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Chapter 4: Her Title

Her head was buried between my legs, her mouth wrapped around my cock. She had pushed my petticoat and skirt back as far as she could, but it had resisted her efforts and fallen back in place around her head. I couldn't see her as she sucked me, but I could feel her as she gave me a long, drawn out blowjob.

"Fuck, that feels so good," I moaned, dropping my stocking-covered legs over her shoulders.

"I know, Dalia," she said, her voice muffled from the skirt.

"Dalia?" I asked in surprise. "Is that… Me?"

"When you're my sissy, yes."

"Do you get a new name too?"

"Of course," she said, pulling off my cock and looking me in the eye. "I'm your Goddess."

The words filled me with burning arousal.

My Goddess.

It felt right. I was something delicate and beautiful, she was something divine and powerful. I thought I had been giving myself to her, but the truth was that she was taking what she wanted from me. She was in control, and I was merely there to worship at her altar.

She pressed it against my face as I lay on the bed, her heat and her wetness on my mouth. I dove into her with the fervent hunger of a worshipper. My dress squeezed my body, my stockings hugged my legs. I felt beautiful and desirable. Wanted.

Sexy.

The word flashed through my mind and made my cock twitch in the cloud of lace. I was finally sexy.

"I love fucking your face, Dalia," she moaned above me. "Especially when you look like this?"

"Do you like my make-up?" I asked with a smile, looking up at her.

She met my gaze. "It suits you."

"Someone special did it for me."

"Who was that?"

"My wife, actually."

"Lucky woman."

"I think I'm luckier," I said.

"Why's that?"

"Because now I get to be with a Goddess."

She moaned and bit her lip, grinding herself against me.

"What does that make you?" she asked.

"Your devotee?"

"No," she grinned. "You're my sissy. Don't you forget it."

"Yes, Goddess."

"Now shut up and worship me."

She grabbed my hair and pulled me up between her legs. My nose bent against her, my tongue diving deep inside. She moaned and sighed in ecstasy as I worked her, finding her most sensitive spots and flicking my tongue across them.

"Do you feel pretty?" she asked me, and I nodded against her.

"You like being pretty more than you liked being my husband."

It wasn't a question. I didn't have to answer, but the voice was growing inside of me. The truth needed to get out. I needed her to know.

"I — I do," I said, then returned to her.

"You're my sexy little sissy," she continued. "My toy. You're here for my pleasure. You look pretty because I want you to. You make me cum because that's what your job is. And you don't get to, because that's not what you're for."

"No, Goddess."

"That's right, sissy," she grinned. "So tell me — are you ready for the last time your cock will ever be inside me?