She completely agrees

"Well, I suppose if it is the right thing to do, for our relationship, of course, I can't really deny the natural order," Emma says. "Call me goddess, John," your vision blurs due to the speed with which you nod your head. "Yes, goddess," you croon.

"The first thing you should do for the goddess is worship me," while Emma seemed uncomfortable at first, she is standing straighter and her smile grows wider as the speech goes on. "Now, um... supplicant John, kneel before me and worship my... my... pussy through word and deed."

So quickly do you drop to your knees that you feel the connection to the shore as a sharp pain. However, this pain is nothing compared to the glow of satisfaction which Emma is granting you. Emma quickly pulls down her pants, followed soon after by her underwear.

Astonished, but aroused, you kneel before Emma and begin to laud her pussy. "Your pussy brings life into the world. Its dark depths," You are cut off my the vision of divine beauty which you had previously called 'my baby' or 'sweetheart' or 'my girl;' all of which, you now realize, were blasphemous names which attempted to diminish the vision of perfection which resided before you. "No," Emma said, "that was a very cute attempt, but what I really want... is this!" She grabs your hair and pulls your face into contact with her vulva. Her strong legs clap down like a vise upon your head, locking you into place. However, now that you finally understand what the goddess wishes, there is no reason why you would pull away, as all you wish to do is please her.

Unfortunately, in that dark time before your vision was cleared by that magical elixir called Slave4U, you had never truly paid attention to Emma'a pleasure. Therefore, now that you wish to please the mistress you have enthusiasm alone on your side, because you certainly don't have experience to guide you.

Nevertheless, you forge ahead with your exploration of the vulva. Unsure of where to begin, you decide to test the waters by first pleasuring her outer labia. Your face directly against her pussy, you begin to gently kiss her. She gives a brief shiver before letting forth a hungry moan which both begs and commands that Emma's desires are met. Happily you oblige. Next you turn to her inner labia. Knowing very little about how one ought to please a goddess, you take your best guess at what comes next and begin to lick her moist petals, all while a scent, Emma's musk, starts to drive all rational thought from your head.

"More," your mistress commands, "oh...give it to me...please me more!" Taking this as encouragement to forge ahead in this familiar territory made strange by a new perspective. Your questing tongue finally gets to the one part which you were certain would fulfill Emma's desire for worship.

Emma's clitorous was one part of her sex which has always intrigued you. That small bud, seemingly just one small part of her vulva, actually holds the key to pleasuring her.

Slowly and cautiously, you begin to lick the clitorus with long, even, and regular strokes of the tongue. Encouraged by the breathless moans which venture forth from lips of finest cinnabar, you continue to lick her sex and even begins sucking on the clitorous. You take part of it in your mouth and swirl you tongue around it.

Emma's hands **** your face even deeper into her as she cums all over you. Her life-giving ambrosia flows forth and you dutifully try your best to swallow it all.

Three more times she does this, each time orgasming and yet each time your thirst for her continues unabated.

Finally, when her breathe was coming in gasps and the edges of your vision were becoming crowded by blackness, her legs loosen sending you crashing down to the ground.

"That was quite good, John my supplicant. Perhaps we should both get some rest and fluids in our system," Goddess Emma declares.

So you both go to the kitchen and gulp down glasses of water, then fall asleep, her on the couch and you on the floor beside and below her.