She knew the effect that Her incredible beauty and power had on men like
him. He worshiped Her. He adored Her. She called him Her pet, and that
was how he felt. He was Her devoted plaything -- Her trinket. For him the
very meaning of life was to serve and support Her, and he was not alone.
She demanded financial tribute to Her beauty and power from all Her pets,
and they gave tribute as regularly and generously as they could, taking
pleasure from their knowledge that their financial sacrifice enabled Her to
live a lavish and extravagant life of ease and comfort.
Yes - She understood well the need of Her pets to tribute her. And She knew
as well that special point of obsession and weakness within each of them.
She knew their weaknesses - and She used those weaknesses to Her advantage
-- to extract every last penny in tribute that each of Her pets could
afford.
For him, as was the case for many, it was Her hair Her long, thick,
lustrous, golden locks. He had never seen anyone with hair like Hers, and
his fantasies were filled with thoughts of touching it, of brushing it, of
kissing it, of the image of Her hair falling down across Her breasts.
And now here he was -- in the presence of Her Perfect Self -- but in Her
typically devious and tormenting way, She had decided he would be
blindfolded -- unable to see the object of his obsession.
"Oh look at you puppy" She laughed. "So close but unable to look at Me
while I brush My hair in front of you. Can you hear that sound puppy?
That's the sound of My brush making long smooth sweeps through my glorious
blond hair. You CAN hear it, can't you puppy?"
"Oh yes Goddess" he whimpered. "Yes. Oh please please may I remove the
blindfold. Please. Oh Goddess. You know how much I worship You. Please
-- m...may I brush it for You Goddess? Please?"
"Oh you poor little puppy" She laughed. "You're suffering, aren't you. I
can see that." Then, reaching over, She placed the hairbrush in front of
his lips. "Here, puppy. My brush is right in front of you know. Kiss it
for me. Show Me your love by giving a nice little kiss to My brush."
Obediently, and with passion, he gave the brush a kiss. She laughed, and
then returned to brushing Her hair, all the time enjoying the look of
absolute torment on his face – until She could see that he had moved into
that mental space where there was nothing – nothing at all -- that he
would not do for Her.
"Poor puppy" She laughed again. "Poor poor puppy. " Standing up, She
stood over him and let Her hair fall across his face. "Your need is just so
great, isn't it puppy. Tell me puppy -- is there anything you would deny
Me now? Anything you would not do for your Goddess? No – of course not."
And She laughed again -- and then smiled, thinking of the nice new car
that he was about to buy for her.
