Worship In Seattle

This fictional story is about consenting adults engaged in role-play. A "mommy - little boy" drama. It has nothing whatsoever to do with children.

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The disclaimer out of the way, here we go.

It's Saturday night, almost time for mommy and me to start church. I know that lots of people go somewhere on Sundays for church, but mommy and I always stay home and have it together on Saturday nights.

Mommy says that she is my Goddess, that all girls are Goddesses and that little boys need to obey and worship them. Just as soon as mommy gets home from her date I'll get to be with her, to show her my devotion to the Goddess. I can't wait.

Mommy and I have been having our special Saturday nights for as long as I can remember, she has a ritual which we always follow, so I know what we will do when she gets home. Its never boring though, ffor some reason it's always very exciting to me. I know that other little boys have to go listen to some boring guy talk, that must be terrible. We don't do so much of that though, mommy says that little boys need lots of activity to keep them interested. She is a very good mommy.

I'm already naked, mommy says that little boys shouldn't be embarrassed to be naked around their mommies, so that is good. Just laying in my bed, waiting to hear her car door slam.

Mommy goes out most Saturdays before our special time. She always seems to have lots of fun and is very happy when she comes home. It's kinda funny cause sometimes when she says that she had the best time I notice that her pretty black underwear are wet and her skin down there looks kinda red and swollen. I hope that mommy is having one of her best times tonight cause I like it when she has lots of fun.

When mommy comes home she will fill up a big enema bag for me. She says that little boys are dirty and need to be cleaned inside and out! She always uses really cold water, even puts some ice cubes in it. She says that dirty boys don't deserve nice warm water, but that after I'm clean she'll feel better about being nice to me.

A long time ago mommy used to give me my enemas, but now I do it myself. She says that I'm old enough to do it by myself now. I have to use all the water though, mommy doesn't want a single drop of it to go to waste.

Sometimes I do it by myself in the bathtub, other times mommy watches me do it. I like those times best, looking at mommies sharp heeled shoes and her long legs while I clean myself out is very fun. It's hard to think about anything other than my pretty mommy when the water is rushing into me, and she is so close watching.

When I'm done getting clean mommy will have me put a great big red rubber plug into my butt. It's not very comfortable but mommy says I'm cute cause I walk funny when it's there. Sometimes she laughs and tells her friends about how 'funny it is to watch me walk around with my stick up my butt.' I don't mind, cause I like hearing mommy laugh. Her friends think it's funny too I think.

When I'm all ready I go back into my bedroom and climb into bed on my tummy. Mommy always follows me in and takes off her clothes while I lay there. She stands behind me, so it's hard to see, but sometimes I get to catch glimpses of my pretty mommy. When she is naked like me she puts on big black leather boots. I think they make her look awful cool.

Then comes the bad part though. Mommy always gets out a whip and she uses it on my bare behind. Whipping, whipping, and more whipping. It burns so bad and my poor butt is always so sore after she is done. Usually it hurts the next day too. Mommy says that whipping me is discipline. That little boys need to always remember to be good and obey their mommies. She says that my whippings are one of the things that help me to remember. When mommy is done my butt is usually on fire, and she is breathing awfully hard. She doesn't mind though, mommy says that whipping me is good exercise.

After my whipping mommy starts being nicer to me. She goes over to my bedroom door and faces out with her hands on the sides. She bends over a little bit, and pushes her butt towards me. She is so pretty like that. I get to go and kneel behind her, putting my nose right between her butt cheeks. She smells really good down there, and I know that this must be what heaven is like for little boys.

While I'm like that I tell mommy thanks for everything she has given me through the week, and I confess all the bad things I did. Mommy always forgives me cause she knows that sometimes little boys can't help but be bad.

My face and nose get to touch mommy but never my tongue. I want to lick her and kiss her there so bad, but mommy says that little boys never get to kiss their mommies there. She is really strict too. Sometimes I just can't resist and I let my tongue reach out for a touch of her. She always feels it though, and then mommy has to punish me for being bad. She puts nasty soap in my mouth and then forces a big red ball between my teeth and hooks it into my mouth with some straps around my head. I hate the punishment and I want to be a good boy, but it's just so hard to resist my pretty mommy.

Mommy says that all little boys need to pull on their nasty sticks sometimes, so I get too. But mommy is really serious about it. She says that I only get to pull on my nasty stick when she is supervising me, she says that otherwise it's a very bad thing. I always try to obey mommies 'nasty stick pulling rules' cause she says if I don't she will put a big metal tube on my stick and I'll never get to pull it again.

When mommy says it's OK to start I start pulling on my nasty stick while I inhale the pretty mommy smell from her skin down there. She says that her smell and the touch of her behind to my face helps me to spurt my gross goo quicker. I'm sure she is right about that.

She always laughs some when my gross goo comes out, usually she looks at me and tells me that I'm a good little boy. She likes to remind me to clean up my mess too, mommy likes a nice clean house so when my goo is done I have to lick it all up off the floor. Mommy says it's good for me and that I look cute lapping up my gross goo. Sometimes it shoots a long ways but I have to be real careful to find it all and lick it all up cause if I miss some and mommy finds it she gets awful mad at me.

When I'm done cleaning up I get to climb back into bed, this time for good cause it's bed time. Mommy stands by my bed for a minute and fixes me a nice baby bottle. She puts it between her legs and fills it up with her pee. She says that I'm too old for milk, and that it's not good for me anyway, but that little boys should always get to drink from their mommies, so it's a nice bottle of pee for me. She says that when I drink her pee, its like I'm taking the Goddess into me.

When my bottle is ready mommy climbs into bed with me and we get to snuggle for a little while till I start to fall to sleep. Mommy says she likes having me close to her and likes watching me drink my little bottle.

I have a very nice mommy, I hope all girls grow up to be Goddesses just like her!