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Goddess: First Contact
By OblongMilk
Part 1: The Anticipation:
I sat in a very hot bath, soothing my prickly nerves. Relax the body, relax the mind, and it is easier to take heavy torture. The warm water worked its magic while images of Her danced through my head. A rigorous scrubbing, cleaning, and preening session followed in an attempt to get this body in shape for an audience with a Goddess. The pictures of Her staring at me from printed photos scattered on my bed caught my eye over and over, fueling the geyser of pressure within my libido. It was time to go.
I stepped from the hotel, pacing directly towards a waiting taxi. Sounds pinged and roared in my ears; smells intoxicated my nose; colors flashed that rare brilliance you don't usually see; my senses were alive with anticipation. I was alive. I entered the taxi and quickly gave the driver the address in a voice much too loud than was needed. The taxi sped through the vigorous streets. My belly was like a ball of iron, drawn to Her all powerful magnet. I paid hastily and left the cab. Looking up at the building of my destination I examined myself. I was nervous, but not too nervous, my mind and my body was ready to serve. I buzzed the intercom and replied with my name to the soft soothing voice on the other side. I stepped inside, found the stairs, and ascended.
A soft but serious face greeted me at the door. The receptionist offered me some form of refreshment, but I declined, thanking her graciously. She led me to a small darkened room with a large soft chair and small hard wooden one. “The Mistress will be with you shortly.”
“Thank you Maam.” I replied with an artificial boldness riddled with nervousness. I examined the two chairs and knew which one was for me. After placing the ornately colored envelope containing Her tribute on the arm of the large cushioned chair, I sat down on the small hard wooden one and waited. I passed the time feeling the thumping of my heart while making unsuccessful attempts to calm it. The door swept open with a slight click of the latch and I immediately sprung onto my feet. My world condensed itself into a moment, this moment.
“Finally you have come.” The room was darkened but my eyes were ablaze with beauty and my ears rung with the velvety command of Her voice. Her bright platinum blonde hair cascaded off her black latex clad shoulder. Tall spike heels on the bottom of Her thigh high latex boots clicked across the floor towards me. The skin tight black latex dress reflected every piece of light within the dimly lit room. As She came closer I braced myself as her facial features were so pure and smooth that they hit me like a sweep of angelic wings.
“I am so very happy to finally meet you Mistress.” I had finally won the battle with speechlessness and attempted a reply. She came close, using her green eyes to bore deeply into my soul. She held me with her eyes for but a moment, and then a slight grin spread over her curved ruby lips. She sat down in the large cushioned chair without another word. After She sat Herself down, I quickly followed.
“I did NOT tell you to sit down.” Many times in life I have had need for quick reactions; a slip on a wet floor, the swing of a baseball bat, and the dodge of a punch. My reactions did not fail me on this moment as I immediately sprung back onto my feet. I felt the awful shame that I had done something incorrect in Her presence. She made herself comfortable in her seat. “Sit.” She said in a quiet off hand manner. I sat down quickly. She sat looking at me, studying me. I sat very patiently. Elation filled me. I was finally in Her presence. “Now. We have spoken many times before. I know what I am going to do to you. I know what you are going to do. Do you have anything to add? Anything you haven't told me yet? Anything to say in your own defense?” A slight smirk rose on her face after her last question.
“No Mistress.” I said strongly, condemning myself to my own doom. A doom I was accepting with the glee of a pig rolling in his own excrement. She rose to her feet slowly, elegantly, gracefully. I stood with Her as a school boy does for his professor. She crooked her finger at me.
“Come.” She walked towards a second door. My mind was mesmerized with the clicking of Her heels, the swing of Her hips. Hypnotized like a golden medallion in front of a hapless fool. I followed Her through the door into a beautifully equipped dungeon. Steel implements glinted with candle light. Polished leather rested and hung beside lengths of rope. Long thin switches, canes, crops, and whips hung neatly in rows along one wall. I saw none of this. I had eyes for only one thing. I had eyes only for the Goddess leading me into her lair of pain. The door quietly clicked behind me as after it fell shut. Not a moment after the door closed tight; She spun around in a blur, using her right hand to grab me roughly by the chin, pressing her fingers into my cheeks. She pressed close to my face with her deep, commanding eyes. I stared back into oblivion.
“You are now mine!” A thick gob of ambrosia accompanied by a fine splatter then followed onto my face. Truth. Truth from the mouth of a Goddess.
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