The Goddess of Sexuality Episode 2: "The Sissy-Maids,
The God of Lust & Desire - and `It'."
The Goddess of Sexuality, I am.
The God of Love Herself sexually re-birthed me -- my father is my former male-self -- my daily responsibility is to test and judge the suitors that seek my mother's heart... every day I must be wined & dined, flirt my skirts, kiss & caress, titillate & reciprocate, make fore-play & intercourse with five suitors... spending 2 hours with each... making notes -- writing reports on them all at the end of my "working" day...
Between each suitor-session I would have my posse of wild-boys-turned-into-sissies by the God of Love -- dressed in frilly-pink French-maid uniforms -- serve & attend to Moi... re-dress & give me a make-over... stroke my locks & purr lovingly... I adore my sissies... and they flutter their eyelids & giggle girly tee-hees when I tell them so... Before moving onto the next suitor-session they line-up and I kiss all 7 of my former wild-boys... they're so cutsey, pretty -- so femme & fantastically girly girly girly... yet underneath they're still all-male... whilst kissing smoothly & seductively I run my hands up white-stockings & suspenders -- over exposed shaven thighs -- to the sissy's LADY-hood, erect, ready to flow... ready to pop when my fingers circle round the tip of their he-clits... A Sissy Always Cums Quickly.
When I write my reports at the end of my "working" day I have my sissies dress me in my black-skirt-suit combo -- the sexy-secretary look... hair tightly, tightly tied back in a pony-tail- crisp white blouse with large pointed collars... smokey black glittery eyes under emerald rimmed spectacles... tan tights... perfissimo patent pumps... my long red nails tap keys effortlessly spontaneously on my mythological typewriter... sending my words via photon-beam to the centre of the star I call Home where the Love-Files of Eternia are kept...
My two Angel Boy Lovers wait with the sissies whilst I finish my typing... each day I select which 2 of the former-wild-boys has served me best... and have my Angels reward them with a good spanking followed by a rough helter-skelter reaming rough ride of Angel Boy Love... the other sissies watch and coo enviously...
I have not the power of flight and so my Angels would then fly me -- one of my hands grasped by one Angel and my other held by the second Angel... we would fly in orbit around our Home-Star.... Then down to my mother's palace... after a day of suitor-loving it is always a Joy to be back home with my boys... they always knew how to push my buttons... always fulfilling me with an over-flowing cup of fuzzy sexual contented glowing warmth...
Today, whilst roasting on the fire-sticks of my Angel Boy Lovers we are intruded upon by my brother, the God of Lust & Desire... quite the annoying elder-brother I can tell you... needless to say, the roast was taken out of the oven and left un-cooked, un-finished... My brother asks if we can talk alone... but I deny him this request and tell the Angels to remain where they are... mostly just to enrage my brother who has a bezerker-esque short fused temper -- very easily lit... the Angels lay in each other's bodies on our mother's weaven quilt as I got up and poured some god-wine from a golden decorated jug into a couple of chalices -- hand one to my brother -- who downs it in one... I ask, in petulant, sarky tone:
"Thirsty?" -- and my brother grunts -- throws the chalice to the floor -- grabs the jug and guzzles from it... moves over to the table adjacent to the bed -- reaches into his matted, horrible hair -- takes out a small bag... pours its powdered-content out onto the glass table-top...
Well, before we continue this part of our story, let me tell you some things about my brother, the God of Lust & Desire:
Like me he was once mortal... like me he was sexually-re-birthed by our mutual mother... like me he was mortal in the other gender -- that is to say, he used to be a Woman... as I used to be a Man... and also like me he was previously homo-sexual prior to becoming a God...
He hates being a Man... even if a God-shaped, God-formed Man, with abilities far beyond that of the average homo-sapien Male...
His transformation has left him with enraged spirit... a spirit burning as an unquenchable thirst... a searing fire, un-put-out-able, un-extinguishable, eternally flaming... with the lust of every human -- with the desires from all mortal's feelings... and therefore somewhat mad... insane, one would more probably say... I get the impression that this was what was intended to happen after his god-transformation... that our mother regrets having to do this to the once most-beautiful mortal-lady that my brother once was... but She had to do it... and therefore has infinite patience and tolerance for his utter-reckless behaviour...
She had to transform him to contain the over-flowing Lust & Desire of humankind... which was threatening to engulf them... if left un-checked by the Gods then humanity were on a course to destroy themselves with these emotions, feelings, thoughts, intoxications which they couldn't control...
She had to create the God of Lust & Desire by command from our King, the God of Music -- it was the necessary thing to do... most-logical... although the King knew that it meant that this New God would Lust & Desire toward WAR... and bring it back amongst the Gods -- where it had not been for Eons - since the time of the Chaos Wars...
This was the price of saving humanity from itself that the Gods would have to pay... and our King, the God of Music, has dealt with my brother very well so far...
Although there is one punishment even I find a little harsh that has been dealt upon him by the King:
One night in a dazzle of hedonistic-fuelled raging stupour my brother broke into the King's palace -- in which there was a feast in full procession... then attacked the King, who was in a life-creating-trance from playing his lute, by slamming a broken jug of ale into the King's face -- then stomping his mad crazed feet on to the King's lute, smashing it into a thousand crystals... All this in a split-micro-second before the King or any of his guests could react and respond...
My brother kept laughing maniacally as a second later he was beaten with the power of sixty god-punches & god-kicks and their combined animosity... an animosity so great it was tangible, forming a vile noxious scent which choked my brother into subconciousness...
He awoke on the ice covered ocean Moon of Europa, which orbits Jupiter, surrounded by the King & all guests from the feast, and our mother who had been summoned there also... my brother's feet were stuck solid to the ice -- could not budge, tried futilely to do so, as the King approached him welding a knife... he told my brother his punishment was that he must castrate himself... laughing, my brother took the knife gladly... for he wished to return to woman-hood, and castration is the first symbol-step of this... it was my brother's greatest unfulfillable desire... and the King knew this...
My brother castrated himself with a howl... a howl that almost seemed pleasurable to him (as my mother has recalled to me...) -- he threw his bloodied detachment at the King, exclaiming:
"This is what I want, you old fool! This is NO punishment at all!"
The King, God of Music, wiped the cock off his shoulder and began to sing... moments later a god-bass-guitar emerges from nothing into his hands... he creates a punishing funken groove -- and sings the tale of Lust & Desire gone too far... the vibrations of the god-groove-music are become... my brother still unable to leave his rooted spot starts to wail hard... the vibrations gather upon my brother's loins... attach to him... become his atoms, then his cells... my brother is realising his fate as the King changes the song's key to match the screams, pain-cries and sorrow-tears of my brother... The song ends... my brother has once again his Penis... is sobbing profusely, head in hands, head between knees... the King announces:
"This IS your Punishment... You will castrate yourself every midnight... you will have no choice in the matter... your own lusting desire will command you to do so... and you will have your greatest desiring lust so fulfilled for just that one, single solitary moment... but your cock will grow straight back... just as has just happened... killing your Hope, teaching you a lesson, that I hope you will learn...
"For this Punishment meets your Crime."
The King and all guests from the feast, except my mother, the God of Love, departed back to the stars... leaving her to try and comfort and console my brother... she released the bond of un-movement from his feet, took him in her arms and flew him back to our home-star...
It is one decision that flummoxes me... having Hope killed every midnight doesn't seem like a calming procedure on a personality... but He is the King, and rhymes in mysterious ways... my mother has explained the reasoning behind it to me: it is to distract my brother from other more war-mongering desires by having him constantly battling his lust to become a woman again, forever crusading against his own male essence... forever fighting to win... but always losing... then getting right back up again and doing the same...
All this he endures, as well as his hedonistic bezerker impulses which force him to guzzle every drop of liqueur or booze that catches his eyes... every gram or ounce of any narcotic substance must be smoked, snorted, injected or supposited into him if he is any where near any of it... every desire or lust to fuck someone must be met -- he starts releasing reservoirs of pheromones when this desire becomes him... he often then travels down to Earth when in this mood, this state-of-being - inhabits a person's soul, in essence becoming their guiding-life-force, for a short period -- then leaving the body when it goes comatose-unconscious -- when the hangover kicks in... the human inhabited by my brother will usually wake up in jail with no memory of the night before... then oftentimes sent to a lunatic-asylum... whilst my brother looks down from the stars above retching with evil-laughter, a horrific sound that repulses my ears every time I hear it...
My brother's favourite narcotic is K... which stands for Karma... a drug snorted by Gods... (god only knows what it would do to a mortal...) and so whence up the god-nose it affects the user according to the users personality and god-abilities... doing what it says on the tin: KARMA... For example, when I use it the affects make me even more sexual (if you can believe it...) -- more cute & lovable, dancing ecstatically... But for my brother it acts like the equivalent of a mortal drinking 10 pints of high-strength beer and then doing a foot long line of Ketamin... such is his distorted Karma...
Well this brings me back to the present:
My brother is racking up some lines of Karma on the glass table beside my bed where my 2 Angel Boy Lovers lay entwined... I ask him:
"So what do you want o brother?" -- He indicates which line is for me... then I add:
"Other than someone to accompany your binge-ing?" -- I snort the line... he snorts his line...
"Your maids," he says, "I need them."
The Angels move over the bed and snort their lines simultaneously... I snap back at my brother, cowling:
"NEVER."
A viscose dribble of Karma drips to his lips from his hairy nose -- he tongues it in to his mouth smiling...
"Why do you need them?" I ask... "You don't need maids... you have no need of their sissy-servicing..."
My brother sniffs up a residue lump of K through his nostril passages...
"They aren't really maids," he replies, takes a guzzle from the jug of wine he holds as if for dear life, "they aren't really sissies... they aren't really girls... they are wild-boys -- perfect specimens to become my Agents..."
I loudly TUT at him -- walk over gracefully to my wardrobe and say:
"You don't need Agents."
Quickly he barks back at me:
"And YOU don't need Maids..." -- he guzzles more god-wine, spilling a glass-full worth over and down his neck & chest...
"Mother has given you everything... all you could ever want... Mother has supplied you with a Golden Ticket..."
I opened up the doors of the wardrobe and looked for a dress appropriate to match my mood... I considered to myself that what he was saying WAS true... my brother continued:
"For you life is nothing but sexual-freedom, pure expression, exploration of the eternium... forever becoming fulfilled from the fruits of your labours..." -- he paused and started to rack out some more lines of K... looked down on his hands in a deeply depressive desirous delirious glaze... he lowers the volume of his speech and continues in a monotone hushed drone:
"Whereas my life is a perpetual torment..." -- he sighs... "My soul is a fire from the under-world... from the realm of Chaos... I achieve nothing... My life has No meaning... No purpose..." -- he snorts up a phat K line... "I would kill myself if I could... but you know..."- I turn to face him, he meets my eye-contact, says:
"Us Gods don't... CAN'T, Die..."
I turn back to my clothes... see an appropriate dress to match my mood... take it from its hanger, turn to re-face my brother and enquire:
"And what has that to do with MY maids?"
He responds in a nearly begging manner:
"I need Company... Company of souls similar to mine your maids were wild-boys -- they would be perfect companions to aid with my arduous responsibilities..." -- (having said that he then quoffs through another massive K line...) -- he continues:
"To aid me be a better..." - he pauses... "Person..."
I quickly interject here, saying:
"You can say MAN you know o brother..." -- I pause... "You Art One..." -- then coyly blow him a kiss... it was his turn to tut me now... he did the final line off the table and went on with his pseudo-plea to his sister:
"Aid me to accomplish better desires in humanity... to help me help mortals lust toward a greater future...
"But most of all I need some friends..."
I stood directly in front of him and slipped the dress down and over my perfectly shaped femme-body and said:
"How noble of you my brother..." -- the dress fell effortlessly into its classic position as he looked on envious of me... A seductive ball-gown black dress clinging to me as a second skin... with only one shoulder strap I emphasised the ampleness of my bosoms and with it reaching down to just-above my ankles but with a slit-cut that reaches up to my upper-left-thigh it also emphasised my luscious smoothly sensual goddess-legs... I checked out my reflection in a full-length mirror as my Angel Boy Loves wolf-whistled in appreciation... I turned to face my brother as he got up and heavily paced at me... I raised my left arm up and with palm toward him said:
"The answer is still NO brother... Find your own posse to be your Agents... this is just another of your many passing-phases... another daily-lust that you'll have forgotten about by midnight..."
This comment makes him mad -- he yells ferociously... makes my Angels startled -- they jump up in instinctive-reaction and fly out the room like birds hearing gun-shots... he yells again -- a pint of K-snort flies from his nostrils mixed with a gallon of snot... I dodge the gush of it but he grabs me by my right forearm whilst I am distracted -- he blasts into my right eardrum:
"Well let's ask Mother!" -- thrusts down my arm he is grasping so my hand is against his naked member... makes me rub my hand up & down upon it as he reaches round my left thigh and under my dress to begin fingering me... our mother, the God of Love appeared in a flash before us before his dripping-covered fingers reach my clit... She exclaims:
"My Children! Why have you summoned me?"
My brother released his grip and I collapsed to the floor... my Angels reappeared to see what the new commotion was... For some reason his almost-rape of me served as a trigger to hail our mother unto us: IMMEDIATELY PRIOR to any kind of penetration...
My brother explains the situation most bipartisanly, as my Angles help me to my feet... then fetch heels, place them on gently... then tie my hair up in ribbons swift and elegantly... My brother concludes his speech with the sentence:
"My sister is served day & night, head to toe: I, your Son, am only asking for a fraction of what she has... just four of the maids, returned to their wild-boy manifestations."
I protest to this... but my mother gestures with a wave of her right-hand for me to be silent... my brother gives me a sneaky childish sideways glance... I read the kiddy-thoughts that are underneath this look: `Na Na Nana-Naah!'
Our mother speaks:
"My daughter... you are pampered like a princess... you have lovers, maids & suitors pleasuring you all day every day... losing four of the maids would hardly make a dent in your life-style... and as your two Angel Boy Lovers have just demonstrated their abilities to serve you in a similar way, you can ask them to take the duties of the departed maids..."
I tried to protest again... put on puppy-dog pleading eyes... but my mother was having none of it... my brother chuckled... I sighed resignedly... my Angels flew down -- wrapped their wings about me in a comfort-cuddle... my mother looks on sweetly with her head slightly tilted at a maternal angle -- makes a soft feminine `aah' sound... beneath their wings I inhale some air through my nostrils and notice the slightest scent of my brother's pheromones... just that mere trace compound amount made me shudder... my brother was desiring either me or my Angels or all 3 of us...
I motioned out from their wings and saw my brother's arousal at half mast... blood-pressure rising it slowly... the pheromone-funken-stench started to steam from his sweating muscle-toned rippling body... more K started to drip from his nose... his eyes looked like those of Bulls... he wipes away these drippings in a silver-sweeping arm movement and turns to face our mother, asks:
"Can I go pick the four NOW?" -- Mother shakes her head... then says:
"You're in no condition to choose my son..." -- I interrupt my mother's words, asking:
"Let ME choose..." -- but mother interrupts me right back:
"YOU NEITHER."
We both become a little more child-like whenever me & my brother are with our mother... and at that moment we both go:
"No Fair!"
She beams lovingly as only she the God of Love can, down at us, her family:
"They will decide themselves which of them will become Agents of Lust & Desire or remain as Sissy-Maids of Sexuality... I will ask the It' to place each one of you into their dreams, disguised as your former-mortal selves..." -- I am puzzled by what she my mother means by the It' -- and ask her so by simply saying, with an ascending pitch:
"It?"
But instead my brother answers whilst rolling his eyes in typical sibling symbolism of contempt:
"The God of Sleep, Dreams, Truth, Enlightenment... known as `It'..."
I respond:
"That's a bit odd isn't it? -- I mean that's a funny kinda name...?"
Mother smoothly replies:
"Well he is a bit odd my daughter..."- she pauses, considers where she was in her prior sentence before it got interrupted... remembers... and so with a shrug says:
"Anyway... `It' will place you as your former-selves in their dreams and he will observe these dreams and judge by the image-concept-outcomes which manifestations of life each maid truly wishes to live through..."
At that moment I experienced a sudden rush from the K = Karma drug... and felt all warm & fuzzy & cosy & fluffy... felt that all was good with the Cosmo and would enjoy the forthcoming dream-experiences... My brother growing impatient to get his Agents barks:
"Let's go to `It' NOW!!"
Mother orders abruptly:
"NO! - We will wait till after midnight... when you have recovered your sense my son..."
His response to this is to growl and mumble inaudibly under his snarling breathe...
Well I've no need or time to go into what went down the rest of the evening... so we'll pivot and skip forth to 3am -- when we arrive at `It's' place...
A skryffy kinda place... which didn't give me a great first impression... for some reason It' lived on a 7 kilometre sized asteroid that was part of the belt of rings that circle Saturn... my mother said that It' had found it to be the most peaceful and restful place in the Solar System -- (he didn't like to sleep to far from the humans down on Earth...) - but I didn't see how it was so restful... especially as smaller asteroids of the belt frequently crashed into `It's' home-asteroid...
He had no palace... he lived in a "house" carved from the rock of the asteroid on the side of the highest "mountain" on the asteroid... the "home" had one door, one window -- not much else... we went through the door and I saw the barrenness of the `It-abode' -- "Strange place for a God to live" I thought to myself...
My mother must have heard my thoughts because she frowned serious-style at me... there was one desk, one mytho-typewriter upon it, one chair, one bed: upon which there was a huge massive quilt (which looked like the ones my mother creates) -- this was concealing `It' whose snores we hear ringing from under the god-coloured weaven immensely comfy looking quilt...
"How do we wake `It'?" I ask... Mother winks at me... and in that single blink she seems to disappear -- but I look down and there is a Cat... purring as my brother bends down onto single knee and strokes the feline with tender but firm sweeps... he says:
"Isn't she beautiful in her pussy-manifestation?" -- I agree as the tortoise-shell-coated femme-petit-Cat rubs her silkily smooth furry body against the skin of my legs... soaking up amore like a Love-Sponge... I stroke her under the chin... and she jumps up onto `It's' bed -- up under the covers... my brother whispers to me:
"I've asked her before how she wakes `It' up... so about now I imagine she is cuddling up between his arms - about to lick his neck..."
I nod a silent `I understand' thought to him... We hear our mother's purrs and then a deeply touching caressing voice calmly saying:
"LoveSponge! Why I haven't seen you in ages!"
My mother's purring grew louder as the quilt shapes change... and from under them It' emerged with my mother in his arms... some of his fingers caressing her softer than soft under-belly white fur-coat... He, It,' the God of Sleep, Dreams, Truth & Enlightenment, was a furry kinda fellow himself... shaggy... scruffy, unkempt beard... big bulbous tufting curly brown Celtic hair... long scraggily body -- all quite lean except for the pot-belly... furry-black-chest- hairs of course... bushy pubes, which almost completely cover his not very big at all penis & balls... his feet were as my grandma would've said: "Plates of Meat" quite literally... his legs though, I must admit, were a magnificent pair... well if a bit hairy... but that's okay!
It' looks toward my brother -- greets him warmly... they have obviously met many times before... It's' presence seems to chill my brother's burning raging-fire-soul... he seems to have made my brother placid... & I ain't ever seen him that way... I thought to my inner-being:
"This is It!"
`It' sensed these inner-thoughts... and responds saying:
"It is indeed my child..." -- he extended one of his arms toward me -- I took his palm and shook it -- he says:
"A pleasure to meet you at last my dear... I've been looking forward to the occasion when it would happen..." -- He takes my hand and kisses gently a number of times... then places my mother down to the floor -- who then purrs, intertwines her feline body between his legs, rubbing quite seductively... `It' then looks into the cat-eyes of my mother as if listening to her talk... well I guess actually listening to her speak -- as about a minute after he lowers his frame and strokes her some more, saying:
"Aah... I see the situation..." -- (he looked like he was having a vision) -- "I can understand why you have come to me Spongey..."
Mother reacts by cutely meowing softly... then starts to clean herself by licking her paw and brushing it over pointed ear and cheek... `It' faces my brother & I, holds his right-index-finger to the sky, pointing and says:
"Let's get to it!" -- Clicks his fingers: We are then above my Sissy-Maids as they sleep in their communal quarters... though I can't see my body, or my brother, or It' -- I know that they are there... I sense It' telling us to be not afraid -- our bodies are still on the asteroid -- but our spirit is with him -- and that we should prepare to become one with the dreams being dreamt by the maids below us... I then hear a ultra-high-pitch sound... it gradually lowers its pitch frequency by tiny frequency until it becomes an ultra-low grumble... and have a sense of dizziness, instability, nausea as this pitch descends ever lower... the spirit-sound finally ceases... and then one becomes the strangest of sensations:
I am an Arrow.
I see It' take me from a holding case and prepare to fire me from his archer's bow... It' pulls the bow-string tight... takes aim at a glowing body in the distance that I can't quite define... and `It' looses his bow and fires me... I streak through the air, which seems like going warp-speed through time & space... Zooming forth my target becomes clearer... one of my maids...
I hit... I sense an almighty sound erupting, but I hear only silence... I see pure-colours, but my eyes take in no light... then suddenly all is clear... and I know I am in one of my maid's dreams... I look upon my own form... it is the shape & texture of my old mortal-male-manifestation... the father of my new life, one might more accurately say... a strange sensation to be back in the old form, after having so quickly adjusted to my new-god-being...
I felt MY Penis... same as it ever was... and took the opportunity to piss standing up again -- even if I was in some one else's dreams it felt good anyway... not the most lady-like thing to do... but I guess it is quite sexual in many ways... and I am the Goddess of Sexuality...
Well, it got the attention of the owner of the dream anyway... we both got into a Cadillac-pink-car and drove off, neither of us at the wheel...
At this point my memories of the dream-experiences fade...
I awake the next morning next to my brother who is still in sleep's stirrings, on the floor of the It-abode'... I see my mother cuddled up in a ball, still in LoveSponge manifestation, on the lap of It' who is sat on his bed in a trance-meditative-state -- eyes rolled back so you can't see his pupils... as I arise `It' departs the trance -- pupils roll down to their normal locations -- reaches out one arm to me and in it a glass of water suddenly forms within his grasp... he says:
"Drink my dearest" in his deeply moving smooth but poignant god-voice...
"Thank you," I reply as I take it from him... then ask:
"Why can I not remember what happened?"
He answers melodiously:
"Because it is not for you to know other's dreams... only I am permitted knowledge of that realm...
"Remember: It is what It Is..."
I took a sip of water from the glass down my throat - then remarked:
"'It' looses bow and It' is I It' Hits..."
`It' smiled - then replied:
"You understand perfectly sweet child of Love..."
I loved the way he talked...
It' placed his hands on my mother's lush-furred body in a Communion-Touch... she began to depart her sleep, and my brother started to do the same... It' took my left hand with his right, kissed it - and then sensually said:
"Time for me to return to my realm... Sleeping humanity needs me..." -- pecks me lightly with his hair-surrounded lips on both left & right rosy-cheeks, and continues:
"I shall come visit you soon o alluring one... for you are a most intriguing and fascinating being!" -- and with that he slipped under the covers of his bed, submerged himself -- and was promptly back to the land of Nod -- evidence: his snoring started...
My mother gracefully cat-walks out the door followed by my brother... I to follow, and outside... to my surprise: my mother was back in original splendour god-form... my brother had lost all the serenity he had had inside the `It-abode'... I could feel his raging lusts burning once more...
Mother informed us:
"`It' has told me which maids are to remain as they are -- and which are to become Agents of Lust & Desire... those which are to change manifestation will awake reformed..." -- she faces my brother and continues:
"They will awake at your residence in the Amazon Jungle my son... Go welcome them into their New Lives!"
My brother pokes his tongue out at me -- and is off to Earth in a second...
The God of Love, my mother, takes my hand and says:
"And its time for you to get to work!"
We fly - me in her tender arms once again - back to our home-star... To begin another day of suitor testing, judging and moreover sexual pleasuring!