The next morning I awoke with the alarm and awaited my Goddess's orders. My hard on in its cage felt wonderful. Goddess Erica requested a through massage and demanded the proper praise. I extolled her virtues as I massaged her magnificent body head to toe. Though a new experience for me it seemed as natural and familiar as breathing.
A short time later Goddess allowed me to shower with her. She supervised my first self-shaving of my body. I understood the necessity of being hairless, only the dominant partner was permitted body hair. It felt odd but again, completely natural. At last it was time for me to dress my Goddess. Her taste in clothing was immaculate. I helped her don a green linen dress under which she wore lacy black underthings and black thigh high stockings. That task completed, Goddess Erica gave me a brief pair of trunks and sandals and we left the hotel room to dine in the restaurant off the main lobby. I tried to ignore the stares as I sat on the floor at the feet of my Goddess. When she needed tending to I rose and saw to it. Once she had finished eating she ordered a meal for me and watched as I ate. She lovingly stroked my hair. Her touch was like electricity.
Back in the hotel room I watched as she boxed up my possessions and tagged them with a mailing label for my Participant Magazine mail drop. I carefully packed her suitcase checked every inch of the hotel room for lost articles and straightened out the room even though the maids would do the very same thing in a short while.
"It is good practice slave." Was her instruction to me. It made perfect sense, just like Goddess Erica's every utterance.
Toting her suitcase we left for the front desk where my Goddess checked out. The valet dropped off her car. He smirked at me as he handed my Goddess her keys. I felt sorry for the valet. He did not have a Goddess to worship.
"Once you have learned you place you will permitted to drive. For public events I will dress you in a very sexy chauffeur's attire. It will however be easily removable. There will be occasions where you drive me to the door and later that same night your caged worthless nakedness will be up on stage responding to the orders of Goddesses like myself."
As we pulled away she said,"Not EVERY woman is a Goddess but EVERY female is superior to you. Even a Brownie Scout is worth two dozen of you. You will defer to women and girls ALWAYS unless they are trying to usurp my authority over you. You will be chivalrous, gallant and solicitous at ALL times. Failure to obey proper protocol earns you either a thorough spanking, a week of sucking cocks of TRUE men and or a long time in chastity. Chastity is your friend. It keeps you focused on the job at hand, namely tending to and pleasing me. Orgasms are the little visits to heaven that your Goddess OCCASSIONALLY permits you."
Goddess Erica's words were not a surprise. I had encountered similar thoughts during my research for this story. The authority and authenticity with which my Goddess said them however was eye opening. I looked at my beautiful Goddess, her long brown curls and alabaster skin glistening in the early afternoon sun and the word "power" came to mind. Goddess Erica had a natural aura of true power about her. She was not like most other women. I loved my wife Ruthie but I realized that she paled in comparison to Goddess Erica. I thrilled in just being within the aura of my Goddess's cone of authority. Compared to her I realized that I really WAS worthless.
Goddess Erica's house was a snug little bungalow a few cities away from where the BDSM convention had been held. I could tell that the house was on the fashionable side of town. There was a trim small lawn and brick walkway. We pulled into a garage that was obviously a later addition to the house. I exited the car and held the driver's side door open for my Goddess. Once in the house I was compelled to surrender my trunk and sandals. Clad in only my cage and collar I felt a bit humiliated. The house was quite tastefully apportioned. The well lit living room contained a large fireplace and snow white carpeting. The kitchen was clean and modern. There were two bedrooms and a small dining room. The main bedroom made my jaw drop. The large circular bed was big enough for three people. On one side of the floor was a large dog bed. Goddess didn't seem to have any pets larger then the small cat I spied. Then I realized who the bed was meant for.
"I don't need a larger place, so I concentrated on making this one as comfortable as possible. As of now you are responsible for all the housework, the litter box, and maintaining my clothing in good order as well as cooking for myself and my guests. Failure to meet my standards results in punishment. Fail to keep these rugs spotless and I WILL take it out of your hide. As you have discovered your chastity device makes it difficult to stand erect and urinate. You WILL sit when using my toilets. Believe me you DO NOT want to make the mistake of leaving a toilet seat up."
After a thorough tour of the house, Goddess Erica exiled me to the kitchen to make her a salad, a cheese sandwich and some soup. Not to brag excessively but I am a great cook. We discovered on our honeymoon that Ruthie's culinary skills were, lets be charitable, severely lacking, and I took over meal preparation as soon as we returned home. Here I had no fears of ever failing my Goddess. As angry as I might make her in other areas, she would never have grounds to complain about my cooking.
Although the meal was simple, I gave each item a stylistic flourish. I trimmed the cheese sandwich into a large heart and arraigned the croutons in the salad in a similar manner. Goddess Erica noticed my flourishes right away and made agreeable noises about the taste.
"Well done slave. You seem to be getting the point already. Let's hope that your domestic skills match your culinary abilities."
Even though the house was spotless, Goddess led me through the routine of cleaning the house she had a schedule drawn up for each day of the week. There were daily tasks, like feeding the cat and cleaning the litter box and other things like dusting scheduled weekly. There was a small alcove that was my station. There was a small laptop for writing my story, a dry board for memos and guidebooks on etiquette and proper behavior for a male sub. I realized that my Goddess had thought of everything.
In the bedroom was a large, yet empty armoire. Goddess Erica explained that eventually it would be filled with clothing for me. Goddess liked to dine out and attend charity events. For those she would usually be accompanied by what she called a "true" man but I would need a chauffeur's uniform, and clothing for trips where my nudity would not be permitted. Goddess Erica also told me that it was not beyond the realm of possibility that if I was a diligent little slave, I might be gifted with the privileged of escorting her to the opera or a show. Goddess took my measurements and wrote them down.
Off a room to the garage was some quite fine exercise equipment. Goddess led me there and said.
"Slave, you have a fine physique but I like my men a bit bulkier and more finely muscled. You will be exercising every day. Exercise will not only build your muscles it it is also a great way to sublimate the regular intercourse you are never going to get."
I always enjoyed working out. All the sexual tension I now carried really drove me to a fine, intense workout. Goddess watched me work and was delighted as I finished my workout drenched in sweat.
