For a moment, he began to wonder what he had gotten himself into. She had said to address her as Goddess, but it appeared he was going to have to play out her religious domination scenario much farther than he had anticipated. However, as he looked up to the fresco carved upon the ceiling, he realized he was more than willing.

The fresco that so captured his attention was a professional work of beauty. Dozens of scenes of dominant women and submissive men swept across it from wall to wall, portraying scenes of bondage, punishment, and sexual slavery. In fitting with the theme of the room, the paintings lacked the usual dark, gloomy, dungeon backgrounds, opting instead for modern churches, pagan outdoor assemblies, heavenly clouds, and hellish pits of fire.

"I see you are enjoying my modest little room of worship," the Goddess smiled, walking up behind him. Still holding his leash, she jerked his head back and forced him to look up at her naked body. "This is where you shall begin your devotions. Only once you have learned to worship me properly shall you delve any further into this house."

"I shall do my best, Goddess."

"Of course, you shall, novice." Shoving him forward, the Goddess walked slowly to the black couch and stretched out upon it. "The symbolism here is very simple. So simple, even a lowly male like yourself can understand. If I am sitting upon the white couch, it means you have performed satisfactorily. If I am sitting upon the black, then you are in trouble. Understand?"

"Yes, Goddess." paul felt a chill run up his spine, wondering what he had done wrong already. Looking to the stained glass window above the end of the couch, with its vivid depictions of punishment and torture, he vowed to spend as little time as possible before this couch.

"Come. Now.".....(cont)