“Yes, Goddess!” I quaver, my trapped c**k throbbing and my face absolutely flaming, especially at the part about sucking her c**k. This is the first she’s ever suggested such a thing, though I should have realized it was inevitable. Goddess grins at my mixed consternation and excitement and begins dressing me. Again she pulls out all the stops: stockings, garters, girdle, split-crotch g-string, bra, flouncy little baby-doll and a satin ribbon about my throat. Contrary to my expectations then she doesn’t put me in bondage but simply directs me to her king-size bed.
Pillows are plumped and piled against the headboard and everything is laid out waiting: restraints, implements of punishment, baby oil, towel and her lifelike if oversized vibrating dildo. Goddess positions me lounging against t
