I have been thinking about "Goddess Worship." Lately I have grown far more comfortable with the title "Goddess." Being called "Goddess" used to grate My nerves. (I suspect that was because it was (and is) largely wielded by domme-whore submissive, slut boys in an attempt to immediately convey that I had become their own personal jesus with as little as "hello." I recoiled at the word because, generally, the speaker was never anything to Me and I certainly didn’t want him to think I was his anything. For the most part, it smacked of insincerity and the traditional expectation that I would then play the assigned role of being a leather-clad fuck doll that took control of a man’s prick in some cliché, predictable way. Obviously, that’s not Me.) And to be sure, I abandoned …