Promises, Promises

I had a private session with a new submissive today. Actually, this was the second one this week. The first one was on Tuesday, when he came to town. It started as a simple foot worship session, but as some of you already know and others will soon find out, you will fall in love with more than just My feet.

On Tuesday, I met him at a lovely Hyatt in downtown DC. He wanted to talk a little first, so he bought Me a drink at the restaurant. Very classy on his part. A small gesture that showed Me he appreciated My time. After about 20 minutes or so, he was ready to go upstairs and play. Once I emerged from the bathroom, in My play clothes, the little sub couldn't contain himself. He quickly found out that My feet were not the only things to worship. He was back and forth between being under My feet, squeezed between My legs and smothered by My voluptuous booty. Take a look for yourself. Can you blame him for being smitten?

He seemed to be so love-struck with Me, he invited Me to visit him in California. I'm not sure if this was a heat of the moment thing, but I wonder. He said he need Me in his life. A visit to a new place is great, but I wonder how serious he was. This sub is a guy after all, and sometimes guys tend to tell ladies what they think we want to hear. Anyway, after playtime, we talked briefly about him flying Me out to California, but I am still skeptical. It sounded like a promise. Now, I only wonder if he'll actually honor it or if he's just full of shit.

It was probably the booty drops that did him in. 

Questioning the Goddess

Over the years, I've gotten a lot of questions about the things I do and how I do them. Some were in good nature but others were kind of rude, almost insolent. Now, I have a question that I'm going to ask and answer, for Me. As a Goddess, should I be questioned? 

I applaud continued learning. If there is something that you truly want to know about, then there’s nothing wrong with asking a question. I don't mind my followers asking questions, even if you want to know why I do something a certain way.

For a real-life example:

Last week, a smart-ass emailed Me asking, “I thought Goddesses had temples, where’s yours?”  Now, if he genuinely wanted to know why I chose a palace instead of a temple, then he could’ve asked this without stating the first remark. Except, he didn’t really want to know the answer to that question, he just wanted to piss Me off. It worked a little and I told him,

         

“Fool! My body is My temple. While all and any may be allowed in My palace, only few are privileged enough to come remotely close to My temple.” 

Okay, so there may have been a few more harsh words and I berated him about questioning a Goddess in such a tone, but you get the just. It wasn’t that he asked Me why I did something, it was how he asked. So for him and anyone else who may be wondering where My temple is, now you do. I don't mind answering your questions, but like you, they should be presented in a respectful manner.