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Serving a Goddess Ch. 01

NOTE: the background of this story, the past, is true. The rest of the story itself is truly what I desire.

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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.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.

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Feb 14, 2018 in bdsm

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