Slowly, sensuously, the Goddess lowered her arms and extended them before her. "Now," she continued, "we witness him at a crossroads. Limited by his body, mind, and soul, he now seeks to become closer to his Goddess by submitting to her divine will and allowing himself to be remade in her image. Rejecting now not only his world, but his self, he kneels before us, ready to begin a metamorphosis, with his Goddess as his only guide."

She looked down to gaze upon her naked novice, the cold fires of power blazing in her eyes. "Are you ready to begin your journey?"

His voice wavering slightly with a mixture of fear, excitement, and spiritual elation, paul whispered, "Yes . . . yes, my Goddess."

"Are you prepared to give yourself wholly unto me? Do you accept the destruction of your self that I require?"

"Yes, Goddess, I do."

The Goddess spread her legs wide, then commanded paul to lay his head between her tiny feet. Shaking with anticipation, he scurried across the carpet, wondering if he was to be finally blessed with the touch of her forbidden flesh. Not once during his lifetime of worship had he been allowed to come any closer than to touch, smell, and lick her dirty lingerie.

"Before you can begin you journey, you must partake of communion." Slowly lowering herself, she explained, "You must consume my flesh and my blood so that I may begin to mold you with those tiny portions of my divine essence."

His eyes locked, mesmerized, upon her pussy as it approached his face with agonizing slowness, it was all paul could do to listen to her words. Consumed with thoughts of her forbidden flesh, he could spare no effort to understand what her holy communion would entail......(cont)