Trembling after what he could only call the ‘unimaginable pleasure’, Ravar regarded his new Goddess with a hungry gaze; that it was the mere snapping of her fingers made it all the more decadent. She stood a foot taller than him on her golden high heels, skin of creamy alabaster hue, wearing a short leather wrap-around skirt, red thigh high sheer lace stockings, a red vest, bra cupping breasts as large as his head sticking an inch out of the vest. Blonde curls cascaded down from her head in sumptuous lion-mane like style to her bosom. Her face was just as the one he’d seen before the temple, but infinitely more lovely.

They stood in a cavern that was large enough to contain a queen size bed of sensuous red fabrics, a tall obsidian throne-like chair, some tables, a cabinet, and plenty of space left over. There was no entrance or exit, no windows, just craggy rock walls curving in lines impossible for his eyes to follow. Not that his eyes were overly concerned with them.

“Now that you have tasted the most meager part of my power, do you promise to pledge your life in service to me?” asked the Goddess, emerald eyes gazing into his own. He swallowed, those long blonde tresses so close to his face, and nodded.

“So say it.”

“I pledge my soul to you, my Goddess.”

Her face became more than beautific, a smile curving those fantastically plump and soft looking red lips.

“Verrrry gooood…” she drawled, and her hand traced down his shirt, slid under the material, laid flat against the flesh. It went down, down past his belt and into his underwear. His cock twitched at the thought of her hand about it, and then those nails, long and red and sharp, were scratching gently against his throbbing hard shaft, wrapping about his balls. He groaned and she leaned closer in toward him, thigh pressed to his hip. The hand tightened, his face screwed up in an expression of extreme concentration as he fought the urge to cum.

“With your pledge this becomes mine, as you are mine. My property, my submissive slave.” she whispered into his ear, nails scraping, fingers squeezing his balls. His cock strained the already sodden fabric of his trousers, the cum building, rising, about to flow-

It stopped. He froze, body rigid, and she laughed. Husky and rich, her throat chuckled her amusement at his impending pleasure cut off.

“Wh- What did you do to me?”

“Why don’t we see?” she said, and giggled, blonde hair bouncing, tickling his cheek. Her other hand undid his belt and the trousers fell to his ankles. He looked down as she moved away a little, hand lowering so that he could see. Encircling his swollen testicles- the cock and them both larger than he could ever remember them being, and so, so hard -was a thick ring of gold.

“It will be on you forever, from this time on.” she said, and moved to behind him, breasts pressing into his back. She slid the shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. “And this…this is a reminder, one that will appear when my month, that of July, comes.”

Her fingernail scratched a diamond shape between his shoulder blades, lightly, just enough to raise the skin. He heard himself groan again, but the inexorable urge to cum had faded; the hardness, he felt, was but a fraction of what it would be in time. Again the nail went over the raised lines, scratching deeper, then again for a third pass. On the fifth gentle scrape he felt blood run down his back, and knew he was marked forever.

The Goddess came back round to his front.

“Now that I have put my mark on you and my collar on this,” her hand squeezed the base of his shaft and it gave a throb, “I will show you more pleasure. But first, know this; whenever you think of me you will become hard; whenever I desire it, you will become hard, but most of all…” and her face turned coy, sly, “whenever you are with me this,” another squeeze, the hardest yet, so hard and producing so much pleasure that he felt his knees buckle, “will be 100 times harder than it has ever been before. Is that understood?”

He struggled to stay standing, gasped out a noise that resembled no words. She brought her face closer to his, used her other hand to grab his chin, nails digging into his cheeks.

“Is that understood??” she hissed, pink tongue darting between perfect crimson lips.

“YES!!” he screamed, held up only by her hands on his straining cock and face.

“So say it. ‘Yes Goddess, I understand. Yes Goddess, I surrender and obey. Yes Goddess, I am your property.’ Say it!!”

That voice, so imperious, sensuous, commanding, laden with sexual sorcery, compelled him to gasp out the words.

“Y- Yes G- Guh -God…d- dess, I huh- huh- derstand. Yes Goddess, I… I surrender, OH! And, and, and, and obey. Yes Goddess, I am your properTY!!!!”

She let go of him, and he dropped to his knees, face bright red, a white nail mark in each cheek stark on the background of tea colour skin. He stayed where he was, on his hands and knees, and she laughed again, lifted one foot and placed it before him. His eyes were arrested the moment that the shiny red material was in front of them.

“I enjoy seeing you like this.” she said with a chuckle, and his cock rose to slap against his belly. She snapped her fingers and it slapped upward again. “In fact,” she went on, “I think I will have you on your hands and knees quite often.
For now however, I am going to give you another taste of that pleasure which you crave so much, which only I can give you. Kiss my shoes, both of them!”

His lips puckered and met the cool shiny leather, kissed them, left an imprint of his lips. He looked up at her, eyes traveling the length of those red sheer nylon stockings up, up and up. He swallowed with a dry throat, the sound audible as a click in the cave, echoing about and coming back to him.

“What pleasure will you, wi-” he swallowed again as he gazed up at what he desired most in the universe, “will you give me?”

She gazed downward, came down on bent knees so that her breasts were close to his face. One hand reached out and wound itself into his dark hair. The Goddess tightened her grip, lifted his head up. He craned his neck forward, lips puckering again.

“Fool!!” she hissed, and slapped him across the face, hair still held. “You presume to kiss your Goddess??”

He tried to turn his face away, embarrassment and shame making his face flush red, but she didn’t let him.

“I am sorry, Goddess. I beg your forgiveness.”

She tousled his hair, leaned her face forward and brushed his reddened cheek with her large breasts.

“Hmm, I don’t need to forgive you, my worthy slave. And I think you are worthy at that. Impudence notwithstanding, of course. Nevermind. A few indiscretions will occur. You can beg me later. For now.. welllll, you’ll find out shortly.
It’s a surprise. You will come to lovvvve my surprises, Ravar, my newest slave. Yes you will…”