Chapter 3

He followed Claire obediently through the front door, and closed it behind him. The moment the lock clicked shut, she turned and faced him, staring straight into his expectant eyes.

She spoke almost lazily, savouring each command as they rolled off of her tongue, “First, you’re going to go upstairs and into my bedroom. Then, while I’m taking a shower, you’re going to strip and lie on your back on my bed. Finally, you’re going to close your eyes and wait for me. If you open them without my permission, I won’t let you cum, is that clear?” Mike nodded silently in response. “Good. Now off you go.” He trotted up the stairs. If he had a tail, Claire imagined it would be wagging furiously right now. She smiled, and followed him up, turning left on the landing to go into the bathroom while he turned right into her bedroom.

She made sure to take her time in the shower. Claire wanted to make him wait, let his imagination run wild with just the sounds of her washing her body. She carefully cleaned every inch of herself; she may be in control here, but she wanted to make a good first impression on him. It would be the first time Mike had ever seen her naked, and she didn’t want to disappoint him. Sub or not, some part of her deep down still wanted his approval. Claire chose the expensive body washes and gels that she thought would give her the most exquisite and seductive scent, and the shampoos and conditioners that would turn her already smooth hair into a veritable silk dress. Finally, once she stepped out of the shower, she chose a delicate perfume that Claire knew would overpower his delicate, virgin senses, melting that cute little head of his. Oh yeah, I’m ready for him now, she thought to herself. She towelled herself off, and put on the dangerously risqué lingerie set she had bought especially for today.

In that moment, Claire was no longer her usual, day-to-day self. She was a goddess. Powerful. Illustrious. And totally in control. The café had just been a warm-up; Mike was about to experience first-hand her true identity. Sure, she had been his domme for about a year now, but there was one hell of a difference between domination via a Zoom call, and domination face-to-face, and he was soon going to learn that.

Claire stepped into her bedroom, and saw a sight that made her heart ache with something that she had never felt before. Sure, she’d had boyfriends in the past, but this was different. The sight of Mike stripped entirely nude, lying obediently on his back with his eyes tightly shut, his arms by his side and his cock fantastically erect sent shivers down her spine. He was her pet, so blindly in-love with her it was painfully obvious. Clearly, she had been right; the mere sound of her showering had indeed been enough to make his imagination run insane circles. Pre-cum dribbled down his shaft, glistening in the twilight cast by the half-shut curtains. “My, my. Aren’t you a good boy? You haven’t been touching yourself yet, have you?”

The response was immediate, “No, Mistress.” Mike swallowed hard, nervous that she was going to punish him.

“So, you got this hard just from imagining me in the shower? Aww, how cute of you.” Claire laughed, she so badly wanted to toy with him. But first, she wanted Mike to demonstrate his devotion to her. “Don’t open your eyes. You haven’t earned that privilege yet. You have to show me how much you appreciate me. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Each time he referred to her as such, Claire shivered in pleasure. The feelings of control and dominance were so intoxicating to her, she wondered why she had waited so long to find someone who would submit to her like Mike did. So many wasted years, she thought to herself.

Claire straddled him, positioning herself over his chest. “Touch me. Feel my body under your fingers.” And Mike did. His delicate fingers were surprisingly soft and gentle, slowly roving over her chest. Her arms, hands, and then fingers. Clearly savouring every square inch of her body. His eyes remained dutifully shut as she let him explore her. His fingers trailed down to her legs, lightly grazing her toes, then her ankles. They moved up her legs, glacially slow. Claire so desperately wanted him inside of her, but she knew how important it was to make him wait. Make him desperate.

Finally, his exploring led him to her thighs, and then to the already-wet slit that lay between them. When his hand was on it, she grasped it and held it there. “Do you feel me? Do you feel how wet I am for you?” Mike nodded, swallowing hard again. It was so obvious he was a virgin; it was hilarious. The desire and desperation emanating from him was palpable. It exuded from him in such thick waves, filling the air to such an extent you could have cut it with a knife. “Do you want to taste me?” Claire asked. Mike nodded frantically again; eyes screwed shut tight from the effort it was taking him to restrain himself from opening them. “Say it. Tell me you want to taste me.”

“I want to taste you, Mistress.” The response burst out of him. Claire laughed, and then slid herself up his chest until she was hovering just over his open, expectant mouth. She stayed there, just letting her scent wash over him. His nostrils flared as he breathed her in, filling his lungs with Claire’s rich aroma. She teased her panties aside and a drop of her juices dripped into his mouth. He greedily swallowed. How long she stayed there, she didn’t know. Claire didn’t even know what she was waiting for until she got it. Mike started to softly whimper in what sounded like pain, and with that, something in Claire flipped and she smothered his cute little mouth with her body and let him demonstrate his devotion to her.

The effect was electric. His tongue was immediately upon her clit, licking it with such a degree of expertise that she genuinely wondered if he was really a virgin, or if his love for her had given him a superhuman capability at getting her off. Despite herself, she was already moaning, her back arched in pleasure. She had never felt such a soft and delicate sensation down there before. It was maddeningly gentle. She wanted to grab his head and shove his face into her pussy until she came over and over again. She wanted to ride his face until he drowned in her juices.

But Claire didn’t want to scare him off either. So, she let Mike continue with his slow and sensual exploration of her. His hands firmly grasped her buttocks, gently holding her steady as she quivered and trembled with pleasure. She felt lines of intense muscular contractions climb their way up and down her body as Mike brought her steadily towards the edge. It seemed to take a year as Claire lost herself in the sensation of him serving her. Only her. Devoting himself entirely to her. It was more than just physical; the knowledge that he was her pet, and that he all wanted right now was to make her cum, suffused with the desire to own Mike finally overwhelmed her and she could hold back no longer. Waves of pleasure rippled throughout her body as her mind lost itself to the intensity of the moment. Nothing could be better than this.

Claire came.

*

She finally came back to her senses what seemed like hours later (although Mike would later tell her it was only ten seconds or so). Claire had fallen back onto Mike’s chest, breathing heavily, as he lay there catching his breath. His face was slick with her juices, and she smiled to see his tongue flicking out and tasting her. His eyes had, adorably, remained shut, and he said nothing as she climbed back up. She leaned forward and whispered shakily into his ear, “Well done, I haven’t felt anything like that in long time.” Mike whimpered in response, not even able to form words. However, the meaning was clear. Claire laughed, he could be so damn cute at times, it made her heart ache.

“Aww, you thought it would take only one orgasm to satisfy me? Surely you know better than that?” Mike said nothing, but his breathing quickened, and Claire felt his heart pounding in her chest. It was strong enough, and her clit sensitive enough, that she could feel it between her thighs as she straddled him. “I want you to make me cum four more times before you can have any release. But I promise that if you can do that, and keep your eyes closed like a good little boy, I’ll treat you to something that I know you’ve been craving for so long. Understand?” Mike swallowed hard, and nodded. “Good. Now catch your breath. We’ve still got a way to go before that.” Claire lifted his chin up with her hand, leaned forward, and planted a soft kiss on his lips. A little treat to keep him going, she thought to herself. “No peeking.” And with that, she slid herself back over his face and let her precious sub show exactly how much he loved her.

//This is the complete Part I, Chapter 3 of 'To Serve A Goddess'. This is the revised and edited form of my previously released 'From Across the Sea', which was an unedited, raw version intended to gauge audience response and interest. This version is being published as complete and final version. Please enjoy.