About Me: I’m Goddess Valora. I am a professional online and real time Domme. I have been doing this for the past 3 years. I have 3 successful clip stores, loyal slaves, awards, and the best industry friends.
My life is fetish and I wouldn’t change that for anything in the world.
Sometimes it takes subs awhile to go from an online relationship with a Domme to an in-person relationship. For one such sub, let’s call him Rob; it took over a year. I first started talking to Rob over a phone-based site I worked for in 2015. He was my first big regular on there and dropped close to $3000 on me in the course of a few months, in the form of cash and mostly gifts.
Rob had a session booked with me around that time frame, but cancelled it. Afterwards, I didn’t really hear from him for over a year. Then recently he resurfaced, asking to book a session. I made him put down $100 deposit in case he flaked again. Rob showed up, barring lovely gifts; 5 bath bombs from LUSH, a $50 gift card to Starbucks plus my coffee order (grande caramel macchiato, 3 shots espresso, soy milk. Take notes)
Before our session, dearest Rob had purchased 3 clips of mine from iWantClips, one of which was a human ashtray clip. He greeted me at my dungeon with coffee and gifts, handed him my cigarettes and ashtray to carry, and sauntered off to our reserved area in my pentagram bikini (purchased by Rob) and big knee high boots. I took a seat on the couch and made him get down on his knees before me. I had him light my cigarette and begged to kiss and lick my beautiful boots.
One of my favorite things to do is to watch the facial expressions of men in my presence. I like to watch them be taken off guard and tremble. I watched Rob’s quivering lips as he kissed my boots and begged to lick the bottoms of my shoes. As I blew smoke in his face, I laughed. The dungeon floor is notorious for being disgusting, and watching his tongue lick that filth off my boots tickled me. What can I say? I’m kind of a fucked up sadist.
When my cigarette was finally down to the last little puff, I told dear subby Rob to beg for me to put it out on his tongue. He did. The sizzle of the hot ember touching his tongue and the little painful noise he made was like music to my ears. I continued to do that about 2 more times during our session. I wanted to make sure every bit of food and beverage Rob put in his greedy little mouth would instantly remind him of me for the following week.
Rob was a sweetheart, as most submissives are. He worshipped my feet, I spit on him, trampled him, and chitchatted about industry gossip. I made him give me my cash in his mouth like a dog, then used my feet to press the money against his face. All in all it was a fun time.
This goes to show that if submissives are serious about you, they will make the time. Sometimes it takes over a year, but once you’re in their heads, they eventually must come back to get more. The submissive male brain is a glutton for punishment and desire.