I arrived in The City on Wednesday from New York. Biggest problem for
me to beat wasn't the jet lag. It was boredom. And being so far away
from my fiancée, who was back east, I also had a good case of
loneliness...not to mention being hornier than hell!

By the time the weekend rolled around, I was going out of my mind. And
since I was to be there for another week and a half, some temporary
measures to solve my condition were in order. I'd tried phone sex with
my sweetheart, what little we could arrange with the difference in time
zones, but it had only left me craving more.

I found the address of an adult bookstore on Van Ness, and within a half
hour, I was there. Huge place, and clearly a popular one, because the
place was packed. For a Friday night, well, I could tell that I wasn't
the only one who was hot and bothered...and dateless.

I'd stopped dead in my tracks when I got to a rack where the domination
and bondage mags were. Somehow, I'd never managed to convince my
girlfriend to tie me up and tease me---something I'd always fantasized
about---and I'd resigned myself to accepting that the only way my
fantasies were ever going to come true were in my dreams.

I was particularly drawn to the cover of one of the contact zines. On
the cover, a very sexy blonde had a male slave on his knees behind her,
kissing her ass for all he was worth while she, with a fistful of his
hair in her hand, was pulling his deeper between her perfectly round
netherglobes. Just seeing a photo of something so hot, something I
could never have, made my cock spring into a full-blown erection.

I was in such a trance, I didn't even hear them walk over to me.

"Excuse me. I don't mean to bother you", I heard the voice say.
Startled, I turned around and saw a couple, a man and a woman standing
behind me. "Oh, uh, hello", I somehow managed. "I hope we're not
disturbing you", the woman said cheerfully, holding out her hand and
smiling. "It's just that I noticed you were appreciating Sondra's
latest cover. I'm sure it would really please her to know that she had
such an admirer." I was dumbfounded. "Y-y-you mean you KNOW her?" I
asked. "Sure, I do...she's a local, well, more like a frequent visitor
in the Bay Area. Fact is, we're on our way to a party...we just stopped
here to pick up a couple of things...and I'm sure she'll be there tonight."

She paused for a moment, then smiled broadly. "Say, why don't you come
over and join us? Then you can meet her and tell her yourself!" I was
flabbergasted, and I'm sure this woman was giggling at the eyes that
were clearly bulging out of my sockets as I heard this incredulous
offer. "Are you serious? Really?", I stammered. She assured me that
she was completely sincere as she reached into her purse and got a pen
and a slip of paper and wrote down the address. "C'mon over, it'll be
fun...we'll see you there!" she called out as the two of them
disappeared out the door and down the street.

I just stood there, tightly grasping the address and disbelieving
everything I'd just heard.Could this really be happening? In a daze, I
walked out of the store and back to my hotel. Suddenly, all thoughts of
my life, my job, my life back east, even my fiancée, all vanished. All
that was in my mind was the curvy blonde temptress, the most incredible
woman I had ever seen.

Nervously but quickly, I showered, dressed and hailed a cab, who took me
to a different section of town, somewhere just off Lombard, I think. It
didn't matter where I was...all that really mattered was her.

The cabby dropped me off at a large Victorian style house with lots of
cars parked in front of it. I paid him, closed the car door and
swallowed hard. Just on the other side of that door was perhaps a dream
come true. I summoned every bit of courage I had as I walked to the
front door and rang the bell.

When the door opened, I was relieved to see the woman from the
bookstore. "Oh, hello!", she said, opening the door. I walked in and
looked around the crowded, noisy living room.

"Come over here", she said glowingly. "There's someone I want you to
meet!" Even from across the room, I could somehow feel her regal
presence. Beads of perspiration broke out on my forehead as I was led
over to where she sat, surrounded by a bevy of male and female admirers.

"Sondra, here's the man I was telling you about." With a knowing gaze,
the woman who controlled my every thought looked up, smiled and extended
her hand. "Hello. My name is Sondra. But you may address me
as Goddess." The faithful around her tittered at her last remark and she
graciously gestured toward a chair next to hers.

Time stood still. It could have been minutes or hours as she sat and
held court, a true queen with such loyal and adoring subjects. As she
spoke, and gave those around her instructions---like fetching drinks or
lighting cigarettes---I discreetly studied her. The photo I'd seen
didn't even begin to do her justice. Easily, the sexiest woman I'd ever
seen. Stark, flowing blonde hair, mesmerizing eyes, and a frame to die
for...curvy, feminine, but muscular and very firm...bountiful breasts
that wanted to burst out of the tight blouse she wore, lovely legs that
stretched all the way up to the mysterious wonder between them, and the
most beautiful behind I'd ever seen in my life. No wonder she had
slaves who would worship her there...who wouldn't?

My reverie was interrupted by the sound of her voice. "It's time for me
to go home, I think. Would you be so good as to escort me?" To my
shock, I looked around and then at her, to find that the lucky person
she'd chosen was...me!

I don't even remember what I said, only that we left, I hailed a cab,
and we made our way to her place. On the way there, I tried desperately
to make small talk, only to hear her laughing mirthlessly at my
discomfort and nervousness.

When we arrived at our destination, she asked the driver to be good
enough to wait for a few moments, and asked if I would mind walking her
to the door. Would I mind? I simply could not believe my good
fortune. Suddenly, there was no one else in the world but her. I was
putty in her hands, and she knew it.

My mind raced as I walked her up the sidewalk. What to do? Shake
hands? A brush and lightly kiss her cheek? There wasn't time to think.
We were at the door and she turned to me. Then, without a word, took my
by the arm, and led me to a place just inside the door. My heart was
beating wildly as I drew near her and pursed my lips. Instead, I heard
her giggle and gently push me to my knees.

"Artemis told me you'd probably be at the party tonight, so I didn't
wear any panties", she said softly, turning her back and hiking her
skirt. "Now for my goodnight kiss..." I was spellbound. Just inches
away was the most beautiful feminine tush I could ever imagine. She
reached back and parted her asscheeks with both hands. "C'mon, you will
give me a deep, long, loving goodnight kiss, won't you...slave?" I
trembled when I heard the word, but I knew it was true...I WAS a slave
to her ass. Deliriously, I leaned in and kissed her little rosebud
softly, gently at first, until I felt her respond, pushing her glorious
backside against me, moaning softly and silently urging me to continue.

I covered her ass with kisses, concentrating on the heavenly ass crack}
that separated her magnificent buttocks. Then, all too quickly, she
stood up and tugged her skirt down. Weak kneed but beyond excitement, I
rose.

"Very well. You may do, after all", she announced as she wrote something
onto a piece of paper, then handed it to me. "Call me tomorrow
afternoon and we will make arrangements for you to escort me out for the
evening tomorrow. Who knows?", she added with a wink, "you might even
get laid."

I didn't know what to say or do, and I'm sure I must have looked very
foolish as she giggled and waved me in the direction of the waiting
taxi, but not before adding, "by the way, it will please me greatly if
you do not cum between now and tomorrow evening...and you do want to
please me, don't you?" I nodded vigorously, stumbled toward the cab,
and sped off to my hotel.

Needless to say, I didn't sleep at all that night, visions of the lovely
woman I now called Goddess spinning in my head, teasing, tormenting,
delighting, intoxicating me.

The day seemed as though it would not end, and it seemed as though every
moment I spent was looking at the clock, waiting for a time when I could
call and speak to this woman of all women. Not a thought did I give to
my girl, the one I'd promised myself to. It was as if she did not even
exist. Get laid, she had said. My mind got stuck on that. There was
no doubt that, if given the chance, I would surely fuck this beautiful
woman. No doubt at all.

Oh, my God! Could it really be me who was getting this mother of all
opportunities. I was transformed, scarcely able to believe that I could
be the one.

Finally, I called. With more anticipation than I had ever had, I
listened as she told me that we were going to yet another party, and
that I was to pick her up at eight.

I arrived promptly, and she put me at ease by greeting me warmly, then
ushered me inside for a repeat performance, and I lavished her rear
with as many kisses as possible before we were off.

All night long, she ordered me to get her drinks and light her
cigarettes, which she blew in my face, then blowing me away with a
swish and a wiggle, giving me a first hand view of her teasingly
delicious fanny, and whispering in my ear, "Can't wait to get laid, can
ya, big fella?" Having obeyed her wishes, and withholding my own climax
was driving me insane with lust. Still, I would not dare disappoint
this woman, this Goddess, who I was sure would soon be mine.

Finally, she strode over to me in that most feminine way, but
purposefully, and told me that we were leaving. It was fortunate,
because by this time, I was sure that everyone in the room had noticed my
raging erection.

When we were back at her apartment, , the cabby was
dismissed with my fare and a generous tip. I was feeling very lucky
that night.

She let us in, locked the door, dimmed the lights, and led me to her
bedroom, again giving me the ass show that was driving me wild.

Now in her bedroom, I felt as though we were closing in on a moment of
truth. Little did I know how right I was. She was turning the bed
down, but when I tried to help, she slapped my face. "Bed is only for
after you've pleased me. And I think you know what I mean. Assume your
position and call my name.

I knelt behind her immediately. "Sondra."

"Who?"

"Sondra."

"You are my slave, and I'll whip your sorry ass if you don't address me
properly! SAY MY NAME!"

"G-g-goddess..."

"Much better." She bent over, raised her miniskirt and presented me
with her naked rear. "Worship time. Before you tuck me in, a good
night kiss." She spread her ass wide. "Now. And if you taste something
on your worthless slave tongue, I think you know what to do with it.
I'd really hate to dismiss you before we fuck, you know." Hearing her
words, the way she called me 'slave', her promise of rapture, I gave it
everything I had. I licked and kissed her ass as though it was the only
thing in the world that mattered...which, at that moment, it was. She
groaned and twisted above me, increasingly aroused by the tongue fucking
her poop chute was getting. Just as I'd seen in the magazine, and just
as she'd done before,she reached behind her, grabbed my hair, and
forcefully led me deeper into her ass. I could taste the remnants of
her excrement, but instead of reviling me, it excited me, driving me to
plunge my tongue in deeper, more passionately.

Finally, she stood up and walked to the adjoining bathroom. "Strip,
lover. I'll be right back." She then closed the door, and I tore my
clothes off hastily, and nervously sat on the edge of the bed, for what
seemed an eternity.

Nothing in the world could have prepared me for what came next. Goddess
emerged from the bathroom, but not nude, as I'd hoped. Instead, she
wore a leather thong, and sported a large black strap on. Smiling
wickedly, she came over, and rubbed the fake prick under my nose. "What
did you think, slave? Did you really think I was going to fuck you?
What a laugh! You are nowhere nearly good enough to fuck a Goddess such
as myself, and you never will be. That's right, shitface. You can
forget about ever sticking that thing of yours in me. But I promised
you that you'd get laid. And get laid you will. When you leave this
room tomorrow, you will be royally fucked. Fucked beyond your wildest
expectations, I can assure you!"

That night, I bedded the Goddess or, should I say, she bedded me.
Fucked my virgin ass until I thought I would pass out. Then, a
passionate and lengthy ass kissing tucked her in for the evening. All
the time, I wept at the loss of my virginity, and begged for release.
But she would not permit it.

Little did it matter. By this time, I was so completely hers, I didn't
care for anything else but being with her, serving her, worshipping
her. In the morning, she used my mouth as her toilet, then forced me to
sign the papers, the papers that gave her complete ownership. She now
owned me, completely, utterly, forever and ever. I wondered what my
boss would say on Monday when I quit my job, what my fiancée would say
when I told her that the wedding was off. How could I go back to my old
life? A new, more painful, more exciting life awaited me, as Goddess