Leaving the Airport.
As Goddess Deanna's words hung in the air, She reached into Her purse, and removed a small latex cock.
"Open you mouth robert." She said firmly - no sooner had i leaned forward than my mouth was filled with the small dildo.
As i tried to maneuver the penis inside of my mouth, Goddess Deanna produced a sealed bag containing one of Her stockings - She usually carried one or two worn stockings on Her person, and for the purpose to which She shortly put this one; She stretched it slowly over my head, and lined up the seam of the toe with my nostrils and with my next deep breath Her powerful scent, erotic and feminine, was in my blood, overwhelming me, seducing me. This was what She referred to as my "hood," and She put me into it routinely and often **(see below) - i slept in it several times a week, and, whenever i faltered, and even when it appeared that i might falter, the hood came out and sent me into the erotic trance Goddess Deanna wanted me to live in. There was no circumstance or situation where She would hesitate to use it, and i had spent many hours in the hood which might have been awkward were it not for the brainwashing effect that the essence of Her feet had on me.
"I will not ever let You fail, robert. We are not going backwards. If you did not want this, You should have chosen another Mistress . . . but you contacted me, and now the choices are Mine."
The car eased towards our destination, and, as i breathed in the smell of Her perfect foot, i fell further under Goddess Deanna's spell, further towards a different, and less temporary destination of Her design.
** Goddess Deanna used the hood very often, and it was a near certainty that, if we were attending a scene-related event, i would be put into it - there are many stories to relate regarding the practice, but one does occur to me now - we were at a scene event when husband and wife who were thinking about experimenting with bdsm approached Goddess Deanna - the wife was especially curious about my condition, and the stocking over my head. Goddess Deanna was very friendly and informative, and explained what was happening politely, like a pleasant person helpfully giving directions. When Goddess Deanna suggested to the woman that she consider using this power that was inherent in her own feet, the husband - who was indulging his wife, apparently, scoffed a little at the suggestion - this did not bother Goddess Deanna in the least, who merely smiled - some time later, the woman started to train, in private, with Goddess Deanna, and, within a very short time, her husband was, like me, spending a great deal of time in a similar hood (made of his wife's stocking), breathing in Her foot, as he prepared his wife's bedroom for nights of adulterous pleasure for his wife and Her lovers while he lived in cuckolded, brainwashed submission.
