Doing what Goddess wants

On Monday Goddess told me to be ready and waiting for her in her house dressed in my maid's uniform. I was excited and also nervous, as Goddess is very demanding. I went to her house and put on my stockings, corset, bra, high heel shoes, wig and the maid's outfit and awaited her arrival. I made sure her champagne was chilled and poured her a glass as soon as she arrived. She quickly put me to work, clearing out and tidying a cupboard. She seemed pleased with my performance, although she surprised me somewhat when she said she only wanted me to dress as a maid because she thought I like to cross dress. She's right, I do enjoy it, but mainly because Goddess wants it. I enjoy the feeling of a tight corset and stockings and the humiliation of doing Goddess's work dressed as a French maid. It's vaguely ridiculous and humiliating, but as long as Goddess wants it that is fine by me, because basically all I want to do is please Goddess. I wrote a fantasy recently in which Goddess ordered me to wear female clothing under my normal clothing all the time. I can't imagine doing that off my own bat, but if Goddess ordered it I would do it. That is what female domination is about I think: getting the slave to do things that he would never do normally. I bought a kilt on her instructions recently because she said she wanted me to shop for her wearing a skirt. But I would never dream of wearing it unless instructed to by Goddess.
One thing I do love, and which I might well do occasionally even if not instructed, is wear my rubber suit. It's a nice feeling, but for me the greatest thrill - mixed with a degree of trepidation - would be to be forced to wear it by Goddess, sedated so that I relax, overnight or during the day while she is at work. It is like being back in the womb - enclosed, isolated, sweaty and cut off from the world. The exciting feeling of enclosure would be overtaken in time by boredom and I know I would be listening impatiently for Goddess's return, but it's this feeling of helplessness and total lack of empowerment that appeals to me. I also fantasise about being tied to the whipping bench and whipped by Goddess. This is not particularly pleasurable - for a coward like me at any rate - but it's all about opening myself up to my Goddess and allowing her to do whatever she wishes.
I try hard to please Goddess, but unfortunately I sometimes say something that upsets her and suffer the consequences, which was the case this week. It was a week that I dreamed would be a breakthrough in our relationship. I always hope for the best and will continue to do everything I can to please Goddess, because she is a very special Goddess.