SEXY CHURCH WITH GODDESS LYSISTRATA

By Goddess Lysistrata

I was sitting comfortably, meditating on my throne, when my thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on the door of my dungeon. The repetitive pounding echoed through the cold, stone hallway. I rose from the comfort of my plush chair and strolled down the hall. 

My heels clacked on the hard floor with each graceful step. I reached for the door handle and pulled it open, and light poured into the dimly lit entryway. I shaded my eyes with my left hand and squinted in the sunlight, "welcome to church," I said. 

My sub bowed his head in respect and said, "Thank you, Goddess. May I enter?"

"Did you bring your tithings?"

"Yes, Goddess. More than you asked for."

"Very good. You may enter."

I reached for the black leather collar and metallic leash hanging on a wall hook near the front door. I wrapped the leather collar around his neck and secured the buckle in the back. Once I clipped the chain-link leash onto his collar, we walked down the hall and into the dungeon. I led the way, and he followed behind me like a good boy.

CONFESSION 

Once we entered the dungeon, we went straight to the confessional kneeler located in the righthand corner of the room. I stood next to my sub and dropped his leash to the floor. 

He kneeled in front of my altar, lined with burning candle sticks of varying heights. 

"What's holding you back today, pup?" 

The golden light illuminated his face as he confessed his guilt and shame regarding his orgasms and masturbation. I was so proud of him in that moment. He grew up Catholic deep in the bible belt of East Texas. Bless his fucking heart. 

"Goddess, I feel guilty for jerking off to hot women on the internet."

"Are you tipping these women, sending tribute regularly, buying their content, and being respectful?"

"Yes, Goddess."

"I see. Just pay the women double next week as your penance. If you are going to goon over fine art, you must support the artist"

"Yes, Goddess. Thank you, Goddess."

I walk around him slowly as he continues to kneel at my altar. His breathing pattern speeds up as he anticipates what I might do next. I keep my eye on his knees and look for any changes in his posture that might signal that he needs to get up and give his joints a rest. 

"Tsk tsk tsk," I say, taunting him for no reason other than I want to watch and see how he reacts. 

I continue to pace in a semicircle around him, and when I look down, I notice a small bald spot forming on the top of his head. How did I not see this in our last session? Oh, that's right. He was wearing a hood for the majority of the scene. 

I snap my thoughts back to his breathing. I notice him wince slightly and shift his weight around. 

"Time to get up, pup." 

He wobbles as he rises. I cross my arms and look at him. I dart my eyes from his face to the leash. He picks up the end of his own leash and hands it to me. 

"For you, Goddess."

"Good boy."

Upon hearing this compliment, a broad smile grew across his face. His cheeks glowed in the candlelight. 

"Are you ready for your penance?"

"Yes, Goddess."

PENANCE 

I walked my pup from the confession corner to the Saint Andrew's Cross on the opposite side of the room. He took his position with grace, putting his arms over his head and taking a wide stance.

I reached for the leather cuffs attached to the hard points on the cross's top arms. I restrained both of his wrists to the cross. I decided to leave his ankles free just in case he needed the extra mobility. I reminded him never to lock his knees as this could result in a collapse. 

"Tell me your safe words."

"Red, yellow, green."

"Good boy."

I loved watching him blush with excitement. I have yet to meet a man who does not enjoy being called a good boy. 

I reached for my flogger hanging from a hook next to the cross. 

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, Goddess."

I warmed him up with light strokes across his upper back, near the meaty part of his shoulder muscles. You never hit the mid to lower back. That's where the kidneys live. 

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! 

I like symmetry when I practice impact play with subs. I gave each side a couple of warm-up whacks. Then I wound up my flogger and purposely hit the wall next to him. The loud swoosh, followed by a smack sound, startled him. He jumped. I did my best to conceal my laughter. This sub has a fear kink. Occasionally, I will swing my flogger and miss him on purpose just to confuse, arouse, and scare him. 

"What am I going to do with you next?"

"Anything you desire. I'm at your mercy, Goddess."

I flogged each butt cheek until they were rosy and warm to the touch. Due to the rhythm
and circular motion, flogging can create a meditative state for both the Domme and the sub. Deep in thought, I remembered I put one of my credit cards in the freezer earlier this morning. I was inspired by a conversation I had with another Domme about knife play combined with psychological play. I wanted to create a mind fuck moment for my sub. 

I pulled a blindfold over his eyes and stepped back. 

"Don't move."

"Yes, Goddess."

I left the room quickly and headed to the mini kitchen. I reached for my cold credit card in the freezer, grabbed two knives out of the silverware drawer, and went back to the dungeon. 

As I walked in I rubbed the knives together. The metallic scraping sound sent chills up his spine. I saw him shudder in anticipation. 

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes, Goddess."

I quietly set the knives down on the medical tool table next to the cross. 

I lifted up his shirt with one hand and got my frozen credit card out with the other. I ran the edge of my cold card down his back. He shrieked with pleasure. 

"How does that feel?"

"Like fire and ice, and... I love it!" he gasped.

"Very good."

It didn't take long for the card to warm up, which meant it was time for our next activity. He's been such a good boy he deserves a reward. 

I removed his blindfold, ruffling his messy hair. Then I grabbed his face and squeezed both sides with my hand. I looked deep into his eyes. He blinked. I said nothing.

Without a word, I unbuckled the cuffs on each wrist and gave each of his arms a gentle rub to get the circulation flowing again. He picked up his leash and gave me a dopey smile. His facial expression was relaxed. His posture was sinking inward. He was becoming a human puddle. If he wasn't in subspace now, he would be soon.

ABSOLUTION 

I walked him to the absolution portion of the session and sat him down on my guest chair. It's metal and cold to the touch. It's not meant to be comfortable. I like my subs to show some discipline when they are in session, and part of that means they have to get comfortable with being uncomfortable. 

"Have a seat, pup."

He did as he was told. 

"Take off your pants," I commanded. 

He followed my instructions willingly and without breaking eye contact. Once his pants were on the floor, I handed him a small bottle of lubricant. 

"Do you want to touch yourself?"

"Yes, Goddess."

"Do as I say. Stop when I say stop. Go when I say go. Understood?"

"Yes, Goddess."

"You have the floor. You may touch yourself."

He started jerking immediately. He moved faster than I would have liked. I swear they do so well with discipline until it's time for them to put their dick on their hand. That's when their brains really go to mush. 

"STOP!"

He struggled, but obeyed. He looked up at me like a sad puppy, with glassy eyes and no smile. 

Oh, for fucks sake, this was pitiful. He looked so confused. I reminded myself to be gentle with him. He was still processing his religious trauma and my job is to hold space for him and treat him with kindness. 

"Touch yourself again."

He moved quickly. 

"Slow down."

He slowed down the pace of his stroke. 

"That's the speed I want you to continue with."

"Yes, Goddess," he said as he stroked his cock with his right hand. 

He was getting visibly hard. I was feeling conflicted. I wanted to tease and deny him before I allowed him to come, but I didn't want to go over our time. I looked at the digital clock on the wall and saw the warning in the red glowing numbers. We only had 20 minutes left in our session, and we still needed to make time for a scene transition and aftercare. 

"How does that feel?"

"Amazing, Goddess. Thank you."

"Then stop. You don't deserve to feel amazing."

His facial expression went from shocked to devious. I loved watching the gears in his head shift. A faint smile began to form, but he caught it just in time and sucked it back in. 

I enjoy watching my subs shift between different emotions. I want them to experience a roller coaster of feelings when they are with me. My goal is to create a safe space and challenge them mentally. He was being such a good boy but we were cutting it close on time. I needed him to hurry up and come. 

"I want you to come for Goddess."

I stood in front of him and lifted my latex skirt just enough so that the bottom of my panties were visible. I looked at him. He was stroking his dick feverishly. 

He quickly let out a heavy 'ugh' sound. Finally, I thought. It always amazes me that once I show a sub my ass or just a sliver of panty, they come within a couple seconds. 

"Let's get you cleaned up." I tossed a pack of wet wipes at him. 

"When you're done, meet me in the kitchen."

AFTERCARE 

I left the room so he could have some privacy getting dressed. I walked into the kitchen and poured two glasses of red wine. On second thought, I better hydrate him as well. He broke out into a sweat so I reached for a bottle of sparkling water in the fridge. 

I opened the kitchen cabinet and peeked inside. Shit, I was out of crackers. Time to improvise. I looked around the cupboards for a substitution. My gaze landed on a glass mason jar filled with trail mix. I grabbed a glass bowl and poured out a salty nut and dried fruit medley. That'll do, pig, I thought to myself. 

I sat at the marble bistro table with our aftercare snacks and waited for my puppy to arrive. 

He walked in, leash in hand. "Is it okay that I walked myself?"

"Yes, of course. Please take a seat."

He sat down and eyed the wine and trail mix. "For me?"

"Yes, you were such a good boy. I thought you might need a snack."

"Thank you, Goddess."

They are always so sweet and vulnerable during aftercare. Sometimes, I just want to boop their noses and give them a bear hug. But this one likes a little space after an impact play session, so I let him enjoy his treats before I brought up my next topic. 

"So, tell me how you feel."

"Well, I feel…I feel nothing and everything. It's kind of hard to explain."

"Can you try harder?"

"Yes, Goddess. I feel excited. My arms feel tired. My knees are a little sore. My crotch is still a little wet. But my brain feels…calm. I think I feel calm and excited at the same time."

"Beautiful!"

"Thank you, Goddess."

"Is anything else coming up for you?"

He paused. He put down his glass of wine and swallowed. 

"I think I feel...sad?"

"Are you asking or telling me?"

"Well, I'm not sure. Because I know I'm happy. But I also feel a sinking feeling."

"Like sub-drop?"

"Maybe."

"Would you like a hug?"

"Yes, please!"

We stood up, and I gave him a 20-second hug. I learned this trick when I was waiting tables. If someone was feeling stressed and you were feeling well, you would hug each other for 20 seconds or longer. The idea is that the person with the racing heartbeat will eventually slow down to match the pace of the other person's. 

"How do you feel now?"

"Much better. I feel slow but calm."

"Cheers to that!"