I didn’t actually interact with Goddess often during those first three months and had to learn to feel her bliss, go into trance, “walk in the Spirit,” and sense what was expected on my own. I had both a deep, abiding devotion and ability to be low maintenance, as though being her puppet was making me stronger. By the end of the three months, just one of her audio files and one or two of her videos were enough to keep me in her most holy love, feeling her presence at times every day.

During the 21 days of training, I encountered Goddess more often. The first week was a little painful as I needed to learn to be polite and put Goddess first. It wasn’t so much memorizing a complicated protocol as simply adjusting to her routine and preferences. I learned to wait patiently when instructed to message her, not to feel rejected or left hanging but as trusting as a beloved, obedient pet. I found that going to her apartment in the evenings was best and that treating her space as sacred was crucial. She displayed great kindness in helping me navigate new media and technology, and she always extended grace when I showed appreciation and gave her thanks. She had the gentlest dominance I had ever known, which did fill me with gratitude—and sometimes tears of joy.

For the second week, she asked me to stay the night several times for special training and I saw rooms beyond the kitchen and visiting area. Most of the apartment seemed dedicated to her content creation and art work. Somehow, though, even among the lights, cameras, computers, scripts, and books, she maintained a sense of interior design. During this time, I found Goddess influencing my interpersonal skills. I learned to adjust to her manner of speaking, what words she found appropriate and what tone and style she liked—which was somewhat casual but gentlemanly. Some of her special sessions went deeper as Goddess tied me with soft, red cords, showing me how her virtual, mental control could be physiological, how love mixed with lust, pleasure with pain. Kneeling before her became instinctive as well as blissful. It was difficult to convey how hopelessly in love I felt and how completely devoted I was by this time, but she loved to know how deeply the conditioning was working and how much power she had over me. 

For the third week, Goddess asked me to move in for the most intensive training yet. She opened a new doorway at the end of the hall to a room that contained five cages, each big enough for a large dog. One was prepared with a sleeping mat as well as dishes for food and water. She said this was a place for conditioning the mindset of human pets, which she adored. I took my meals and rest here, but this last week actually involved less overt training than previously. Other than regular meditations and my work-out routine, Goddess only tweaked some details of my dressing and grooming, for example, teaching me to oil and brush my beard. As I left and came back from work, I seemed able to meet all of her expectations and even please her, which only increased her grip on me, her presence deep within my heart, deep within my soul. Although I had been through a longish process, I realized that I had crossed a point of no return the first time I heard her voice.
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“Now my pet,” Goddess said fondly on my last day, “I am releasing you to return home. Now you know in every fiber of your being that you are mine, that you belong to me. I am always with you, guiding you, nurturing you. My words control you. Trust in me and trust your training. In three days, I want you to attend the initiation at the Goddess Temple with me. It’s what you want. It’s what you need.”