Skeptical

Instead of the disgusted glare I was expecting momma simply raises a eyebrow as she descends the stairs as the temple falls silent with the exception of my pounding heart and the click of gold heels on marble. Quickly looking back at the floor I can see her reflection on the polished marble floor as she approaches mistress as I wince as my dicklette hardens in it's gilded cage.

"You CLAIM to have done something I a Goddess made flesh could not. You CLAIM to have taught my errant John to be a good little obedient bitch." Momma asks her voice dripping with skepticism as she mentions a strange name I've never heard.

"John?.....I...I do not claim to have done the impossible...only..something you...um......uh. Could have accomplished in a fraction of the time...had...had Bitch not angered you so." Mistress responds just as confused as I am at the mention of this strange name.

"Hmmm.....perhaps you ARE right and...I let my temper get the better of me. As would not any mother when their child attempts to betray them at the birth of their power." Momma responds as she taps the ruby dildo against her plump fuckable lips as I wince as my dicklette hardens in its gilded cage. Though my confusion deepens at what she means "birth of her power" she has always ruled the world.

"Perhaps....a test God-Mistress?" Mistress asks breaking the silence that had descended the hall.

"That is a wonderful idea Sasha! Now...what shall the test be." Momma asks herself as she stares at my lowered head letting a devious smirk spread across her lips.