The Temple

The Temple

Content: Snakes, Femdom, male sub, Goddess Worship, breast feeding, oral sex, PIV sex, gag and blindfold, gentle humiliation

It's dreich as the taxi pulls up outside a bar nestled into an old Victorian merchant's building. You pay the driver and make to go into the bar, but as the taxi pulls away, you change direction, crossing the road and slipping unnoticed through an archway. You pull your coat around you a little as the wind follows you to the anonymous black door in the passageway. It doesn't seem part of any particular building. You face the blank door expectantly for a moment before it swings open. You step inside. It is warm & welcoming, dimly lit, richly decorated... suddenly you are in another realm, and as the door swings shut behind you, your shoulders relax, and thoughts of the outside world begin to slip away. A moment later, a short, masculine person appears from a side doorway.

Butler is impeccably dressed in a tailor made, 3-piece suit with an ornately printed damask tie and green pocket handkerchief.

"Ah, Mr Swainson, please, do come through," they say, ushering you towards a steep flight of stairs that descend below street level.

The walls seem to undulate as you step down, but you shake your head, it must be the shadows playing on the green, anaglypta wallpaper, you think to yourself. You follow Butler down the stairs and through into a brightly lit room - curious, given there are no windows, but then you notice skylights above your head. The room smells faintly of incense.

"May I take your coat, Mr Swainson?"

It seems more of a command than a question and quickly you divest yourself of your overcoat, which is glistening from the fine city rain. Butler places the coat on a hanger and hangs it out of reach behind them, before settling themselves on a chair behind a small desk and opening up a green file. You notice it has your name on it.

"I see you've been to worship here before, Mr Swainson? Some time ago..."

It is more of a statement than a question, but you nod anyway, "Yes, that's correct."

"Hmmm..." says Butler. "Well, we don't usually allow worshippers to return once they've left us, but it seems that The Goddess likes you, and has allowed it in this instance," Butler does not seem impressed by this and looks across at you.

"You may sit, Mr Swainson."

As you sit down opposite them, Butler, looks through the papers in the folder.

"Did you bring your re-registration form with you?"

"Yes," you say, hurriedly reaching into your jacket pocket and producing the form, filled out in your neat, careful handwriting.

You hand it to Butler, who smooths it out on the table and looks it over. You notice the gold signet ring on their right hand, embellished with the insignia of a snake.

"You've read this through, of course, Mr Swainson?"

You nod.

"You will be under my charge for the duration of your visit, and I will need to prepare you carefully for your audience with The Goddess. You must submit yourself to my care. You are welcome to leave at anytime, however, if you do so you will not be allowed to return. Should you wish to leave please let me know and I will have your things ready for you. Are these terms acceptable to you, Mr Swainson?"

You nod and agree. Butler passes the form back to you and hands you a pen.

"Please sign your consent here, Mr Swainson."

"Thank you," you say, as you sign. "I feel honoured to be allowed to worship at the Temple again."

Butler takes the form, places it in the folder and files it in a small cabinet beside the desk.

"Come with me, Mr Swainson," they say, "There's a good boy..."

They lead you out of the room, down a short corridor and down another flight of stairs, before opening a door for you. The door leads into a clean and tidy changing room. There is a shower in an alcove, a bench and some coat hooks. Butler instructs you to take a shower.

"I'll be back when you're all clean," they say as they shut the door behind them.

You begin to undress - first your jacket, your tie, your shirt, then your trousers, pants and socks. It feels such a relief, shedding the skin of the world that you've left behind above you.

You step into the shower and instantly warm water cascades down over you, it's just the right temperature, just how you like it. You start to relax a little, to breathe a little deeper. You begin to wonder how you'll be prepared for your audience with the Goddess. Thoughts and memories drift through your mind as you relax into the warm caress of the water. You remember the heady scent of the Goddess, like gorse and heather on a hot sunny day; the feel of her smooth, silky skin against yours, her touch, her desire for you. You sigh as you remember, and your body begins to soften and relax. You're here for her pleasure, and that is what gives you the most pleasure, it makes everything feel right again.

You begin to wash every part of yourself. The soap is scented with sandalwood and cedar, and as you wash you feel as though you are anointing yourself. You cock stiffens under your hand as you carefully wash and caress yourself, dreaming again of your last time with the Goddess. How will it be this time? What will be expected of you? As the water washes away the last of the soap, you notice that the shower stream is weakening and then slowly stops. It must be time, you think excitedly, and you step out of the shower.

You stand on the thick, green mat by the shower, realising that you forgot to pick up a towel before you stepped inside. You peer around the corner thinking there had been some on the bench, but the bench is empty, and you see no towels in the room. Puzzled you stand on the mat, damp and dripping wondering what to do. Should you call for Butler? It seems a little rude. Maybe they'll be along in a minute. You wait a little.

"This is ridiculous!" you grumble to yourself. "Why am I waiting here?"

You notice a button on the wall and go to press it, but a small sign says,

"If you wish to leave, please press this button," and you know that you don't wish to leave, not at all.

Not without worshipping The Goddess. You've waited so long, and travelled so far for Her, for that deep peace that worshipping Her brings you.

You're getting cold and your skin is starting to itch from the water left to dry on it. It's really spoiling everything, your body is tensing up, your mind is circling with anxiety and anger at the situation. You look at the button again and think about pressing it. Then, the door opens, and in walks Butler with a large, fluffy green towel.

"Be a good boy and come over here," they say. Their tone is so authoritative you simply comply.

"There, there," they say. "Did you get a little cold and grumpy?"

You start to bristle, but they simply open out the towel and wrap it around you. It's soft and warm, and it smells like heather and gorse on a hot, sunny day... you start to relax at the scent, despite yourself. They begin to dry you gently, your face first, then your arms and torso, before moving down your legs and then lastly your genitals, which they dry delicately but thoroughly.

"Is that better, now?"

You nod, something in you easing, "Yes, thank you so much."

Butler takes the towel and drops it into a laundry basket.

"Come with me, there's a good boy," they say, as they open the door and step out into the corridor.

You go to put on your clothes, but Butler has already left the room and the door is swinging shut behind them. You don't want to be left behind, so you leave your clothes and trot after them. The corridor seems different to before, a different colour, leading in a different direction. Were there 2 doors in the changing room? Somehow you can't remember. You follow Butler, your bare feet padding along the softly carpeted floor. Butler turns to the side and leads you down another flight of stairs. It's warm here, the light is dim, you think to yourself that you're about to be led into the Goddess's chamber, your cock stiffens again in anticipation of being with Her, worshipping Her. Butler turns again, down a narrower corridor and then opens a side door. You follow, obediently.

"Excited, are we?" Butler comments, looking directly at your arousal.

The room is large, with a thick, soft carpet under your feet. There is a small desk and chair, and you notice the green folder with your name on it lying on the desk. The room is lined with glass cabinets, each cabinet containing sex toys and fetish wear of different types. You gaze at the array and your cock twitches. There are shelves full of dildos, butt plugs and cock cages. Others have paddles, whips and canes. Hanging on a rail in an alcove there are latex and rubber costumes of various kinds. There is another cabinet full of restraints. Lengths of rope in all colours hanging from wooden pegs on the wall. Still another cabinet is full of furry ears and tails of all different creatures.

This is not what you remember from worshipping here before.

"This is the preparation room," Butler informs you. "You may stand here." They point at a small, round mat on the floor. "This mat is for naughty boys who don't keep up their tithe to the Goddess."

Suddenly flustered, and embarrassed you shuffle over to the mat, keeping your eyes firmly fixed on the floor, wondering what will happen next. What exactly will this preparation involve? Butler seats themself at the desk, and flips open the folder.

"Let me see," they mutter quietly to themselves. "What has The Goddess ordered for your preparation today. Hmm... yes, very good," they say and shut the folder sharply before getting up and heading over to one of the cabinets. You don't know whether to look up or not, but before you can decide they are standing beside you, with a leather ball gag in their hands. You swallow.

"Are you going to be a good boy and let me put this on you?" Butler enquires.

Your heart is thumping a little as you nod and then open your mouth, so that Butler can place the ball in your mouth. They carefully secure the gag in place.

"Come with me," they say, and lead you over to a corner of the room.

You hadn't noticed the small, plain wooden desk and chair until now. There are so many exciting things in this room, so many things that you want to try... but Butler tells you to sit at the desk. You do as you are told. They return with some sheets of lined paper and a pen.

"The Goddess feels that your attitude needs addressing, and you are to complete this exercise," says Butler, handing you the pen. "You are to write 'My Goddess is wise and kind, and I am grateful that I am allowed to worship at her Temple', 50 times. There's a good boy. Let me know when you are finished," they say, before returning to their desk.

You sit and stare at the wall for a moment. You did not come here for this, you think to yourself angrily, biting down on the gag in frustration. You look down at the desk, at the pen in your hand, at the lined paper. You notice a button on the desk, and the label 'if you wish to leave, please press'. You stare at it. You chew on the gag. You're so furious to be treated like this, like a child... and then, suddenly, the scent of heather and gorse on a hot summer's day washes over you and you remember how wonderful it is to be with The Goddess, to worship Her, for all your cares and worries to slip aware under Her caress. You remember now, why you came back, after such a long time away, why you travelled so far and at such expense.

You pick up the pen and begin to write:

'My Goddess is wise and kind, and I am grateful that I am allowed to worship at her Temple'

You write neatly and carefully, numbering each line, becoming so absorbed in your task that you don't notice as you begin to drool onto the paper. You turn over the page and start a new sheet, numbering the remaining lines up to 50. You start thinking about how kind and wise your Goddess is, how She seems to know you, know what you need, what you desire, things that you didn't know that you needed or wanted until She took you to those places. You start remembering all the times you've visited her Temple in the past, how much it meant to you to worship Her, all of Her. You're so absorbed in your thoughts and your writing that you don't notice as you drool over the second sheet of paper too.

Finally, you've finished! You're so excited! Surely you will be allowed to worship The Goddess now. Your cock twitches and hardens with excitement at the prospect. You remember you're to call Butler over when you've finished, but the gag is still in your mouth. You wonder if you're supposed to undo it, but think better of it.

"ut... urr," your voice sounds strange and muffled. You can't form the words, but you try again "ut... urr."

Butler does not respond.

Getting desperate now, you try a little louder, "ut... urr."

Suddenly Butler is behind you, placing one hand on your shoulder.

They whisper into your ear, "What's that now? I can't hear you."

Mortified and frustrated you say, "Uturr, ir, I've finnish."

"You've finished, have you?" They say, "Let's see, shall we?" Picking up the two damp sheets of paper and dropping them immediately.

"These are damp! Have you been drooling on your work? Only good boys who don't drool are allowed to worship The Goddess!"

They place their hand on the back of your head, tipping it backwards so you are looking directly into their blue eyes.

"Are you a good boy?"

You try and swallow a little, "euwess," you say. "Umm a gu boy"

They let your head go and place a fresh piece of paper on the desk, commanding

"Write 'I must not drool on my paper' 25 times. Let me know when you're finished."

They leave you and resume their place at their desk.

You stare at the paper. You're fuming. You stare hard at the paper and then at the button. You pick up the pen, and then put it down, fingers hovering over the button. You're ready to leave. Suddenly, that scent again, the warm, sweet coconut scent of gorse and heather on a hot, sunny day... the scent of The Goddess... It sweeps over you, and as it does, something shifts inside you, you begin to give a little, to submit to Her will. If this is what my Goddess wants then... you pick up the pen, and begin to number the lines 1-25, and then you begin to write:

'I must not drool on my paper', in your neat and careful handwriting.

You try and swallow, but it's hard with the gag. You turn your head to wipe your mouth on your well muscled arm. It's humiliating. You bite down on the gag, feeling the rage building inside you again.

'I did not come here for this; I deserve better than this' you think to yourself.

But still you write, still you turn your head and wipe your mouth against your arm.

'I will just get this done' you think to yourself, 'and then surely, I will be allowed to see My Goddess'.

There, you've finished! Satisfied you call Butler again.

"ut... urr."

It's so frustrating not being able to speak. Not being able to use your voice to command respect the way you do in your daily life.

You try again, "ut.. urr."

You hear Butler's chair and then they are behind you again, their hand placed on your shoulder.

"Are you being a good boy for me?"

"Eues, Uturr, ir, I've finnish."

"You've finished, have you?" They say. "Let's see, shall we?"

They pick up the still dry paper.

"That's much better, good boy. Let's clean you up a little, shall we?" They say, producing a warm, damp cloth.

They start to gently, wipe your mouth and chin. Noticing the wetness on your arm, they wipe that away too. It is strangely soothing and comforting, to be tended to like this. You start to relax, you've been a good boy, you're clean again, surely you must be about to see The Goddess?

"There, that's better, isn't it?" Says Butler, softly, stroking your head.

They head back to their desk, returning with 2 more sheets of paper.

"Now you're ready to begin," they say, placing the paper on your desk.

"You can do this properly now, can't you? Write 'My Goddess is wise and kind, and I am grateful that I am allowed to worship at Her Temple', 50 times," they turn on their heel and are gone.

You're left staring at the blank paper again. You pick up the pen and put it down. Staring at the button on the desk.

"I could leave," you think to yourself. "I could just get up and leave."

But then... you pick up the pen, and carefully number the lines before you begin to write:

'My Goddess is wise and kind, and I am grateful that I am allowed to worship at Her Temple'.

You notice you're beginning to drool again and turn your head to wipe your mouth on your arm. It doesn't seem so bad this time. You feel something inside you soften, you feel less resistant. The way of being in the outside world that demands that you be something that you are not starts to ebb away. You begin to see that your Goddess is wise and kind, and She is bringing you back to yourself. You are so grateful to be here. Your eyes well up a little, something stirs deep inside of you, begins to shift and soften a little more. You turn over the page, and number the lines up to 50. You write:

'My Goddess is wise and kind, and I am grateful that I am allowed to worship Her'

It starts to feel like a prayer, a mantra. You write, and every now and then you turn your head to wipe your mouth against the soft warm skin of your arm. And then you are finished. Finally! You are so excited. Finally, I will be allowed to see My Goddess, you think to yourself.

You call Butler again, louder, more confident this time, "ut... urr! ut.. urr!"

Butler, doesn't move.

"Uturr!" You try again, and then suddenly they are behind you.

They place their hand on the back of your head, tilting your head so you are looking directly into their steely blue eyes.

"Getting impatient, are we? I thought you were going to be a good boy for me?"

You start to panic; you've done so well! You've done everything Butler has told you to do. You are so close to seeing Your Goddess again, so close, so desperate to be with Her.

"Sore.. ee! Sore.. eee! Pease Ut.. turr, ir, I've finnish," you mumble, staring up at them desperately.

"You think you've finished, do you?" They say. They pick up the two sheets of paper and examine them closely.

"Hmmm... Good," they say. "You're improving. Nice and neat, nice and dry."

You start to relax a little. Perhaps it's okay, perhaps they will wipe you down again with the warm cloth, but instead, they produce two more sheets of paper and set them down on the desk.

"Write:

'I am here to serve My Goddess. My body is Hers to use as She desires.'

"50 times," and with that they return to their desk.

You stare down at the blank paper. You're infuriated, sticky, uncomfortable and still drooling. Your patience is wearing thin as you angrily wipe your mouth against your arm. You stare at the button on the desk.

"I could leave" you think, "I could just get up and leave".

Your frustration breaks and you start to cry. You don't know where the tears are coming from or how to stop them. You never cry. Not knowing what else to do you pick up the pen and start to write. Wiping the tears away from your eyes, wiping your mouth and nose against first one arm and then the other.

"I must not spoil my paper," you think to yourself, as you focus firmly on your task.

You carefully number the lines and begin to write:

'I am here to serve My Goddess. My body is Hers to use as She desires.'

Over and over. It is strangely soothing to write this. It is all you have ever wanted since you were a little boy, to serve women, to serve the Divine Feminine, to worship at Her Temple.

Your breathing calms and deepens as you write. Your tears still and your body relaxes. You turn the paper and number the remaining lines up to 50. 'I am here to serve My Goddess. My body is hers to use as She desires', you write, over and over. You realise that somehow you are enjoying this task. Writing this prayer over and over, this mantra. The rhythm of the pen on the paper and the periodic wiping of your mouth and nose against your arm. You wonder if perhaps you'll be allowed to stay here, at this desk, writing your prayers to Your Goddess forever. It is so simple a task, so satisfying. Your body is Hers, you are here to serve Her and Her alone, whatever She desires of you. You trust Her. You trust Her kindness and her wisdom. You know that all She wants is for you to be well, and happy and free from suffering. You feel surrounded by Her love.

You have reached the end of the paper. You set down your pen and sit leaning gently against the back of the chair. You feel soft and warm and open. You turn your head to wipe your mouth against your arm and see Butler coming over to you. They are smiling. Gently they remove the gag from your mouth, and begin to wipe your mouth gently with a fresh, warm cloth. That scent again, of gorse and heather on a hot summer's day.

"You're such a good boy," they say, "I'm very proud of you".

They pick up the sheets of paper and take them back to their desk, carefully placing them in your file. They come back over to you, telling you to stand and then come with them. You follow them obediently out of the room and down a long corridor, and another flight of stairs leading further down below the city above. They open a side door and lead you into a room that is entirely pink. Pink walls, pink carpet, pink furniture, it even smells pink. The only thing that isn't pink is the green folder on the desk that has your name on it. There is a small, round mat on the floor, and it is on this circle of pink that Butler tells you to stand. You stand patiently, knowing that whatever happens next, it is The Goddess' will and desire for you.

"I am to take your measurements now," Butler informs you.

"Of course," you reply. "Whatever The Goddess desires."

Butler beckons you to stand by a measure marked out on the pink wall.

"Mmm, 6'1" tall," they mutter to themselves, before writing it down in your file.

They indicate that you should stand on the pink scales.

"13 stone 5 pounds" they say, writing it down, before indicating that you should stand on the pink mat again.

They produce a tape measure, and take your chest, waist and hip measurements, and then your inside leg measurement.

"Excellent," they comment, jotting down all the measurements in your folder.

"Penis," they say, holding the tape measure to your groin. Gently they take your penis in their hand and start to hold and caress you.

"Good boy", they say reassuringly, as you harden and stiffen. Then they take the measurement of your hard cock, the length and girth, and write it down.

"I need you to bend over for me, there's a good boy," they say, "you may place your hands on the desk."

You do as they say.

"That's right, now spread your legs a little for me."

You do as you're told.

"Good boy!" they say, as they hold the tape measure into your groin again, this time measuring the drop length of your balls.

"Stay there for me", they say, and you hear them open a drawer behind you.

You wonder what is to happen next. Butler returns placing a set of pink furry bunny ears on the desk. You don't know whether to laugh or get cross. You hear them putting gloves on and pop the lid off a bottle.

"I just need one more measurement," they tell you, as they place a finger gently on your anus.

You stiffen slightly, and then relax under the gentle circling motion of their finger.

"Good boy, that's right, you can just relax now. Lots of our worshippers enjoy being measured for a tail," they say, gently caressing your buttocks with their other hand.

"Can you open up for me a little?" They ask, as they begin to press their finger gently inside you.

There's that warm, scent again of The Goddess, gorse and heather on a hot sunny day. You find yourself relaxing into Butler's touch, opening up for them.

"That's it, good boy," they say, circling their finger inside you, opening you up.

"Can you open up a little more for me?"

You let yourself relax a little more as they press a second finger inside you, this time curling their fingers down, making you shudder and your cock harden.

Butler laughs softly, "you like that, don't you?"

"Yes," you say. "Whatever The Goddess desires. My body is Hers to use as She wishes."

"That's right! You're such a good boy. You've learned your lessons so well," replies Butler. "I'm just going to fetch your tail now" they say, gently withdrawing their fingers from inside you.

You can hear them opening a cupboard and then they place your tail on the desk for you to see. It's pink, and fluffy like a rabbit's tail, with a pink butt plug attached. Butler places their hand on the small of your back and strokes your buttocks gently.

"Just relax and open up for me again, there's a good boy," they say, as they gently press the plug into your hole, circling it as your body takes it inside you. They step back to admire their handy work.

"That's so pretty on you," they say. "The Goddess will be pleased."

You find that you like the feel of having the plug of the tail inside you, and the way that the fur tickles your buttocks. Butler places some more items on the desk in front of you: some pink cuffs, a pink blind fold, and a large pink ribbon. You start to tingle inside and you know you're getting wet. You so want to be a good boy for your Goddess, to make her happy. Butler tells you to stand up tall, and place your hands behind you. You do as you are told, and they fasten the cuffs firmly around your wrists and then fasten them together.

"That's a good boy," they say, "The Goddess will be so proud of you."

They tell you to bend down a little and then place the pink bunny ears on your head. They pick up the pink ribbon from the desk and turn back to you, gently taking your hard cock in their expert hands, they start to tease you a little. Chuckling, they begin to wrap and tie the ribbon around your cock and balls, before finishing up with a large pink bow.

"You look so pretty!" They say, clearly pleased with their work. "The Goddess will be delighted with you."

"One last thing," they say, picking up the pink blindfold. "You can't be without this now, can you?"

You shake your head and lean down a little so they can secure it firmly over your eyes, adjusting the bunny ears as they do so.

"Excellent," they say brightly. "Now you are ready for The Goddess!"

You feel suddenly nervous, will The Goddess really be pleased with you? You sense Butler walking away from you and then hear them opening a door, before returning to your side.

"I'll guide you," they say, softly, and gently place their hand on your upper arm, leading you forward.

Together you walk across the room, and through the open door. You can feel a hard wooden floor beneath your feet, and the air is cool against your skin. You walk together a few steps to another doorway, you don't know it but the door in front of you is open, you only feel the change to thick, soft carpet beneath your feet. You don't see the the head of a woman with snakes for hair carved into the heavy, wooden door. The air changes, it's now warm and fragrant, that soft coconut scent of gorse and heather on a hot, sunny day. Butler guides you to stop, and then helps you kneel on the floor.

They whisper in your ear, "You're such a good boy. I'll come and collect you when you've finished your worship."

You hear them walk away and shut the door behind them. Now you're kneeling alone on the soft carpet, in this warm, dark space, the scent of your Goddess all around you, enveloping you. You inhale deeply, your nervousness slowly ebbing away. You focus on how much you're enjoying the sensation of your tail inside you, and the relief of finally being here, waiting for your Goddess to arrive. Then suddenly she's beside you, whispering into your ear what a good boy you are, and how happy she is to see you again. Your whole body reacts to the sound of Her voice, sending your blood rushing, and a thousand fireworks in your belly. You can't believe that you're here, with Her again.

"My Goddess," you say. "Thank you so much for allowing me to worship you again. My body is Yours. Use me as You desire. I'm here for Your pleasure."

She nuzzles into your neck, gently kissing you, sending tingles down your spine and straight into your cock. You can feel Her hair snaking down your back, caressing you like a thousand gentle fingers, enveloping you in Her embrace.

"You're such a good boy, you look so pretty in your outfit," she says, softly.

You suddenly feel overwhelmed and start to cry, sobs breaking out of your chest. You feel her arms around you then, holding you, rocking you as she holds you against her warm, soft body. She rubs her nipple across your mouth, inviting you to suckle at her breast. You take her nipple into your mouth and begin to suckle, the warm, sweet milk of The Goddess filling you with warmth and love, healing all your wounds. All your cares and worries slip away. You feel held in love such as you have never felt before, your heart opens, and a deep, vibrant peace permeates your entire body and spirit.

"There's a good boy," she says, chuckling to Herself fondly.

Stroking your head, and then placing your mouth at Her other breast.

"You're so loved."

You suckle Her other breast, feeling that you could suckle for ever, held in Her warm embrace, being filled with Her love for you. Eventually, She takes her breast from your mouth and kisses your milky lips gently, tenderly.

"You're such a good boy, I'm so proud of you. Mmm... Let me get a good look at you," she says fondly, and you feel her move away from you, releasing you.

She runs her fingers over your back and down to your tail.

"Oh, how delightful you look with a fluffy, pink tail, and such pretty pink ears too, I bet you can fly with those," she laughs at her own joke.

You feel her fingers now caressing your chest, snaking their way down your body.

"And what's this?" She says, "A gift for me? How delightful."

Suddenly you feel her warm mouth on your hard cock, kissing you up and down, and then her teeth nibbling and pinching your skin. You quiver with the conflicting sensations, then you feel her hair snaking across your skin and tightening around you, your thighs, your waist. She engulfs you with her mouth, sucking you into her, and you groan loudly. It is so wonderful to be held tight by her, engulfed by her. The sensation of her licking and sucking you is pure bliss. You feel your desire rising swiftly, your balls are hot and throbbing, and then suddenly she is gone. You gasp and cry out, lurching up into the air where you think she might be.

Then her voice is at your ear, whispering, "It's time to worship, my love."

You gather yourself enough to whisper hoarsely, "Of course, My Goddess. It is my honour and privilege to worship you."

You hear Her draw up a chair and then She gently guides your head forward, and you feel Her place Her soft warm thighs against your shoulders. You breathe in Her heady, spicy scent. Turning your head, your mouth finds Her soft skin and you begin your worship. You softly kiss the warm skin of Her thighs until you feel Her relax, before beginning to kiss Her sex. You gently kiss and softly lick Her warm pussy until it begins to part under the gentle pressure of your tongue. You taste Her musky, spicy wetness beneath, licking your way tenderly towards Her clit. When you find it, you breathe out, tickling Her with your breath, before kissing all around it. Her hips start to move, pressing Her thighs rhythmically against your shoulders and you hear Her gently hissing as She breathes out. You continue your worship, kissing, licking and sucking her lips, until Her hips are lifting up towards you. You shift your attention to Her clit, circling it with your tongue, changing the pressure and movement, as Her arousal rises. Her thighs begin pressing in against your cheeks drawing you towards Her, engulfing you. Her breath is ragged now, She is moaning and hissing with intense pleasure. You continue your worship as Her body lifts and stiffens against you and She releases her orgasm around you, groaning and hissing into the darkness.

She laughs contentedly as She releases your head from Her thighs, and you lay your head to one side against Her. She strokes your hair softly.

"You're such a good boy," she says. "You've learnt to worship very well... Kneel back for me sweetheart," she says, suddenly commanding.

You do as She says.

"I want to make use of my gift now."

You feel her untying the bow around your hard cock and hot balls. Then you feel Her mounting you, Her warm, wet cunt engulfing your hard, dripping cock. You feel Her milky breasts pressed against your chest, Her arms around you and a thousand snakes wrapping themselves around you tightly. You can't move. You're Hers entirely now, your whole body engulfed in Her embrace. You submit yourself, letting go of everything, lost in the sensation of Her skin against yours, Her scent in your lungs, Her strong, pulsing cunt holding you inside Her, using you for Her pleasure. You feel Her whole body writhing and pulsing against you, enveloping you tighter and tighter. She is groaning and hissing, you can hear Her pleasure rising again as She squeezes your cock harder and faster, drawing you more deeply inside Her.

Then Her mouth is at your ear, whispering, "You may make your offering now, my love."

You let go of everything, releasing yourself into the intense pleasure as your body spasms and comes, deep inside Her. Your offering to The Great Snake Goddess. She sucks you up into Her, and you feel like you are drowning in Her orgasm, that there is no separation between you, you are one with Her, one with all things and all time.

Slowly, gently She begins to release you, laughing softly with Her enjoyment of you.

"You're such a good bunny," she says. "You must come and worship Me more often..."

"It would be my honour, My Goddess," you say, resting your head against her shoulder.

"Don't leave it so long next time," she whispers in your ear... and then somehow, suddenly she is gone, and you are left alone, kneeling in the darkness.

Part of you wants to cry out for Her, but you are also filled with a sense of deep peace and contentment. You kneel in the darkness savouring this peace, feeling suffused with the love of your Goddess.

A while later you hear the door open behind you, and Butler's now familiar footsteps, walking towards you. They place their hand firmly, but gently on your shoulder.

"Come with me," they tell you. "There's a good boy."

They help you up onto your feet, and gently support you as they walk with you. As your feet leave the soft carpet and step out onto the wooden floor, you hear a heavy wooden door, with the head of a woman who has snakes for hair carved into it, close gently behind you.

Butler guides you along the corridor and into another room. They help you to a chair and then they gently remove your pink bunny ears, and pink blindfold. They release your arms and remove the pink cuffs. You roll your shoulders a little and blink into the dimly lit room. It is painted a dark blue, like the night sky, and above your head stars seem to twinkle. Butler tells you to stand and lean forward against the desk in front of you. They gently remove the pink, fluffy tail, and you feel suddenly naked without it.

"Shall I leave you to rest for a while?" they enquire gently.

You notice the cosy looking bed in the corner, it looks so inviting.

"Yes, please," you say, gratefully.

"I will come back for you when you've rested," they say. "I've left some food for you here," and they indicate a tray filled with your favourite foods and drinks on a small table.

They close the door gently behind them. Once they have gone you, nibble at some dates they have left before climbing gratefully into the warm bed, you look up at the stars beneath heavy eyelids before drifting into a deep, dreamless sleep.

You wake feeling completely relaxed and rejuvenated. You have no sense of how long you have slept for or how long you have been at The Temple. You notice the light in the room getting a little brighter. You get out of bed and take a shower. The water is just the right temperature, just how you like it. The soap is scented with sandalwood and cedar, and you feel that you are anointing your sacred body as you wash yourself. You step out of the shower and there are warm, thick towels to dry yourself. You notice that your clothes are folded neatly on a shelf beside you. You dress, and suddenly hungry, sit and eat at the table. The food is the most delicious that you have ever tasted. Delicate Middle Eastern savoury pastries, salads and fruits. You are just finishing when there is a knock at the door and Butler comes in.

"Is there anything else that you need Mr Swainson?" They enquire.

You shake your head, realising that it is time to go. You take a deep breath, wondering when you will be visiting again. You feel so deeply relaxed and at peace now, so strong in yourself, so certain of who you are, so loved. The Goddess has met some deep need in you that you weren't aware of having before, and you are rejuvenated and strengthened again to face the world.

Butler holds the door open for you and you follow them back through a series of winding corridors and flights of stairs, leading you up and up, back towards the city. Suddenly you are at the lobby on street level. Your coat is hanging there, waiting for you by the door. Butler holds it for you, slipping it up over your shoulders. Then it is time.

They open the door, and say, "Thank you for worshipping with us, Mr Swainson. We hope that you will be back again soon."

You look at them with deep gratitude.

"Thank you for allowing me to come back and worship," you say.

Then you take a breath and step back into the grey city, noticing that the sun has begun its slow ascent into the sky. You walk across the street to the taxi that is waiting for you by the bar, and as you get in you notice that the driver has a snake tattooed along the side of their neck.