Nice Guys Come First?

by Jennifer White

 

I was one of those guys that they always called "a nice guy". I was rather average, with a good job, a house, a decent car, and all that. But there was one thing I lacked: a girlfriend. I just never did very well with the girls. Lots of people told me I was rather shy, and around women, it was more exaggerated. I just didn't have the nerve to walk up to an attractive woman and ask her out.

But one day, I had a stroke of luck. I was by myself (as usual), reading the newspaper at lunchtime, and eating my meat loaf when I noticed that someone was standing next to me.

"Hi Matt, how's it going?" said Julia, an attractive girl at work. I had talked to her a few times at meetings and stuff, and I would have loved to ask her out. But as always, I didn't know how. Plus, with a girl that attractive, she must be with someone else already. What would she want with me?

"I'm fine. How about you?"

"Wonderful" she replied, with a big smile on her face. I got so nervous! What did she want? Women like this didn't just show up at my lunch table.

"I have this friend..." she said.

"Yes..."

"She is a very pretty girl. But she really hates dating guys who are all bossy to her, and overly aggressive. She told me she's looking for a nice guy to date. I thought of you right away. You'd be perfect for her. I know this is really upfront, but do you think you'd be interested in meeting her?

"Sure!" I blurted out. I meant to sound cooler, but it just came out. I had been "set up" on dates before, and most of the time it ended up being some woman that even *I* couldn't like. Someone who couldn't talk and wasn't any fun to be with. And I hate to be superficial, but they were usually a little heavy too. I wanted a woman who could do things with me like go for long walks, ride bikes, rollerblade, or whatever. A woman didn't have to be perfect for me to date her. But I did have *some* standards!

So when I was sitting there at the coffee house, waiting for Julia's friend Nikki to show up, I was pretty nervous. I sipped my cappuccino, read the local newspaper, and glanced around nervously. I told Julia that I'd wear my dark green golf shirt. She told me to look for a leggy blonde in a red skirt.

I looked up, and suddenly, there she was. I blinked my eyes. She was beautiful! Way beyond *my* league. I couldn't believe that this woman would want a guy like me.

"Nikki?" I said.

"Matt?" she replied.

"Hi, nice to meet you."

I got up, and pulled out the chair for her, like a perfect gentleman. I ordered a double latte for her, and we began to talk. I told her that I was a little shy, and to excuse me if I seemed quiet.

She just laughed, and told me it was okay.

"I like nice guys. I don't mind that you're quiet. After we get to know each other, you'll open up for me."

"So why is it that someone as smart and outgoing and pretty as you doesn't have a boyfriend already?" I asked. Did she have some deep dark secret?

"Well, you'd be surprised" she said. "I get hit on all the time by guys. They come up to me and tell me how hot I am, and that they want me. I get so pissed off when they do that! I want to be appreciated for more than my looks! I want love, not just hot sex. I am *so* tired of guys who are so sure of themselves, and think that they can just pick me up, take me home, and I'll lay down for them."

"I'm not like that, at all" I said.

"I can tell you're not. And Julia gave me the rundown on you. Us girls like to talk amongst ourselves you know!"

"So I've heard" I said.

"And now that I've met you in person, I agree with her assessment. You *are* a nice guy. Just what I'm looking for."

We sat there and talked for hours. When it was time to go, I knew we had started a wonderful romance together.

 

* * *

 

Over the next few weeks, Nikki and I had several dates. We did all the normal "date" things. I took her to dinner. I took her to a show. I bought her flowers. I took her to the art museum. Everything was wonderful, just like it should be. A storybook romance. I was so caught up in her, and thinking about her so much, that I didn't notice how things had begun to change ever so slightly.

Looking back, the first thing must have been the evening when I took her out to dinner at the seafood place. We had been out to eat several times before this. So when the waiter came over, and she ordered our drinks, I thought it was touching that she had been paying attention, and knew what it was that I liked.

She ordered dinner for us both too, and I thought it was *so* cool that she knew my tastes already. That night, she went back to my place, and we made love for the first time. It was wonderful. I was falling in love with her, head over heels.

When she left to go home, I saw that her panties were still on the floor.

"I'm going to leave them here, so I've got a pair, just in case" she said.

Now that was *way* cool. It meant that she planned on coming over to my place a lot. Perfect! What could be better?

 

A couple of days later, we went out to dinner again. We sat at the table together talking, when the waiter came over.

"I'll have...." I started to say, but she jumped in and cut me off.

"I will have a margarita, and he will have the pina colada."

"Very good" said the waitress, who turned and left.

"I don't like tropical drinks like that" I said.

"Trust me. You will" she replied, smiling and holding my hand. How could I deny her, and not even try it? I sipped it politely, and it was okay, but not my favorite. When the waiter came back, she ordered dinner for the both of us, and ordered another one for me.

I wasn't thrilled about that, but she was trying to do something nice for me. So I just let it go. Without really thinking about it, I had let go of control for that aspect of our relationship, and from then on, she pretty much always ordered for me.

That night, we made love at my place again. And when she left in the morning, she left behind her panties *and* her bra. I cleaned out a drawer of my dresser, and put her things into it. Little did I know her true purpose for leaving her things! But I didn't find that out until later.

 

* * *

 

"Hey Matt, do you want to go see the show tonight?" said Nikki, on the phone.

"Yeah, sure. That sounds fun."

"Cool. I'll be by in fifteen minutes to pick you up."

Up to this point, I had always picked *her* up. But if she wanted to reciprocate, that was fine with me. Right on cue, she showed up in fifteen minutes, and rang the doorbell.

"I brought these to help brighten up the house" she said, handing me a bouquet of flowers. I almost always brought flowers for her, and I knew she loved them. I thought that she must be bringing them over to my place, because she planned on staying there that night, and she liked her flowers. She showed me how to trim them, and put them into a vase with water, and pour in the packet of powder that helped keep them fresh longer.

We walked out, and I saw her car. It was a hot little 2-seat convertible. Really cool.

"Nice ride!" I said.

"Thanks" she replied.

She drove us out to the show, which she had already purchased tickets for online. It was so nice of her to have put that much thought into the date ahead of time, and having done all that for *me*. It made me feel so special. I really loved Nikki, and she seemed to love me too. We were so happy together.

 

* * *

 

Nikki's car was so cool, when she offered to drive the next day to go out to dinner, I didn't object. She picked me up again. She was all dressed up in a really hot miniskirt. It was pink with a white pattern, that kind of reminded me of leaves and plants, but kind of abstract. She wore nylons underneath, and a cute little white cami top. It was the sexiest I had seen her dress. And did I mention her high heel shoes? They were exciting and sexy too. Today, she wore her hair up as well, giving her a much more mature look. I was stunned that I was going out with this beautiful creature.

We walked to her car, and she opened the passenger door for me. I got in, and she shut it for me. I watched her skirt as she walked around, and got in herself. I complimented her on her hair, and her outfit. She seemed to appreciate my compliments.

When we arrived at the restaurant, she opened the car door for me to let me out. Then she opened the restaurant door for me to walk through. I didn't really think anything of it. I didn't think about how bit by bit, she was doing more and more of the things on a date that a man usually did for the woman. It was so gradual, that I didn't think anything of it at the time. And I didn't think anything of it when we made love afterward, and she left her panties, her cami top, and even her shoes. She went home wearing one of my T-shirts, and in flip-flops she had brought in with her.

 

Nor did I think anything when she told me that we were going to see they symphony the next evening.

"You should wear your button down shirt, and your khaki pants" she said. "And your penny loafers would go with that really well."

I had never been to see the symphony before, so I appreciated her suggesting what I should wear. I even asked her the next day what she thought I should wear out. Soon, she was selecting my outfit pretty much all the time. And I didn't think anything about it.

 

She called me one day at work, out of the blue.

"You know, I've left a lot of things at your house" she said.

It was true. The dresser drawer was pretty much full of her underthings. And there were a bunch of her clothes hanging in my closet, as well as her shoes.

"Yes. Now you can change outfits at my place."

"Have you washed them? I don't like putting on clothes that aren't freshly washed."

"Well, I did wash some of the panties, but that's about it."

"Would you be a dear and was all my things? Then fold them nicely, and put them away. Then I can spend more time there, and have choices of what to wear."

"Of course" I said. I would be glad to wash her clothes. It would mean spending more time at my place. So why *wouldn't* I want to do that?

"And listen. You need to wash your sheets too. I like having a clean bed, when we make love. And don't forget to vacuum the living room."

"Of course my love" I said. Anything for her.

We made passionate love that night, and I started to seriously think about buying a ring, and proposing to her.

 

* * *

 

I didn't hear anything from Nikki the next day, and she didn't answer her cell phone. I left her a message to tell her that I love her.

She didn't call that night, or the next day. I sent her emails, and I called her home and her cell again and again. No reply. I was beginning to panic a little. What was wrong? I asked Julia, but she said that Nikki had told her that everything was wonderful between us, last time they talked.

By the third day, I was frantic. Where was she? I loved her. I *needed* her. Where was she? Why hadn't I heard from her?

It wasn't until Wednesday morning that she called, before I left for work.

"Where have you been?" I said. "Why didn't you call me? I was worried sick about you."

She ignored my request, and told me something strange.

"I'll make it up to you. Lets do something kinky. Go put on a pair of my panties. The white lacy ones. Then be out front of your building at 11:15."

"Why" I said.

"Just do it" she replied, then she hung up.

It was very strange. But I needed her. She said we were going to do something kinky. It sounded dangerous. I got very aroused right away. I put on her panties, then dressed as normal.

Now, all day long, I couldn't help but think that I was wearing Nikki's panties. I couldn't get them (or her) off my mind. She had got me used to having sex at least once a day. Now, without having her for 3 whole days, I was on edge.

I was out there early, and she showed up, right on time. I was so mad, I was going to ask her why she was treating me like that, after all we had done together. But seeing the smile on her face just melted my heart, and I totally forgave her.

"Are you wearing my panties?" she whispered in my ear.

"Yes" I replied.

"Show me."

I pulled back my pants a bit, to reveal the lacy top of the panties.

"Ooh. Very good" she said.

She drove us off to the local park, and drove us into a wooded area. She put the top up on the car, rolled up the windows, then reached over and unzipped my fly.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Be quiet" she said, as she put her hand down into my pants, and started to massage me. I got hard right away, and before I knew it, she rolled over so that she was kind of on top of me. I was so aroused, that I didn't think I could hold myself back. I was about to come at any moment.

When I came into the panties, it was so hard! It must have been the biggest orgasm I had, that I could ever remember. I was breathless and stunned after it all.

"Do you want to meet again for lunch tomorrow?" she said, in a sexy teasing voice, as she dropped me off at work again.

"Yes" I replied.

"Good. I'll call you in the morning."

 

She didn't call me that night, nor did she answer her cell phone. I was wondering what was going on. When we met for lunch, everything seemed normal. But now she was back to ignoring me. I was upset and confused inside. I *loved* her. I *needed* her. Why was she doing this?

She called in the morning, as promised. She was terse in her comments.

"Be outside at 11:15. Wear my red panties, and the matching bra."

"But..." I started, but she hung up.

Yesterday, she checked that I had the panties on, before she drove off with me. I had the feeling that if I had not worn them, she wouldn't have done that to me. So as little as I wanted to do it, I put on her red panties and her bra. I was aghast when I saw the bra showing through my white shirt. I found a burgundy long sleeved shirt that hid the bra, so I had to wear that, even though it was a warm summer day.

Again, she showed up at the appointed time, got me in the car, and checked that I was wearing the right clothes. She smiled, and took me to the park. This time, she went down on me. While her mouth was over me, she put her hand up my shirt, under the bra I wore, and pinched me on the nipple. I came so hard again, I couldn't believe it!

She didn't talk as the dropped me off at work. I had so many questions, but she was being very quiet. Finally, I had to say something.

"Nikki, what's going on? You don't call me anymore. We don't talk. I don't see you, except at lunch like this. Please, tell me what is going on."

"Tomorrow night" she said. "I'll tell you everything then."

"Okay. I'll be there. What time."

"I'll call you" she said. "Do not call me, or it's all off."

 

And so it was that I was sitting there alone in my place, on a Friday night, waiting by the phone for her call. I was so nervous, pacing around. 10:00, and still no word from her. I ran through a million scenarios in my head. What was going on? I was so scared that I did something wrong, and I was going to lose her.

When the phone finally rang at 10:30, I picked it up milliseconds after the first bleep of the ringer.

"Hello?" I said.

"Be at my place in twenty minutes" she said. "Wear my black bra and panties, and my dark nylons."

"Sure, but..."

She hung up on me again. I rushed to the bedroom to dress as she had instructed me. I didn't really like to wear women's clothes, but the past two days when I did it, it seemed to please her. I needed to make her happy. And not to mention the fact that she brought me to orgasm when I dressed in her clothes too. I guess that was why I got hard as soon as I put them on. My body associated wearing women's clothes, with having Nikki make me come.

I didn't have time to get flowers, so I just jumped in my car, and sped over to her place. I ran up the stairs, and knocked on her door. She let me in, and I was taken aback at how sexy she looked, dressed up in a little black outfit with a leather miniskirt and knee high shiny vinyl boots with six inch heels. Her hair was up, and she was wearing more makeup than usual.

I started to talk, but she cut me off.

"Nikki, I...."

"Be quiet" she said harshly. "Sit."

She pointed to the sofa, and I took a seat there. I expected her to sit down next to me, but she remained standing. She moved very close to me, so I was looking up at her. I must admit that I got really aroused.

"The time has come for a change in our relationship" she said. "I am very tired of playing these silly game."

"What game?" I asked.

"Tell me Matt, the past few days when I wasn't around, what did you do?"

"I don't know" I said. "Kind of a little bit of this and that. Nothing really."

"Do you know why that is?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Because you weren't there?"

"Exactly" she said, with a smile on her face. "Look at yourself. You are completely dependent on me for *everything*. You can't make a decision without me. You don't *want* to make a decision without my approval either. And that is why you will do anything I tell you to do."

"That's not true!" I protested.

"Is it? Take your clothes off, and show me what you're wearing underneath."

I took off my shirt and my pants, to show that I had worn the bra, panties, and nylons, just as she had asked me to.

"See? You'll dress up as a girl, if I ask you too. You have completely given yourself over to me, and you are *mine* now. *I* control you, and every aspect of your life now Matt."

"But..."

"Silence!" she said loudly, which really shocked me. I wasn't used to her barking out an order like that.

"From now on, you will recognize your proper place in our relationship. From now on, you are my submissive slave. You *want* me to dominate you, to make you do what *I* want. You want to be controlled. Admit it. Tell your Mistress that you freely give yourself to her!"

She put her boot on the couch right between my legs. I was never so turned on in all my life. God, I wanted her! She was driving me crazy!

"You are weak. You are nothing. *I* am everything to you now. *I* am your life. You will bend your will, and submit to me in all things. I am your Mistress now. *I* control you. You will obey me without question, at all times, for all matters. You are nothing without me. You are my slave, my submissive toy, who will do whatever I want. Now tell me that you are!"

I looked up to her, and I was trembling. Was this some game? Or did she really mean it? I wanted her. I needed her. I loved her with all my heart. She really had me turned on too. I realized that I really was lost without her. I really would do anything for her. I looked up to her, and spoke.

"I am yours" I said.

"On your knees, slave" she replied.

She moved her foot, so I could stand up, then get on my knees, on the floor. Looking up at her, feeling controlled by her, I was totally turned on. I never tried anything like this before. Why did it resonate so strongly within me? Why was I so aroused? It was only later that I realized she had been training me, all along.

I got on my knees before her, feeling totally in love. I would do *anything* for her. I felt completely dependent on her. I felt weak. And what she did next, just added to those feelings.

"Close your eyes, slave" she said.

I closed my eyes. I felt her grab my bra, and stuff in something that felt cold and plastic against my skin.

"Open your eyes and look down, slave" she said.

I looked down, and there they were in my bra. Two very large fake breasts. They filled the cups of the bra to capacity, and beyond. The bra was for a woman with Nikki's breast size. Mine were bigger.

Seeing the bra on me was bad enough. But seeing it jut out, with the cups full, making it look like *I* had large breasts? Well that made me feel *so* weak and helpless. Even more than I was feeling before.

But worse than that, I felt more turned on that I had, just a moment ago. The more I was in her power, the more I gave into her, the more she made me feel like a woman...the more turned on I got.

"Kiss my boots, *woman*" she said.

I bent down, and kissed her boots. They had an awful plastic taste, but I didn't stop until she told me to.

"Very good. You will make an excellent slave girl."

Girl. Woman. Me! Wearing nothing but panties, nylons, and a bra stuffed with large boobs. I started to feel less and less of a man. I was being controlled, by a woman. And I was *into* it, feeling turned on.

Almost like a flashback in a movie, I realized something: she had been moving me in this direction all along. She ordered for me, like a man did for a woman. She held doors open for me, or opened her car door for me to get in. Just like a woman. She had me washing panties and bras, hanging up dresses in *my* closet. She had me calling her on the phone, worried about her, like a woman does when her guy doesn't call back.

All along, she had been preparing for this moment! It had been her plan all along to make me her slave! And she had been training me to get aroused by wearing women's clothes. And I had *willingly* gone alone with each little thing. No wonder I felt like I wasn't even a man anymore. No wonder I started to feel like a woman. What was she going to do to me now? Part of me dreaded it, but part of me liked this game, and wanted to continue.

"You are completely mine now, to with as I see fit. You know now, and understand that you are my slave. Don't you?"

"Yes Nikki" I said.

"You are such a low vile creature, that you do not deserve the right to address me by my name. You may call me Goddess."

"Yes Goddess" I replied, not wanting to offend or anger her. I *had* to please her. I just had to!

"Very good. Now as a token that you are *mine* completely, we are going to make a few changes to you. First of all, this ring. Put it on, so that every woman who sees you knows you are taken."

She handed me a ring. It looked like a *woman's* engagement ring.

"Repeat after me. With this ring, I thee wed."

"With this ring, I thee wed" I said, as she held it out, and started to slide it onto the ring finger of my trembling hand.

"I devote myself to thee, my Goddess."

"I devote myself to thee, my Goddess" I repeated.

The ring slid on further.

"I take the name Keri, to show I am your slave girl."

"I take the name Keri, to show I am your slave girl."

She slid the ring on the rest of the way. I felt the cold metal against my skin.

"You are my woman. You are known as Keri. You are now my wife. You are now my slave. Until your death do we part. You may now kiss my feet."

I lowered myself again, to kiss her boots. When I was done, she told me to stand up, then to follow her into the bedroom. There, she put me into a yellow dress, with a bright red and orange floral print. She put me into a wig of long blond hair. She put makeup on me. She painted my fingernails. She made me look at my 'new' self in the mirror, and tell her how much I enjoyed being a woman.

 

Now, she went to the bed, took off her panties, pulled up her skirt, and told me to approach her.

"Go down on me" she said. "Now."

I hated going down on women, but she ordered me to, so I *had* to. I reluctantly put my tongue on her, and began to work on her. Soon, I had her moaning with pleasure as I made her come again and again. After some time, she grew very sensitive, and pushed my face away from her.

"Take off your nylons and your panties Keri" she said. "Then lay down on the bed, and spread your legs wide."

I did as she asked. She didn't need to do anything to get me hard. I was already there. She straddled me, and lowered herself. I was now inside her.

"Tell me you are a woman" she said.

"I am a woman" I responded.

"Tell me I am your Goddess, who you serve."

"You are my Goddess, who I serve."

"Tell me you are completely mine."

"I am completely yours" I said.

"You exist only to serve me."

"I exist only to serve you."

With each phrase I repeated, she pumped herself up and down on me. She told me many other things, which I had to repeat. I told her I liked being a girl. I liked having boobs. I wanted to be a real girl, just like her. And I had to repeat again and again, that I was her slave.

By the time I orgasmed, I was so wound up that I thought I was going to pass out. The pleasure was so intense! It was beyond words.

 

I thought we might just be playing a game, and that once we got out of bed, things would return to normal. But I was dead wrong about that. She whispered in my ear as I lay there, and told me what a pretty girl I was.

"You are so soft, so feminine, so weak. You are all mine now. You are my pretty little slave girl, and you serve me now Keri."

I wanted to cry, I wanted to laugh, I was just feeling a million things inside at once. I did not know what to do. I guess I should have gotten up with whatever dignity I had left, and I go home for good. But I was paralyzed. I really wasn't sure at all what I could do, or what I *should* do. I was too confused to think at all.

"Keri, go take a shower honey. Shave your pretty legs for your Goddess. And all your body hair for that matter. Then come back here. I have a surprise for you."

I got up obediently, and went into her shower. I did as she told me, shaving off all the hair from my body. When I was done, I needed my makeup put on again. She had me watch in the mirror this time, so she could explain what she was doing.

"I won't always do this for you Keri. *You* need to learn how to put on your own makeup. All girls know how to put on makeup, and you're a girl now."

"So I need to know how" I said. It all made sense. Everything she said made perfect sense. That's why she was my Goddess, and I was just her weak little slave. I wasn't wise like her. I waited for her to tell me what to do next.

"I have a surprise for you Keri. Here."

She handed me a hanging bag. I unzipped it, and pulled out the contents. It was a black dress with pretty white lace trim. A French Maid uniform. With black fishnet stockings, and a pair of high heels, in *my* size.

"For me?" I said, stunned.

"Yes Keri. Put it on, so you can start to serve me. I have many jobs for you around the house. You will greatly please your Goddess by serving her, cleaning for her, cooking for her, sucking her pussy, or anything else she asks of you."

"Of course Goddess. I live to serve you" I said, as I started to dress myself in the sexy outfit she had bought for me. She bought it for me! I felt so lucky. And she was very pleased when I wore it. That made me feel even better. I was making her happy. I was fulfilling my duty to her.

She put me to work, and I happily started scrubbing the floor in the kitchen by hand.

 

* * *

 

"And so you can see, Keri is completely submissive to me now" said my Goddess Nikki, about a month later, when Julia came over for dinner. I was proud that she was showing me off like this. I had been cooking all day, and of course I had been cleaning too, so my Goddess's house would be perfect. Like her.

I stood there in my French maid outfit, holding the silver tray, as the two women took strawberries off of it, dipped them in cream, and ate them. My legs ached from wearing the spike heel shoes, but my Goddess ordered me to wear them. So I must endure the pain. It was for Her that I was doing this, so I could tolerate any pain.

"Thank you Keri, we are done" she told me.

I took the tray back to the kitchen, tossed the salad, and brought it out to the table, along with more wine for the two women.

"That is a lovely ring" said Julia to me.

"Thank you. It is my wedding ring, when I became wife to my Goddess."

"Lovely" she said, approvingly.

I stood by the table, as I had been instructed, waiting to help in any way I could. If Julia took a sip of water, I poured more into her glass. If my Goddess got a crumb on the table, I quickly came over to clean it up. If they needed salt, more wine, another napkin, or anything, I was there to help. I could tell that my Goddess was very proud of how well I served her, and her friend. I could tell she was proud, because she was telling her all about me.

"So Keri is completely submissive to you?" said Julia.

"Yes. She will do *anything* I tell her. Would you like a demonstration?"

"Sure" said Julia.

"Keri?"

"Yes Goddess" I said.

"Go under the table, take off our guest's shoes, and give her a foot massage.

"Yes my Goddess" I said.

I went under the table, took off Julia's shoes, and began rubbing her feet. I only wished that my Goddess had asked me to do this to Her feet, because I loved it when I was allowed to touch her.

After a while, she gave me a new instruction.

"Keri, kiss Julia's feet, then suck on her toe."

Julia giggled as I did it. Goddess was proud of me, and was showing me off to her guest. And I felt very proud to belong to Her.

"Wow Nikki, you really do have full control."

"That's nothing. How would you like...."

I couldn't hear what she was saying. I just stayed under the table, and continued to suck Julia's toe.

"But I'm spotting!" said Julia.

"So? She won't care that you're on your period."

"All right, it might be fun" said Julia.

"Keri, move back from our guest for a moment" said Goddess. I complied with her order, as I always did.

I saw Julia pull her loose fitting skirt back a bit, then pull off her panties. I could see a maxipad with a few dark crimson spots on the inside.

"Keri, go down on her" she said.

I put my head between her legs, and moved forward until I was in the right position. I could smell her odor. But I had orders from Goddess. I put my tongue on her, and went to work.

The two women talked as if nothing was going on, while I went at Julia. She tasted somewhat salty I guess, different from the taste that my Goddess had. Maybe it was from her period. I wasn't sure. Bit it didn't matter. I was acting under orders, so what I thought didn't matter in the least.

When Julia was done with me, I was told to go wash up, brush my teeth, and rinse out with mouthwash. When I returned, Goddess made me go under the table, and go down on her as well. I was in rapture, as I touched her lovingly with my tongue. It was so kind and wonderful of her to allow me to do this! I was very very lucky that I served such a wonderful Goddess.

 

"And you can get him, I mean 'her', to do this whenever you want?" asked Julia.

"Yes" my Goddess replied, as I kneeled at her feet, ready to serve Her.

"Wow. Cool. Maybe I need a slave myself. Then I wouldn't have to cook or clean anymore."

"I could train you how to do it, but I think it might be better if we just find someone else to add to my collection."

"You have others?"

"Yes. When I tire of them, I give them away to other women. Then I start on my next project."

"How long have you had Keri?"

"Almost long enough. I could use a new challenge."

Julia smiled. My Goddess smiled back at her.

"Keri?" she said.

"Yes Goddess. How can I serve you?"

"Keri, listen. This is very important. I have a job for you, which you *must* do. You *must* obey me in this."

"I exist to serve you. I obey you in all things" I said.

"Good. Keri, you are a slave. A slave is property, like a book, a car, or a lamp. Any property can be bought, sold, or traded. Am I correct?"

"You are always correct Goddess" I said.

She nodded in approval. I loved it when I pleased her by giving the right answer.

"Keri, you are my slave, my property, and I can do with you as I please. And what I choose to do, is to give you to my friend Julia. You belong to her now."

I looked at my Goddess, stunned. She could see the sadness in my eyes. I wanted to serve *Her*.

"Remember Keri, you must obey me in all things. I order you to serve Julia, as you would serve me. The way you act to her, is the way you act to me. If you disobey her, you disobey me. Do you understand?"

"I would never disobey you" I said.

"Good Keri. Then you *do* understand. You belong to Julia now."

 

I looked up at Julia. She held her hand out for me to take. I trembled as I touched her.

"Keri, you are mine now. You belong to me. You will do whatever I tell you, and you will be glad to obey. Do you understand?"

"Yes my Mistress" I said.

She smiled, and led me out the door, by the hand. I left my Goddess behind, and went on to begin my new life, serving Julia. I was hers now.

  

  

  

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