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Have you ever heard of a practice called “Panty Queening? “Goddess escorted me into her play space, then left the room while I stripped naked and waited respectfully for her to return. Soon goddess Amora returned, carrying two small glass jars: one pearly white, the other brilliant pink.

“You are going to do my nails before we go any further,” goddess, Amora smiled. “I hope you’re good at this!”

Goddess seated herself upon her offering table and motioned for me to kneel before her feet. Gingerly, I clambered into the quaint meditation-style kneeling bench. This Japanese bench allows a loyal subject to kneel comfortably and without strain for long periods of time while concentrating 100 percent attention upon her divine peds. This is a totally brilliant idea that I’ve never seen adapted by anyone else in the scene.

Can you imagine kneeling in a Japanese-style meditation bench, holding long, beautiful goddess feet over your naked lap? Well, friends, it was a temptation, but not as much as you might think, because I really wanted to please goddess Amora and not mess up the paint job.

So holding her toes close to my eyes, working from toe to toe, I carefully applied one coat of pearly white underpolish, followed by three applications of her cherry-pink, rather thin and clear, finish coat.

Goddess Amora thought I did pretty well. As I finished each coat on each foot, I blew the toenails dry before moving on. And I boldly kissed her upper arches a few times, earning several smiles.

Finally, I treated goddess Amora to a brief demonstration of my foot reflexology skills, which are actually pretty darn good. She told me if she’d known I could do that, we’d have done a foot massage instead of toenail polishing. Who could believe that such a young woman would have tired feet? So now I look forward to working reflexology magic upon goddess Amora the next time we meet. This is a beautiful and satisfying approach to real intimacy, when performed on someone you adore!

Next, goddess Amora directed me to lay face down on her altar, while she worked on my back and interrogated me. She tells me that the large, hard knot in my back is caused by stress and tension that I hold. The first time she worked on this, it was noticeably smaller after the session. Today she got it to go down even more. Remember that Goddess Amora is not exactly a dominatrix, nor does she desire to be one. She’s a goddess! She wants to dominate males according to her own ideas. Some things she practices will overlap with the technique of a traditional Domme, some will not. Can you believe that her compassionate, friendly, yet no-nonsense approach to massage table work will put you more under her control than if she strapped you into a St. Andrews Cross? It works that way for me because it establishes a powerful emotional bond when I realize how much I need her, based upon the wonderful results she has on my back.

All “too soon” it was time for the Teasing & Denial part of the session. Goddess Amora is a woman who really loves to manipulate and stimulate you up to a fever pitch… and keep you that way. As a life-long fan of this most erotic art, I’ve never met a woman so totally understanding of the male “predicament.” We males are so focused on that sort of pleasure, but then just when it’s getting unbearably good… suddenly it’s over. And while some guys can hold off by desensitizing themselves or thinking of unpalatable things, that also kills the pleasure.

Would you believe that I used to drink some beers and pound away inside various poor young girlfriends for what seemed like hours? I thought I was quite manly, managing to “last” so long, but truth be told, I was just building my skill at desensitizing myself. And generally, if you get really, really, good at that, eventually you won’t even be able to get an erection. After all; where’s the pleasure?

Ah, but what a difference it makes to just glide along in ecstasy, being teased near the edge and “denied” release again and again, being given the blessed opportunity to learn that the arousal and pleasure phase is the actual “End” to be valued, and the so-called genital sneeze is actually rather worthless. Well, to each his own; and those who have had a need to learn about this usually wind up not seeing it as “denial” at all. It’s more akin to a blessing. A goddess blessing!

Goddess Amora liked one of the questions I asked her. She asked me to write about it here.

Can you picture a man who is all alone on a deserted island, I asked her? Seeing to shelter, fire, and food keeps him pretty busy, but still he’s lonely. And sometimes, it doesn’t even need to be a desert island because the world we inhabit offers many of the same features, eh?

So one day, into this man’s life comes a beautiful, caring, bold and playful goddess, and she is skilled beyond compare at the technical arts of addressing the male need for carnal pleasure. Meaning this goddess knows how to get a male worked up and aroused with more heat and edgy pleasure than most men have ever experienced. How did she acquire this valuable expertise? Easy! Over her entire young life, she’s always insisted on doing things her way and she’s usually learned how to make those around her – especially males – discover that her way is sooooo much more pleasurable and intense than whatever they may have had in mind themselves!

So we have the lonely male, living on the desert island. Right? Joined by a wonderous goddess who can make his sensual life come alive, and who is also most stimulating in all the other social ways. Goddess tells the male she will stay with him, but there are Three Conditions.

1. He must contribute to her support. After all, this is a desert island, right?
2. He must treat her with Respect, kindness, and understanding. He must really strive to consider her comfort, safety, feelings, and happiness at all times.
3. She will show him intense erotic genital pleasure, equal to the experiences of fabulously rich and powerful Eastern potentates… BUT… he must never, ever, ejaculate his semen. Not even once. Or she might vanish instantly, never to return. There will be a fifty-fifty chance with this, just to add allure for the daring and very foolish.

Can you picture the scenario described above?

When I finished telling goddess Amora about it, she asked me about the choice I would make. I told her I’d beg the goddess to make good and darn sure she never lets me come. Even if she had to tie me down, though I don’t think that would be needed.

And do you know what? Today as I walked around, that goddess was still with me, and I was filled with a pleasurable tingle and an otherworldly feeling of being on the edge, just where goddess Amora had brought me when our time together ended the other day. Today, all day long, I had a spring in my step, a smile on my face, and a pleasant word for everybody I met. I had an easy way to deal with the little, usually annoying trials and tribulations of normal life. I was filled with the affectionate feeling of the open heart. And I was also aware of another feeling, rather mysterious. Would you believe I felt like a goddess was watching over me? Nodding with approval?

Do you want to know something else? Goddess Amora promised that we can play “Panty Queening” the next time. With pure, white, cotton panties. Right after I give her the best foot reflexology massage she’s ever had!

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