"Not yet."

"Goddess?" Confused, she looked up and wondered if she had done something wrong. Never in the past year had the Goddess refused to hear her prayers. Every morning she begged, and not once had she been refused. What had she done wrong?

"I will hear your prayers, slut, but only after you have performed a very special devotion."

christine's mood suddenly brightened. "Anything, Goddess, I swear it."

Smiling, she told the sister, "I want you to admire my windows. Start with whatever one you like, but study both well." Hand on her hips, she took a step back and warned, "You will memorize every scene upon them, so take as long as you like. When you have finished, return to me and we shall pray."

Confused by the odd request, christine did as she was told. Starting with the window opposite the white couch -- she wanted to save the best for last -- she stood close and admired the stained glass beauty. Carefully crafted into its panes were images of the simplest sex acts, no less erotic for their ordinary nature. Fellatio; anal sex; vaginal sex with the woman on her back, on her side, on her stomach, and on her knees; the common theme of them all was a woman enjoying the lusty affections of a man. Having spent many hours in the altar room admiring the windows in the past, she needed very little time to refresh her memory.

Moving across the room, the sissified sister perched herself upon the end of the black couch and smiled. This window had always been her favourite. Whereas the other was simple and natural, the images portrayed here ran from merely perverse to purely unnatural. Cumbaths; double penetrations, triple penetrations; gangbangs; golden showers; the common theme here was that of men forcing themselves upon wanton sluts who were bound and helpless to refuse. Someday, christine knew, she would get to replay every pane of glass and she couldn't be happier. This was what her Goddess had made her, designed her for, and she would not disappoint.

Returning to her Goddess after only a few minutes, christine once again begged to have her prayers heard. Surprised, but pleased, that her worshipper knew the room so well, the Goddess tossed her jet-black hair over her should and asked, "Do you know why I asked you to admire my windows?"

christine suspected, but did no want to be wrong. Instead, she replied, "I'm not sure, Goddess. It is not my place to question your commands. It is simply to obey."

Smirking, she told her devotee, "I wanted you to know them intimately because, starting tonight, I shall allow any man who so desires to know you intimately. They may want to play out many of those scenarios, and will undoubtedly push you well beyond." "Yes, Goddess." Fighting the smile within her, christine choked, "I understand, Goddess."

"So, as you pray, remember what you are committing yourself to." Snapping her fingers, the Goddess pointed to her feet and commanded, "Pray. Now."

The sissified sister eagerly complied. Charging the words with the intensely sensual and sexual nature of her desire to please, she prayed as she had never before......(cont)