Year of the Inner Goddess

August 2024 – Audio Version 

Confound it. The Dom was not naked. I frowned in disapproval.

My Inner Goddess pouted and harrumphed as the swinging door revealed his looming clothed figure. Was that any way to greet me? My Inner Goddess felt smug and self-righteous for her own brattish streak. Familiar with his wolfish attacks at the threshold, I followed my fixed routine and divested myself of bralette, earrings, and even my delicate undergarments before ascending the eight concrete steps to his wide front porch wearing a simple fall jumpsuit. Impishly, I had left my espadrilles on, taking keen delight in the tight leather strips twisting about my ankles. The Demigod could remove them…or not. 

“Do you trust me?” The weight of the baritone question snapped me out of my smug reverie.

I bit my lip, considering his question. Never in our two years had the Dom given me a reason to doubt or panic. Our history was established on trust and respect, yet his imposing figure, six feet tall and 200 lbs, was a constant reminder of his potential power compared to my pint-size five feet, 115 lbs. Moreover, I knew what the Demigod could inflict from his salacious accounts and my own tender body. Under my sapphire curls, my mirror neurons flipped on while my amygdala and nervous system jumped into action, quizzically evaluating the situation from various points of view. 

I bent to adore Bradley, his tail wagging furiously, his eyes filled with innocent happiness, to cover my narrowed gaze as I scanned the Demigod standing patiently by the fastened door. He mutely waited for my answer as I cooed over Bradley, burning my fingers in his soft fur. His long tail beat appreciatively on the leather couch with a loud thwack, thwack, thwack. Never had there been a more perfect canine. 

In his long gym shorts, the Dom stood in a relaxed posture, shoulders at ease, legs in a casual stance as he leaned one palm on the broad oak door. Not a single muscle of his arms or bare chest was tensed, nor was there a flicker of masochism in his predatory eyes. Unable to detect palpable aggression or feral heat in the air, the hair on my arms did not tremble. My senses reported no warning bells. 

“Yes,” I said decidedly, straightening up. My nervous system quivered ever so slightly in anxiety; what had I just consented to? Meanwhile, my Inner Goddess practically vibrated at the prospect of the pending drama. Only then did I notice the bit of material loosely dangling from the Dom’s left hand. 

“Turn around,” he said in quiet command. As the folded cotton was lowered over my head and fastened in a secure knot at the back of my head, I realized that the facade of his honey-stained front door was the last thing I might see for a very long time. 

With the kerchief secured, the Dom took me by one hand, intertwining his fingers with mine as he gingerly led my still, fully-clothed body through the living room, dining, and hall to his back bedroom. Predictably, sultry notes rippled from the corner desk, lifting to warble throughout the room, and the subtle aroma of vanilla intermingled with the flitting notes. Music and candles. Hmm…nothing unexpected. What was he scheming, and how much would it hurt?

The potent Demigod drew to a stop at what I correctly assumed was the side of his bed and moved behind me. His body, hot with an internal furnace, simmered just out of reach of my skin. I leaned back, grateful for the heat that enveloped my A/C-chilled and skittish skin. His fingers, nimble and curious, brushed my humidity-wrecked sapphire waves away, revealing the modish side of my long neck. My Inner Goddess began to purr. 

Firm lips brushed the vulnerable tissue before kissing here and there over my skin. The kisses evolved into light nips, all mouth, no teeth. Sightless and at his mercy, I shivered and moaned, balancing precariously on my high wedges. My Inner Goddess shamelessly giggled. Only hours before, another god had incessantly dined on that exact spot, sending my body into convulsions and screams of inbounding delight. It had been positively an age since my neck had been thoroughly nibbled, and now here it was TWICE in a single day! I gave a side-eye glance at the Fates. How had they uncovered and communicated my unconventional need to be nibbled to not one but BOTH gods? 

“It wasn’t that hard to divine,” said one. 

“You were listening to your vampire/werewolf audiobook on your journey here!” Pointed out the youngest. 

“The manner in which we communicate is confidential,” chuckled the crone with proud mischief in her tone. 

I mentally turned away from Sisters as the Demigod ran the tips of his fingers over the exposed skin of my arms, lips still dining my neck. I felt weak, confident my knees were going to desert me at any moment, as I shivered at the delicious tingles. Kisses followed the caresses from my shoulders, down the length of my arms to my wrists, and back up. The Demigod had only just begun, and my body was already willingly malleable. 

With a stubborn streak rising to the surface, my Inner Goddess was emphatic that we could not, would not go down that easily! Bowing my back occasioned my derriere to curve outward, coming in contact with the still-present gym shorts. I waggled against the Demigod’s loins just so. His girth jumped appreciatively. We wiggled some more, triumphant at the swelling glory. I would have continued my teasing, but a robust nip close to my throat warned me against further measures. Notwithstanding, it felt like a win to my Inner Goddess. 

Kneeling, the Demigod began to unfasten the thin brown strap of my shoe with reassuring expertise. A firm palm on the top of my foot arrested my movement as I attempted to step out of the heel, followed by a chiding whisper, “Not yet.” The right shoe was uncoupled with similar competence. Only then did the Demigod assist in their complete removal, setting my bare feet on the thin Turkish rug. A low thud informed my ears that he set them aside with care, probably under the bed.

Rising, the Demigod dotted kisses from my left shoulderblade to the base of my neck as he brushed my unruly sapphire waves to one side before kissing down the opposite arm. The act was a distraction as his thumbs hooked the thin rouleau straps of my romper. Sliding the strip of material down my arms revealed my unguarded breasts. Though he remained behind me, I was optimistic this revelation would distract the Demigod. Nevertheless, the unruffled Dom continued drawing the light, summery material over the slope of my bosom to my waist. Now, in determining my wardrobe for the affair, my focus had been intent on the sterling qualities offered by the one-piece option, not necessarily on the Dom undressing me, an action customarily my role. Gathered and fitted tightly about my waist to enhance my hourglass figure, it took a fair bit of finagling until it was at last shimmed down my wide hips. For the record, it is shockingly arduous to undress when blindfolded. 

At last, sightless, I stood utterly bare in the middle of his room, awaiting his next orders. But no orders came. Gossamer kisses caressed the ladder of my spine as intimate fingers traced the outline of my thighs, cupped my buttocks, slid around my hips, and flowed north to swirl the knoll of each impatient breast. My head lulled on his shoulder at the disarming attention as he rose, molding his form around my obsequious frame. 

“I want you to clear your mind.” The Dom’s sonorous words tickled my ear. “Don’t think about anything. I just want you to relax.” He finished as he turned me by the shoulders and smoothly pressed to a reclined position on the phlegmatic bed. 

My Inner Goddess was flummoxed. When the Dom messaged, “We’re gonna see what kind of endurance the Succubus has.” serenity was not exactly what my Inner Goddess had envisioned. My mind, too, was a little perplexed and resistant. “Let go?” “Relax?” Pfft…given my proclivity for overthinking and stressing, I was unsure if complacency was even possible. Slackening the reins on my mind could lead to all sorts of undue emotions and tears. Not an option. Best to preserve our decorum and keep a firm hand on my wits. Having said that, the Demigod never failed to disappoint. I settled into the mattress and the waterproof blanket, intent on doing my utmost to yield to the unconventional arrangement. 

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One – Something brushed my left knee. Soft and about the size of a golf ball but elongated and far more dulcet, it ambled up my inner thigh and trailed between my hip bone and navel. The coolness circled the omphalos of my abdomen, journeyed lazily upward and skimming between my breasts before taking the time to become intimately acquainted with each wanton mound. My mind fought between quieting and analytically identifying the mysterious object. With unhurried grace, the object whispered at my throat, traced my chin, and murmured over the tip of my nose. Ahh…a rosebud! I blushed in delight as I misidentified the snow-white carnation. 

Good heavens, the sheer opulence of having the petals of a delicate flower trace every hallowed outline of my skin. Its sensual petals, with their silky influence and seductive scent, left me speechless. I was mesmerized by the elegant dance of beauty and desire, a luxurious moment of unmatched sensuality. My Inner Goddess was quickly hypnotized by the indulgent symphony wrought by a single flower. 

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As I basked in the afterglow of the flower’s caress, a pause, a brief span of nothing, enveloped me. Inhaling, I felt my skin tighten, each nerve flaring in foresight of the impending pain. What implement would come next?

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Two – Something silken, about as thick as a man’s thumb and a bit shorter than a ruler sawed over my leg. A rolled-up silk handkerchief? How delightfully clever! Gripped in both hands, the adroit Demigod worked the silk textile in a sawing to and fro over each leg, my hipbones, and across and around my breasts. The intention was neither rushed nor dawdling but almost reverential as the swishing motion was worked over my enrapt skin. I was cherished by this unaccustomed treat until I was moaning and sidewinding on the bed. It was nearly impossible to hold my body in obedient submission so as not to dissuade the inventive Demigod. My Inner Goddess wholeheartedly embraced the exquisite indulgence as I surrendered my mind and soul to the unparalleled sensation, blissfully drifting in tranquility. 

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Convinced my body had been thoroughly enlivened, the Demigod moved to the next step. 

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Three –  The instep of my left foot was the first to alert me to the third device, shrouded in mystery. The material was coarser than the first two, harder yet malleable. I held my breath, pondering the possibilities. The Demigod dragged the foreign object across my shin. It vanished. An abrupt, though not sharp, tap landed on my inner thigh. My leg mechanically jerked while my Inner Goddess grinned broadly at the revelation. The riding crop! 

Now, this was good fun! Tap, tap, tap, the crop was growing closer and closer to my apex. I observed my delicate shrink back, unsure how demanding the raps would grow. Fortuitously, the leather crop, with its pliant square tip, subtly bypassed my apprehensive slit to tap, tap, tap the fragrant trail left by the carnation. My delicate breathed a sigh of relief while my Inner Goddess pouted, wondering if he thought us incapable of bearing the sting on so intimate a locale. While a few strokes stung over my breasts, it was not enough to redden my skin. I undulated under the treatment, roused and entreating for more. 

It was a marvel how the loss of a single sense not only heightened the remaining four but intensified them to an almost overwhelming degree. My skin was alive with warm electricity, each touch sending a surge of tingling sparks flickering here and there. Every nerve was a live wire, vibrating and humming with an energy that consigned shivers race down my spine. The Dom’s beguiling rendered me consummately weak and inarticulate.  

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There was silent oblivion. My eyes peered ineffectually into the blank void. My ears strained to catch any hint that would illuminate the Dom’s cunning plan.

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Four – My concave abdomen received attention first. It was large, solid, with an unusual texture. It glided straight north to my waiting breasts with little hesitation. A second similar something was brushing the outer breadth of one thigh. Acquiring its prize, the first fondled my shameless breast, molding around the acquiescing bosom. My back arched at the realization, and I bit my lip, my breath short and sharp. Calf-skin gloves!

Bolstered by my response, the leather-clad palms skimmed my alert skin, kneading and stroking at will. For a long time, I kept my muscles rigid, ever ready for a blow that…never came. My rounded derriere was well familiar with the thuddy gauntlet, but as time drifted past on the lulling R&B notes, it became more and more apparent that pain was not the intent of our little liaison. Gradually, my body slackened as my consciousness lapsed into the extravagant adulation. 

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My brain was silent…floating blissfully unaware of my surroundings. 

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Five – The briefest of all the implements, this tool was cold, compact, and gave a harsh smack when it made contact with my skin. The smarting fire was still not enough to blush my porcelain skin but sufficient to knit my eyebrows together with mild consternation. I knew instantly it was the oversized table tennis paddle. I held my breath in portending trepidation. My Inner Goddess braced ourselves for a searing impact, and on my front no less! My derriere impulsively clenched at the stinging memory of the paddle’s savage impact. I reassured mind and body that so far, the Demigod seemed intent on excessive seduction, not sadism.

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Only the breeze from the wafting fan disturbed my body for a long time. Only the soothing melody filled my ears. The Demigod must have discarded the paddle, for it never returned. But how was he navigating, switching tools so silently? It did not matter. My consciousness floated on a tranquil cloud, like a downy feather on a docile breeze, as the stress and anxiety dissipated, leaving my mind hushed and my soul soothed. I lay immobile, my breathing slowing and my heartbeat steady, in a state of nirvana that was both mysterious and intriguing yet undeniably peaceful.  

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Six – In this blissful state of euphoria, dozens of suede tendrils, like gentle whispers, effortlessly caressed my body, starting from my crown and humbly weaving their way down to catch and then trickle between my toes. Poignant tears of release almost pricked my eyes at the beautiful, wondrous sensation. The satiny ribbons sailed this way and that, brushing away the last vestiges of stress, leaving behind a soothing, pure serenity. Even the occasional flop of the heavy ribbons could not startle me. The Demigod fully immersed my body in tangible tranquility as he carefully maneuvered the tendrils to flow in a current this way and that pulled through my toes or over my cheekbone and weaved them through my fingertips. I felt a small tear run down the corner of my eye and into my sapphire strands. 

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My Inner Goddess was confused by her conflicting desire and the enchantment being spun by the precocious Demigod. The tug-of-war between rapture and hedonistic suspense was driving her mental. She began plotting maneuvers to tempt the Dom. What tricks might lure him away from his subtle objectives? She had already been firmly rebuked when she ran the fingers of one hand over his bicep’s invisible muscle. Wordlessly, the Dom had pinned both wrists above her head with such strength that she dared not move them again as he employed the crop elsewhere.  

No matter the games she contrived, my Inner Goddess was thwarted by a comatose body that refused to obey even her most insistent pinches and prods. A faint worry pricked her mind. Via text, the Demigod mentioned he wanted us for dessert. What if…no…it was unthinkable! What if the Dom intended to deny us our ultimate pleasure, forcing us to impatiently bide our time until after dinner?! Unhelpfully, my stomach raised its hand. It liked the idea of food first! Shamefaced, it lowered its arm under the withering glower from my Inner Goddess and was understandably mute the rest of the evening. 

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Seven – My spoiled Inner Goddess need not have worried. Knees bumped against the maple floorboards with a dull thud. Ohh, gods! There was only one thing that would bring the indomitable Demigod to his knees. A slick, hot tongue lapped experimentally at my slit. Unintentionally, my angled knees met, compressing his head between my thighs. The rumbling growl over my slit was a mixture of clear warning and arrogant chuckle. Stalwart arms wrapped around the outside of my thighs, spreading and ensuring his feasting would not be disturbed. 

Adrenaline raged through my veins, my heart beating a tattoo against my ribs as muscles and ligaments grew taut. Dopamine flooded my brain as my body temperature rose, a fine sheen faintly glistening as the oceanic climax rolled through me. My cries, born at my pearl, issued from my throat with unrestrained magnitude. At my vehement physical response, the Demigod amplified his movements, his tongue doing something unholy to my pearl until screams ripped from my writhing body.

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At last, liberated by his virtuoso ministrations, my Inner Goddess was finally free, soaring into the darkening heavens. The thrill of the wind rushing past, the excitement of the first twilight stars waiting to be danced with, she basked in their glittering company, swirling on mighty wings. Far below, my mind dissolved into the darkness my eyes were now acutely accustomed to. 

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Eight – Divergent orgasms seized my body as a thick middle finger was introduced to engender and further fuel my detonating form. Helpless and blind, I surrendered my entire anatomy to the Demigod, becoming his puppet as he directed my burgeoning release with the aid of two fingers and his tongue. My essence faded into the background, my body a mere extension of the Demigod’s erotic agenda. 

Rising onto the bed, the Demigod never detached his center fingers burrowed deep within my slit. Once bodily in place at my heaving side, he wielded them with conviction as he purposefully steered them to the cushion of my inner jewel. My ruby nails sunk into the flesh of his thigh as I clung to him for support and wailed of his dominion over me. Despite the acute pain he must have felt, the Demigod maintained the course, navigating with unwavering resolve until I simply flooded the waterproof bedding, chilling myself as the splashing nectar cooled. 

A primal instinct and sweeping urgency emanated from my panting chest. My fragile lungs, in a desperate struggle for oxygen, seemed to be fighting for their very existence. The little gasps between screams were not sufficient enough to fill them. They would have to wait; the Demigod had more to impose on my shuddering body, a demand that would further test the limits of my endurance and resilience. 

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The Demigod abandoned me on the bed, his appreciated warmth receding and quickly evaporating. The maple flooring creaked as he moved about the room. I shivered. Was it from the profound stimuli, the rushing of adrenaline filling my veins, or the nectar positively coating my breasts, abdomen, and thighs, cooling under the A/C’s stirring touch? My capricious Inner Goddess mused on Demigod’s next ploy. Would the blindfold stay, or was it time for my vision to return and for me to become an active part of the unfolding drama? Having missed my chance on the previous occasion, it had been some time since I had ridden him, and he did have that peculiar tilting trick with his hips that drove my aching Inner Goddess manic. Hmm. My ears twitched, straining for the slightest indication of what would come. My pulse continued to race erratically as my grateful lungs took advantage of the respite. 

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Nine – nine perfect, swollen inches burnished my slippery curtains. A rush of excitement jolted through my body. Fully awakened, my senses sharpened as my body prepared to be conquered in the ultimate convention. My Inner Goddess felt invigorated and fueled by carnal lust, empowered and indomitable. She would come to doubt that last one. 

The Demigod DROVE into my ripe cocoon, nearly splitting me in two!! My shriek of terror, pain, and pleasure was assiduously disregarded. Gripping my calves, the Demigod bent me in half, knees on my cheeks, ankles on his broad shoulders, escalating his prodigious reach as he surged into me with animalistic fury. The rollercoaster of expanding passions and impacting agitation of my orgasms thrilled and scared me simultaneously. Pleasure and pain, a captivating and inciting intoxicant that sent my Inner Goddess rocketing through the galaxies as she embraced the complexity of the human body. There was an undeniable appeal in the raw intensity that, while daunting, reminded me of the incredible beauty of being alive. 

My body’s natural defense mechanisms chimed their warning, nearing the dissemination threshold. With my ankles over my head, my legs had gone numb, and my lower back was ablaze with a searing, white-hot pain as the muscles were stretched to their limit. Internally, my poor inner gate begged for mercy from the battering assault. However, just as loudly, my spongy inner jewel adjourned for more as nectar splashed my hips and his Adonis Belt with every vicious thrust. 

Under the disappointed glare of my Inner Goddess, my waning body formed the petition for brief suspension from the invasive bombardment of the Demigod’s insatiable granite. Perhaps he could be persuaded to try another position? However, he impulsively stranded me once more before I could utter a sound other than a cry or shriek. 

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My bleary mind fought to comprehend the desertion of his magnificent body through the maze of mind-numbing exhaustion. My ethos felt scattered in a million pieces, and I struggled to reassemble myself after the exhaustive exertion. I blinked in misty confusion beneath the loosened fit of the blindfold. 

A towering silhouette materialized between my legs, moving over my body. Authority and respect swirled around him, amplifying as he straddled my thighs and then my waist. A half moan, half squeak escaped as his granite monolith, slick with oiled lubricant, hovered above my bosom. A growl announced the Demigod’s discovery of my naughty peeking. To be fair, it was honestly his fault the thing had come loose in the first place! My hands had been too busy clinging to the bedding to adjust the covering. Gentle but tenacious fingers drew the cotton down, concealing my sight, and my Inner Goddess raced with anticipation.  

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Ten – Gods have mercy. The Demigod crouched above me, resting his intrepid glory between my breasts. His oiled hands, a whiff of purple lavender lingering on the calloused digits, cupped my breasts, squeezing them together to entomb his stiff phallus. My ardent Inner Goddess mustered my half-drugged body. My tongue flicked outward in offering to the Demigod. 

He relinquished his grasp of my breasts, and my parted lips welcomed his distended crown while my tongue twisted the entire circumference. A symphony of flavors capered on my tastebuds. Massage oil blended with the sharp pertness of the absent protection. My tongue absorbed these, washing them away until it detected the honeyed sweetness of his pre-fulmination. 

Taking control, the Demigod seized his girth, knees gripping my ribcage in an aggressive hold as if, at any moment, I might escape his grip. The slick, squelching sounds filled my ears. My palms replaced his over my breasts, drawing them towards my chin. My Inner Goddess knew precisely what the Demigod liked best of all. 

My tongue washed my nipple in sweet adoration and devilish temptation. It swirled in time to vigorous beating above my breastbone. I switched between the pert mounds, trusting my ears in my visionless state until the mountain above me cried out with a guttural exclamation. In addition to the hot liquid beginning to run down my cheek, dribble off my chin, and the slant of both breasts, my Inner Goddess wore a triumphant smile like a badge of honor across her victorious face.  

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No longer fearing the repercussions, I removed the blindfold and was immediately confounded by the brilliance of the descending sun pouring through the elongated windows. Intrinsically shielding my eyes, I reveled in the warmth and light permeating the skin of my fingers. Heavens, my body continued to be hypersensitive from his ministrations! Beside me, the Demigod was collapsing, his legs limply dangling over the side of the mattress. I chuckled. His superb form was too lanky to lay the narrow way across the bed. Dabbing my face with the single dry corner of the protective blanket, I cuddled into his weakened form. 

Our racing pulses began to ebb as calm glided over our damp skin. The tension and exhilaration that had consumed us only moments before eased with each decelerating heartbeat, and we took intentional conciliate breaths. The tranquility and peace of earlier returned to me as my Inner Goddess pleated her wings in palpable contentment.

Draped over his body…my ashamed stomach rumbled. 

Until next time, XO. Elsie