Just as my Goddess predicted, I strutted out of that bathroom as proud as a peacock. Sure, I looked ridiculous wearing a black lace bra that was clearly visible under the threadbare white cotton t-shirt. Sure my face looked like a cross between a clown and a hooker with my whorishly painted red lips. And yes, I smelled like stale piss. You would too if you were sucking on a pair of piss soaked panties. But one look at my Goddess, the woman who owned me, just filled my heart with pride & joy.
Goddess Candy's eyes sparkled and Her lips were a cross between a smile and a smirk as She pivoted on Her beautiful heels and led the way to Her car parked in the airport garage. I followed close behind with my luggage in tow. When we got to Her car, I piled my bags into the back and then went to open the driver's door for Goddess. After doing so, She ordered me to lie face down on the ground.
"You don't mind serving as my doormat do you Greg? I'm sure you'd be honored to have Me wipe My shoes on your back."
Before I could answer, as if I could with my panty stuffed mouth, I felt Her mount my mount my back, grind Her heels and then slip into the driver's seat. Once She closed Her door, I got up and sat in the front passenger seat. Candy turned to smile at me, spit in my face, and then said:
"I'm so glad you're here. It is going to be so much fun training you to be the perfect slave as well as the husband I so richly deserve."
And with that, She started the engine and off we went. About 2 miles into our journey, She asked me:
"Did you remember to bring the papers I mentioned?"
Being gagged with piss soaked panties, I wasn't able to speak but I nodded my head affirmatively.
"Good boy. We've got an appointment with my lawyer on Monday morning. If all goes well, we'll have something special to celebrate afterwards."
I did the best I could to smile. The papers She was referring to were my banking statements, financial documents, property deeds and titles, insurance, etc. All these were to be signed over to Goddess prior to our betrothal. I had done fairly well with my investments, salary, property. So much so, when I won the lottery (not a huge jackpot, approximately 5 million after taxes) I was able to save or invest nearly all of it. I did make an exception for one truly decadent item: a vintage Lamborghini Countach.
"You did a great job purchasing the items on the list I gave you but I forgot to put a couple of items on that list? Can you guess what they were?"
Naturally, given the state I was in, I could do nothing but blankly stare at Her.
"I'm sorry, of course you can't reply. You'd rather suck on my panties! Don't go worrying your pretty little head my dear slut. No, I forgot to include dildos and butt plugs on your list. But fear not, I know just where we can purchase some lovely toys for that cute little pussy."
I too knew where we could make such a purchase. It was a place I often visited when I lived in Rhode Island. In the past I had purchased a butt plug or two as well as several BDSM mags and newspapers such as Dominant Mystique. But more often than not I went there without purchasing a single item. Instead of shopping in the main area of the store, I was a frequent visitor to the basement which was home to a warren of video booths.
When I visited the video booths, I did so with the intention of sucking cock. You know, anonymous and in the dark, I longed to have a stranger stick his cock in my mouth and cum all over my face. Many years ago, these booths had holes in the wall. All you had to do was kneel on the floor in front of the hole and soon enough a cock would poke through. But it had been years since those holes had been covered up. Now, or at least the last time I visited them, you had to let someone into the booth with you.
Even though I went into the booth with every intention of sucking cock and getting a facial, invariably I found some lame excuse to chicken out and I'd simply lock the door and watch a video. Why?
I'm not gay. As George and Jerry would say: "not there's anything wrong with that" but I just wasn't attracted to men. Yet there's nothing more symbolicly submissive for a straight male than sucking cock. Especially when ordered to do so by your Domina. I had been lucky enough to experience this several times in my life. I hoped to get that same glorious feeling sucking cock on my own but was never able to cross that threshold.
As we were headed north on route 95, in the direction of this adult book store, I wondered if Goddess Candy knew of this place, if She knew of the warren of video booths in the basement. I would soon have the answers to all these questions and more as we exited route 95 onto Allens Avenue. Sure enough, that's where we were headed. Goddess drove into the lot and parked Her car right by the main entrance. After shutting off the engine, Candy reached into Her purse, pulled out a fresh ziplock bag and turned to face me.
"We're both going into the store but for different reasons. I'm going to be shopping for dildos and butt plugs. You're going to suck cock. As you know, this place has a huge selection and I'm going to need time to select the right items. While I'm doing that, I don't need you clinging to me, drooling over all those phallic items of delight. I'll need time and privacy to make the right choice. And while I'm doing that, you'll go below and suck some cock. You'll not join me until your face is covered in cum. Understood?"
Still gagged, I nodded my head yes. Handing me the ziplock bag, Goddess said:
"Put your panties in the bag and then put it your pocket. I want a piece of me to be with you as you suck cock for your Goddess. And freshen up your lipstick."
Finally able to speak, I spoke the only words that popped into my head.
"Thank you Goddess for granting me this opportunity to serve you. I won't fail you."
With that, we both got out the car and walked into the store. Once inside, She turned to the right and headed to the wall of dildos and butt plugs whilst I turned to the left and down the stairs to complete my cock sucking mission. At the bottom of the stairs was a world of darkness, the only illumination emanating from the panel displaying the video choices available in each booth. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed I wasn't alone.
Had this been evening, there would have been plenty of guys down here. But at 4:30, even on a Friday afternoon, there will slim pickings. Still, I had a job to do so I made eye contact, as best as eye could do in a pitch black room, with the only other man in the room. As I opened my mouth to speak he said:
"I see you're wearing a bra. Only cocksuckers wear bras. Do you want to suck my cock faggot?"
"Yes Sir."
Opening the door to the booth next to him, he said, "step into my office faggot."
