1 comments/ 33887 views/ 5 favorites Serving a Goddess Ch. 01 By: slutslave201 NOTE: the background of this story, the past, is true. The rest of the story itself is truly what I desire. ***** My cousin came to this country when he was 18 years old. I was 11. John, my cousin, was a nice guy, cool in his own way, and he turned out to be an American success story. But in ways subtle, and some not so subtle, he was never fully "Americanized", he still retained an aura of a foreigner, an outsider. That's why I was so surprised when he announced his engagement to Candy. She was beautiful and in many ways an all American woman. And in spite of the name, she was no bimbo, she was smart and as I was soon to learn, very assertive and unafraid to state her opinions. At first, I just thought she was a good looking woman, certainly unusual for my family, but she didn't immediately become an object of my obsessive desires. But then that all changed when my cousin Chris was born. Yes, my obsession began when I witnessed Candy breast feeding Chris. Hers was the first naked breast I saw and from that moment on I was enthralled. Now I began to notice that she wasn't just another beautiful face. She had magnificent breasts, an amazing smile, the most beautiful feet you've ever seen, great legs, and an ass to die for. All that coupled with an attitude that can only be described as naturally dominant. Believe me, long before I understood the concept of female domination, my dreams all focused on serving as Goddess Candy's slave. Candy's about 8 years older than me but that age difference never prevented us from having a good time when we were together. Still, there was never anything inappropriate between us. I just worshipped her from afar. I'm sure she realized I was smitten but nothing ever happened. Fast forward some time later, when Candy was 50 years old. She was in the hospital with a severely broken leg. My mom, who was visiting, asked if I'd take her to visit Candy in the hospital and naturally I jumped at the chance. After all, I loved spending any time at all in Candy's presence but I never imagined in my wildest dreams what would happen that day. When we arrived Candy was sitting in bed wearing just a Johnny. She needed to go to the bathroom and asked me to put her slippers on her feet. I nearly jumped at the chance and in no time flat I was on my knees before my Goddess. No, I didn't sniff her feet or kiss her toes but in the process of slipping on her slippers I couldn't help but notice her beautiful pedicure or how heavenly soft the soles of her feet were. That was more than enough to send me into heavenly rapture and fuel decades worth of submissive fantasies! But there was more to come. Mom and I helped her stand and as she did I couldn't help but notice her wondrously beautiful naked ass. Looking was all I could do but boy was it wonderful. Long story short, she recovered, I moved to Florida, and thoughts of serving as her slave were always foremost in my mind. These thoughts so dominated me that I even wrote her an anonymous email pledging my unending love and devotion to her. Sadly, she never responded. Did she know it was me? Was she not interested? Fast forward to last year. My cousin died in an automobile accident. Naturally I came back for the funeral. Hell, I couldn't pass up the chance to see Candy in black pantyhose. :-) What I didn't know, but kind of suspected, theirs had not been an especially close marriage. Still, neither of them were unfaithful to each other. "That's why I never responded to your email Greg. Yes, I knew it was you. Is that really how you feel about me?" I was flabbergasted. Fantasy becoming reality? I responded in the only way I knew. I knelt before her and said: "I would gladly worship you as the Goddess you truly are. Consider me your slave and use me as you will." "Well here's my first order . . . get up off your knees and sit next to me. Now, I can't do anything for a few months. John and I weren't still madly in love but he was my husband, and your cousin, so I need to honor him and respectfully mourn him. Understood?" "Yes, Candy." "Go back to Florida and wait for me to contact you. But in the meantime, reflect on this. I'm 60 years old and I'm still beautiful. From now on I'll never again be a one man woman. If you wish to serve me, understand that you'll never fuck me. I certainly will fuck you but your cock will never enter me. And by the time you next kneel before you will have had your last orgasm. I intend to keep you locked in chastity and forever deny you any pleasure. I might consent to marry you but I will spend as much time as I like with other men. If you're a good slave, I might allow you to join us." My Goddess then put her finger on my lips to silence me. She leaned in close, I suspected to give me a kiss and send me on my way. Instead, she spit on my forehead and then dismissed me. Serving a Goddess Ch. 02 As soon as my plane touched down in Ft. Lauderdale I switched on my phone and checked my email. Just as I thought: nothing from my new Goddess. Not a problem as even though my feet were on the ground my head was still in the clouds. I still couldn't believe how lucky I was. Even if it were only for a few moments, I had gotten to kneel before Goddess Candy. Better still, she told me there was a chance my greatest fantasies might become reality. As the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, I fell into a comfortable routine. Each morning as I laid in bed, I'd check for any missives from my Goddess. There being none, I went about my life as I would've had I never knelt before Candy. In my heart, I knew She'd contact me when the time was right. My best bet was to follow Her one command: wait until She contacted me. Yet I realized that even if I never heard from Her She had already made me the luckiest man in the world. Just being allowed to kneel before Her and confess my deepest desires was more than I could have ever hoped for. There was one other thing I did: I masturbated . . . constantly. I couldn't get Her image out of my brain. Submissive fantasies filled my thoughts at all times, at every moment of every day. I imagined what I'd do for Her, imagined what She'd command me to do, imagine how willingly and gladly I'd perform degrading and humiliating things just to please Her. In my dreams I saw myself serving as Her toilet, being pimped out for my cock sucking skills. I'd imagine having my anal virginity auctioned off to longest, thickest, black cock. And I thought so much about the pain She'd inflict that I began to long for, to crave the sting of Her whip or the horrendous caning I so richly deserved. I did feel a little guilty about jerking off so often but I figured if Goddess ever did summon me, my days of masturbation and orgasm would be over forever. And, not that She'd need an excuse to do so, but my jerk off-a-thon would certainly justify a serious and brutally painful punishment. And then it happened. Five months after She had graced my forehead with Her precious saliva I received an email from Goddess Candy. It read as follows: "You claim that your deepest desire is to serve as my slave. I will give you one chance and one chance only. However, know this: while I can forgive failure (though you will be severely beaten for each failure) but I cannot nor will not forgive or condone any disobedience from you. Neither will I forgive any delay complying with My orders. "If you wish to back out, if this was just some fantasy, we can just forget that you knelt before Me. Or that I spat on you. "But if we pursue this any further, it will be very real and there will be no backing out. Please know that I will hurt you, humiliate you, and degrade you. Of course, we both know that you will revel in that, it is what you crave. And of course, there will be rewards, but these must be earned. "As I'm sure you remember from our last encounter, I promised that once under My control, you'd never again experience another orgasm. So be prepared to be locked in chastity soon after we meet. "By the way, whether you have or not, I'm going to assume you've been frequently jerking off so before you're locked into you chastity device, your cock and balls will be severely beaten and disciplined. "To proceed further, all that I require from you is a one word email. If you wish to back out, just send me an email with word NO and we'll forget this ever happened. When we see each other at the holidays it'll be as if I'm still married and off limits to you (which I will be). "Or you could be true to yourself and be a man of your word. Send me an email with word YES and await further instructions. "Choose wisely, the decision is final, there's no turning back. Either you'll live the rest of your life regretting what might've been, or you'll be living in a pain filled submissive nirvana. The choice, perhaps the last one I'll allow you, is yours." ----------------- Choice? There was no choice. I emailed my YES to Her right away. And then I waited. And waited. The wait seemed interminable but 24 sleepless hours later I received Her reply. It was an email that would forever change my life. ----------------- Her reply read: Dear Slutslave, You are to purchase the following items and have them shipped to my address. If I am in receipt of these items within two weeks you'll receive further instructions. Do not disappoint me. Items to purchase: The Wickedly Traditional Cane Set The Nut Crusher Electrosex Deluxe Cattle Prod CB-6000 ----------------- Naturally, I ordered the items immediately and had them express shipped to Goddess Candy. One week later I received another email from the Goddess. It read: Well done Slutslave. For your next task, make flight reservations for Friday May 23rd. I expect your plane to land in Rhode Island no later than 4:00 p.m. Email me your flight itinerary asap. ----------------- I made my reservations and emailed the itinerary to Goddess. I was due to land at 3:15. I received a reply from Goddess Candy in 10 minutes. It read: You've done well. Now for your next command. You may are not to jerk off until you receive a package that I am dropping off in the mail. Inside that package are your final instructions. Obey them! Lastly, you may not communicate any further with me. I will next speak with you when I meet you at the airport. ----------------- I didn't have to wait long for the package to arrive. Goddess Candy graciously sent it via overnight express mail. At 11:15 I was opening the package She sent me. Inside were two envelopes. One was marked DO NOT OPEN. The other was marked OPEN NOW. Inside I found a note as a ziplock that was filled with brown tissue paper. I read the note. "You have pleased me thus far Slutslave. This will not save you from the pain, humiliation, and degradation you so richly deserve but it should warm your heart to know that you have brought a smile to my lips. "Inside the ziplock bag you will find a pair of my well worn pantyhose. These were worn for 6 days without panties so they should be overflowing with the scent of my glorious pussy and magnificent ass as well the odor of my piss and shit. Treasure this gift. "Tonight, you will go to bed at 8:00. For one hour you may reflect upon what it will be like to serve me. I will even allow you to masturbate but not to orgasm. At 9:00 open the ziplock bag, retrieve the pantyhose, and wear them over your head. The crotch should placed over your nose and mouth. Absorb my scent for 15 minutes. Then you may continue to masturbate until you orgasm . . . for the last time. Do not clean yourself up but put the pantyhose back into the ziplock bag. "You are to wear the pantyhose over your head each night until you leave to come see me. However, you are NOT to masturbate. I want those balls filled with cum when I attack them. "On the day of your flight, place the second envelope (unopened) in your carry on luggage. Don't worry, it won't set off any alarms at the airport. Thirty minutes before you land, take the envelope with you into the bathroom and carry out the instructions contained within." ----------------- Being the good prospective slave that I was, I dutifully followed Goddess Candy's instructions. I went to bed at 8:00 and for the next 60 minutes I contemplated the many and varied ways I might be of service to my Goddess. I imagined what She would look like wielding the canes I purchased for Her. I tried to imagine how painful it would be to have Her balls encased in the nut crusher or what it would feel like to have Her balls jolted by the cattle prod. Most of all I imagined just how wonderful it would feel to finally, and completely, belong to the woman of my dreams. At precisely 9:00 I held the ziplock back under my nose anticipating the wondrous scent that would soon waft up from within the bag and engulf me completely. With great anticipation I unzipped the bag and inhaled the heavenly scent of my Goddess. Then I pulled out the most beautiful black pantyhose known to man. Before it enveloped my head I glimpsed the crotch panel and saw the most beautiful marks and stains. Then I closed my eyes and pulled the hose over my head. I wanted to concentrate all my focus on this most amazing scent. Believe me, no bouquet of roses ever smelled sweeter. Just imagine, my face was now where my Goddess' pussy and asshole once were. This was the greatest feeling in the world. After a few minutes I began to slowly stroke Her cock. Since this would be last orgasm, I wanted it to last as long as possible. But when I opened my mouth and my tongue ventured forth, I almost lost it right away. As wondrous as Her pantyhose smelled, they tasted even better. Try as I might, I knew that I would not be able to keep my orgasm at bay for much longer so I just surrendered to the moment and had a most explosive climax. If that was the last orgasm, it would be a fantastic one to remember. And to think, I still had two more weeks to savor this amazing fragrance. That was well worth the sacrifice of any further orgasms. Each night I followed Goddess Candy's instructions. It seemed like May 23rd would never arrive but as long as I had Her pantyhose, I was well satisfied. Still, I couldn't wait to serve my Goddess and finally the day of my departure arrived. I packed one suitcase, one garment bag, and one piece of carry on luggage. Once I got to the gate I retrieved the second envelope Goddess sent me. I wanted to keep it with me so that there would be no delay in carrying out Her orders. The flight went well, if uneventful. I was even able to sleep for a little while. Luckily, I had asked the stewardess to alert me 30 minutes before the plane landed. At that precise moment I grabbed my envelope and headed towards the bathroom. Locking the door behind me, I opened the envelope with trembling hands. Inside I found another ziplock bag, a note, and a tube of whorishly red lipstick. I unfolded the note and read: "If you are reading this my slut, you will soon begin the greatest adventure of your life. I will meet you at the foot of the escalator in front of the luggage carousel. But when you come down the escalator I want to see your cheeks puffed out with the panties you'll find inside the ziplock bag. These panties are very special. Not only were they worn by me but I soaked them in a bowl of my golden nectar for two hours before I sealed them in the bag for you. I want you to put them in your mouth and savor my flavor! "Once they've been deposited in your mouth, I want you to apply a nice thick layer of lipstick. Make sure it is thick and properly applied. If it isn't, I'll make you reapply it while we wait for your luggage. "You need to do this quickly as you'll need to return to your seat, fasten your seatbelt, and return your folding tray to its upright position before the plane lands. "I hope you comply with these orders, I don't want you to disappoint me. Like you, I am eagerly anticipating these first steps of what promises to be an amazing journey." What can I say? I did all that She requested. As I returned to my seat the stewardess and the passenger in the next seat looked at me rather strangely. Was it my lipstick or did they not appreciate the aroma of Eau du Candy? Frankly, I couldn't care less. As soon as the cabin doors opened I grabbed my bag and ran to the escalator that would take me to my Goddess. ----------------- When I descended down the escalator, I experienced a moment of shock -- I didn't see my Goddess! Before I could go into full scale panic mode I sucked extra hard on the panties in my mouth and was soon rewarded a few droplets of Her heavenly nectar. As the pissed flowed down my throat I felt a sense of calmness come over me and when next I looked up I was rewarded with the most amazing visage -- as promised, my Goddess was waiting at the bottom of the escalator! She has always been a vision of beauty but never more so than today. Candy is the most beautiful woman I've ever known and today She stood before me with Her shoulder length brown hair, Her eyes had just a hint of eye shadow and mascara, the color of Her lips, a muted red, matched the color of Her fingernails and toenails. She wore a white silk button down blouse which was open enough to display Her beautiful cleavage and the black lace bra which sought to contain Her lovely breasts. Her ensemble was completed with a black leather skirt, with a hem an inch above the knee and a conservative slit on the sides. Under this She wore sheer black stockings or pantyhose and on Her amazing feet She wore black leather, peep toe shoes with a four inch heel. She was magnificent. She grabbed my cheeks in Hands and leaned in close, as if to kiss me. Instead she discretely spit on me. "I'd kiss you but you smell like stale piss!" As my mouth was otherwise engaged I could only silently attempt to smile back at Her. I hope that my eyes conveyed the joy and adoration I felt just being in Her presence. "I am so looking forward to start your training. Before the evening is done you'll know what true pain is and what it feels like to have My penis locked up. If you perform to my exacting specifications, tomorrow you'll know what it means to be a whore. If you succeed at that, then before the weekend's over you'll experience what it is like to worship your Goddess. "But first we need to get your luggage, change your shirt, then leave this airport and find a suitable spot to begin your toilet training." With that said, she grabbed my hand and led me to the baggage claim. Once my bags were retrieved we headed towards the parking lot. But just before we exited the terminal, Goddess spotted a restroom. "Before we leave, I got you a little gift to welcome you into My domain." She handed me a plastic bag and said: "Go into one of the stalls and put these items on; they'll complete your ensemble. In the bag you'll find a thin white cotton t-shirt and . . . a black bra, just like the one I'm wearing. A slut who is wearing lipstick and sucking the life out of my panties should have no problem wearing a bra." My God, she knew me so well already. "Now hurry up, if you take too long I'll be forced to relieve myself in the lady's room. Neither of us want that, now do we?" I simply shook my head in agreement. "Go now, and when you come out I want you to proudly strut your stuff. Anyone who sees you should instantly recognize that you are proud to be Goddess Candy's slut." Serving a Goddess Ch. 03a Just as my Goddess predicted, I strutted out of that bathroom as proud as a peacock. Sure, I looked ridiculous wearing a black lace bra that was clearly visible under the threadbare white cotton t-shirt. Sure my face looked like a cross between a clown and a hooker with my whorishly painted red lips. And yes, I smelled like stale piss. You would too if you were sucking on a pair of piss soaked panties. But one look at my Goddess, the woman who owned me, just filled my heart with pride & joy. Goddess Candy's eyes sparkled and Her lips were a cross between a smile and a smirk as She pivoted on Her beautiful heels and led the way to Her car parked in the airport garage. I followed close behind with my luggage in tow. When we got to Her car, I piled my bags into the back and then went to open the driver's door for Goddess. After doing so, She ordered me to lie face down on the ground. "You don't mind serving as my doormat do you Greg? I'm sure you'd be honored to have Me wipe My shoes on your back." Before I could answer, as if I could with my panty stuffed mouth, I felt Her mount my mount my back, grind Her heels and then slip into the driver's seat. Once She closed Her door, I got up and sat in the front passenger seat. Candy turned to smile at me, spit in my face, and then said: "I'm so glad you're here. It is going to be so much fun training you to be the perfect slave as well as the husband I so richly deserve." And with that, She started the engine and off we went. About 2 miles into our journey, She asked me: "Did you remember to bring the papers I mentioned?" Being gagged with piss soaked panties, I wasn't able to speak but I nodded my head affirmatively. "Good boy. We've got an appointment with my lawyer on Monday morning. If all goes well, we'll have something special to celebrate afterwards." I did the best I could to smile. The papers She was referring to were my banking statements, financial documents, property deeds and titles, insurance, etc. All these were to be signed over to Goddess prior to our betrothal. I had done fairly well with my investments, salary, property. So much so, when I won the lottery (not a huge jackpot, approximately 5 million after taxes) I was able to save or invest nearly all of it. I did make an exception for one truly decadent item: a vintage Lamborghini Countach. "You did a great job purchasing the items on the list I gave you but I forgot to put a couple of items on that list? Can you guess what they were?" Naturally, given the state I was in, I could do nothing but blankly stare at Her. "I'm sorry, of course you can't reply. You'd rather suck on my panties! Don't go worrying your pretty little head my dear slut. No, I forgot to include dildos and butt plugs on your list. But fear not, I know just where we can purchase some lovely toys for that cute little pussy." I too knew where we could make such a purchase. It was a place I often visited when I lived in Rhode Island. In the past I had purchased a butt plug or two as well as several BDSM mags and newspapers such as Dominant Mystique. But more often than not I went there without purchasing a single item. Instead of shopping in the main area of the store, I was a frequent visitor to the basement which was home to a warren of video booths. When I visited the video booths, I did so with the intention of sucking cock. You know, anonymous and in the dark, I longed to have a stranger stick his cock in my mouth and cum all over my face. Many years ago, these booths had holes in the wall. All you had to do was kneel on the floor in front of the hole and soon enough a cock would poke through. But it had been years since those holes had been covered up. Now, or at least the last time I visited them, you had to let someone into the booth with you. Even though I went into the booth with every intention of sucking cock and getting a facial, invariably I found some lame excuse to chicken out and I'd simply lock the door and watch a video. Why? I'm not gay. As George and Jerry would say: "not there's anything wrong with that" but I just wasn't attracted to men. Yet there's nothing more symbolicly submissive for a straight male than sucking cock. Especially when ordered to do so by your Domina. I had been lucky enough to experience this several times in my life. I hoped to get that same glorious feeling sucking cock on my own but was never able to cross that threshold. As we were headed north on route 95, in the direction of this adult book store, I wondered if Goddess Candy knew of this place, if She knew of the warren of video booths in the basement. I would soon have the answers to all these questions and more as we exited route 95 onto Allens Avenue. Sure enough, that's where we were headed. Goddess drove into the lot and parked Her car right by the main entrance. After shutting off the engine, Candy reached into Her purse, pulled out a fresh ziplock bag and turned to face me. "We're both going into the store but for different reasons. I'm going to be shopping for dildos and butt plugs. You're going to suck cock. As you know, this place has a huge selection and I'm going to need time to select the right items. While I'm doing that, I don't need you clinging to me, drooling over all those phallic items of delight. I'll need time and privacy to make the right choice. And while I'm doing that, you'll go below and suck some cock. You'll not join me until your face is covered in cum. Understood?" Still gagged, I nodded my head yes. Handing me the ziplock bag, Goddess said: "Put your panties in the bag and then put it your pocket. I want a piece of me to be with you as you suck cock for your Goddess. And freshen up your lipstick." Finally able to speak, I spoke the only words that popped into my head. "Thank you Goddess for granting me this opportunity to serve you. I won't fail you." With that, we both got out the car and walked into the store. Once inside, She turned to the right and headed to the wall of dildos and butt plugs whilst I turned to the left and down the stairs to complete my cock sucking mission. At the bottom of the stairs was a world of darkness, the only illumination emanating from the panel displaying the video choices available in each booth. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed I wasn't alone. Had this been evening, there would have been plenty of guys down here. But at 4:30, even on a Friday afternoon, there will slim pickings. Still, I had a job to do so I made eye contact, as best as eye could do in a pitch black room, with the only other man in the room. As I opened my mouth to speak he said: "I see you're wearing a bra. Only cocksuckers wear bras. Do you want to suck my cock faggot?" "Yes Sir." Opening the door to the booth next to him, he said, "step into my office faggot." I stepped into the booth and my partner in crime follow close behind, closing and locking the door behind me. "Put $10 into the video slot my cocksucker and then get down on your knees." As I complied with his order I heard the sound of belt being unbuckled, a pant button being unbuttoned, a zipper being unzipped, and a pair of pants falling to the ground as my Master of the moment sat down on the bench. When I knelt between his legs I was faced with a beautiful, mammoth cock and a gargantuan set of cum filled balls. "Get to work cock sucker!" And so I did. With my left hand I cradled his balls as I leaned in and began to lick the entire length of this gigantic cock. Amazingly enough, the more I licked, the harder and longer his cock grew. I knew, I just knew, I had to have that cock in my mouth and down my throat. But I also knew I just had to have those balls in my mouth, if only for a moment or two. So I moved to take one ball in my mouth. I wanted to get both of them in there but that just wasn't happening. After sucking the first one for two minutes (while stroking his cock) I let it slip from my mouth before capturing the other ball in mouth. After another minute or more, I released his balls but before sticking his cock in my mouth I looked up at him and said: "Sir, I beg you, please cum on my face." "No problem sweetheart. Now start sucking. I haven't got all day and neither do you." He was right. I got to work. First I started sucking on the head and then I stuck my tongue underneath his cock. Now I began a process of licking and advancing. Lick a little, suck a little, and move my mouth further and further down that cock. I wanted my nose in his crotch and his cock down my throat. When I had gotten to the halfway point the tip of his cock was tickling my throat. "Almost there faggot. Now stop pussyfooting around and get sucking. I want to fuck your face." And with that he started forcing my head down the length of his cock, his hands insuring that there was no retreat. I drove his cock down my throat and began to feel it pulse. Breathing through my nose, there was no way this cock was going to leave my mouth. That and the fact that Master was using his hands to guide my head up and down his cock. When my nose was buried in his pubes I knew that I succeeded in sucking the entire length of his cock into me. Between the pulse of the cock in my throat and the heat of the gigantic balls I was holding in my hands I knew it wouldn't be long before he erupted. For so many years I've wanted a cock to unload on my face. I had been lucky enough to have that happen a few times. Certainly my new Goddess wanted to see my face coated with man juice, real man juice. But a part of me didn't want to let go, I didn't want to lose that feeling of fullness in my mouth and throat. Still, I couldn't disobey my Goddess. Besides, something told me this wouldn't be the last cock I'd suck for Candy. I'm sure there would be plenty of opportunity drink cum and earn the title of cum guzzler. And so, with the slightest tinge of sadness, I withdrew that magnificent cock from my throat and instead began stroking it, jerking it off, waiting for those gargantuan balls to release their load onto my face. I kept jerking and jerking, shifting my eyes' focus from the head of this wondrous cock to the face of my Master and then back again. Then it happened. This firehose of a cock began to spray my face. In actuality, I felt and heard his load before I saw it. His cum was so hot it almost burnt my face. It was so thick and heavy I actually heard it go "splat" when it my face. One thing you need to know about gigantic balls . . . they hold an enormous load of cum. It took at least 10 strokes to drain his balls and when they were dead empty there wasn't a a single speck of my face that wasn't covered in cum. It was truly an amazing experience. "OK faggot, I'm sure Candy has had enough time to pick out something nice for you. Get going!" Hmm . . . Goddess knew this man, my Master of the moment. What else did She have in store for me. I ascended the stairs and mentally prepared myself for what lay ahead. As I got to the top of the stairs I couldn't help noticing the cashier was a young woman with short blond hair, bubble gum color lip gloss . . . She looked like the picture of innocence. I wasn't attracted to Her but I certainly didn't want Her to see me and my cum coated face. Fortunately, I looked towards the wall of dildos and spotted my Goddess. I walked towards Her as She would have wanted: with my head held high. "I spy with my two eyes a dirty little slut with a cum covered face. Is that my whore, is that you?" "Yes Goddess." "Did you enjoy Bobby's cock?" "Yes Goddess, I did." "By the look of the load on your face I assume Bobby had quite a bit of cum for you. His wife has been out of town for the past few days so I asked him to refrain from cumming, hoping he'd save it for you. I hear he's got quite the cock." "Yes Goddess, it was huge and it was beautiful. And those balls." "So now you know the difference between a penis, which is what you have, and a cock, which a real man like Bobby has." "Yes Goddess" "Now look what I picked out. This is a starter butt plug kit. Five plugs that range from pinky finger size all the way up to tear your ass apart size. Plus, they vibrate and we can hook it up to an electric box. And look at these three dildos: pin prick, normal (8 inches), and the satisfier (which had to be a foot long and very thick). You like?" What else could I say but "Yes Goddess." "Well since you like them so much, take them to the cashier and pay for them. And while you're there, ask Her for batteries and anal lube. Don't take too long, I'll be waiting for you in the car." God, this was humiliating. This was like walking up to Cindy Brady and asking Her for anal lube. My cheeks were burning and were so red, I was sure the cum was going to start boiling off my face. Cindy, really . . . that was Her name. Cindy's facial expression started with a look of disgust, then She smirked, and then She couldn't stop laughing. She even said I must be a real slut. I didn't care what She said, I just wanted to get out of there as fast as I could. I just wanted to be with my Goddess. As soon as I got into the car Goddess began laughing. She couldn't stop laughing for a few minutes but when She did, She the most beautiful smile on Her face. "I'm so proud of you I could kiss you. Except of course for all that cum on your face." And with that, She order me to retrieve the ziplock bag with Her piss soaked panties. "Now wipe that cum off your face with the panties and then stuff them back in your mouth. And fix your lipstick." Naturally, I did as She asked. Picking up Her phone, She called a Chinese restaurant. "I'd like to order a pu pu platter for three and a large wonton soup. I'll be there in 15 minutes." Turning to me, She said "Just a little dinner. After all, we can't go to Melanie's empty handed. By the way, you are to refer to Her as Empress Melanie." At this point I should explain. Melanie is, and always has been, Candy's best friend, Her BFF. They're about the same age and, in Her own way, She's just as beautiful as Candy. Melanie, Empress Melanie, is a little taller (5' 9"), a little leaner (125 pounds), has a beautiful face, superb legs, great breasts but neither Her feet nor Her ass were as fantastic as Goddess Candy's. But She's just as dominant, just as authoritative. I remember seeing Her chew out an incompetent contractor. She really let him have it but the amazing thing was, the angrier She got, the more beautiful She became. The anger seemed to fuel Her beauty. When we got to the Chinese restaurant, Goddess found a parking space right by the entrance, right under the lights. Candy took my tube of lipstick and painted a line under each of my eyes. If the lipstick were black I might have looked like a football player. Instead, it was whore red and I was wearing a black bra under a white t-shirt so I'm sure I looked like a cock sucking slut. Thankfully, Goddess came out before anyone else did, so at least for now, no one saw how foolish I looked. "OK, on to Melanie's." When we got to Her house, Goddess parked next to Melanie's car in the garage. As we opened our doors, the garage light came on and the garage door closed. Leaving my luggage in the car, I grabbed the food and followed Goddess into Melanie's kitchen. As soon as the door closed behind me, I heard shrieks of laughter. First it was just Melanie but soon enough Candy joined in. "I always knew he wasn't a man Candy." "I know, I know. Wait until this weekend is over. He has no idea what we have in store for him Melanie!" "Slave, set the table. Everything you need is on the counter. The bowl is for you." The table was soon set and the food was on the table. And then I noticed a pan on the stove and a strainer on the counter. I didn't have to wonder very long what they were for. Candy instructed me: "Strain out the soup into the pan on the stove and then bring the empty soup container to me." Having complied with Her command, I knelt before my Goddess with the plastic soup container in my hands. "Well you've tasted my piss via my pantyhose and via my panties. You're one step closer to drinking it straight from the source. But first, you have to have your dinner. And I've needed to piss for the last three hours. Now hold that container steady." Then Goddess raised Her skirt and pulled down Her pantyhose. I moved the plastic container closer to Her beautiful pussy and watched in rapturous awe as Goddess's heavenly nectar began to fill the container. My eyes marveled at the precious amber liquid. My nose inhaled the incredible aroma. My hands felt the heat, power, and passion of the piss filled container. "Ahhh . . . I feel so much better. But look, I've only filled it to the half way point. That's not nearly enough for a toilet whore like you. Empress Melanie, do you have any piss you could give to our whore?" "Of course Goddess. Come here whore." Suddenly I found myself kneeling before Empress. She was wearing black high heeled boots, a "little black dress," black stockings and no panties. As I looked up at Her beautiful face, She smiled before She heartily spit on my face. Lifting up Her dress, Empress said "hold it steady whore" and then released a torrent of piss into the container. It was filling up so quickly that I thought it would soon overflow but Empress finished just in time. "OK slut, add the wonton and pork you strained out to our piss. That'll be your dinner. Empress and I will dine on the pu pu platter. You can eat whatever we don't finish. I urge you to eat heartily . . . you're going to need your sustenance to survive what we've got in store for you." She then handed me the ziplock bag and I removed Her panties from my mouth and put them into the bag before we all sat at the dinner table.