Finding a Goddess - Ch. 1
This is a story about a married man with a secret submissive side trying to find a Goddess to fulfill his desperate need.
This is about extreme female domination, so be forewarned.
Part 1 - First public meeting with first Goddess
I have been searching for months to find a dominatrix. This is has been a burning secret desire of mine for years. I am a happily married man with a wonderful vanilla wife, but we stopped having sex years ago. Now this desire, this need, has bubbled to the surface and I just can't stuff it back in the box.
I am a successful businessman, a CEO, and obviously have the outward characteristics of a strong alpha male. I am super fit, been told handsome aside from my bald head, and I dress very traditionally... well except for the occasional panties under my business suit. I have always been open minded about other's choices, but this desire to be dominated by a strong beautiful woman was something I barely acknowledged to myself until a few years ago.
Lately, I had trouble thinking about anything else. Being very analytical, I researched far and wide to find advise on others potentially feeling the same way. Lots of helpful blogs and books, and of course Literotica stories got me a long way to figuring out what to do. My breakthrough came when I found reddits FemdomCommunity and PussyFreeCommunities. There I found people wrestling with this just like me and we exchange ideas on where to go from here and people shared their lessons learned.
I was now ready to try. After a lot of dead end searches on BDSM dating sites, one day on reddit someone invited me to chat. She turned out to be a domme living nearby in Boston and she was looking for a new sub. I had been down this road before where the domme quickly tries to extract as much money as possible and then blackmail you.
Gina, that was the name she gave, seemed to be different. We spent a lot of time getting to know each other in our chats. She turned out to be a nurse at a local major hospital and I worked in medical research. We seemed complimentary, similar kinks (her topping and me being a sub) and both very sensitive about our public reputations. As we got to be very comfortable sharing backgrounds and desires, suddenly one day she sent a message, "it's time".
I replied:
Me:
Time for what?
Gina:
Time to submit to me
Me:
What do you mean?
Gina: We are no longer equals chatting. You are my sub. You will behave as such from now on
Me: Wait where is this coming from? What if I don't agree?
Gina: I know you well. I know what you want. You have one chance to agree, right now or we are done. Done chatting and will never speak again as equals. So...
Me: I agree Gina
Gina: Goddess Gina from now on. Good. Let's get on with it.
So we continue chatting and she gives me clear instruction telling me to meet her in public. She requires me to bring two things in a small brand labeled shopping bag, an envelope with money for the toys she is going to purchase and a small clear container filled with cum she has instructed me to collect from previous weeks masturbation.
She also requires I wear loose fitting pants with a zipper and panties underneath.
She directs me to meet her at a quiet coffee shop in downtown with a section wear I should arrive early and find a space where there are two adjacent seats suitable so when goddess arrives she can sit next to me without indicating we know each other.
While I am waiting, I should buy a black coffee and sit using use my computer to read something Goddess has sent and appear to be focused on working. I should remove the clear container of cum and sit it next to my coffee and place the bag next to me on the side Goddess will sit when she arrives. I am to unzip my zipper of my pants and wait patiently.
When Goddess arrives, she buys a coffee and sits next to me, not acknowledging me.
She says "that's interesting cream you have there, do you use that in your coffee"
I say "yes ma'am. It's very tasty and protein rich".
She gives me a look that is clear about her direction to me without uttering a word.
I proceed to pour the contents into my coffee.
Goddess says, "I expect you will finish every last drop"
I say "as you wish"
Goddess says "I like those pants, beautiful material"
I say "you are welcome to feel them"
Goddess slips her hand inside the zipper to ensure I have followed directions in encasing my penis in panties and she feels for the first time the cock she now owns.
Goddess and I have a quiet conversation about who we are, her expectations of her sub and how she will proceed using oblique language within earshot of other.
Part 2 - First Session Serving Goddess
I walk to the front desk of the hotel and I for ask for the room I reserved and two keys. I am nervous, I am sure someone I know will see and my head swirls wondering what will be in store for me. My bulge is noticeable, but I try to cover it with my backpack that contains the clothing items she asked me to bring.
I take one room key and place it in a hidden place in behind the napkin container in the lobby cafe. I take a photo and send Goddess a text letting her know where to find it.
I proceed up to the room, palms sweaty and a bit shaky. I am so distracted that when I enter I fumble and hit the right button, the other person in looks at me in disgust.
I think, "Do they know what I am about to do? They must." "What am I about to do?" is on an infinite loop in my brain. I have never done anything like this in 25 years marriage, nor even before that. "Am I losing my mind?"
I put my key in the door and open it. First, I turn the thermostat down to 63F as instructed. Continuing to follow Goddesses careful instructions I immediately take off all my clothes and fold them in a neat pile by the door as instructed. I remove the rice Goddess asked me to bring from my backpack and spread it to form a neat circle on the floor between the two twin beds and then kneel naked on it.
I wait for what seems like forever. My knees are getting very sore and I am beginning to shiver from the temperature.
Suddenly the door opens and Goddess strides in.
She enters and finds I have followed her instructions.
"Good boy" she says. It feels so good that she acknowledges I am a good boy.
"The cold is really shrinking that thing of yours. It looks like it's not even big enough to be a clit. No wonder you haven't dared try to put in a pussy for the last 10 years, it would have been totally humiliating. Why don't you rub it for me while Goddess gets ready".
She immediately begins to unbutton her blouse as she walks to the bathroom. I watch as the skirt falls onto my hallway floor. I am stunned, frozen with my knees killing me, shivering and trying desperately to get my cock to come back to life. I am enraptured by her brazen display of sex appeal. I feel so weak, uncertain,.... totally submissive.
In a minute you reappear, this time only in a peach colored bra and panties. Her body is breathtaking, firm breasts spilling out of her bra, and thong panties are form fit her beautiful pussy, a smooth fit stomach and perfect toned and shaped ass. My breathing is faster and my mouth begins to water.
Her eyes meet mine, she bend down and ask "how are you sub"
I try to be strong but whimper, "Goddess, you are so beautiful, a goddess... but my knees are so sore and I am cold."
"That sounds just right to me, don't you agree?"
I grunt a soft "yes" under my breadth.
"What was that? Are you whining? I find it extremely disrespectful when a sissy like you whines in response to a question. Do you want to try again?"
I sit up straightening my back causing my knees to grind slightly, ouch, and say "Yes Goddess you are correct, i am just as you wanted and anxious to please you"