Note: This fantasy came to me as a result of a real life event. Upon our first meeting, I forgot my vows in front of Goddess Viola Voltairine and she did actually allow me to kiss her boot anyway. The following day I came down with an awful head and chest cold…
As she waited for her latest acolyte’s arrival, she casually picked up another of the purplish-blue berries, held it up before her eyes and pondered it before she dropped it on the floor with an air of casual disregard, and crushed it under her left boot.
Her private maid, standing at attention in the corner squirmed inwardly as she watched her in the peripheral vision of her down turned eyes.
“Something troubles you robbi?”
“Of course not Mistress.” she replied. The stress in her voice making it very clear she wanted to be believed.
The doorbell rang and robbi, glancing over to be sure she was dismissed to answer it, scurried off. She soon returned with a naked boy in tow.
Hands behind his back, head bowed and eyes fixed on the floor, he waited until she spoke to him. “You have been through my lessons and have done well. You know why you are here?”
“Yes Goddess. To be considered for a position as a house slave for you. Please, with open eyes and open heart, I want to serve you forever Goddess…”
She eyed him coolly. “Then on your knees before me. Let me hear your vows.”
He dropped to his hands and knees and crawled to her. Once his lips where inches from her boots, he began his vows. “I accept the natural authority of women, I submit to the authority of my teacher…” Looking down at him, she listened dispassionately.
Then his words stumbled. He started the sentence again, “My role is to support… ah, My role…”
“Start again!” she growled at him.
“I accept the natural authority of women. I submit to the authority of my teacher…”, he was blushing now. Flustered by his own failure, he admitted he could not remember the remaining line of his pledge to her. Defeated, he hung his head in utter shame.
She slid her left boot forward. “You may kiss it.” He threw himself forward and eagerly pressed his lips to the smooth, cool black leather, kissing it passionately.
She looked down on him as she lifted it.
“Now the sole. Lick. Gooood boooyyyy…” she watched in fascination as the belladonna she had crushed beneath it took effect.
Had he obeyed her rule, learned his vows to perfection and been a good slave, he would have been offered her right boot…
She leaned forward and cradled his chin is her palm, lifting his eyes to hers. “Awwww. Now you will have plenty of time to learn your vows”, watching as the light faded from behind his eyes. “As you serve the Temple of The Dark Goddess. Forever.”