This story was "requested" by My Goddess Lola after a hypno-session last month.
CHAPTER ONE: ARRIVAL
Daniel looked at the slick brochure that came in his mail.
“How did I get on this mailing list?” he wondered. The cover showed a
magnificent home—almost a manor house—with the title “The Temple of Pleasure”
above it. Inside were photos of the interior, all populated with some of the
most beautiful women he had ever seen…and not a man among them. They were all
dressed elegantly, and engaged in what seemed to be extremely erotic
activities. Daniel felt his cock rise.
The text described the Temple as a place for sexual gratification,
all led by someone who went by the name of Goddess Lola Venus. Oddly, there
were no pictures of this person in the brochure. Her adherents were described
as “worshipers” and some of the pictures seemed to portray them kneeling at
her feet and offering homage. The brochure said such honors were rewarded by
sexual pleasure unexcelled anywhere in the world. The final page showed the
attendants apparently in an erotic trance, all gratifying themselves in obedience
to their “Goddess”.
Daniel, a sexual submissive his entire life, was fascinated.
He had to know more. There was a phone number—1-800-GODDESS. He picked up the
phone and dialed. A sultry, husky female voice with a British accent came on
and said, “You have reached The Temple of Pleasure. We are dedicated to making
you feel nice…nice…nice…nice…nice…” The voice went on repeating that word and
Daniel soon found himself intoning it as well. He lost all concern for what he
was doing except listening to the voice…and lost track of how long he had been
on the phone….until the sound switched to a dial tone.
With that, he opened the browser on his phone, went to a
website (without even realizing how he knew where to go) and arranged a weekend
at the Temple of Pleasure. When that was done, he collapsed into a trance and
pleasured himself until he awoke the next morning.
Ten days later, Daniel’s weekend at the Temple arrived. He
didn’t even need to arrange transportation. A big limousine appeared at his
door with a uniformed chauffeur—a woman, clad in a pink leather suit. She took
his bag, put it in the trunk and escorted Daniel to the car. (It was the last time
he ever saw that bag.) The limo’s windows were deeply tinted and Daniel could
not see anything of the country they drove through. But after an hour, the car
came to a halt on a curved driveway. The chauffeur opened the door and Daniel
recognized the exterior of the Temple of Pleasure. He saw a dozen or so
beautiful women lounging on the lawn, in various stages of dress and undress,
but always in pairs, trios, or more…and always clearly enjoying each other’s
erotic company.
The chauffeur took him by the arm and escorted him up the
stairs and to a well-furnished office. She pressed a button, a buzzer sounded
somewhere within and, moments later, yet another gorgeous woman appeared. She
was tall and statuesque, with lustrous black hair, and clad in a pink satin
gown. “Welcome to the Temple of Pleasure, Daniel,” she said. “I am the Abbess
Miranda. It is my duty to get you settled in.” She stepped back and looked
Daniel over. “Oh, yes, you will make a fine addition to our worshipers,” she
said, smiling.
At that moment, a gong sounded somewhere in the building.
“Oh, dear, I’m afraid it’s almost time for the afternoon ritual. We have just
enough time to get you to your room before it begins.” She took him by the hand
and hurriedly propelled him down the corridors until she stopped before one of
the doors. She unlocked it and gestured for him to enter. “This will be your room,
Daniel. Now, as a new initiate, you cannot attend the ritual in person, but you
can watch the live-stream. It will begin automatically on the TV here. Be sure
to pay close attention.” With that, she left, locking the room from the
outside.
Almost as soon as she did, the TV came on, showing a room
that looked much like a church, focused on an altar area. There was a pulsing
pink lighting effect that riveted Daniel’s eyes to the screen and then a voice
that seemed to emanate from the very walls of the room—that voice, the
one that had so enthralled him in the original call. “Welcome to all my
worshipers, novices, and initiates,” it began in that husky, British-accented
tone. “As always, I am here to fill you with pleasure, to make you feel
nice…nice…nice…nice…nice…nice….nice…”
Other voices now joined in with that repetition and soon,
Daniel joined as well, and the words seemed to pulse and throb in synch with
the pink light on the screen. Daniel felt his mind float away on a pink fog,
surrounded by an undefinable pleasure, drifting softly on the rhythm of the
words and light. He was unsure how much time passed, but soon he heard the buzz
of the electronic lock on his door. “Nice…nice…nice…nice….” he was still
murmuring as Abbess Miranda re-entered.
“Oh, I see you are all
ready for me,” she said, smiling, as she looked him up and down. Daniel stood
looked at himself in the mirror. He was no longer in the clothes he had arrived
in. He was wearing a lacy pink bra, matching panties, and pink stockings held
up by a matching garter belt. A pair of pink pumps, with three-inch heels, were
on the floor by his feet. The cups of
the bra hung loosely from his flat chest, but the panties were quite filled by
his burgeoning cock. His hands immediately went to his crotch in an effort to
hide his arousal. “No need for that, Dani,” the Abbess said. “I have the rest
of your clothes here.” She laid out the pink mini-dress she carried on the bed,
along with a pink box.
“Did she call me ‘Dani,’” Daniel thought and then realized
that was right. He was Dani now.
The Abbess opened the box and removed a pair of fake
breasts. She carefully inserted them into the cups of his bra, giving him a
lovely set of 35-C tits. Then she dropped the dress over his head and the hem
fell to mid-way on his thighs. “This is the garb of all initiates,” she told
him. “You will wear it at all times. When you graduate to novice, you will
receive a full-length gown, such as I wear, and have permission to dress in
other clothes when not participating in worship.” Her phone buzzed and she
answered it. “Really? Very well, I will escort her immediately.”
She turned to Dani. “You are being given a rare
privilege—especially for a new arrival. You have been granted a private
audience with the Goddess Lola Venus.” She unlocked the door. “Now, follow me.”
The Abbess led Dani through what seemed like miles of corridors to a large
white door. She pressed a button beside it and a deep brass bell rang from
inside. Moments later, the door swung open of its own accord. “Enter, Dani,”
she said.
Dani looked at her questioningly. “Only you may enter,” the
Abbess explained. “I have not been invited.”
Tentatively, Dani moved forward and through the doorway. As
she did, the door again swung closed. A pink light again shone throughout the
room. Somewhere in the distance, a voice—that voice—called: “Come here,
Initiate.” Dani inched forward, still unsure of what was happening. As she got
closer to the source of the voice, the light began to pulse, seemingly in time
with her own heartbeat. Finally, a white light pierced the pink and revealed a
figure on the platform before Dani.
The pink light pulsed with her words, and Dani found herself speaking them with her: “Nice…nice…nice….nice…nice…nice….nice….” Dani was again, succumbing to the power of the Goddess of Pleasure, Lola Venus.
TO BE CONTINUED
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