So I moved into Her garden shed - it's not what you think, it's quite large and I've kitted it out well, there's power and everything. I'm allowed into the house to do heavy cleaning, repairs and maintenance work, and every so often, I'm allowed a Worship Session.

That's all the payment I need, plus I get to see Her a lot, round the house or in the garden, coming and going. Plus amongst all the other things I do, I'm Her chauffeur. We got this limo so anywhere She wants to go, I drive. Like when She wants to go shopping, it can be anywhere She wants - Oxford St, Bluewater, up north, anywhere.

Sometimes She'll have Her friends and they go on a shopping trip, I drop them outside the shop and I'm there when they come out, I put all their shopping in the boot and then off to the next shop. Obviously I get to see Her friends in nice outfits but it's strictly business. It's a bit different though if I drive them somewhere in the evening for a night out. Or when She's on a date.

When it's a date I'm on strictly good behaviour. I drop them at the restaurant or theatre and wait close by. Then I'm parked at the door when they come out. I might look at pics of Her on my laptop whilst I wait, but that's all. Then I take them back to Hers, not always, just sometimes, and stop at the front door while they go in, then park and back to my shed. That's when I get my laptop out and open Her massive worship folder and I'm soon having a wank orgy.

On other occasions She'll be going out with friends, and I'll drop them at the restaurant or club. She might say to me "we won't be too long Graham", and I'll say "doesn't matter how long it is, I'll be here waiting, have a nice time." I'll be in the car park, it's dark and there's no-one around, and I'll open my laptop.

Chances are there's a pic of Hers that made me spunk my pants a day or so ago, so I'll get my photo-editor and start to make a picture worship sheet. I love doing those, being very pervy with the excitement of knowing I'll be sending it to Her or even showing it to Her at the next Worship Session.

On one occasion I've dropped Her and Her friends at a club and I'm parked out back. They're all dressed so lovely but I don't look, I can't afford to. Thing is not long ago I'd be on the street here in my mac, watching the girls going clubbing and cumming in my pants, but nowadays with cctv everywhere and all the phone cameras, it's too risky.

Anyway I'm in the car park in the limo with the laptop in my lap. I start to do the worship sheet and I'm erect and the laptop is sitting on it. As I put the cartoon of me on the worship sheet and start putting in the captions and speech bubbles, I'm leaking in my pants. I draw in the grey spunk cumming through the front of my trousers and put loads of moans in my speech bubble. Then I put words in Hers, always including Her calling me a wanker.

I'm looking all the time at Her pic in the worship sheet, it's only a day or so before that I was looking at it and She was making me cum in my pants, and as I'm looking at it now I know She's going to make me again. That always makes for a very pervy worship sheet which adds to my excitement and it's not long before She's making me pump spunk into my underpants.

Anyone close by would hear this perv moaning loudly and see him bouncing up and down in his seat as She gives him the ultimate in perv ecstasy. Then I have a couple of hours to subside, with my laptop still open on the passenger seat. Then I see the door open and they come out, legginess and short skirts or dresses on display.

As soon as I see Her I open my coat to show my still-wet patch and open the the laptop with the picture worship sheet. She can't see of course, they're walking towards me and I'll leave it to the last minute. I say out loud as I watch Her walking up "oh Miss, you made me spunk my pants! Wanker loves you!" She can't hear of course.

Then I close my coat and the laptop and they're getting in the car. I love it that She's so close and I can feel the wetness in my pants and trousers. All the other girls are there too and I'm saying to myself ‘I'm a wanker girls! Miss Joanne knows!' She might speak to me briefly and I'm all politeness of course.

I drop each girl at Her house then Miss Joanne at Her door, park and head for my shed. Out comes the laptop and I'm soon having a big wank orgy. I love it when I see Her the next morning as I attend to my duties, having to face Her after perving over Her so much. She knows of course, and maybe in a few months I'll include what happened in an Explicit Message.

Not long after I'm allowed another Worship Session. These are beyond fabulous, the most incredible experiences of my life. They've come on a long way since the early days, mostly because I'm so much more relaxed now and I've been able to get my head round the fact that She sets out to deliberately make me spunk my pants and make it as nice as possible. In the early days I just could not begin to accept that that's what She was doing, that She would happily do that, it was just impossible to believe.

How could a disgusting perv like me be so lucky, to have a Goddess like Her allow me to worship Her?!

Sometimes, after She's changed into the outfit for the Session, or one of them, She'll come out and put on a tease, flaunting and dancing and showing in front of me. She'll say provocative things too, even saying She knows She's going to make me cum in my pants. And of course She does, very obviously.

Other times She'll maybe do a very short tease, then sit at my laptop and get worship sheets on the screen, then watch a worship video. The naughty commentary will play and She'll laugh a lot, and make suggestive remarks, then explicit remarks, knowing that She's winding me up. Every now and then She'll ask me a question and She can tell by my voice how worked up I'm getting.

It's a sort of game, where She deliberately provokes me but I'm not supposed to pants-spunk openly, I have to hide it as I've done for many years, and of course as She continues the gradual wind-up that gets more and more difficult. Then She'll have a really lovely pic or video clip on the screen and say "Graham's a wanker, he's spunking in his pants!" All these Sessions are video'd and that's really the only way I find out what's gone on as I'm in such a daze during the Session. So when She said that you can hear me on the video doing a sort of grunt and that's where I've started to spunk in my pants.

She carries on saying things like that and on the video you can hear this sort of very low moan. I'm doing my best to hide it but I'm tottering on my feet as my knees give way, and trying to stop my head and shoulders jerking up and down. Then She's laughing and turning to look at me, and She can see my tremors and my pained expression as waves of perv ecstasy wash over me.

She will always ask me a question too, and I guess it amuses Her to hear me trying to speak, croaking as I'm spunking into my underpants and hardly able to talk. Even though She's made me right at the start of the Session I get over an hour of bliss, taking photos, seeing Her pose, watching Her at my laptop and hearing all the lovely things She says while I'm standing there feeling my soaking wet underpants and trousers. It's lovely.

I'll talk to Her too, about this set and that, how many times She made me spunk my pants, after how many pictures - "just ONE picture?! Graham! You WANKER!!" - whether it was a 1st, 2nd 3rd or 4th time around. Maybe all the times when I spunked my pants watching Her in the garden. It's lovely being able to speak to Her like that, and I think She's flattered at how much I worship Her.

"I can just imagine you in the shed when I'm doing a photo shoot in the garden", She says, "I bet you're going crazy and spunking all over the place!" She's laughing as She says this.

"Yes Miss, I love to see you pose!" I tell Her breathlessly. "I only have to watch and you make me do it in my pants!"

At Worship Sessions She always looks at my folder of pics I've found online, we often review previous Worship Sessions and She'll look at the worship sheets I've done of pics I took of Her that later made me spunk my pants. She'll often look at worship videos from edits of the video of Sessions, even seeing the overlay I put in of me actually spunking in my pants to depict what actually happened, and She'll openly say things like "I knew that's when you were doing it."

Never in a million years did I ever think I could have this - the ultimate girl-worship dream, and with a Goddess I didn't just worship, I adore Her. She knows I'll do anything for Her and so She lets me have the most incredible treats. One of those is where I've got to a new set, one I haven't looked at before - I've still got a lot I haven't got to yet - and She will change into the same outfit, and we choose one set in a room like where we are now for the Worship Session.

I put the first pic on the screen and She copies that pose. I'm sitting there with my laptop on my lap, She can see the screen as well as me, and the idea is that I slowly click on each pic in turn and She copies each pose, and we see how far I can get. Not very far usually. This is the closest I've got to Her witnessing a home worship session, where I look at Her pics and videos till She makes me cum in my pants - obviously She's not there for those, I'm on my own.

As I see Her doing the poses from the set, it's very hard to hide the effect it's having on me, but it doesn't seem to bother Her. In fact it's obvious  She's enjoying posing and seeing the state I'm getting into, and usually after 2 or 3 pics I'm bouncing up and down in my seat, moaning  as She makes me cum in my pants right in front of Her.

Once or twice when She's been out walking Her dog She comes into the garden behind the shed and I don't know She's there as I'm having a home worship session. The first I know about it is I'm cumming in my pants, making a hell of a noise, crying out in perv ecstasy, and I see Her walk past my window as I'm doing it. I love that so much.

Other times I'm having a wank orgy in my shed with no clothes on as usual, I've got a worship video on one screen and Her pics on the other, having a lovely time rubbing myself, and She'll wander into the garden in a nice outfit, maybe tight jeans and top, and it's lovely as She makes me just spurt instantly, and I hope She hears my pathetic cries of perv ecstasy as She's making me cum at the sight of Her.

A couple of times when I'm chauffeuring Her and some of Her friends, I'm driving along and I hear Her talking about me. Usually the glass screen is up but if I've got the intercom switched on and very low, I can make out what's being said. There's always curiousity about how She's got a chauffeur and so She explains what it's all about. How I LOVE that.

"So how comes you've got a driver then Jo, that must cost a lot?!"

"Doesn't cost me anything!"

"Eh?!"

"How so?!"

"Graham does all my heavy lifting and it doesn't cost a thing! Quite useful really!"

"I'll say! How does that work then?"

"Simple really, let me explain. Graham is a girl-worshipper and all he needs is, uhm, for me to let him worship me."

"What, like foot worship, or sub-dom you mean?"

"Not exactly. He's basically just a wanker, you know, with my pictures and that."

I'm loving hearing this and I've got a big stiffy already. But I'm strictly focussed on the road, both hands on the wheel.

"So you let him look at you and wank?! My god!"

"No, no, well apart from anything else he can't hold it just looking. Even just looking at my pictures. He just cums in his pants."

"OMG!"

"I've never heard anything like it!"

"Yeah it is a bit weird, but he's quite harmless, and always been very nice to me, does anything for me, as you can see."

"So what's the worship bit, what's that all about?"

"That's what he calls it, really it's about, well, I drive him crazy, he only wanks on me now, he's got just about all the pictures and videos I've ever done, going back to the start. He just wants to do everything for me, buys me presents, all that sort of thing really."

"So, he doesn't want anything more, like move in with you or whatever?"

"God, no - that's the last thing I'd want! I mean, he doesn't do relationships, he's never had sex, or that's what he says. He always tells me in his worship sheets and videos that he's a 100% full-time solo-sex girl-worshipping pervert wanker!"

"Worship sheets?!"

"Yeah, they're sheets he makes up using my photo that made him cum in his pants, he puts a cartoon of him doing that on the sheet. Every time he's done it on a pic, he sends me a worship sheet."

"God, how weird."

"Pervert wanker is right!"

It can be a real problem when I'm driving but hearing what's being said about me, in explicit terms, I can't help cumming in my pants. I always have my ‘driving coat' on so my wet patch is hidden, and after I've dropped Her friends off I park at Her door and She gets out, and I pull my coat aside so my wet patch is showing but She can't see it. As She walks inside I'm saying "I loved hearing you talk about me Miss, telling all your friends what a wanker I am, you made me cum in my pants, look, I'm soaked!" She can't hear me of course and I'm getting myself nicely worked up for a wank-orgy, and I might tell Her in an Explicit Message in a few weeks time.

When I'm doing Her garden I'm often outside Her windows and I glance briefly at them, making sure everything is in order or noting something that will require my attention later. Then on one occasion I saw Her in Her front room doing Her exercises. She'd not used that room before to the best of my knowledge and I stood there entranced, quickly erect under my work overalls.

It was lovely just to watch Her, soon leaking in my underpants and feeling that familiar feeling in my tip as the spunk gradually began to rise. I don't need to touch myself or anything as my work trousers are applying enough pressure, and then my upper body lurches forward as I shoot the first big gob of spunk into my pants and trousers, followed by 7 or 8 more big shots, and I moan feely as She gives me intense perv ecstasy.

The next day She was doing a dance class in the same room, but of course it was too soon for me to pants-spunk again, these days it takes me several days to recover. So I got some new overalls, this time with a open pocket designed to allow your hand through to your actual trouser pocket. I wore my wank-trousers with hole in the pocket and started work, hovering outside Her window.

She must have known I was there on previous occasions but never looks up at the window, and I've eventually concluded that She is letting me see Her and get my sex pleasure. So a couple of days after She made me pants-spunk watching Her through the window, She's back doing Her dance and I'm there mac-wanking - no actual mac - watching Her and soon spunking into the front of my underpants and wank-trousers, soaking them.

Then I go and change and come back to resume my work, so She knows She made me spunk my pants and then had to go and get into clean clothes. Lovely, lovely, lovely.

It took me a long time to realise that She enjoys winding me up, enjoys the power She has over me. In the early Worship Sessions, it just seemed impossible that She would set out to give me the loveliest possible pants-spunks, it seemed far too good to be true. It still seems that now, but I know that's what She does, and it still totally knocks me out. I'm living my dream life.

On the odd occasions when I'm in Her house fixing something, She will go and change into a lovely short skirt or dress, and sit and watch me. To begin with I wasn't sure what I should do - stop work and ogle? Studiously ignore Her and carry on with my work? But when She sits on a stool and shows SO much legginess, stocking-tops and even a hint of knix, my mind just goes into a daze and without realising it I'm gawping at Her, in stunned awe.

It rarely takes Her more than 2 or 3 minutes to make me spunk my pants, I'm in such a daze I don't  know if I'm moaning and shuddering or what. I've worked out now that this is my treat for doing the work for Her, and it really is so lovely, to think She deliberately puts on a show and deliberately MAKES me spunk my pants right in front of Her. Heaven. 

I'm too timid to say anything to Her then, but I always write about it in an Explicit Message, a few weeks later. I love to tell Her how She made me pants-spunk so quickly and what pure ecstasy it was. She sometimes emails back to say She's glad I enjoyed it, adding things like "you really are a big wanker Graham, aren't you?!" or "I bet your pants and trousers were in a state afterwards!" She knows exactly what I love to hear and She's so lovely to me for doing that for me.

I do love my wank-orgies, mostly dedicated to Her, and always at the end they are. I have my computer screens and cram worship sheets, videos and Her latest set I'm on onto the 2 screens and then just jerk and jerk, spanking my bum and chanting, calling out Her name, speaking to Her and saying the perviest things.

Obviously I get VERY carried away and very noisy, so usually I wait till She's out somewhere, but the problem is I don't always know when She's come back and I only find out when I'm at a crescendo, bum-spanking, crying out and moaning, chanting and spraying spunk everywhere, and it's both embarrassing but lovely when She walks past my shed, and I can see She's laughing.

She doesn't say anything to me but I make sure it's the subject of an Explicit Message a few weeks later.