And so - he gave in to his desire, to his need - and sent The GODdess a small tribute and polite letter of introduction. And thus began his new life - reborn as one of Her devotees - a life that was filled with intense emotion and excitement, and in which his every action was, in ways large or small, affected by his new role as one of those privileged men whose hearts and minds and bodies and wallets were owned by Her.
But still - there was some small part of him that still felt that he might be able to resist Her - that he might be able to put Her out of his mind - that he might go back to his rather ordinary life as it had been lived before he gave in to the desire to be Hers.
And so - he tried to break away. In an act that he now knew to be deep foolishness, he had stopped his service to Her Perfect Self. But rather than forgetting Her, that action only made his obsession even worse. He missed Her terribly. He missed Her daily emails, and their frequent chats, and the excitement of receiving Her wonderful visual treats, and the exhilaration contributing to Her lavish GODdess lifestyle. His life was now consumed by feelings of emptiness and loneliness, feelings of unsatisfied desire, and ever-present feelings of regret.
Would She take him back? He didn't know. He certainly feared that She might not. All he really knew was that he would have to try - he would have to do whatever it might take - to regain his position in Her world - to regain the sense of fulfillment in life that came only with submission to and service to Her Perfect Self.