Worship your Goddess



Their eyes never left each other, locked in a fiery embrace of passion and power.
In her stiletto high heels, she towered over him a little, as she pulled him into a tight hug.
Her lips met his, forcing them open, so her tongue could rape his mouth, at will.
Her hands held him tight against her body, even as she caressed his hair.
Pulling back, she let him worship her with his eyes, enjoying the power she had over him.
Black lace bra covering her perfect breasts, black lace panties framing her perfect ass.
Black silk stockings and garters, sculpting her long toned legs, leading to her moist pussy.
Stiletto heels encasing her celestial feet, painted toes glistening, demanding respect.
She was his love goddess, he was her love slave, opposites in role but united in desire.
He would worship her, his eyes drinking in her beauty, his hands caressing her soft skin.
His lips-mouth-tongue would worship every part of her body, seeking her every essence.
She would use him, teach him, and make him serve her every pleasure, without limits.
Pulling him close, she cradled his face lovingly against her breasts, as she stripped him.
Pushing him down, she held his face tight between her thighs, against her wet panties.
One heel found his hardening cock, the other gently scratched his back.
Pushing him lower, his face at her feet, she stood tall and ordered him to worship.
Soft kisses on her feet, gentle sucking of her toes, licking of her heels.
His worship travelled upwards, covering every inch of her stockinged legs, to naked thighs.
Stockings rolled off with his hands, panties removed with his lips, now in his mouth.
With bra off, she summoned his mouth to her breasts, for prolonged worship.
More worship of her bare feet and legs, her pussy excited with growing anticipation.
Pulling his face into her pussy, strong thighs holding his face, in place.
He would kiss-suck-lick as she ordered, until she had multiple orgasms, squirting strongly.
His reward for service, drinking in her essence, his face glistening with her arousal.
For a break, she would feed him wine, from her mouth and body, into his mouth.
She would attach a dildo to his face and mouth, and go for a long rough ride.
She would reward him again, making him lick her juices off the dildo, and from her pussy.
Again, he would worship her with his mouth-lips-tongue, again and again.
She would use him, till she was completely satisfied, and he had nothing left to give.
His dog collar and her whip-riding crop would help her ensure his compliance.
Her sharp heels and her long nails would paint his body, in symphony with his service.
She would console and caress him, and bathe and nurture him.
Once he was dressed, she would sit on his lap, and tell him of future plans for them.
Kissing him, she would again become aware of her growing arousal.
Standing over his kneeling form, her pussy would demand final worship from his tongue.
With her love juices in his mouth, he would leave happy, but yearning to see her again.


The Dinner Date.

Mistress Volga Russian Tall Blonde Goddess in lingerie, black nylon stockings, high heels

This is a playback of a dinner date between Me and one of My personal slaves.  The activities described are based on My personal dynamic with him and should not necessarily be construed as possibilities with Me in a professional session.  This is written  to describe what happened  and what we felt, to share with you the magic of possibilities between open minds and trusting hearts.

Even with 4,000 miles distance separating them, Her power and control evolved my submission and servitude. For the dinner date, reservations had been made at Her favourite restaurant for Her favourite table, an elegant setting and delicious menu that met Her standards, where She had previously indulged Her dominant and sadistic desires, in public but with discretion, with awareness to a familiar waitress and attentive observers. 

In our very first meeting, i realized that i was kneeling before a true Goddess, who was superior to me in every aspect.  Her power and control over me were authentic and immediate, and commanded my complete submission and passionate worship.  Her comfort and cruelty in using me for Her pleasure gave me purpose and warmed my submissive soul.  In an office meeting room, when She confirmed our dinner date, my mind was in sub-space and my heart was grateful, to serve a Goddess again!

As She walked towards me, every eye in the restaurant was in awe of Her divine beauty and physical perfection, with a mix of envy and desire.  Approaching me from behind, She grabbed my hair and kissed me passionately, showing genuine affection but undeniable dominance.  She told the waitress “he doesn’t need a menu or plates, I will order and he will eat my leftovers”.  She relished the best portions of Her favourite foods and passed the plates to me to enjoy Her leftover scraps. 

i was in Her world, and nothing else around me mattered.  i wanted to do anything She wanted of me, and trusted Her to define the limits in public, and ignore them in private.  With gratitude, i enjoyed Her leftover scraps from Her plate, knowing that She could easily make me eat them off the floor, with Her heel on my head.  Our conversation ranged across multiple topics, from mutual interests and personal warmth, to sexual and sadistic ideas She wanted to explore with me.  All i wanted to do was obey.

For longer, i had sought someone who was powerful and dominant, who would accept my submissive soul and servant heart, who would take pleasure in my devotion and service, who would want to own and evolve me, to validate my purpose and passion, and nourish me as a pet.  As She held me with Her eyes, i knew i had fallen for Her, but i wondered if She saw value in me.  i hoped She did, and started to winder what She would turn me into.  With Her design as my destiny, i was at peace.

At home, She wanted to test the utility of my mouth.  She made me lick Her heels and soles, spat in my mouth, made  me eat dessert off the floor, swallow chewed up and stepped on food bits, lick Her panties clean, and She pissed in my mouth.   After this second round of drinks and dinner, She was confident that my mouth would serve as a receptacle for absolutely anything that She desired.

Her sadistic desires were growing.  She wanted to see how much i would suffer while providing Her sexual pleasure.  She was standing naked over my face and  ordered me to worship Her, as She started to whip me.  The intensity of the whipping was in symphony with my growing arousal, She scratched my back deeply with Her sharp heels, painting Her V symbol.  She muffled my cries and tears between Her thighs, as She came copiously on my face. She had drowned my face and mouth in Her cum.  She needed to relax and ordered me to rub lotion, massage, kiss, lick and suck every inch of Her divine body.  She made me lie between Her legs with my face buried in Her pussy as She soothed the pain in my back with Her smooth silky legs. 

She told me what i had done well and how She wanted me to improve.  She told me what She would turn me into – domestic servant, maid, sissy, slut, cuckold, dog, pet – the possibilities were endless and She would explore them all.  She would use me in public and private, alone and with others, increasing Her power and control, and driving me deeper into submission and slavery, ultimately branding me as Hers.

She was so excited talking about the future She saw with me.  Climbing on top, She raped my face harder and longer than She had before, my  tongue buried in Her pussy and ass, licking deep and tirelessly, swallowing all Her  juices.  With Her cum glazing my face and filling my mouth, and with leather collar still on my neck, we went out for a coffee, oblivious to attention of onlookers. Lost in the magic we had experienced, and the world were creating!