June 2023 – Audio Version

Diana held my fingers in her delicate pink hand as she let me to a small room with a long couch; the translucent ruby light washed over the creamy walls. Moments earlier, she had whispered an invitation to join her, insinuating she had some toys that she was sure I might enjoy learning about. I tried not to dance on tiptoe as I followed her milky, white body and bouncing curls. Mmmm, there is such delight in these new experiences with the beautiful goddess. Diana never fails to leave me shocked in pleasure and gratitude for her skill.

Diana paused, bending over to reach into her box and thereby exposing her curvaceous hips and buttocks for my ogling. Oh my! From the box, the divine goddess withdrew a long jingling slip of leather, a collar. My Inner Goddess clapped her hands in glee, but my heart thumped and paused uncomfortably. I took a second as the goddess moved closer. While it is one thing to collar myself, an act I have only done once in my lifetime, the last person to collar me had been one of the great loves of my life, and he no longer walks this earth. I blinked, unsure if I was ready. I inhaled as the collar flipped this way and that in the goddess’ hands as she adjusted the settings. 

If I had not previously been honored to experience the delights of Diana, I am not sure I could have gone through with it. Yet, I trusted Diana. My heart was not ready, at least on this evening, to be collared by a god, but seeing that Diana was a goddess, my sore heart was soothed at the idea. With Diana, there would be no visions of familiarity to tug at my heart. My mind at peace, I lifted my hair to accept the tight leather around my throat, though I admit to taking a couple of deep breaths at the sensation. I squared my shoulders and bit my bottom lip as my Inner Goddess reminded me of Diana‘s words. “Toys,” she had said plural, not singular. What secret delights did the flirtatious goddess have concealed in her box of pleasure?

Diana guided me onto the cushion of the plush couch, several unidentifiable items hidden in her long fingers as her stunning form straddled my body. She started with kisses. Kisses over my cheeks, my lips, down my neck and throat. With a hooked finger under my chin, Diana tilted my nose to the twinkling crimson lights as they danced on the ceiling above us. I felt her hands on my breasts and peeked down my cheeks to see what she held. A round tubelike cylinder was being placed over my nipple, leaving a tiny thin band to gently hold and squeeze the nipple as she removed the cylinder. A matching band was already attached to my right nipple. I was absolutely fascinated as my nipples began to perk and darken to a soft mulberry color. 

With growing disappointment, my Inner Goddess realized we felt…nothing. I did not feel the squeezing of the tiny rubber bands and not the flicking of Diana’s elegant nails against the burgeoning nipples. I thought I had more feeling, though it does seem to be sporadic and only with great force that I can truly feel. My nipples were certainly more perky in their confinement, yet we could not sense Diana’s teasing. I never wanted my nipples to be sensitive more than I did at that moment.

Utterly undeterred by my lack of reaction, Diana tilted my head back, obscuring my vision once more as she reached for something at her knee. More unseen movement caused me to angle my chin down to watch, only to have her thrust my chin up with a dominant insistence. Being controlled by this enchantress had my Inner Goddess melting in eager anticipation. 

Diana‘s hands touched my body this time, not with her silken fingers, but something coarse enveloped her hand, not a vampire glove, but what? A loofah glove, I wondered. I never did find out what it was. With the delicate grace of a revered goddess, Diana brushed my skin with her hand, covering my arms, waist, and even my face in the unique roughness of her entombed hand. The beat of the music drowned my moans as Diana‘s left hand introduced yet another sensation. A tiny bullet vibrator sheathed, one or possibly two fingers. It was a glorious sensation as the vibrations tickled my already sensitive skin as both hands roved, twisting and crisscrossing my body in the dual senses. Never would I have thought to combine coarse roughness with miniature vibration. My Inner Goddess was quite literally over the moon in her delight. My eyes closed, head resting on the back of the couch as I just melted into the moment. I felt free to enjoy the gift that it was not only to be in Diana’s presence but also to experience her salacious attention.

Satisfied that I was sufficiently aroused, Diana rose from my lap, setting aside her instruments of pleasure. The Goddess grabbed my wrist, hauling me to stand, flipped me around with insistent pressure between my shoulder blades, and bent me at a 90° angle over the rich couch. Instinctively my fingers folded the loose material of the sofa to use as a handhold. Earlier in the evening, my Inner Goddess had noted a short flogger trailing from Diana’s hand and surmised this instrument would be her following tool of choice. My Inner Goddess was most correct as soft tendrils whispered seduction on my naked back, shoulders, down my spine, and over my wiggling hips. 

The Goddess Diana is not a sadist, and I felt no fear as I waited for the harsher swats to land on my outstretched buttocks. I am fairly certain that if one were to look at her MRI scans, one would discover she is made of everything sweet and sincere. A living personification of sugary perfection. This does not mean that she should be taken lightly. Diana is, after all, a goddess of untold strength and fortitude. Like her Amazon namesake, Diana is a fearless goddess willing to step into the fray and protect those nearest and dearest to her. The Goddess Diana is a force to reckon with.

Thwacks and tickles alternated over my body. Only once or twice did the goddess give me the occasion to rise onto my tiptoes and furiously blink until the pain subsided each time, soothed away by her compassionate fingers. I adored Diana’s luscious hands as they gently caressed my warming skin. The firm head of the flogger was pressed against my goddess and came away, glistening with my eager need. Swish smack went the small flogger.

Sensing my readiness, Diana placed a vibrator at the pinnacle of my pearl. My body, ripe from the heated foreplay, exploded as she moved and adjusted the small vibrator. My face pressed into the fabric as the thick cushions muffled my screams. Diana rested one hand between my shoulder blades, the vibrator still placed against my goddess, as my body bucked against the vibrations. Thought and sound, music and lights disappeared from existence, as all that mattered was the Goddess Diana and the pleasure her keen skill was gifting me.

At last, my body could take no more, unnaturally tired, it begged not only for release but sleep as well. My Inner Goddess wholeheartedly protested! We had the rest of our lives to sleep! Yet our full day playing in the sun and the lateness of the hour outweighed my Inner Goddess’ imploring. Unable to articulate anything coherent. I reached back and lightly tapped Diana’s supple thigh, grateful she understood the universal request for a time-out. 

Her hand enticingly slid down my back as she pulled the vibrator away, and I flopped onto the couch, breathing hard. A smile tugged at the corner of Diana’s bubbly lips, her curls springing as she once more turned her attention to the toy box. I was about to state the lateness of the hour and politely bow out when Diana opened a long thin box, retrieving from its depths…a wine-colored candle. 

“Yeah, I don’t care what you say. We are absolutely staying for this!!” My Inner Goddess assumed control of my body. Not that I minded too much. It had been almost four years since I had indulged in wax play, yet another fond memory with my past love. 

Diana extended my right arm as the candle flickered in the faint breeze of the rotating fan. Slowly, like drops of glowing blood, wax began to drip onto my pale skin. Heat rippled through my veins at the impact, thrilling my Inner Goddess. Diana did not stop there but, with an elegant fingertip, began to swirl the cooling wax over the surface of my forearm. I was wonderstruck at the concept and sensations: the heat sinking to my bones, the smooth spreading wax, and the tight hardening of the resin pulling on my skin, then heat again as the goddess repeated the process. Drip, drip, drip, twirl, harden. Drip, drip, twirl, harden. 

The experience was sensual and intimate. Others gathered to watch, and soon Diana was repeating the process on those seated near us. Watching the goddess perform the erotic act on someone else was breathtaking. Her enchanting brow slightly furrowed in concentration, and her curls gleamed in the flickering candlelight.

Sadly, sleep could not be put off any longer. One by one, like light switches being flipped off, my internal systems had begun their shutdown sequence. As much as I wanted to stay in the presence of the bewitching goddess, it was time to take my leave. With hugs and kisses, I slipped away. My path was bathed in silver light from the Moon Goddess herself. I sighed deeply as I drove home and processed the events of the evening. I found my heart was full, so very, very full, and my Inner Goddess smiled in gratitude.

Until next time, XO Elsie