He opened the door of the hotel and left all his baggage on the floor in a tired movement. Finally! 

He picked up his VR headset, and looked out of the window. There was an exact place he felt was better, a more comfortable place to kneel and put it on. 

Clothes on the floor, he knelt beside them, in what felt the perfect spot, and connected to her realm. 

The room was illuminated by fire candles on dark walls. He knew, from previous visits, that a circular stair was behind him, he was so connected to this place, he could almost smell the red carpet that covered them. 

Reflexively, he adopted his position, hands over his back neck, fingers entwined, elbows pushing out, back straightened, she liked seeing him like this. 

He heard the steps first. Her long stilettos made a distinctive sound on the floor that he had learned to associate with her. She stayed behind him, he could almost feel her, even in this virtual space. 

“Are you on your place, my thrall?” - her voice was but a whisper in his ear, his spine trembling in pleasure. She walked around him, each step was a constant battle of his instincts to obey her and keep his position, or look up to her perfect body and just drool for her. - “Did you improve your avatar, my toy? I like what I am seeing.“ - she knelt beside him - “Relax” - the obedience to her order was automatic, he let his arms fall and his back relaxed, he didn’t even think about it. - “Good boy.” - she smiled as he again trembled in pleasure - “Have you done what I told you?” - she caressed his cheek, her fingernails going to his chin and pulling him up, to her perfect blue eyes, like a clear summer sky. - “Yes, Goddess” - had he? He didn’t really remember… there was something about a key, about money… he didn’t care. Those eyes were everything, this voice was all the sounds he needed. - “You have been a very good thrall Nocti, you can start touching yourself. Slowly, that's it, caress your cock with light touches…” - she smiled as he obeyed, her eyes bright with power - “... slowly start stroking, as you look into my eyes, feel how good is to touch yourself when you obey me…” - he was so deep, he could almost feel her caressing his cheek, smell her sweet roses perfume, her eyes started to draw spirals and they where as unavoidable as his servitude to her, he could not have stopped looking into them, falling into her, more that he could stop the sun and the moon. - “... that’s it Nocti, we have planted the seeds in your mind, and they are growing, pushing everything else away, the more you stroke, the more my ideas grow on you, the more you push yourself out. Pump out everything you where, let the seeds of my ideas sprout in your mind… keep pumping, you are such a good boy, you are so close to having the privilege of being in my garden, keep looking into my eyes, keep falling, keep obeying… “ - his voice was hoarse, but automatic - “Obedience is bliss” - “That’s right my thrall, massage this words into your dick” - he pumped slowly, hypnotically, pleasure building in him, looking at the spirals in her impossibly perfect blue eyes, her satisfied smile made him burn with passion, he needed to serve her rightly.

“Breathe deeply now for me. Relax. Let me take control.” - she moved closer, her lips were so close to him, her eyes were everything in his field of view. - “You don’t need to think anymore. You are tired of that. You just need to fall into my eyes. Exhale all your stress.” - he exhaled as his body relaxed into the trance. - “And once again, deep breath, nothing else matters now, but me and the pleasure I bring you.” He breathed in once again, he wanted to breathe through her, breathe all of her into him, his body vibrated with the need to be absolutely owned by his Goddess. - “And exhale all resistance, all your willpower washed away…” - he breathed out everything that he didn’t need anymore. His will, his stubbornness, his objections. He let go of everything, he only needed Goddess.

“The more you leak out yourself, the more my ideas, myself, grow in you. But we need water to grow this idea, you are beginning to be thirsty…” - he was suddenly aware of his dry throat - “... the more you pump, the more water you need. You need sweet sweet water. You want the nectar of a flower. You need the nectar of my flower.” - he continued to pump, as his mouth thirst for her, he could almost, almost, touch her, she was no longer far away, he could almost…

“When I snap my fingers, you will stop stroking. You will remove your headset and drink deeply. 3… 2… 1” - SNAP, he stopped automatically, he wanted so hard to continue, he needed more of her in his mind, less of him, he needed to leak and be thirsty… Goddess, he was so thirsty. He removed his headset and she was there, he could see her standing in front of him, her beautiful feet wearing heels decorated like old magazines clippings, her long slim legs covered in a fishnet with an ivy pattern, his eyes kept going up, she was wearing no underwear, just a velvet short red dress. The room was dark, but her eyes were bright blue, shining impossibly, absorbing him. Her red lips smiled at him, and she moved a curl of blond hair back with a gesture of her hand - “Finally I have you in person, my thrall, come, obey, drink of me.” - her voice was undeniable, he pushed himself to move between her legs and drank of her, he licked her voraciously, she was so wet, so horny, he needed this, needed to drink, to let the sprouts in his head grow, to give his Goddess pleasure, his hands grab her bubbly ass, his fingers pressing on her, after years of imaging it, his body finally could worship his Goddess in the flesh - “that’s it Nocti, allow yourself to be part of my garden, drink me in!” - her voice went up as she started to feel the waves of pleasure, Nocti did not stop, could not stop. She grabbed his hair and pushed him in more, her legs gave in and she sat on the big couch as he continued liking her, her legs crossed in his back, pushing him in, more, faster, she moaned, he responded to her moans, faster, deeper sucking and licking a thirst that would not quench, she moaned and moaned, her high pitches filling his mind with pleasure, filling her with wave after wave of orgasmic energy. 

She cum on his thrall face, and he licked and licked, slowing down, but not stopping, he was trained as she liked it, until she pushed his head away. His expression was far in the distance, lost in his own mind, blissfully out, a tool waiting for her Mistress to be used again.

She conjured an object, a cage, not cruel by itself, but because of its size. And she knelt again beside him. - “For the next part of the ritual, you must wear this, my thrall” - she pushed the jail around his cock, hard. A devious smile on her lips as he groaned in pain, pushing and pushing his hard cock under lock and key, his throat grunted in pain, but he did not move. The click of the lock resounded so loudly in his ears, but with a jolt of pleasure that made him moan - “I knew you would like that trigger, thrall” - she smiled with satisfaction.

She stood up and went to the couch again, opening her legs and splitting her lower lips with her fingers. - “Come Nocti, you must drink from your Goddess, lick her orgasm after orgasm. All while your balls fill with that seed I am going to collect.” - he bolted to action, part of him was still in shock, she was here, in the flesh! He was allowed to serve her, to pleasure her! He could not ask for more, did not want anything else. He would lick her a thousand orgasms.  Her long black fingernails scratched his scalp as he licked and licked, pushing him more into her, deeper into her power, the more he licked, the less he was himself, the more he was hers. He didn’t want to stop, he needed this.

“That’s it my thrall! Keep licking! Give me your vitality! Let me use your power for my spells!”

“I have tended the submissive ground in your head, planted the seeds of enthralment in your mind, watered it with the nectar of Goddess, it is time for you to join my garden, be mine!”

She cum and cum, and he drank and drank, he never stopped, only went faster as she orgasmed, and slowed when she needed some recovery, his hands moved across her body, the body of a Goddess, the body that ancient Goddess would have cast curses out of jealousy. The perfect silhouette frame, hips that could dance and orgasm out of any man. He could not get enough of her, could not give her enough pleasure, could not drink enough of her.

He had been hours at it, he did not care. She had moved to the bed where she was moaning even more, a lower tone now, he knew this tone of her voice, on her moans. It was when the really good body breaking orgasm was coming, he needed to give this to her, he needed to make it right.

-”More thrall! More Nocti! That's it, just there…” - he lapped and played with her - “That's it! I want to hear that lock in your cock as I cum! I want to hear your cock fighting against the bars! Do not stop trying to get hard, I want to hear it!” - his body had tried to get hard, mostly on the begging, fighting an impossible battle against the metal bars, they had drained his strength, but he could only obey, only follow her orders, his cock reacted out of pure instinct, pushing the metal ring against his balls, it felt too good, he belonged to her, she decided everything for him, she was in his mind, and she will be there forever, he will always feel this pleasure. His dick tried again to get hard, pushing against the metal bars, and the lock bounced against it, making a clicking noise, she moaned harder, he licked her faster, more passionately.

She cum and cum on his face, her legs trembled and her thighs pressed his head, her hands grabbed his scalp, her fingernails going into his head, there was so much sex magic, her body was pouring with it, waves of pleasure …a  tsunami of pleasure that threatened to break every bone on her body, she cum on his tongue and his eager open mouth, all over his thrall face, she could not contain it any longer, she exploded in pleasure and magic. Her back bent as he grabbed her hips to make her feel even more pleasure, her voice was lost to her in a vortex of orgasmic power.

She recovered with his thrall still giving her small caressing licks, her body still trembling in post orgasmic power, she let his thrall minister her for a few more seconds, enjoying the moment, then he tapped his head twice, her sign to stop. He immediately assumed his slave position again on the bed. She just lay there, smile on her face, enjoying the moment, she was about to have another thrall for her garden. She could do so many spells with his orgasmic energy, and do so many more potions with his seed.

“My thrall, you have been a very good boy. Nocti, you have done your purpose.” - “Your pleasure is my purpose, Goddess.” - he answered immediately. He himself was lost in exhausted bliss.

She incorporated herself, and started fiddling with his cage. - “It is time for me to collect from you, my thrall. Relax.” - she unlocked him as he dropped his firm position. His dick grew, pushing the jail out of its way. She caresses it a little, her fingernails playing with the tip. As she started to remove the ring, he spoke - “Goddess… please. May I keep the ring? It feels so good.” - she arched an eyebrow, an action that was incredibly sexy on her, his dick throbbed even more. It was rare that Nocti asked for anything, and in this state, he should not even be able to even think… he must really like the ring. She smiled deviously, and mimicking like she was thinking about it, tapping her fingernails through his cock, as in thought, everytime she tapped, his cock would just throb back up, his eyes starting to go blank with pleasure.

“Maybe, my thrall… where does pleasure come from?”
“You, Goddess.”

“What is your purpose?”

“Your pleasure, Goddess.”

“Obedience.”
“Obedience is bliss!” - he said, moaning this time.

“What am I?”
“You are everything there is, Goddess”

“Ok, you have been a good boy Nocti, you can keep that ring.” - she started stroking his cock, and she conjured a special flashlight to collect his cum. Her other hand caressed his cheek again, forcing his eyes to meet hers. 

“It feels so good to be under my power.”

“It feels so good to be under your power.”

“You do not want anything more than to be under my power.”
“I do not want anything more than to be under your power.”

She came closer to him, whispering in his ear, he could feel her heat on his skin - “You want to be in my garden… “

“I want to be in your garden.”

“You need to be in my garden.”

“I need to be in your garden.”

“When you cum, my thrall, it will symbolise the pact that we make here, you will be mine forever…You want to be mine forever.” - she snapped her fingers

“I want to be yours forever.”

“Forever in my garden!” - she snapped again

“Forever in your garden!”

“Unbreakably mine!” - she snapped a third time

“Unbreakably yours!”

Her free hand had her way to his balls, but her fingernails penetrated the soft skin and caressed directly inside his skin, completing the circle in his sex, magic pouring into them. - “You are going to be mine, I will control every aspect of you. You are going to grow more seed for me to collect, I will water you, and care for you, obey your Goddess and accept the pact.” - he could only moan in answer, there was no more left in him to resist her, no more him, left in him.

“Good boy Nocti, you will cum in ten.. nine… eight… seven… six…” - he moaned in pleasure as she slightly increased the pace with every number - “five… four… three… two… one!”

“Cum for me Nocti! Cum and be mine! Give me my harvest!” - she pumped him hard, fast, long strokes as the flashlight sucked all his seed out of him, all him out of him. Only Goddess remained.

Only Goddess. Forever.

She caressed him, slowing down a little. Her free hand going through his body, her fingernails playing with his muscles. 

“That’s it Nocti, breath deep, you have been a very good boy, look into my eyes, watch my smile, you like that. You like being my good boy. You know how good it feels to serve.” - she stroked slowly, lazily, as her hands played with his sensitive skin - “You have passed the test, you are now forever mine, bask in it Nocti, you can leave your old life behind, you can enjoy your new life in my garden.” - he smiled blissfully, and she answered with a smile of her own.

“Thank you Goddess, for allowing me to be part of your garden.”

“Good boy. Now sleep.” - her hand went to his eyes and he dropped in blackness.