Letter to a goddess

Letter to a Goddess…

Dear Goddess,

As You stood before me for the very first time i was overcome with a profound feeling of gratitude. i had always known You existed but now to actually see You i became filled with a mix of nervous excitement, thankfulness, arousment, and total adoration.

Actually, You didn't 'stand' before me, You now walked in front of me in a busy shopping street, me following just a few meters behind You, my eyes and ears intensely focused on the sight and sound of Your black stilletto heels. If i approached You closer i could even hear the sweet sound of Your nylon-covered legs as they rubbed against one another with each pace. But i could not come too close…
i had first noticed You in a flash as You left one of the expensive designer-clothes shops. i had immediately left all other thoughts and obligations and knew there was now only one thing left for me to do: worship You, and somehow become Your servant. This is the Woman i MUST submit to. It had suddenly become my only mission in life!
But how to proceed? How was i to approach such a Goddess…? How could i even think i could start a conversation with the most divine Lady i had ever laid my eyes upon? Yet i felt i absolutely had to make You aware of my submissiveness and my adoration for You. My mix of eagerness and admiration, of frustration and fear grew with each passing minute. But then, something unexpected happened: You dropped a lighter from Your bag and before You could bend to pick it up it was in my hand and i stood up straight to offer it back to You: "At Your service Madam" was the only sentence i could bring forth. Our eyes met for the first time. From up close You looked even more stunning. What a powerful face! Your dark-red lips, the deep make-up accentuating Your intensely dark eyes, Your hair sternly pushed back. You were wearing a tight leather skirt, a , black nylons and ultra-high black stillettos, all so very feminine and yet so powerful! And now i could even smell Your perfume… Full of expectation i stood there, breathing heavily and looking full of adoration at the Goddess in front of me. You clearly noticed my admiration, gave me a little smile and said "Thank you", As You wanted to proceed on Your way i could think of no other way than to make my point by raising my voice a little and repeating myself: "At Your SERVICE… Madam!" You now quickly looked back at me, with a more severe and piercing look. It was now obvious to You that i stood there as a slave and that i had no other wish than be Your servant… You observed me from top to bottom, several times. It felt like an inspection, right there in the middle of the street! "Mmm.. so you want to serve me?" You said. "Wanna carry my bags?" You handed me Your shopping bags and ordered me to follow You after explaining some simple rules to me: i was to walk just a few steps behind You in exactly Your pace, with my eyes always focused on Your high heels. When You stopped to look at a window, i was to stop also. i was allowed to follow You into the stores on Your shopping spree.. however i was not to speak to You unless spoken to. And all bags were to be carried by me except for Your personal handbag. With each purchase the load i was carrying was getting heavier and i was feeling an intense pride to be allowed to serve You like this. Best of all, i was even allowed to pay for some of the purchases. "Do You have money?" You asked. "Well then buy this for me!" It must have been very obvious to anyone on the street and in the shops that i was there as Your servant. i felt a combination of pride and shame, of great joy and humiliation… We shopped, for hours. We went into all the boutiques and designer clothing shops. Sometimes You went into a fitting room and You had me stand outside, like a body-guard or i was ordered to search for a different size of a particular item. At one point You even had me ask a sales-lady to look for a different size bra "for my Mistress"… At times i could not resist taking a peek at You while You were trying on a new piece of garment. i caught a glimpse of my Goddess inside the fitting-booth as i handed Her a different size leather skirt which She wanted to try on, and for a brief moment I could see the divine image of my Goddess in just pantyhose, on those high heels… When You came out of the booth in the new skirt i was so overcome with admiration that i fell to my knees in front of You to show my devotion, in the middle of the shop! You pinched my face and said: "So you like that huh? Now sit!" and pointed towards a chair in the shop where I was allowed to catch my breath… You laughed out loud and sadistically. All this happened with several people standing around in amazement…

All along while all of this was happening i found myself in a constant state of delirium, trance-like almost. These must have been some of the happiest hours of my life, and it would have been enough had it stopped there, however… After making Your last purchase You told me: "You have been a good boy, You may now escort me home. Get a taxi for me!"…

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