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Chapter 8 A Goddess Realized, pt 2

Heading into the heart of San Jose three days later, Tyler wondered where they were going. They never came to this part of the city and why should they? This is where the less fortunate lived. Driving past intersections and buildings from a past long forgotten, he recognized the park where he and his boss had talked that afternoon, just before the deluge forced them to continue their meeting at her place. He shook his head and smiled. That day had been the beginning of an entirely new aspect of his job; one which earned him not a single cent but paid him so many dividends.

“Where are we going, Goddess?” He asked hesitantly.

Destiny turned and gave him a less than pleasing eye. “With me.”

“OK. I didn’t mean to probe. I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you. We’re nearly there.”

A few minutes later Tyler swallowed hard as the high school came into view. He saw Destiny look at him. She wasn’t smiling. “Does this place look in the least bit familiar?”

It was a rhetorical question, of course, “Yes Goddess, I used to work here.”

“And why have you never told me?”

“I guess it was because it was for such a short time. I mean I only worked here for a few hours a week during my senior year at Stanford. I didn’t think you’d be interested.”

“You’re my slave. I’m interested in every part of your past and present. You know that.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t mention it. It wasn’t intentional.”

Destiny looked at him intently. “Do you know who I talked with the other day?”

“No, who?”

“Your boss.”

Tyler squirreled up his nose in puzzlement.

“Brianna Hunt. Remember her?” She watched his reaction. Something told her to be wary of this woman.

Tyler’s face flushed ever so slightly. “Oh, that boss. I thought you were talking about the principal. I couldn’t remember who the principal was. Yeah, I worked for Ms. Hunt in the Student Services Department. She was a nice lady. You will like her,” he said brightly.

“I already do. We talked for a while but not long enough. That’s why we are here.” She pulled into an empty parking space. “Wait here. I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

“Yes, Goddess.” Tyler knew enough to keep his mouth shut. He wondered what all Dez and Bree had discussed and why Destiny wanted to see her again. He suddenly had an unsettled feeling in his gut. He checked the time, just before Destiny turned off the vehicle and put the keys in her purse. It was a little after three. The school would be dismissing any minute. He could see the line of yellow busses forming an endless train in front of the school and watched the shapely figure of his sexy woman blend in with the crowd of people near the front door.

Destiny found Brianna just before the final bell rang. Kids packed the hallways on their way out of the building. Destiny checked in at the main office and then made her way to see Ms. Hunt. Once there, she sensed the visual appraisal Bree gave her. In truth, she found herself doing the same thing. Brianna was an attractive 40ish-year-old woman. She was trim and heavy breasted.

“Come in.” She offered.

“I hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time.”

Bree winced. “Kind of. I hope you didn’t drive far to get here. I have an afternoon meeting with my girls in 15 minutes.”

“Your girls?”

Bree laughed. “It’s a female empowerment group. We meet weekly. It’s school-sanctioned and I’ve been doing it for years. Hasn’t Tyler mentioned it to you?”

“I can’t remember. It’s been so long since we talked about him working here.”

“I’m sorry about this,” she said standing. “Maybe it would be best if we set up a time to talk.”

Destiny smiled. “I’m interested in learning about what goes on in your meeting. Mind if I come?”

“Not at all. I hope you aren’t offended by my Modus Operandi.”

“I can’t imagine. I’m all about empowering women. You should ask Tyler what it feels like to live under one,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.

“Really. What a coincidence.”

Destiny sat in the back while Brianna spoke to a group of about 40 high school girls. Today’s topic was titled, “How boys spell the word love,” and focused on their desire to experience sex rather than engage in a loving, caring relationship. The discussion remained lively and the talk frank. Bree allowed them to share thoughts and experiences and together they discussed issues and brought up ways of maintaining control of boyfriends when they pushed to want more than they should. If it hadn’t been for one girl mentioning something about the practical experience she got at Bree’s house, Destiny probably wouldn’t have given the meeting a second thought. However, Brianna’s reaction to the comment triggered her interest. There was much more to the comment than spoken.

When one girl questioned why God didn’t make boys to not be so selfish, Destiny raised her hand to speak. Brianna gave her the floor. “I keep my boyfriend locked in a chastity cage,” she offered. “That way his mind doesn’t go Kurtköy Escort to his groin so much. It stays mostly on me. And that’s just the way I like it.” Standing in the circle, she showed the group a picture of a sample cage on her cell phone. “It works fabulously. I have sex when I want and he only gets to come out when I say so.”

The girls giggled and the room became a buzz with conversation. Destiny answered questions for several minutes before Bree steered the conversation back in another direction and eventually brought the meeting to a close. Before leaving the room, Destiny learned the name of the attractive girl who had asked the pointed question.

“If you want to know more about how I use the cage,” Destiny said, “Just give me a call.

Addisyn smiled. “I just might.”

“I’ll let you see what it looks like on my boyfriend.”

“You will?” The dark-skinned girl remarked with excitement.

“How old are you Addisyn?”

“Eighteen. Why?”

Destiny smiled. “Just wondered. I didn’t want to offer you too much if you are still a minor.”

Addisyn and Destiny spoke for a few more minutes on unrelated topics. However, by the time they parted ways, Destiny was certain she would be treating the young girl to lunch. That’s when she hoped to learn more about the ‘practical experience’ comment Addisyn had mentioned.

Bree stood at the door waiting for her guest. “What was that all about?”

Destiny smiled quietly. “She wanted to know more about the cage and how I use it. She seems like a sharp young lady.”

“Indeed she is.”

“I hope I wasn’t being too forward with bringing up that subject.”

“Not at all. Sometimes I think those kids know more about sex than I do.”

“Have you discussed the topic of keeping a guy’s goods locked up?”

“We haven’t, but I will now.” Brianna chuckled. “So you keep Tyler locked?”

“I sure do. It’s been more than a month since his little soldier has been able to stand at the ready.”

Bree’s eyes widened in surprise. “You don’t enjoy using that soldier?”

Destiny wasn’t sure what to make of the comment and chose to play it cool. “He’s got other ways of pleasing me that don’t require the use of it. And besides, right now, Tyler is learning what it means to think of others first. If you know what I mean.”

“Not completely but I trust you’re content with the way things are.”

Destiny stopped in the middle of the unoccupied hall and faced Brianna. “Brianna, I came here because I found an invitation for Tyler to attend an employee reunion at North. I wouldn’t have thought much of it except for the fact that he has never mentioned he worked here. I think he’s hiding something. And I think you aren’t telling me everything. I think you know more about his past than I do. Call it my feminine intuition. I can’t help but wonder.”

“Your feminine intuition is quite astute. Let’s talk in my office. Little birds have a way of hearing things they shouldn’t around here.”

The women talked for many minutes. Bree revealed more of Tyler’s time at North High, although not all.

“You really need to come to the reunion. It’s mostly staff that show but you never know, you might meet some of Tyler’s old friends.” Bree smiled suggestively and winked.

“We’ll see. I just might take you up on your offer.”

“Then I hope to see you in a few days.”

They parted ways but Destiny left feeling like she had peeked into a dark hole of which there was still much to discover.

……………..

She smiled seeing the email in her inbox: Bree Hunt

Hey girl, guess who I met today? Your boy, Tyler’s girl. She’s a hot one. Real hot. She’s got one hell of a body. Turns out she’s keeping your Tyler all locked up. LOL. She stopped by to learn more about his time working here. I guess our boy hasn’t spilled everything about his past. I invited her to come to the reunion. Just letting you know he may show after all these years.

Love you!

B

……………

Destiny found her slave dozing in the passenger seat when she finally returned.

“Everything OK?” He asked.

“Couldn’t be better, my slave. Couldn’t be better.” She pulled out of the school parking lot and headed home.

Destiny left Tyler to wonder about the North High visit for several days. Choosing to say nothing, she instead, watched his behavior. For as much as he tried, she could see there was often an underlying stress present. She admired his resolve in not probe further into her visit to North. His incessant curiosity had been a topic of pointed admonishment two weeks previous. He had asked three-times too many about an incident at the physical therapy clinic that needed addressing. Destiny reminded him of his relational status. She then ordered him outback and told him to dig a five-foot hole that was no more than two feet in diameter and place a fork in the bottom. Tyler obeyed. It took him two hours to complete, mostly because he had such little room to work once the hole deepened.

“I Pendik Escort did it,” he said.

“Let’s have a look.” With a tape measure in hand, she went to examine his work. She measured first the depth and then the width. To Tyler’s dismay, the whole measured more than the twenty-four-inch maximum. “This is too big. Fill it in and go over there and try again,” she said resolutely. “And don’t you dare give me any grief! You are my slave, Tyler. I’m going to make sure you don’t forget that fact.”

Destiny waited until the weekend before addressing the North High topic further. Deciding to make a point, she dressed in one of her tight and short dresses that morning. After giving Tyler several tasks to complete she drove off and spent the next few hours out with Maria. Maria had a way of propping up her ego and reminding her of just how powerful she was a woman.

“I like what I am seeing, my beautiful friend.”

Destiny smiled brightly. “And what is that?”

“Look at you. You are dressing like the goddess you are becoming. I am delighted to see the changes taking place in my pupil.”

“Your pupil?”

“Of course Ms. Destiny. And you will continue to be my pupil until you come to think of your Tyler as the slave he is no matter where you are or who you are with.”

Destiny giggled. “Oh, Maria. Sometimes, you amaze me.”

……………..

“Tyler?” Destiny called from the kitchen.

He hurried in to see what she wanted. She stood leaning against the island in three-inch heels looking as flawless as ever. He loved seeing her dressed like this.

She pointed to the floor “Kneel.” She waited for him to obey. Once he had she instructed him to kiss her feet in worship. “Good, slave,” she said after letting him pay tribute to her now sweaty toes. Destiny stood silently and considered her next move. “Tyler, I have yet to punish you. The few extra chores I’ve assigned and the hole-incident were nothing more than relatively minor reminders to keep you on the straight and narrow.”

“Yes, my Goddess.”

“You don’t want to be punished. At least I would assume you don’t. It will not be a pleasant experience for you.”

“No. I do not.”

“While I was out this morning, I got to thinking about your secret – your employment at the high school with Ms. Hunt.”

Tyler nodded and stared up at his mistress.

“I want to know everything about Nya and Min.” Destiny had never mentioned those names. She watched his face flush red with embarrassment. “You have five seconds to start talking or you will regret this day. Five. Four. Three…..”

Tears flowed from Tyler’s eyes. “I am so sorry. I should have told you but I was afraid,” he blurted. “I didn’t know what you would think. I didn’t want to lose you. My God, Mistress, you were the best thing to ever happen to me. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. Please forgive me. Please forgive.” He bent to kiss her feet but Destiny brushed his head aside with one foot.

“How much I forgive will depend on your confession. You haven’t answered my question.” Destiny squatted until she was almost at his eye-level. “I want your obedience, slave! Now speak!” She stood, crossed both arms under her breasts and glared.

“I met them at North. I was an aide in their class. I had no idea they were connected with Brianna at the time but soon I realized Min and Nya met with Bree and others in some group for girls. Bree selected me to serve as a subject for the girls to play with. She arranged for Min and Nya to come to her place. I met them weekly for several months. They would use my body to get off on. Mostly it was oral stuff although Min put me inside her on several occasions.”

“You mean she fucked you?”

“Yes, but I had a rubber on. But yes, she did.”

“Oh my God! And this went on for how long?”

“Four months. Maybe five. I can’t remember the specifics anymore. I know I was with them each at least 10 or 15 times.”

Destiny paced around the luxurious kitchen. “You obviously enjoyed it. I mean, did she threaten to fire you if you wouldn’t do what she said?”

“No, not at all. I did it because I wanted to. I loved being with them. Loved them using me,” he confessed. “I loved it a lot.”

“God, Tyler. You had an entire life I never knew about. How old were these two girls?”

“Eighteen. Bree waited until they were both of age were before doing anything.”

“Was it just you or did she get other guys to do what you did with other girls?”

“I never knew. I asked but she told me to not go snooping around at school. Her group was big, so I was pretty sure there had to be others who volunteered to be used in the same way Min and Nya used me.”

Destiny leaned against the kitchen counter. She looked at her slave kneeling so humbly in the middle of the room. Maria had told her to use the kneeling/standing method whenever confronting. She now understood why. There was no denying her feelings when looking down on a naked guy while she stood Mutlukent Escort looking hot and wearing heels. She felt empowered and knew he must be feeling exactly the opposite. “So you let them fuck you.”

“I didn’t have a choice, Goddess. Bree told me to let them do whatever they wanted. Anytime they did, I was always on my back with them riding my pole. They never let me be on top or put them against a wall or put them in any position. It was always them moving while I did nothing.”

“That made sense. If she wanted to teach female empowerment that’s where a guy should be…. But damn, Tyler.” Destiny looked away. “I guess I’m forgetting you weren’t much older than them.”

“About three and a half years. I was 21”

“That’s not so bad. What I don’t get is how she had this secret society of sorts going on after school with these kids. I mean, the meetings are great, but doing this and not getting caught. It’s unbelievable! And she’s still doing it!”

“Did they do anal with you?”

“Me doing them? No never!”

“No! I mean, did they ever do anal with you – with a strapon?”

“Oh. No. That never came up. And I’m glad.”

Destiny squatted and lowered her head to his level. She wanted to emphasize her next question. “Have you had any sexual interaction with them or any other high school girl after you stopped working there? I expect the truth,” she said seriously.

Tyler shook his head. “No, my Goddess. None at all. I lost contact with them. I have no idea where they live or what they are doing now. I think they both went to college but after they graduated, that was the last I saw them.”

“So that’s the extent of all that happened there? Just you and those two?” She watched the shameful turn of his expression and a shake of his head.

“No Goddess, it wasn’t. I did things with Bree too.”

“What?!” It was just as much a statement of exasperation as it was a question.

“We met three times, maybe four. Always at her house. It happened before Min and Nya. Mostly it was oral. Actually, it was all oral but sometimes not any oral,” he stammered. “She did some of the same stuff you do now to me.”

“And what is that?”

“Stroking me and telling me what she wanted me to do when the time came for me to be with Min and Nya. She took her top off once and stroked me. That was the first time. Once she kept her clothes on but made me undress before playing with my cock. I think her making me eat her was mostly to prove a point.

“And what point was that?”

“That I would obey her, and the girls when the time came. And I think she wanted to remind me I was submissive to her – and to them.”

“I can’t believe this!”

“I’m so sorry I hid this from you.”

“Destiny held up an open hand with palm facing her slave. “No, it’s not so much that as it is all this happened with high school kids. It’s that I never knew any of it” She paced the floor for a minute in thought. “Get me a glass of wine, Slave.”

After completing his task, he returned to his knees.

“You know, slave, it makes me wonder if doing all of this helped you to become the slave you are today. Is this why you never dated? Were you hoping to find another Min or Nya or Bree?”

“I think so. I dated a few times after that time in my life. They were pretty girls but it didn’t feel right. They were too into pleasing me. I think that’s why I never pursued anyone.”

“Then all that stuff did affect you!”

“I don’t know. It had to have done something. I never gave it all much thought.” He shrugged and looked up at his woman. “When I met you, I wasn’t hoping you’d be like them. You weren’t. I fell in love with you, because I was attracted to who you are as a person, not because I saw you as some dominatrix.”

Destiny smiled and then chuckled. “You ended up getting a whole lot more of me than you bargained.”

He grinned. “I sure did. But it’s been all good. I love being your slave.”

Destiny felt that luscious pang in your tummy. Curling her index finger several times as if calling him, she lifted the hem of her dress. “You know what I want.”

Tyler beamed.

He came to her, naked, kneeling, humble, and so very grateful. Inhaling her intoxicating fragrance he had come to associate with giving her this gift of pleasure, Tyler extended his tongue into the forest of dark hair that hid the treasure beneath.

When feeling his tongue graze over her clit Destiny inhaled abruptly. Looking down, she watched him with eyes closed and nose partially obscured by her nest. It was this picture of him kneeling with his neck craned back and his mouth and nose buried in her nest that had become one of many she now cherished. For her, it was one which held so many emotions. They were feelings that verified his submission, obedience, love, appreciation, devotion and more.

Flicking off one heel, Destiny lifted her leg and placed it against the refrigerator door at about chest level. With her ass against the edge of the kitchen counter, she exposed her pussy fully to her slave’s ministrations. His tongue sank deeper into her depths. Seconds later her hips started rocking motion. The movements were involuntary. There was no stopping them. His efforts felt that good. His tongue twiddled over her clit. She gasped.

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