The dates had been circled on my calendar for weeks: "JAN. 8, 9,
10 -- THE

GODDESS!!!!!!" After having become a web slave of Goddess Claudia
early last fall, I had dreamed of serving Her in person. I found myself
becoming more and more enslaved by Her every day. Finally, I couldn't
stand it any longer. I knew I had to kneel before Her and pay homage to
Her in person. When the Goddess agreed to let me come down to visit Her in
early January, I quickly made arrangements to travel from my home in New
York to South Florida to see Her.

She let me come down to visit Her in early January, I quickly made
arrangements to travel from my home in New York to South Florida to see
Her.

I could hardly wait, but it seemed like time stood still. I kept
wishing the days would pass more quickly. I was wondering if Jan. 8 would
ever get here. It had seemed to take forever, but finally, here I was,
squirming on a sofa in the lobby of my hotel, waiting to meet the Goddess
in person for the first time. I had called Her after arriving in town and
now She was on Her way over to meet me, and my palms were sweating as I
held the two wrapped gifts I had brought to present to Her. All sorts of
thoughts raced through my head. What should I say? Should I have dressed
nicer? Should I kneel before Her, in plain view of everyone at the hotel?
I was just praying I wouldn't turn into a stammering idiot.

Then, I saw Her. What a sight to behold. The Goddess was walking toward
the hotel lobby, and I instinctively ran outside to greet Her. The Goddess
had told me on the phone that She was even more beautiful in person than
in Her pictures, and as hard as that was for me to believe, I suddenly
realized what She meant. Her long hair flowed down Her back and Her
sunglasses added an air of mystery to Her beautiful face. She was dressed
casually, but there was no mistaking Her stunning beauty or the incredible
body. I was dumbstruck, and my adventure had begun.

The Goddess and I had planned ahead of time to go on a shopping
expedition as soon as I arrived, so after exchanging pleasantries in front
of the hotel we prepared to head to the mall. The Goddess had seen a nice
black leather jacket that She wanted, and I was dying to buy it for Her. I
was driving a rental car, and the Goddess told me to follow Her.
"Make sure you keep up. Don't fall behind,'' She instructed me. No
problem, I thought. I drive in crazy New York traffic every day, so this
would be a piece of cake.

I soon found out I was wrong. The Goddess was flying down the highways,
passing cars, moving from lane to lane, making all sorts of turns. Damn, I
felt like I was trying to catch the leader of the Daytona 500. I could see
Her up ahead, talking casually on Her cell phone while I fell further and
further behind. My rental, a Chevy Cavalier, was practically shaking as I
pushed the pedal to the floor in an effort to keep up.

"Just great,'' I said to myself, "the first task the Goddess
gives me and I'm screwing it up." I began to wonder what I would say
if a cop pulled me over. Somehow, I'm not sure "I'm trying to catch
up to the Goddess" would have gotten me out of a ticket. Luckily, I
managed to keep the Goddess in view as She turned into the mall for our
first shopping stop.

I smiled to myself as the Goddess tried on Her leather jacket. It
looked fabulous on Her. Then again, that was no surprise -- everything
looks good on Her. As I paid for the jacket and we headed out of the
store, I was so pleased that the Goddess had let me purchase it for Her.
For a slave like me who is absolutely enthralled with Goddess Claudia,
being allowed to buy something nice for Her is a thrill.

Next, we stopped at another store, Pier One, where I was honored to be
able to purchase a few more things for the Goddess. It was fun to look
through the various items with Her, and to carry the bags back to Her car
for Her. I was trying to be as helpful as I could for the Goddess as She
shopped, but I didn't want to get in Her way. She told me early on that
She wanted me to walk on Her left, and I spent the rest of the trip trying
to scramble to the left of Her whenever we were walking. Sometimes I
thought it must have looked comical as I circled around the back of the
Goddess or tried to maneuver myself to be on Her left at all times. The
last thing I wanted to do was make Her angry.

As were leaving the store, the Goddess was preparing to go to work
later that evening at one of the clubs in the area. The Goddess sells
shots of liquor from table to table, a job She does quite nicely due to
the devastating and persuasive effect She has on men. She told me to meet
Her there, and to make sure I took a cab and didn't drive because I was
going to be getting quite drunk.

When I got to the club, I had just sat down when I spotted the Goddess
walking toward me. I just about fell out of my chair! She was wearing a
black jacket that was opened part way down to reveal Her amazing cleavage.
Her long legs, which had been covered by jeans during our afternoon
shopping trip, were now evident in all their glory. Her beauty once again
overwhelmed me, and as I gazed down Her legs I suddenly noticed Her
awesome feet displayed quite invitingly in Her open-toed shoes. I am madly
in love with the Goddess' feet and could not believe that here I was,
finally seeing them in person for the first time.

"Well, what do You think?" the Goddess asked, snapping me out
of my momentary stupor. "Goddess, You look amazing," I
stammered. "No, not ME, the club!" the Goddess said. I had
hardly noticed, but there were dozens and dozens of girls dancing naked in
the club. "Look, there are lots of naked women. That is a good thing,
right?" the Goddess said, teasing. Yes, it was, but I had eyes for no
one but the Goddess. Women who normally would have appeared drop-dead
gorgeous to me suddenly seemed like they didn'texist. My world consisted
of one thing, the Goddess, and I didn't want to waste any time or money on
some dancer.

The night ended up being a lot of fun. I spent all my time watching the
Goddess work Her magic throughout the room, and waited anxiously for Her
to return to my table. The Goddess got me quite drunk with a variety of
shots and I enjoyed being able to tip Her for them. The shots added up
fast and I began to feel the effect of the alcohol. The way it worked was
very simple: Whenever the Goddess wanted me to do a shot, She just came
over and handed it to me. No words needed to be spoken, and I had no
choice in the matter. Even in a bar, I am nothing but a slave.

The next night I returned to the club, but it was a Sunday and it was
much less busy. Once again, I just wanted to spend time with the Goddess.
We were going to have a session later that night, and I found myself
watching the clock move ever so slowly. I mentioned to the Goddess that I
was anxious for the night to end so we could have our session, and She
granted me permission to return to my hotel and wait for instructions from
Her.

After returning to my room. I put a pen and paper next to the phone and
lay down on the bed with the phone only a few feet away. As I waited, I
wondered about what the session would be like. What did the Goddess have
in store for me? I knew it was useless to ask Her, because She never
reveals any of Her plans. She knows it drives me crazy, and She uses it
effectively against me. Sometimes She'll drop a hint, which is even worse
because it sends my mind racing trying to figure out exactly what She is
hinting at.

The phone rang suddenly and I jumped. The Goddess told me that She was
ready, and rattled off directions to Her dungeon. As I headed out into the
night, I realized that my ultimate dream was about to come true: A session
with the Goddess. It was 2:30 a.m., and the deserted roads only served to
add to the eeriness I felt about my first dungeon experience with Goddess
Claudia.

I arrived at the dungeon location and pressed the buzzer. The Goddess
answered on the intercom and told me which door to knock on. With that,
the electronic doors unlocked and I stepped in. I took the elevator to the
third floor and softly knocked on the door as the Goddess had instructed.

When the door opened, I could not believe my eyes. I have never, ever
felt so completely overwhelmed by the beauty of a woman in my life. The
Goddess was dressed from head to toe in black leather, with a gorgeous
metal chain bikini top accenting Her outfit. She was wearing thigh-high
black leather boots. Her perfect face and red lips looked so beautiful.
The expression "most beautiful woman in the world" is used so
much that it sometimes loses its meaning, but I know in my heart that
Goddess Claudia is the most beautiful woman in the world because I have
seen it with my own eyes. There is no other way to say it. Not only that,
but I could sense Her power, Her superiority over me. Of course I had
always felt that way about Her, but now the feelings were magnified a
thousand times.

I had barely stepped in the door when the Goddess instructed me almost
matter-of-factly but quite sternly, "The bathroom is in there. Get
changed and come out on your knees." I headed into the bathroom and
tried to change out of my clothes as fast as I could. I did not want to
keep the Goddess waiting. I started to leave the bathroom but realized I
had my watch on, so I quickly retreated and took it off, then got down on
my knees and began crawling out as the Goddess had commanded.

When I reached the center of the dungeon my senses overloaded. There
was the Goddess before me, in all Her beauty. The Goddess is tall, and
appeared even more imposing since I was down on my knees. Candles
flickered and filled the room with a pleasant aroma as music played softly
in the background. This was a moment I had been waiting so long for. I had
a session with a dominatrix once before, but it was nothing like this.
Then again, there is no one like Goddess Claudia.

I crawled before the Goddess and stopped just short of Her boots. I
have a strong boot fetish, so I just stared and stared. "I thought
You knew how to greet the Goddess," Goddess Claudia said. I quickly
and reverently kissed each of Her boots. I knew I should have done that in
the first place, but I was so afraid of screwing up that I hesitated. Now
I was afraid I was angering the Goddess before we had even started.

The Goddess got up and began walking around and I scrambled to crawl
after Her. All I wanted to do was keep staring at Her. I was totally in a
daze. "DON'T FOLLOW ME AROUND!," the Goddess rebuked me.
"Stay still!" I was down on all fours in the center of the
dungeon as the Goddess circled me. I was afraid to look up. All I could
see were Her sexy boots as She began to speak again. "Before we
begin, there are some rules you need to understand," the Goddess
began. "Number one, you are not to speak unless I ask you a question
or You are thanking me for a punishment. Number two; you are not allowed
to look at me above My knees unless I give You permission. And, number
three; you are to do EXACTLY as I tell you without hesitation. Is that
understood?"

"Yes, Goddess," I replied. My biggest concern was whether I
would be able to keep my eyes down. Since I was enjoying the rare
opportunity to be in Her presence, I wanted to soak in all Her beauty with
my eyes. I vowed to myself that I would concentrate and stare as hard as I
could on the Goddess' boots so as to stay out of trouble. At one point,
the Goddess laughed at me when She saw what I was attempting to do.
"You're trying so hard to not look up, aren't You?," she said.
Yes, I was, but it wasn't easy.

The Goddess granted me permission to look at Her spectacular outfit,
and remarked how part of it was a gift I had purchased for Her months
before. I thought how ironic it was that I bought the very outfit for the
Goddess that She was now using to exploit my fetishes and make me even
more hopelessly enslaved to Her. There I was, kneeling naked and
completely in awe of Her. I only hoped She would take pity on me.

The Goddess was nice enough to allow me to begin with a pleasant task.
"Since you love My boots so much, you can worship them," She
instructed me. I took to kissing one of Her boots up and down, being a
little hesitant to go much higher than Her knee. I then kissed the sole of
Her boot, and took the long, sharp heel in my mouth. Not only that, but
the Goddess then allowed me to delicately remove each of Her boots and Her
socks and fold them neatly on the floor. With that, I was left staring at
Her stocking-clad gorgeous feet. "Massage them," the Goddess
said. I massaged them, with the Goddess instructing me on what to do. I
massaged one foot and then She instructed me to massage Her other foot
without touching Her big toe or little toe. The Goddess laughed as I
struggled to massage the middle three toes without touching the other two.

The Goddess then switched chairs and had me kneel before Her again. She
told me She wanted me to recite 20 reasons why I would be going home so
happy after serving Her. At first the reasons came easy: "Because You
are the most beautiful woman in the world, Goddess ..... Because it is an
honor to serve You, Goddess .... Because You allowed me o shop with You,
Goddess ..."

I thought I was doing quite well, which is no surprise because I had
written a similar list for the Goddess as part of a writing assignment She
had given me several weeks earlier. "Some of these sound very
familiar," the Goddess teased. Suddenly, inexplicably, my mind went
blank because I was so nervous. I began to repeat myself, and the Goddess
began pointing out my mistakes. Fortunately, I recovered and recited some
more before the Goddess asked me to turn around and take an unlit candle
off the table.

My immediate thought was that I was about to be punished, because I had
mentioned to the Goddess earlier that day that I was afraid of fire. But,
this time at least, there was no reason to worry. The Goddess instructed
me to take the candle in my hands and take two deep breaths. I became
filled with the sweet smell of cherry. "When you leave here tonight
you are to take this candle with you,'' She told me. "Every time you
smell it you will think of Me." I have the candle sitting on top of
my desk as I write this story. I treasure it because not only was it a
gift from the Goddess, but it was something She made with Her own hands.
And yes, I am enjoying the smell and thinking of Her.

At that point, I was beginning to think that maybe this session wasn't
going to be so hard after all when the Goddess snapped me out of my false
comfort zone with Her next words. "Do you see that long, thin black
paddle with the pink piece on top?" the Goddess said to me.
"Bring it to me."

I did as She said and then She gave me more instructions. "Stand
up and lean against the stool over there. Place your hands on the top,''
the Goddess said. I did as She told me, and then I realized I was standing
there with my butt completely exposed, at Her mercy as usual. Making
matters worse, I couldn't see what was going to happen.

"This is going to hurt You a lot more than it's going to hurt
me," the Goddess laughed. Here I was scared out of my mind and She
was enjoying herself. "We have to redden the area first so we don't
leave any marks,'' the Goddess said. With a surgeon's precision, She began
whacking my butt with the stick. Damn, it hurt. It felt like someone was
burning my ass. But that was nothing compared to what came next. I heard a
whirring noise, and I knew the Goddess was warming up to use the paddle on
me.

Suddenly, all those wise remarks I had made to the Goddess over the
past few months didn't seem so funny to me. I wish I could have taken them
back, but it was too late. I hadn't intended them in a bad way and was
just trying to be funny, but the Goddess explained to me during our
session that they were highly inappropriate and She would not tolerate
them. The Goddess began to whack me with the paddle and it stung worse and
worse. She made me thank Her after each one. "Thank You, Goddess,'' I
would say as I struggled to hold still for the next assault.

I was getting what I deserved. The Goddess had told me I was in for
four punishments and She was true to Her word. She gave me three and told
me She is saving one for next time. The Goddess is very fair about Her
punishments and I accept them because I know I deserve them and it will
make me a better slave. Besides, I don't have a choice.

After this trip, I have vowed to try to avoid as many punishments as I
can. I'm a grown man, but I live in fear of the Goddess. I live in fear of
what She can make me do and of what She can do to me. Since I have to do
what She says, I am going to try to avoid pissing Her off. Besides, so far
I have gotten off easy. My ass was sore for a day or two, but I still
haven't faced the wrath of "Tink." Tink is short for "Tinkerbell,"
which is how Goddess Claudia describes one of the instruments She uses on
the naked behinds of slaves who anger Her the most. Fortunately I did not
see Tinkerbell first-hand, but after listening to the Goddess describe it,
I hope I don't see it anytime soon. Let's just say that it would be a
punishment to remember. Even scarier, the Goddess demonstrated Her whip
for me. I had never seen anything like that before in my life. When She
swung it, the loud cracking noise had me just about jumping out of my
skin. One lash with that and I know I won't be sitting down for a long
time.

Even now that I'm home I know I am at the Goddess' mercy. She can call
or e-mail me at any time with a writing assignment, chore or even a
punishment. She told me She almost ssigned me the task of calling Her cell
phone every hour for 20 hours straight and leaving a message suggesting
different ways She could punish me. That creative punishment would be
grueling -- I was beginning to imagine the horror of having to re-set the
alarm clock every hour during the night and waking up and calling Her, and
then having to go to work the next day and call Her every hour from my
desk. I am so grateful I escaped that one.

Before the session ended, the Goddess allowed me to worship Her feet
some more and to kiss them. I know my foot massage needs improvement, and
I am determined to work on it. By the time the Goddess told me to get
dressed and go home, I had no idea the hour had gone so quickly. It truly
was the experience of a lifetime.

The next day before I left town I asked the Goddess to let me take Her
shopping again and She graciously agreed even though it had been a late
night the night before. I felt so lucky to be strolling in the mall with
Her and to purchase a few more items for Her. Even better, we had the
chance to sit and talk a little, which I really enjoyed. Not only is the
Goddess an incredible dominatrix, She is also the most amazing and coolest
person I have ever met and I always treasure the chances I get to speak to
Her.

It is said that "all men are created equal." I believe this
is true -- we are all given equal chances to submit to the Goddess. As one
of Her slaves, every day I give thanks that I am one of the luckiest men
in the world!