DILYS 7




Michael was unsurprised to discover that the address he had been given was the
mansion Dilys had taken him to the month before. Halfway down the drive he was
stopped by one of Dilys housekeepers. "Follow the drive to the car park at the
back of the house" he instructed which Michael duly did. There were several
cars parked there and the identical twin of the first housekeeper was standing
outside a door into the rear of the house. As Michael approached him he pushed
open the door and beckoned him in. "Leave your clothes in the room to your
left, then follow the corridor to the church". Michael simply nodded as he
went in; he was terrified and excited in equal measure. The thought of seeing
his Goddess in the flesh again was almost too much to bear, yet he worried
about what to expect from this worship session. The room looked like a the
changing room at his high school. There were shower stalls at the far end, and
a wooden bench at knee height ran around the walls. Hooks had been placed
higher up the walls, and most of them had jackets hanging from them with a
neat pile of clothes and shoes below them. Michael quickly stripped off,
leaving his clothes in a pile on the bench and headed out into the corridor.
He noticed that he wasn't even remotely embarrassed by the fact that he was
about to meet a group of strangers whilst naked and wondered how he could have
changed so much in such a short space of time. Of course he knew the answer.
Dilys. She had moulded him to her will, completely altering his personality
the way some people could reprogram a computer, and she had done it so
brilliantly that even as he was aware of the erosion of his personality and
the loss of his free will, he felt only gratitude that she should have chosen
him to enslave.

He followed the corridor until he came to the church. It was a large square
room with a wooden floor, completely devoid of furniture. At one end there was
a raised platform roughly 2 feet high. The room was dimly lit and there was a
strong smell of incense. Very low hypnotic music was playing and there were
around 30 people, all naked, standing facing the platform. Michael realized
that the floor had been marked into squares and everyone stood inside their
own. He walked over to a free square and took his position, his entrance
drawing only a few looks. The group was of all ages, shapes and sizes, but was
predominantly male. Michael could see only two woman and they were both
stunning, with perfect toned bodies and beautiful faces. For several minutes
they stood there, no-one spoke, they all stared straight ahead waiting for the
arrival of their goddess. Michael began to feel incredibly relaxed and
wondered if the incense was actually some kind of narcotic. Combined with the
rhythmic pounding of the music he felt himself slipping into an almost trance
like state. He was only vaguely aware of two others entering the room and
taking their place in the grid.

"Good Morning slaves". Michael's eyes immediately focused on the raised
platform and along with everyone else in the room he gasped in surprise at
Dilys' sudden appearance. She stood before them wearing black leather thigh
length boots, a black leather thong and a long black cloak. The cloak was
swept back over her shoulders to reveal her full naked breasts in all their
glory. Her body was immensely muscular, more so than usual. Her legs looked as
if they had been carved from solid pillars of stone, her six pack abs were
clearly defined and even unflexed her biceps hinted at unimaginable strength
and power. Her entire body was coated in oil which caused it shimmer under the
light that illuminated the stage and her eyes were such an intense blue it
looked as though they were lit from behind. Everyone in the room let out a low
moan of arousal and began trembling with desire as the mere sight of the
impossibly sexy super teen inflamed their lust to almost unbearable
proportions. "Kneel before your Goddess", Dilys commanded. As one the entire
congregation fell to their knees, without even a second's hesitation. Dilys
smiled at their subservience as she began to pace on the platform before them.
In the absolute silence they could hear her boots creak as her calves swelled
rhythmically against the tight leather, they gazed upon her in complete
adulation watching the muscles of her thighs expand and contract with each
step, as though hypnotized. "Do you realize how lucky you are my pets?" she
asked. "Yes Goddess", they replied with one voice. "There is no man, woman or
child on this planet that would not give everything they have to serve me, if
I allowed them. Yet I have chosen you to experience the unearthly delights
that only a Goddess such as myself can offer. What is your only purpose",
Dilys asked. "To serve you Goddess, to obey your every command without
question or hesitation." The congregation answered. "This world can be a very
demanding place, full of stress and worry, but I have spared you that", she
continued. "I have taken all your problems from you. No longer do you need to
worry about making the correct decision, fretting about what to do with your
life. No longer do you have to worry about doing the right thing, about paying
the bills, about looking after others. You have only one goal in life, one
aim, and that is to make me happy. My happiness is all that concerns you and
as long as you obey me then you will make me happy. Through my happiness you
will find a contentment that others could never hope to experience, an inner
peace they can only imagine." Dilys stopped pacing and placed her hands on her
hips, her legs slightly apart in the classic pose of power and dominance. She
looked over her loyal subjects, holding each one in her gaze for a moment,
conquering them with her blue eyes, subjugating them with the intensity of her
stare. When her eyes met Michaels he felt a tingle run through his body, his
breathing became shallow as he responded to the erotic intensity of her gaze.
Her look spoke of absolute power and control, her iron will crushing any last
traces of independent thought. "Have you ever met a woman as sexy as me?" she
asked. "No Goddess" they replied, "as powerful as me?" "No Goddess". Who can
stop me from doing whatever I please?" "No-one Goddess, you are unstoppable,
invincible, no-one can stand against you". "Well done slaves", Dilys smiled,
"just remember that you belong to me; you are my property to do with as I see
fit. There are many who would die for the opportunity you have been given, so
do not disappoint me. Continue to please me and I shall look after you, I will
show you true happiness, a life free from worry and stress. Through your
servitude I will bring you ecstasy. Now show your devotion to your Goddess,
cum for me". The room was filled with cries of ecstasy as her command
triggered their orgasms, the men shooting their seed in honour of their
Goddess, the woman writhing in pleasure as though being penetrated by
invisible lovers. Dilys watched patiently as her subjects recovered from their
orgasms. They knelt before her gasping with the exertion and gazing at her in
complete adulation, and Dilys felt am immense rush of power from the control
she held over them. "You are dismissed", she said. Michael watched as the
congregation crawled towards her in an orderly line and reverentially kissed
her boot before leaving the room. He followed their example and as he lowered
his lips to her boot he could see it was wet. He realized that many of her
slaves has been weeping in ecstasy, and was surprised to discover that there
were tears running down his own face. "Thank you Goddess", he sighed. Dilys
grabbed his hair and lifted his head up and back, so that she could see him
over her jutting breasts. "Put on your underwear and then wait for my
summons", she demanded. "As you command Goddess" Michael replied before
crawling from the room.

No-one spoke in the changing room, each person silently got dressed and left,
thinking only of what their owner had said and how best they could serve her.
After everyone was gone John appeared in the dressing room. "Follow me", he
said "the Goddess wishes to see you". Michael followed him to the office Dilys
had first taken him to and beckoned him inside. Dilys stood looking out of the
window, she had removed her cloak and Michael could see the well defined
muscles in her back, her spectacular glutes appeared to be even rounder and
sexier than before and his cock instantly hardened at the sight. "Kneel" she
commanded. Michael dropped to his knees and Dilys turned and pulled up a chair
in front of him. "Remove my boots." Michael unzipped the long boots and gently
pulled them from her feet. He held her foot inches from his face and looked up
at her almost pleadingly. Dilys gave a small nod and he began to lovingly
caress her foot with his lips, gently kissing and sucking at her toes. "I have
decided to sell your house", Dilys began "and you will leave your job".
Michael's eyes widened in alarm but his lips never left her foot. "Do you have
a problem with that", she demanded. "No Goddess", Michael replied, his voice
trembling with the thought of being made homeless and destitute. "Both myself
and all I own belong to you now. You may do with us what you please". A huge
smile broke out on her face at the complete obedience of her slave. In only a
few weeks she had enslaved this man so completely that he would do whatever
she commanded of him without dissent and it had been almost effortless for
her. To see his Goddess look so genuinely happy made Michaels heart soar. To
know that his obedience was the cause of her happiness filled him with such
pride and joy that he began to cry. "Why are you crying slave?" she asked.
"You were right Goddess", Michael sniffed, "to make you happy is truly the
greatest feeling any man could experience. How can I ever repay you Goddess?
How can I ever be worthy of this opportunity you have given me?" "You will
find plenty of opportunity to repay me slave, once your house is sold you will
move in here and with no job you will be at my beck and call every minute of
every day." On hearing this Michael looked up at his Goddess. "Are you serious
Goddess, you would give me the privilege of living with you so that I can
serve you more readily". The thought of such an honour was too much to take
and once again Michael began to cry with joy and gratitude, his tears falling
onto Dilys outstretched foot. "Lick your tears from my foot", Dilys demanded.
Michael began to lick her foot once more, but he could not stop himself crying
and wetting her foot further". "God you really are pathetic", she growled
pulling her foot away "go home and await my instructions". "Yes Goddess",
Michael replied, "as you wish". He rose and began to head for the door. "Thank
you for this opportunity, I promise you will not regret it". "You better hope
so", Dilys snarled, "now go".

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