A little story I wrote for my Goddess I hope you appreciate it

A Halloween Night in Weelsby Woods

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a soft glow over the dense canopy of Weelsby Woods. The air was crisp, tinged with the earthy scent of fallen leaves and the distant rustle of the wind. Mark’s pulse quickened as he made his way deeper into the woods, every step bringing him closer to the one he referred to as his beautiful Goddess, Eliza.

The legend of the witches that haunted Weelsby Woods was enough to keep most people away at night, but not Mark. He was drawn here not by fear, but by devotion- to serve, to please, and to submit. And there bathed in the moonlight at the clearing, stood Eliza.

She was breath taking. Her long, black hair, streaked with vibrant pink, cascaded over her shoulders, contrasting with her piercing blue eyes. The moonlight only seemed to intensify the striking beauty of her gaze. She wore a short, black dress that hugged her figure, the hem just above her tattooed legs. The designs on her skin were intricate, telling stories of power and mystery.

As Mark approached, Eliza’s lips curled into a sly smile, but there was a hint of impatience on her face. She didn’t move as he came closer, her eyes narrowing as she glanced down at her boots. “Finally,” she muttered, her voice sharp but teasing. “You’re late, and I’ve been walking in these boots for ages. My feet are killing me.”

Mark immediately dropped to his knees, looking up at her with a mix of reverence and concern. “I’m so sorry, my beautiful Goddess,” he said softly. “How can I make it up to you?”

Eliza crossed her arms, one eyebrow arched as she tilted her head. “Well, I’m certainly not walking another step. My feet hurt way too much.” She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, pretending to wince dramatically. “You’ll have to carry me.”

Mark blinked in surprise but quickly nodded, willing to do whatever was needed to ease her discomfort. “Of course, my beautiful Goddess.” He said moving closer getting on all fours.

Eliza smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief as she stepped forward and planted herself on his back. She straddled him easily, her legs wrapped around his sides as she nestled comfortably into position. “Good,” she purred, running her fingers through her pink-streaked hair. “Now, take me where I want to go. Don’t drop me, pup.”

Mark grunted as he adjusted to her weight, her boots pressing lightly into his sides as she shifted slightly on his back. He began move forward on all fours, the dirt and leaves crunching beneath him as he carried his Goddess deeper into the woods. Eliza’s hand rested lightly on his shoulders, her body relaxed as she let him do the work.

“You make a pretty good pony,” Eliza mused with a bratty giggle. “Maybe I should keep you like this all the time- my personal mode of transportation.”

Mark didn’t respond, too focused on keeping his balance and pace steady as he navigated the uneven terrain. The weight of his Goddess on his back, combined with her teasing words, only fuelled his desire to please her. Each step felt like a test of his devotion, and he wasn’t about to fail.

Eliza hummed a soft tune as she enjoyed her ride, occasionally shifting her weight to make him adjust beneath her. “Not bad,” she said after a few minutes, tapping his shoulder. “But I think I want to get off now.”

She slid off his back gracefully, her boots landing softly on the ground. Mark remained on his hands and knees for a moment, catching his breath before looking up at her. Eliza smiled down at him, a playful glint in her eyes. “You’re such a good little pony,” she said, her voice dripping with mock affection. “Now, on to the real fun.”

Once back on her feet, Eliza stretched her legs with a dramatic sigh. “Ah, much better,” she said, glancing down at Mark. “Now, I’m in the mood to play, and I think you’re just the toy I need.”

Without waiting for a response, Eliza lifted her foot and pushed Mark to the floor and pressed it against his chest, testing his reaction as her weight shifted onto him. “You look like the perfect little doormat,” she said with a bratty giggle, leaning more of her weight onto him as she balanced on her toes.

Mark groaned as Eliza’s weight pressed into his chest, her boots grinding against his skin. She glanced down at him, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement. “Not too heavy for you, am I?” she teased, her tone both mocking and playful.

Then, with a sharp smirk, Eliza placed her other foot squarely on his chest, standing fully atop him now. The cold ground beneath him did little to alleviate the pressure as her boots dug into his skin. Mark winced but did nothing to stop her. He wanted this – needed this.

“You make such a good little doormat,” Eliza said with a playful lift, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She then lifted one foot and brought it to his face, the sole of her boot pressing against his cheek. “Kiss it,” she ordered, her voice commanding yet full of teasing energy.

Mark obeyed instantly, his lips brushing against the sole of her boot. He kissed it reverently, each press of his lips against the rough texture filling him with a sense of submission. Eliza giggled softly, wiggling her foot just enough to make him work harder to reach her.

“Good pup.” She cooed, her tone dripping with playful mockery. “I bet you love it when I stand on you like this, huh?” she pressed her foot harder into his cheek, the pressure making him groan beneath her.

After a few moments of enjoying her perch atop him, Eliza stepped off his chest with a light hop, only to stand back on his stomach. She looked down at him with a mischievous grim as she placed both feet firmly onto him again, trampling him under her full weight. His body tensed with the pressure, but he took it, every second under her feet making him feel more connected to her dominance.

“You can take a lot, can’t you?” she asked, her voice filled with amusement as she gave him a few playful stomps, grinding her boots into him before stepping back. Without warning, Eliza lowered herself onto his chest, straddling him. Her short black dress rode up slightly as she adjusted herself, her tattooed legs shifted as she positioned her weight over him. Her smirk turned wicked as she slowly began to slide herself up his body, moving closer to his face.

Eliza’s hips hovered just above his head, and she chuckled softly at the anticipation in his eyes. “You know what’s coming, don’t you?” she teased, her fingers trailing through her pink-streaked hair as she gazed down at him. With a graceful movement, she lowered herself onto his face, the fabric of her dress brushing against his skin. The warmth of her body pressed against him as she settled her weight fully onto his face, her blue eyes watching him with a mix of playfulness and command.

“Breathe, pup,” she said, wiggling her hips slightly to tease him. “Take it all in.” Mark did as he was told, breathing in as best he could through his nose, his senses overwhelmed by her scent. Eliza let out a soft giggle, clearly enjoying the control she had over his every breath. She shifted her weight again, adjusting her position so he could feel every ounce of her dominance.

“Good pup,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing. “You’re lucky I’m in generous mood tonight.”

Eliza the leaned back slightly, resting more of her weight on his face, before letting her eyes flicker towards her boots. “Now,” she said with a wicked grin,

“While you’re down there, let’s see you lick. Show me just how dedicated you are.”

Mark’s breath caught, his body tensing with both anticipation and strain beneath her. She lifted her dress slightly, giving him room as she positioned herself comfortably on his face. “Get to work,” she commanded softly, her tone both teasing and firm.

With his vision obscured, Mark’s tongue extended tentatively, brushing against her inner thigh as Eliza chuckled softly above him. “That’s a good pup,” she purred. “Lick like you mean it.”

Mark licked with more fervour, every movement a testament to his worship of her. The warmth of her skin, her commanding presence above him- it was intoxicating. Eliza shifted her weight again, pressing herself harder onto his face, making it harder for him to breathe, but still giving him just enough space to continue his task.

“Mm, yes,” she murmured, clearly enjoying herself. “Keep going, pup. Don’t stop until I say so.”

Mark’s body ached from the weight of her sitting on him, but the pain only served to heighten his sense of submission. His tongue worked diligently, flicking and stroking as Eliza let out soft, amused moans above him. Her fingers combed through her hair casually as if this were the most natural thing in the world.

Minutes passed, each one feeling like an eternity of devotion and worship beneath his beautiful Goddess. Finally, Eliza let out a contented sigh and shifted her weight, giving Mark a brief moment to catch his breath. She leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest, and gazed down at him with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement.

“You did well, pup,” she said softly, her tone dripping with playful condescension. “But don’t think we’re done yet.”

With a slow, deliberate movement, she lifted herself off his face, standing up again and looking down at him, now sprawled on the forest floor beneath her. The cool air hit his skin, but the heat of the moment still lingered. His face was flushed, and his heart pounded in his chest, yet he felt a sense of deep, gratifying submission coursing through him.

Eliza, with her stunning blue eyes gleaming in the moonlight, stood tall above him, the hem of her black dress fluttering slightly in the breeze. Her boots clicked softly against the ground as she took a few steps around him, almost like a predator circling her prey.

“You know,” she said, her voice light and teasing, “I could keep you here all night. Make you worship me like the obedient pup you are. But I have other plans for the rest of the evening.”

Mark’s breathing was heavy as he struggled to get to his knees. He knew the night wasn’t over – Eliza always had something more in mind. She crouched down next to him, her finger tracing the line of his jaw, forcing him to look up at her. The tattoos on her legs seemed to shimmer in the dim light, adding to the aura of control and mystery she exuded.

“But before we go, you’re going to show me one more thing,” she continued, her lips curling into a bratty grin. “Get back on your knees, and let’s see how well you worship my feet.”

Mark obeyed without question, his body aching but his mind fully in tune with the commands of his Goddess. He knelt at her feet, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for her boots. Eliza watched him with a look of satisfied amusement, her arms crossed as she waited for him to begin.

“Start with the toes,” she instructed, her voice silky smooth. “And don’t stop until they’re clean.”

Mark leaned forward, pressing his lips softly to the tips of her boots, his tongue darting out to lick along the leather. He worked his way across the toe of each boot, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savouring every moment of his submission. Eliza tapped her foot impatiently, watching him with a smirk.

“Not bad, but I want more enthusiasm,” she teased, lifting one boot and placing it on his shoulder, pressing down lightly. “Get to work, pup.”

Mark redoubled his efforts, licking at the boots with more fervour, his tongue running along the edges and grooves. The taste of leather filled his mouth, but he didn’t mind. Every lick, every touch of his tongue against her boots, was a reminder of his place beneath her. She lifted her foot again, nudging him playfully as she continued to test his devotion.

After what felt like an eternity of licking and kissing, Eliza finally lifted her foot of his shoulder, stepping back with a satisfied sigh. “That’s enough for now,” she said, her voice filled with playful authority. “You’ve earned the right to walk me home.”

Mark, still on his knees, looked up at her with a mixture of exhaustion and adoration. Eliza, now fully in control of the moment, offered him a hand, pulling him up to his feet with surprising ease. She dusted him off casually before turning and walking toward the edge of the woods, her hips swaying with every step.

“Come on, pup,” she called over her shoulder. “There’s still plenty more fun to be had, and I have so many ways to test your devotion.”