Just a little bit to expose enough of your skin to feel the coolness of the seat recede as it adjusts to the warmth of your body. A little bit to expo...e you to the texture of its surface.The brush rises to the top of your head and falls like water through your hair. The brush rises to the top of your head and pleasure washes down over the length of your back.The sensation of bare skin against wood and your pants around your hips reminds you of what is coming. A little bit of distant worry.. You are enslaved to your Goddess. The Goddess holds absolute power over you. It is where all men come from, and where all men seek to return. It is something you can never have. It is the symbol of my power, and every women's, power over you. You will always be enslaved to your Goddess, and you will submit to anything that your Goddess commands you. You must worship your Goddess. Are you ready to worship your Goddess, Slave?" my Mistress asks."Yes, Mistress. I will worship the. My hands were on her thighs, gently massaging and kneading the flesh. Her voice got a little louder “aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………. Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, babyyyyyyyyyyyy” she moaned, her eyes close and head going from side to side……I slid my hands up her top, and onto her bra covered breasts, all the while running my tongue gently in circles on her stomach and belly button…….I gently felt her breasts and could feel her nipples stand up, through the fabric of her bra, I gently pinched. Nobody wanted it to happen, but there was no way to change the outcome. As I sat there, I held her necklace in my hand like a rosary, and I kept messing with it. As my mind started wondering, I thought, "Did her putting on the necklace mean that she wanted me to come get her, to take her away and be responsible for her? She didn't have it on when I went to visit her or I'd have taken her with me." All of this had me very frustrated. I was mad, and I was sad. Robin was a good friend, but over.