The Temple
Content: Snakes, Femdom, male sub, Goddess Worship, breast feeding, oral sex, PIV sex, gag and blindfold, gentle humiliation
It's dreich as the taxi pulls up outside a bar nestled into an old Victorian merchant's building. You pay the driver and make to go into the bar, but as the taxi pulls away, you change direction, crossing the road and slipping unnoticed through an archway. You pull your coat around you a little as the wind follows you to the anonymous black door in the passageway. It doesn't seem part of any particular building. You face the blank door expectantly for a moment before it swings open. You step inside. It is warm & welcoming, dimly lit, richly decorated... suddenly you are in another realm, and as the door swings shut behind you, your shoulders relax, and thoughts of the outside world begin to slip away. A moment later, a short, masculine person appears from a side doorway.
Butler is impeccably dressed in a tailor made, 3-piece suit with an ornately printed damask tie and green pocket handkerchief.
"Ah, Mr Swainson, please, do come through," they say, ushering you towards a steep flight of stairs that descend below street level.
The walls seem to undulate as you step down, but you shake your head, it must be the shadows playing on the green, anaglypta wallpaper, you think to yourself. You follow Butler down the stairs and through into a brightly lit room - curious, given there are no windows, but then you notice skylights above your head. The room smells faintly of incense.
"May I take your coat, Mr Swainson?"
It seems more of a command than a question and quickly you divest yourself of your overcoat, which is glistening from the fine city rain. Butler places the coat on a hanger and hangs it out of reach behind them, before settling themselves on a chair behind a small desk and opening up a green file. You notice it has your name on it.
"I see you've been to worship here before, Mr Swainson? Some time ago..."
It is more of a statement than a question, but you nod anyway, "Yes, that's correct."
"Hmmm..." says Butler. "Well, we don't usually allow worshippers to return once they've left us, but it seems that The Goddess likes you, and has allowed it in this instance," Butler does not seem impressed by this and looks across at you.
"You may sit, Mr Swainson."
As you sit down opposite them, Butler, looks through the papers in the folder.
"Did you bring your re-registration form with you?"
"Yes," you say, hurriedly reaching into your jacket pocket and producing the form, filled out in your neat, careful handwriting.
You hand it to Butler, who smooths it out on the table and looks it over. You notice the gold signet ring on their right hand, embellished with the insignia of a snake.
"You've read this through, of course, Mr Swainson?"
You nod.
"You will be under my charge for the duration of your visit, and I will need to prepare you carefully for your audience with The Goddess. You must submit yourself to my care. You are welcome to leave at anytime, however, if you do so you will not be allowed to return. Should you wish to leave please let me know and I will have your things ready for you. Are these terms acceptable to you, Mr Swainson?"
You nod and agree. Butler passes the form back to you and hands you a pen.
"Please sign your consent here, Mr Swainson."
"Thank you," you say, as you sign. "I feel honoured to be allowed to worship at the Temple again."
Butler takes the form, places it in the folder and files it in a small cabinet beside the desk.
"Come with me, Mr Swainson," they say, "There's a good boy..."
They lead you out of the room, down a short corridor and down another flight of stairs, before opening a door for you. The door leads into a clean and tidy changing room. There is a shower in an alcove, a bench and some coat hooks. Butler instructs you to take a shower.
"I'll be back when you're all clean," they say as they shut the door behind them.
You begin to undress - first your jacket, your tie, your shirt, then your trousers, pants and socks. It feels such a relief, shedding the skin of the world that you've left behind above you.
You step into the shower and instantly warm water cascades down over you, it's just the right temperature, just how you like it. You start to relax a little, to breathe a little deeper. You begin to wonder how you'll be prepared for your audience with the Goddess. Thoughts and memories drift through your mind as you relax into the warm caress of the water. You remember the heady scent of the Goddess, like gorse and heather on a hot sunny day; the feel of her smooth, silky skin against yours, her touch, her desire for you. You sigh as you remember, and your body begins to soften and relax. You're here for her pleasure, and that is what gives you the most pleasure, it makes everything feel right again.
You begin to wash every part of yourself. The soap is scented with sandalwood and cedar, and as you wash you feel as though you are anointing yourself. You cock stiffens under your hand as you carefully wash and caress yourself, dreaming again of your last time with the Goddess. How will it be this time? What will be expected of you? As the water washes away the last of the soap, you notice that the shower stream is weakening and then slowly stops. It must be time, you think excitedly, and you step out of the shower.
You stand on the thick, green mat by the shower, realising that you forgot to pick up a towel before you stepped inside. You peer around the corner thinking there had been some on the bench, but the bench is empty, and you see no towels in the room. Puzzled you stand on the mat, damp and dripping wondering what to do. Should you call for Butler? It seems a little rude. Maybe they'll be along in a minute. You wait a little.
"This is ridiculous!" you grumble to yourself. "Why am I waiting here?"
You notice a button on the wall and go to press it, but a small sign says,
"If you wish to leave, please press this button," and you know that you don't wish to leave, not at all.
Not without worshipping The Goddess. You've waited so long, and travelled so far for Her, for that deep peace that worshipping Her brings you.
You're getting cold and your skin is starting to itch from the water left to dry on it. It's really spoiling everything, your body is tensing up, your mind is circling with anxiety and anger at the situation. You look at the button again and think about pressing it. Then, the door opens, and in walks Butler with a large, fluffy green towel.
"Be a good boy and come over here," they say. Their tone is so authoritative you simply comply.
"There, there," they say. "Did you get a little cold and grumpy?"
You start to bristle, but they simply open out the towel and wrap it around you. It's soft and warm, and it smells like heather and gorse on a hot, sunny day... you start to relax at the scent, despite yourself. They begin to dry you gently, your face first, then your arms and torso, before moving down your legs and then lastly your genitals, which they dry delicately but thoroughly.
"Is that better, now?"
You nod, something in you easing, "Yes, thank you so much."
Butler takes the towel and drops it into a laundry basket.
"Come with me, there's a good boy," they say, as they open the door and step out into the corridor.
You go to put on your clothes, but Butler has already left the room and the door is swinging shut behind them. You don't want to be left behind, so you leave your clothes and trot after them. The corridor seems different to before, a different colour, leading in a different direction. Were there 2 doors in the changing room? Somehow you can't remember. You follow Butler, your bare feet padding along the softly carpeted floor. Butler turns to the side and leads you down another flight of stairs. It's warm here, the light is dim, you think to yourself that you're about to be led into the Goddess's chamber, your cock stiffens again in anticipation of being with Her, worshipping Her. Butler turns again, down a narrower corridor and then opens a side door. You follow, obediently.
"Excited, are we?" Butler comments, looking directly at your arousal.
The room is large, with a thick, soft carpet under your feet. There is a small desk and chair, and you notice the green folder with your name on it lying on the desk. The room is lined with glass cabinets, each cabinet containing sex toys and fetish wear of different types. You gaze at the array and your cock twitches. There are shelves full of dildos, butt plugs and cock cages. Others have paddles, whips and canes. Hanging on a rail in an alcove there are latex and rubber costumes of various kinds. There is another cabinet full of restraints. Lengths of rope in all colours hanging from wooden pegs on the wall. Still another cabinet is full of furry ears and tails of all different creatures.
This is not what you remember from worshipping here before.
"This is the preparation room," Butler informs you. "You may stand here." They point at a small, round mat on the floor. "This mat is for naughty boys who don't keep up their tithe to the Goddess."
Suddenly flustered, and embarrassed you shuffle over to the mat, keeping your eyes firmly fixed on the floor, wondering what will happen next. What exactly will this preparation involve? Butler seats themself at the desk, and flips open the folder.
"Let me see," they mutter quietly to themselves. "What has The Goddess ordered for your preparation today. Hmm... yes, very good," they say and shut the folder sharply before getting up and heading over to one of the cabinets. You don't know whether to look up or not, but before you can decide they are standing beside you, with a leather ball gag in their hands. You swallow.
"Are you going to be a good boy and let me put this on you?" Butler enquires.
Your heart is thumping a little as you nod and then open your mouth, so that Butler can place the ball in your mouth. They carefully secure the gag in place.
"Come with me," they say, and lead you over to a corner of the room.
You hadn't noticed the small, plain wooden desk and chair until now. There are so many exciting things in this room, so many things that you want to try... but Butler tells you to sit at the desk. You do as you are told. They return with some sheets of lined paper and a pen.
"The Goddess feels that your attitude needs addressing, and you are to complete this exercise," says Butler, handing you the pen. "You are to write '
My Goddess is wise and kind, and I am grateful that I am allowed to worship at her Temple
', 50 times. There's a good boy. Let me know when you are finished," they say, before returning to their desk.
You sit and stare at the wall for a moment. You did not come here for this, you think to yourself angrily, biting down on the gag in frustration. You look down at the desk, at the pen in your hand, at the lined paper. You notice a button on the desk, and the label 'if you wish to leave, please press'. You stare at it. You chew on the gag. You're so furious to be treated like this, like a child... and then, suddenly, the scent of heather and gorse on a hot summer's day washes over you and you remember how wonderful it is to be with The Goddess, to worship Her, for all your cares and worries to slip aware under Her caress. You remember now, why you came back, after such a long time away, why you travelled so far and at such expense.
You pick up the pen and begin to write:
'
My Goddess is wise and kind, and I am grateful that I am allowed to worship at her Temple
'
You write neatly and carefully, numbering each line, becoming so absorbed in your task that you don't notice as you begin to drool onto the paper. You turn over the page and start a new sheet, numbering the remaining lines up to 50. You start thinking about how kind and wise your Goddess is, how She seems to know you, know what you need, what you desire, things that you didn't know that you needed or wanted until She took you to those places. You start remembering all the times you've visited her Temple in the past, how much it meant to you to worship Her, all of Her. You're so absorbed in your thoughts and your writing that you don't notice as you drool over the second sheet of paper too.
Finally, you've finished! You're so excited! Surely you will be allowed to worship The Goddess now. Your cock twitches and hardens with excitement at the prospect. You remember you're to call Butler over when you've finished, but the gag is still in your mouth. You wonder if you're supposed to undo it, but think better of it.
"ut...urr," your voice sounds strange and muffled. You can't form the words, but you try again "ut...urr."
Butler does not respond.
Getting desperate now, you try a little louder, "ut...urr."
Suddenly Butler is behind you, placing one hand on your shoulder.
They whisper into your ear, "What's that now? I can't hear you."
Mortified and frustrated you say, "Uturr, ir, I've finnish."
"You've finished, have you?" They say, "Let's see, shall we?" Picking up the two damp sheets of paper and dropping them immediately.
