The beauty of being a sex slave is that you can explore some of the most eccentric fantasies imaginable. It’s best when it’s a sex-only relationship, because the other party is just as kinky and you don’t have to worry about fear of judgment from mutual friends or co-workers.
I knew my Goddess for close to a year. I purchased her worn panties twice a month before she mentioned one of her past slaves. I inquired on how I too, could become a slave, and she told me the price they paid and the acts they performed.
Earlier on, I learned the hard way that my likes and needs didn’t matter. I learned she called all the shots. She defined what it means to be submissive and whatever she says goes. I don’t critique, question, or argue with any of it. She is my everything.
I don’t know a thing about her personal life, but judging from her appearance, she had very refined taste, dressed well and was naturally beautiful. Even the bags she handed me her used panties in looked nice. She was creative but at first glance looked more like a honor student on a university campus than a dominant Goddess.