“What happened to me?” I asked. The question was very urgent. I found myself naked, standing in a large muddy field full of other naked men. The others all seemed to be engaged in some kind of construction project, and if my sudden appearance among them surprised them, they showed no sign to that effect.

“You died,” Goddess Marquesa answered. “This is the afterlife.”

That answer didn’t really sink in right away. I was too disoriented by my surroundings and by the presence of Goddess Marquesa, who was as gorgeous as I remembered her being. She wore a short black dress that showcased her perfect breasts and legs. Her green eyes held mine magnetically. Though she was standing in black stilettos in the mud, none of the dirt had soiled any part of her clothes, shoes or body

“The afterlife? Are you dead too?” I asked.

This made her laugh. “I can’t die, silly. I am Goddess. i am Eternal. You fell under My spell in the form you see Me now, as Goddess Marquesa on earth. But i am Her cosmic Self.”

“Wh-why are you here with me now?” I stuttered.

“I’m not here with you, you are here with Me,” she replied. “You belong to Me.”

“Belong to you? Why? I haven’t seen you for years.”

“It is true, when I offered you the chance to become My slave on earth, you were too frightened to accept My generous offer. But you loved and yearned for Me your whole life, masturbating to Me constantly. You always belonged to Me, you just couldn’t realize or accept that. But you are home now.”

“Home?” I repeated, feeling as clueless as I sounded.

“Exactly. Among My other slaves, who have the privilege of serving Me. Now get to work.”

“What are we doing?”

“Building My Palace.”

“Your palace? Where do you live now?”

She pointed to a point on the distant horizon, “Over there, in the part of the Palace that has already been built.”

“When will the Palace be finished?” I asked.

“The Palace will never be finished. The point is not to finish. The point is to serve.”

“What if I don’t want to serve?” I whined.

She laughed again, much louder than the first time. The sound made my cock, already hard from the sight of her, become painfully stiff. “Don’t be an idiot. You love Me too much to refuse to serve. Now get to work.”

I obeyed. I had no choice. I do love her too much. I have always loved her too much. On earth I had capitulated to fear and insecurity and run from her. I was afraid of what she would teach me about myself, of how she would change me. I bought all of the bullshit about what it meant to be a “real man,” and couldn’t let myself live on her leash, where I would have been so happy. But in the end you can run away from everything but yourself, and now I was Hers.

That was five hundred years ago. I’ve been working ever since. The task is backbreaking. Heavy stones have to be lifted. Beams secured. Enormous trenches dug. The Palace keeps growing, becoming more splendid. Every few years I catch a glimpse of her. Once she walked by where I was working and let her fingers brush my cheek.

Today she appeared before me again as she had on my first day. “Happy Five-hundredth anniversary slave,” she declared.

“Thank You, Goddess,” I replied, bowing my head.

“I have come to offer you a reward,” she explained.

“I thought serving you was its own reward,” I objected.

“That is true,” she agreed. “But I am a generous Goddess, and so I like to offer My slaves an extra reward every 500 years. You may choose the reward you desire from two that I offer.”

She waved her hand, and a portal appeared in the air next to me.

“This is the first option,” she said. “What you see through this passage is another part of the afterlife. If you so desire, you may go there now.”

I looked through the gateway. It opened onto a bright sunny meadow, filled with people, some of whom I remembered from my earthly life. Several women that I had crushes on in high school and college were there, beckoning to me with warm smiles and inviting gestures.

“What is my other choice?” I inquired.

“You may kneel and stroke to Me now while I watch,” she declared.

She laughed as I stroked, and that music drove me so wild with arousal that I orgasmed with the cathartic force of a volcano. Oh Goddess, OH GODDESS! Knowing that I will have the chance to do that again will make the next 500 years pass quickly ….

The End