When I awoke, Aphrodite was standing over me, once again draped in see-through silks in varying shades of red and pink. Her arms were crossed, and she was leaning casually against the wall, watching me sleep. She pursed her lips.
“You’re awake. Good. It’s time we got started.”
She flicked her wrist, and the curtains of the sanctum snapped open. She strolled out, clearly expecting me to follow. I was fully conscious of my own nudity, but that wasn’t unusual for Totsan, especially in Aphrodite’s temple, so I stood and chased after her.
“It’s good to know you can use that thing,” she said, glancing back and motioning at my cock. My ears reddened as I remembered our encounter. This was a goddess, after all. What was I thinking throwing her around? Did I really cum inside her?!
“Well, I did ask you to. Quite explicitly.”
Right. Goddess. Can probably read my mind.
“Quite.”
I cleared my throat, embarrassed. “Your…” I paused, realizing I didn’t know the correct way to address deity. “Gloriousness?” I tried, and she laughed.
“You said that last night. It’s a little dated, don’t you think? I’m not Hera, that stodgy old hooch. How about… mistress?”