had brought several mood enhancers; scented candles, Her favorite wine, silver goblets; a gift of sensuous oil that the sorrowful slave was hoping he would be permitted to massage onto his Goddess' soft and perfect shoulders. As it were, he would never get the chance to touch Her shoulders - or anything else that night... She, too, had gifts for Her slave; all contained inside a large velvet pouch. Like a clever magician, Her bag of tricks would captivate Her audience of one; and keep him wanton of yet more. It was actually his Goddess' foreplay of power; She would restrain him and put a mask over his head – the element of surprise the key to Her Dominatrix prowess and erotic success – and Her scheme of rendering him helpless to Her teaching tactics... As soon as the door to their room was shut, the still repenting slave was hooded with a thick, heavy mask and then led to the bed where he was laid out like a cadaver positioned for an autopsy. Not a word was spoken; no questions or explanations were to be addressed; for that was yet another commandment of his Goddess and another cornerstone in the foundation of Her stand on trust: A silent slave was an obedient and trusting slave. She stripped Her chattel of all clothing; less his dog collar that She purposely left strapped around his neck. Unknown to Her neglectful subservient, this would be the finale; the closing topic of the one sided discussion in this night's BDSM seminar. She commenced with the bondage ritual; handcuffing his hands together to the top of the bed; then adding a new teaching tool to the lesson - shackles. They were placed on his ankles with some extra slack of chain between the two cuffs – there would be need for this extra linkage in Her revised lesson of the night. Beneath his hooded mask, Puppy found it difficult to hear the movements his Goddess was making as all sounds were muffled; again, a deliberate plan of action by his Mistress to keep Her pet in suspense for as long as it suited Her fancy. Once he was secured to the bed, She went to the velvet pouch to retrieve another mood setter; this time being a deliciously decadent visual – a black leather corselet, black lace stockings, and mid thigh- high black leather boots with five inch stiletto heels. She took Her time in readying Herself for the impact She knew this would have on Her slave – and on his cock. She delighted in watching Her puppy's tail "wag" in obvious response to Her sensual teases. She capped the stimulating look with a collar; a dog collar to match his; a near duplicate of the collar that he failed to wear the day before in work; the same kind of dog collar that would be an acute reminder of what brought him here with Her this night... Only the collar She wore bore a solid metal padlock in the wide leather strap... and there was just one key for its placement…or its removal. When She was finished placing the new form of jewelry onto Her lithe neck, She lit the candles that Her pathetic, unreliable slave had brought, and proceeded to open the bottle of wine and pour the golden liquid into both goblets. Slowly, She walked alongside the bed; up to where he laid sprawled, cuffed, chained and still- and panting beneath the hot hooded mask. "He looks just like a dog in heat!" She thought to Herself, as She stood staring down at him; reviewing in Her mind the revised steps leading to the true lesson of the night – the recently updated, seductively spiteful version. She bent over him now, holding the one goblet to Her slave's lips; instructing him to drink; conveying to him that She was pleased that he had chosen Her favorite vintage of wine. He obeyed silently at the sound of Her voice and sipped from the chalice; like a man at church about to receive communion. Only this would be an act of attrition – Goddess style. She then withdrew the goblet from his lips, and drank from Her own; finishing the silky solution and licking the last drops off Her full lips with Her tongue; all the while studying the slave held captive on the bed. "I have a number of surprises for my Puppy tonight," she whispered into his hood covered ears, "And I am sure you are in want of one, in need of another, and deserving of yet one more. You will clearly know which one is which by the end of our night here." He was eager for his Sublime Lady to begin Her tutelage; as the naïve Puppy-of-a-slave misconstrued what his Goddess' words were truly foretelling … She told Her anxious slave that She was going to remove the hooded mask, but warned him not to open his eyes until he was ordered to do so. He answered "Yes, my Goddess" eagerly; excitedly anticipating what he would be viewing once his Mistress allowed him the gift of sight again. The mask was slowly removed, and dropped into Her pouch, while yet another new toy was premiering from the bag. As Goddess walked to the foot of the bed and poised Herself with Her new depravity of pleasure, She ordered Her bound pet to open his eyes… * * * * * His vision took but a few moments to adjust from the confinements of the patent leather skull cap that had resided on his head just a minute before. What he now looked at was a mirror image of what his mind held in high esteem of the perfect cock elevator: His Goddess dressed in all black- all hard- all bad. He would learn this night how hard and bad She really could be… Puppy had been so mesmerized by Her erotic sizzling attire; he failed to see at first what She held in Her hand, and the subtle; yet ominous difference in the dog collar his Temptress in Midnight was wearing. He began to speak; a sexually derived compliment forming on the tip of his tongue; but She held her index finger up to Her lips; gesturing him to remain silent. He did so, in fleeting confusion, as She proceeded to place Her object of tonight's " 'cum' hither" instruction around Her waist… As if in a melodrama, thunder began rumbling outside of the motel door; as the heaven's silence was interrupted, and torrential sheets of rain beat at the windows of their room; causing both slave and Goddess to freeze momentarily. He chuckled nervously, while She instantly recouped; continuing where She left off; strapping on the Torture Toy of the Week... It was a large; very intimidating strap -on dildo; with attached balls that were battery operated; balls that were to be vaginally inserted and allowed to stimulate Her clitoris to -ideally- multiple climaxes; all from within. The size of the rubber penis was most impressive; impressive enough to unnerve Puppy, and make him blurt out a question that permeated the air with distrust pertaining to his Goddess' choice of lewd and lascivious play devices: "Goddess, where do you plan to try to fit that size dildo?" Some breeds of dogs are stubborn and difficult to train; other breeds are stupid and harder still to train; and then there is Puppy Slave - a breed all his own. His trainer's eyes never left his face; nor did Her hands ever pause in attaching the strap-on. ...And She never offered him an answer to his question… She stood before him at the base of the bed with one of Her lace stocking, booted limbs hiked up on the edge; long, slender fingers wrapped around the rubber cock dangling between Her legs - looking like the smuttiest, raunchiest, bawdiest; the fucking best-of-both- genders- of- a-sex creature the amazed slave ever beheld! If it were not for the size of the protruding member attached to his all-woman Goddess, he would have thought this the perfect granting of one of his many deeply hidden fantasies. But his heart – and his nerves- were pounding with the one pondering thought besieging his mind: If this well endowed piece of erotic engineering would ever fit into his ass. His heart and nerves would not have to wait long. * * * * * She slid up onto the bed; crawling in between his shackled legs. Even from where She paused at his knees, the dildo's cockhead was touching Puppy's semi hard dick. Puppy flinched, as the feel of his own skin came into contact with that of the rubber flesh. She noticed this, and reached into the pouch once more; retrieving a tube of lubricant. He relaxed a bit then, but oddly enough, his cock did not; the muscle of his shaft growing into its skin almost instantly. Surprised, but not shocked, Puppy Slave now thought he was maybe – just maybe – going to enjoy the "backdoor" intrusion by this massive pole navigated by his Sex Goddess. But... his renewing trust was to be challenged again. Spreading the gel generously up and down the pseudo phallus, She appeared to the bound submissive to be jacking off Her cock; a very stimulating, and titillating – and very original concept for his mind to entertain. Once coated, the rubber cock glistened and took on the appearance of a cavern's stalagmite; as his Goddess resumed the role of male dominance with Her newly acquired cock, and spread his chained legs for Her strap-on's grand entrance. Puppy had been deflowered of his anal virginity just twelve days before; his Goddess being the acquiring party of his anal innocence at the river's edge. His ass tonight would be taken by a much larger invader, and would reiterate what had been established less than two weeks before – She owned his carcass; every inch of it; inside and out; to do whatever sexually unchaste act She pleased. And tonight, Goddess would be VERY pleased… She slid into him gradually; cautiously; ever-so-slowly; until She sensed Her slave's tight channel relax enough to journey deeper with the exaggerated dildo. Inch by slippery inch, the lubricant proved to be successful in its purpose of making the rubber cock welcome in his anal canal. Its quick adaptation was so indescribably and maddeningly sensual, it made Puppy's dick lunge with every deepening thrust his Goddess purveyed; restrained from launching into the air only by his scrotum. His canal got wetter; wider; as his Mistress'cock sunk in more and more; deeper and deeper; as if it were being sucked down into quicksand. In and out…in and out…delectably in ... and deliciously out… She orchestrated the movements with Her conductor's sexual wand, as Her slave's breathing came shorter and quicker; his groans becoming a symphony of rapturous abandon. About the time the incited sub's cock was about to emancipate from his body, and shoot its load in free- form fashion all over the bed, his ever-so- timely Goddess pulled out; lifted his shackled ankles; spreading them apart as far as the extra linkage of the chain would allow; and bent his knees; forcing them toward either side of his head. She then quickly attached each ankle cuff to the headboard; grasping the back of his thighs with Her hands to stabilize-and enforce- his V-shaped position. He opened his mouth to question this change; but wisely decided to close it. After all, there had been no mention of being forgiven for his dog collar violation of Her command up to this point, and the bound sub didn't wish to enrage his Mistress with inquiries about the program that was now well in progress. YES,THAT'S A GOOD BOY, PUPPY. Goddess repositioned Her body to resume the ass drilling; leaning now on his calves to enable Her to plunge into his anal abyss with heartier strokes; making most of the sizeable shaft disappear; as Puppy regained his moist heat and passion, and began meeting Her descent with his upward thrusts. As the quivering balls masturbated the internal walls of Her saturated pussy, Goddess began to feverishly quicken the impalement of Her dildo within Her sex servant's butt. She was grinding into the ass of Her contorted pet as if She were lap dancing; enveloped in Her own waves of molten ecstasy emanating from the vibrating testicles kissing Her clit from within. She ran Her long, painted fingernails through Her raven hair; Her head tossed back; Her eyes closed in sensual delirium. Puppy observed his fleshpot in the throes of a carnal trance; grinding the dildo against the walls of his ass... although his own cock now was getting in the way of his line of vision... * * * * * She chased down Her climax to the end; riding it to the last spasm; after-shock upon after-shock. The volcanic eruption of Her creamy secretions oozed over the balls embedded in Her hot, drenched pussy. This was like no other climax before; the feeling of having not just the mind power of Goddess over Slave; but the pure strength of physical power over another; as another man. The strap-on permitted this all-powerful aura; it was Her Sampson's hair; Her Popeye's spinach; Her Superman's x-ray vision; Power in a magical form. The unexpected thrill of "the taking" of Her submissive was irresistibly seductive – and unresistingly imminent. The dildo wielding Goddess now focused on Her Puppy slave; dipping the rubber cock into the rim of his asshole, as She applied Her body weight against his calves; pushing the encumbered slave's cock down to his lips. As She looked directly into his eyes, the glimmer of his awareness suddenly appeared, and was confirmed when his heavenly harlot leaned Her face down to his; Her lips brushing the under side of his cock, and softly said, "Have you figured out what it is that you want, and what you need, Puppy?" * * * * * The thunder answered for the slave; shaking the skies and the motel room windows with its resounding affirmation. As the rains grew more intense; so did Goddess' lesson... She was torturing the enchained submissive with Her hot, wet mouth; kissing and licking and nipping his rock-hard dick between Her words laced with sexual innuendo to Her riddle. She continued," Your Goddess knows what Her Puppy deserves, but that part has yet to come. You will fulfill your own wants and needs – with My help, and that of My ass reaming friend." Outside, Nature's forces of lightning and thunder were angrily competing with the rains. Inside, Domination forces of Supreme over submissive appeared to be unified. In Goddess We Trust Ch. 03 Appearances are often deceiving... She raised Herself back to Her missionary position of dominance above his spread-eagled ass; directing Her bulging cock to once more assume the position of an oil rig, and began the ultimate erotic task She had set out to accomplish. She drove the rubber phallus into the slave's pink, juicy hole; as She guided Her inflamed slave's cock into his mouth; coaxing him to twirl his tongue around his frothing head. She was assertive; demanding in Her instructions to bring Her Puppy –of-a-slave to the core of his most debauched desires – and Hers. For Goddess knew this was what they both craved; lusted after; desired with debased longing. His precum was dripping heavily from its slit, as his Goddess continued Her pursuit to bring him to a tremulous orgasm. She fucked his hole; just at the outer rim with the dildo; pumping in fevered pitch until he could take the ass taunting no more. He lifted his ass to accept more of Her cock; wanting - still wanting - to totally surrender all of what he had - all of what he was - to his Goddess. His cock bounced off his lips, as the tip of his tongue dove into the stream of milky fluid; now nearly cascading from his purple cockhead. The sensations Her cock was producing made Puppy bounce wildly, as She engulfed the slave's ass completely; wholly. The otherwise meek and subdued slave was now bucking like a wild stallion; as his cock's slit opened as wide as a crater, and relinquished his seed all over his face. Puppy had closed his eyes when he felt the first splash of cum hit his cheek. Now, before opening his eyes again, he felt the warmth of his Goddess' tongue licking up all his cream on his cum-filled face, and invading his mouth with it; allowing Her subservient to share in the feast of his own climactic bliss. And feast it was; so warm and sweet; as the slave expelled enough cream to warrant dining upon. She was thorough in Her oral clean-up; as was Puppy in aiding his Goddess to that end. * * * * * As Puppy came down from his all-new erotic high, he asked if his Goddess would be so kind as to release him from the curled position he had been in for some time, as it was getting quite uncomfortable.OHHH... NOOO... YOU DID IT AGAIN, PUPPY. Without a word spoken, She unlocked the shackles binding his ankles to allow the slave to stretch his legs out, and have feeling return to them once more. However, his hands remained cuffed to the headboard... Before the slave could question why, his thoughts were answered by his alluring Goddess, as She playfully nibbled on his neck, and whispered in his ear... "Now that you have had fulfilled your want of being fucked in your ass with a strap-on, and the need to share your cum with Me, have you forgotten, My pet? You still have one more surprise coming to you tonight - the surprise that you most definitely deserve." She leaned back to straddle his chest, and raised Her fingers to her throat to turn the dog tag over so the inscription was facing the bewildered Puppy Slave. She leaned into him slightly; just enough so that as he raised his head off the pillow, his turquoise blue eyes fixed onto the wording - then darkened dramatically to a steel grey - as his mind recorded the feeling of utter dread... His eyes were now soldered to the name on the dog tag She was wearing: "SPUNK LOVER SLUT"- and the reality of Her intended bearer of that name – and impending wearer of that dog collar - slammed into his being like a jet plane crashing into the side of a mountain. As he lay there helpless in ice-cold astonishment, his avenging Goddess took his collar off, and threw it down onto the pile of clothes that had been stripped off of him hours earlier. She then, with that all-too-familiar wicked little smile forming on Her mouth; the wicked little smile he had learned so well to both love – and fear – proceeded to take the one and only key to the lock, and remove the collar She was wearing from Her neck –to place onto its rightful and deserving owner. He tried in vain to plaster his head down into the pillow, but a vengeful Goddess is a determined Goddess; as She grabbed his chest hairs and threatened to leave every last one of them on the pillow next to him if he resisted. He passively acquiesced; and lifted his head for his new choker. Now, his owner's territory was appropriately marked - and Puppy Slave was fenced in by the Numero Uno of slavish torture- His Goddess. "Tonight's lesson had been altered due to your gross lack of unconditional worship and unlimited honor to your Goddess" She began. "Your mistakes are irrevocable; however, I am a forgiving Goddess… to a point. As a puppy, I realize certain commands need to be repeated over and over to have you fully understand that you must obey - without hesitation and without question- My every wish; My every whim; My every demand. Unfortunately, this was but a very simple command; not even a command, really; it was a small request of your Goddess; yet you failed miserably. You failed to please Me, and for this breach of obedience; this shameful lack of trust in Me; I have decided you deserve this as just punishment." And as the Puppy-of-a-slave lay there watching in complete shock, his Goddess Victorious lifted Herself off of the bed; unstrapped the dildo from Her waist, and slipped into Her street clothes. She occasionally glanced over to see Her slave looking at Her with those now soulful, pitiful Puppy dog eyes. "Puppy is such an appropriate name – for such an impulsive and disobedient little canine pet." She thought to Herself, as She finished gathering up Her teaching toys. However, She had faith that he was trainable - tonight's lesson hopefully having a redeeming impact. Yes, She truly believed he could be trained – sooner or later. * * * * * After Goddess was dressed and ready to take leave of Her obedience class of one, the final thing She did was unlock the handcuffs still restraining the stunned pupil; explaining if he was really remorseful, he would refrain from masturbating as an additional penance for the next three days his owner was off from work. She then bid him goodnight; telling him to have a safe trip home - and then walked out of the room saying nothing more. She closed the motel room door behind Her, and hurried to Her car through the still torrential rain. As She began pulling away, She looked back to see Her very wet; very naked - and very collared Puppy standing at the curb; his arms stretched out in a pleading sort of gesture. She rolled down Her window to acknowledge, and had Her subliminal reply ready to the obvious question Her near drowned slave was about to ask: "Goddess, how do I hide this collar from my wife for the next three days?!?" Her answer was simple; with an emphasis on one solitary word: "I TRUST you will find a way." * * * * * As Goddess drove home in the continuing storm, She replayed the night's events in Her mind; thinking back to the stricken look on Puppy's face; his new collar encircling his neck; the pup standing by the motel room door in the pouring rain; his tail between his legs like a dog that has been effectively disciplined...POOR, POOR PUPPY. "He should be safe for the next three days while I am off, though." She mused. He would have to be clever in his concealment of the imprisoning collar with the embarrassing nametag so it wouldn't be discovered – and neither would he. She nodded Her head in affirmation; confirming this fact with Herself, as She drove through the downpour heading home; still several miles away. As She turned the defroster on to clear the windshield, She also turned on the radio, and caught a song that ironically enough, could have been a dedication to the events that evolved that night. As the look of success and retribution crossed Her face, She began to sing along with the tune – singing the lyrics that now took on a whole new meaning this night... "Bad medicine is what I need Shake it up, just like bad medicine You've got the potion that can cure my disease..."