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It was 3pm me and a couple of friends were having some drinks at the local bar, while everyone was talking i noticed this woman sitting in a table alone reading a book. She had a very elegant posture, sitting with her legs crossed, wearing some brown boots, a long brown leather skirt, and a brown corset top. For some reason i kept staring at her skirt, watching as it moved as she moved her legs.
At this point i wasn't talking to my friends or even paying attention to what they were saying as i was just mesmerized by her skirt, and by her flawless figure. At one moment as i was shifting my eyes up watching her i realized she was staring right back at me, i panicked and just looked another way, hoping she didnt figure out i was gazing at her the whole time. After a minute or so i looked at her again and she was back at reading her book, so i just went back to staring at her skirt.
When my friends decided to leave i said i was staying just a little bit as i told them i was meeting someone, i needed to know more about this beautiful woman. I stayed there ten more minutes trying to come out with some excuse to talk to her, when i finally thought about something i stood up and walked to her table, as i was about to interrupt her reading she closed her book stood up and looked right into my eyes.
Everything i thought up before going there was gone now and before i even had the chance to say anything she asked me "were you staring at my skirt this whole time?" i couldnt lie, her look just made me feel weak and i answered "i...yes Ma'am". She smirked, put her hand on my shoulder and push me down to my knees "well then take a closer look... and its Goddess to you" i quickly replied "Yes Goddess" as i stared at her skirt defined by her flawless figure.
"Go ahead you can touch it...just the skirt not my skin!" she said with a commanding voice, i promptly obeyed, feeling it not just with my hands but rubbing my face as well on it. I knew there were people watching, probably making fun of me, but i didnt care about anything, just worshipping the Goddess standing before me and her brown leather skirt.
Suddenly she just pressed her boot against my chest pushing me away from her and said "Enough, i have to go now..." still on my knees i begged her not to "Please...please Goddess dont leave" she laughed at me and said "...i may be back..or not" she picked her things and left, i just stood there on my knees for a while just trying to make sense of what happened. Now i go there everyday at the same time waiting patiently for my Goddess's return.
PART TWO 'Goddess Gina's Return'
I waited patiently for her return, everyday i went to that same place, but to no avail.
One day as i was returning home from the bar, i saw her, she was wearing a different outfit but with that same beautiful brown leather skirt. I saw her from far away but there was no doubt in my mind it was my Goddess. She was getting into a cab, so i ran as fast as i could in her direction. When i got there she was already entering the cab, so in fear of her driving off, i got into it as well.
Still trying to catch my breath now with both her and the cab driver looking at me surprised, i could only mutter the words "Goddess, please...", still looking at me surprised, she said "oh...i remmember you!". The cab driver a bit confused by what was happening asked "where to Ma'am?", she gave him an address, "And you sir?" i didnt say a word, infact wasnt even listening i kept admiring her beauty, she replied for me "dont worry about him..".
As he drove off, i, now more composed, said "Goddess... can i...can i worship you and your skirt?" she laughed at me and asked "I didnt get off your mind these past weeks havent i? .... well you're in luck slave, i am in a good mood today and feel like playing..",
i had not been called a slave before, it felt appropriate as she did infact enslaved my mind since the moment i saw her for the first time, she then took her purse out of her lap, and i imediately started worshiping her skirt putting my hands on her thighs placing them carefully so that i wouldnt touch her skin, as she ordered me not to before, and rubbed my face in the leather. As i was worshiping my Goddess's skirt i felt an indescribable high, a result from that overwhelming urge to see her again, to worship her.
While i was in an complete altered state, i noticed that her skirt had two gold zippers, one on each side, something about it caught my attention. She started playing with one of them with her fingers, at first just tapping on it with her fingernails and then pushing it up and down, Goddess knew she had my attention so asked me "Do you want to kiss it?", "Yes please Goddess please let me kiss it!!", "Its not good enough slave... you'll have to do a lot better than that...you'll have to beg for it",
"Oh please Goddess please i'll do anything, i beg you Goddess let me kiss it" she didnt say anything,she smirked, just snapped her fingers and pointed down at the gold zipper she was playing with, and i quickly rushed to kiss it passionately. Goddess seems to be pushing me deeper and deeper into subservience, i dont know where we are going but the cab stopped, we have arrived.
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