Evelyn calmly escorted her client to his private changing area. She did not rush. She did not hurry to the back cabana where she knew Dean was waiting. Instead, she stopped in the Goddess's changing room to freshen up and then walked the length of the club to make an appearance at the bar. This was a necessary evil because it was the gateway to the manager's office. Once Evelyn was through the bar area, she opened and closed the door to the office before leveling a furious glare at the owner/manager of Govern Me Goddess. "You were warned about her." she growled. "Why wasn't anyone monitoring her? How in the hell did she get so far out of line?"

A hand was held up. "You got to her first. She has been dealt with accordingly. Several other Goddesses were on their way to his side. Nicely done, by the way." Humor laced the owner's voice. "The heightened drama is making for some incredible scenes." A laugh actually escaped this time. "Are you going to claim him?"

Lacking the patience to deal with people any more, Evelyn grabbed the door handle. "I am going to train him. The damage she caused needs to be undone and that will take time." She opened the door. "He will be wearing my collar. No one is to touch him."


Dean held his breath as he heard the curtains closing around the futon. Does that mean she is back or is she back? His legs tightened and flexed as the thought of the hostess coming near filled him with stress. "Breathe. You can rest easy, it's only me." Ms. Ruark said softly from the side of the cabana. He turned his head to the side to watch her check the curtains, making sure that the other patrons couldn't peak into the cabana. Dean finally got a good look at her black bodysuit, swallowing hard at the peek-a-boo black straps that hugged her frame. Good Lord, how do those straps not move? Maybe two inches wide with a ¾ inch gap… Oh, the contrast of that pale skin with the black leather… And it goes from her boot tops…all…the…way…to…the thick band around her neck. Her lips are so vibrant, so red. She doesn't wear that shade at school. He swallowed hard and tried to adjust how he was laying. Those eyes haven't changed though. That combination of brown and green…Shit! They were looking right at each other, a half-smile briefly crossing her face at his brazen appraisal of her body. She continued to speak quietly. "We are going to proceed carefully. The curtains offer some protection, but there are cameras in the ceiling so we are not really alone."

She stalked over to the side of the futon, coiling her whip on the floor. "You don't fear me." It was a statement but he still felt it necessary to shake his head 'no'. "Good. The next few minutes are going to be uncomfortable and possibly become unbearable." She sat a bottle on the mattress next to his shoulders. Then she straddled his waist. He stared up at her face waiting to see what she was going to do next. "This gag has been in too long. You are new to this," she explained as she ran her hands along the edges of the metal bit. "A spider-mouth gag is an advanced toy and shouldn't have been used with you. It is something that you and your dom work up to, play up to, and your dom watches while you are playing to make sure no irritation occurs." She tapped right beside his mouth. "This should never happen." She took the bottle and squeezed a small drop of lotion onto her fingers before gently touching the corners of his mouth. "I am going to put lotion where I can reach. When I take this off, it is going to hurt." Dean couldn't help the snort that escaped. "No use lying to you." she said apologetically. She applied more lotion and then reached behind his head to unfasten the gag. "Easy does it." she whispered. He whimpered as she slid the metal pieces free. "I'm being as gentle as I can." She dropped the gag on the futon and re-lotioned her fingers. The gentle massage along his lips, cheeks, and chin helped him open and close his jaw. She worked the lotion into his raw and broken skin, drawing a contented sigh from Dean. He started to rub his face into her hands, causing her to cluck her tongue and tap him lightly on his nose. "Lie still, sub. You only move when I tell you to." She resituated herself, making sure she was firmly planted against his hard, covered shaft. "See, I try to make you feel better and you get all hot and bothered." She teased easily. "What kind of thanks is that?" When he opened his mouth to speak, she held a finger to his lips and shushed him. "We still have some rough stuff to get through." She rocked against him, keeping him focused on his erection as she grabbed his shoulders and helped him sit up. She continued to move her hips as she planted his face against her neck. He groaned as her scent enveloped him and her body… Oh, God, her body! WHAT THE HELL! Pain lanced through his arms. While Dean was distracted, the Goddess on his lap unfastened the cuffs binding his arms behind his back causing them to drop limply to his side. She snatched the lotion and quickly began massaging his shoulders, keeping his head buried against her chest as she rubbed and rocked. He was unable to move his arms or hands, the muscles had clenched from being in position for so long. "I've got you." She whispered against his head. Not staying on his shoulders too long, she moved to his arms, first one and then the other. Dean began to feel tingling pin-pricks along his arms as if they had fallen asleep and were waking up. The sensation of her touch was near-painful but she didn't stop. As if knowing what he was experiencing, she leaned over to pick up her whip and placed the handle against his mouth. "Bite down. I'm not going to stop. I'm not going to gag you either. It's too soon." She held his chin and looked him in the eye. "You will not make a sound." He bit the handle and curled his pinkie around hers. She continued to massage and caress his arm. "The feeling will continue to come back. It's going to hurt worse before it gets better." He closed his eyes. She slid back on his thighs, taking in his attire and realizing that he created it himself. It was a simple piece, something that she could easily maneuver. With a cat-ate-the-canary smile that he couldn't see with his eyes closed, she lifted and shifted fasteners and clips until the brown leather covering at his waist was moved far enough that his cock was standing free and clear. Using the same hand, she pried open the Velcro enclosure at her crotch. His eyes were still closed. The veins in his neck were popping out as he clenched his teeth around the whip handle. Still smiling, she held his shoulder with one hand and his cock with the other. Mindful of the positioning of the cameras, Evelyn knew they were okay and that it still appeared as though they were fully covered. She sank down on him, taking him inside. Then she went back to massaging his arms. His muffled grunts began to take on a rhythm. "No noise." She reminded him, setting to work on his other arm. Moving up to his hand, she caressed between his fingers as he opened his eyes. She slid up and down his shaft, watching his nostrils flare. "You have to learn to control you orgasm." She said softly. She clenched her internal muscles. His forearms were on fire but he didn't care. "If you really want the sub life, you can't come unless I say you can." She saw sweat beading on his forehead. She switched to his other arm. "You've had such a rough day, haven't you?" His eyes were glistening as he stared into hers. "You don't even notice the burn in your arms any more, do you? You are so focused on your cock. On being inside me. On wanting to come. On needing to come." She smiled and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "That is why I am The Goddess. I know what you need and when you need it. Only I can give it to you." The caressing of his arms was continual. The slight rocking of her hips was perpetual. His response was muffled but she seemed to understand it anyhow. "Let go." Without much movement at all, Dean came.


Dean was able to move with minimal after-effects from his time kneeling in the center of the club. He pulled his clothes on over his club attire, not wanting to forget the feeling of her unfastening his briefs and freeing him for… I wonder if all her subs… Don't go there. Don't go there.He shook his head as he pulled on his boots. If you go down that rabbit hole, this falls apart. He held his head high and headed for his motorcycle. It was going to be a long ride home.

Dean opened his saddlebag and found his helmet. He realized he was moving slower than usual but could anyone really blame him? Slowly he threw his leg over his bike and put his helmet on his head. As he prepared to start the engine, a figure caught his eye. He saw her make her way to her car and pull out of the parking lot. He fastened his helmet, rolled his shoulders, fired the engine, and slowly turned in the same direction. A few minutes later he saw her silver sedan pulled into the parking lot of an out-of-business corner market so he pulled up beside her. "Follow my car." She didn't ask. She ordered and then she drove away.