20.000

Today, December 23, this blog welcomes visitor number 20.000!
Thank you all; enjoy my adventure.

The new palace

My blog is not only fantasy nor fiction: It is possible to visit Me in a virtual world. Go back in time for 2230 years !
I will welcome you in My new palace in Second Life.

My palace in Second Life

My Throne room

Message from a slave

Thank you, Kai,  for your nice prayer and pictures  you sent Me.
your idea to make this prayer a daily duty for every slave is commendable.
I like your house altar as well...

Mighty, majestic, and radiant,

You shine brilliantly in the evening,

You brighten the day at dawn,

You stand in the heavens like the sun and the moon,

Your wonders are known both above and below,

To the greatness of the Holy Queenof Heaven,

To you, Yanara, I sing!

All women and men should worship Goddess Yanara. 

Supreme Goddess Yanara, Your worthless slave worships You and begs You, accept my prayer.

Goddess Yanara takes a bath

a new story by Andrea 

i, one of Goddess Yanara's lucky slaves, often dream of a bathscene....

Goddess Yanara stepped on her 'serpentine' high heels into the bathroom . She was accompanied by two concubines and like girls use to do: joking and giggling . The Divine One wore a long apricot translucent cloak , with a wide ribbon around her waist in the same colour . Inside the bathroom several slaves were prostrating on the floor waiting for orders .

The large tub was filled with hot water and the sunbeams conjured a rainbow in the steamy clouds hanging over the bath . "  Fan me slave ! " commanded the Goddess . The present fan slave  immediately raised on his knees and waved his big white feather fan up and down to cool the Divine Majesty.

Two floor slaves crept closer and kissed the floor around Goddess Yanara , and at the same moment an "essence" slave began to swing his incense burner .

Goddess Yanara took place on the solid gold plate in front of the tub and spread her arms , indicating that they wished to be undressed .

The two concubines came closer, but the Goddess pointed to two worshipers kneeling at Her feet , their heads pressed against the floor. The girls nodded smiling and one of them clapped her hands and said ' worshipers , undress the Divine Queen! "

The worshipers groveled on all fours under the Goddess' feet , bowed down feeply and stood up , eyes casted down . They both wore a gold loincloth and their arms , chest and back were decorated with golden motifs . One of them untied the belt, kissed him and laid him down on a golden table. Then both slaves took the cloack between their lips from Yanara 's shoulders and simultaneously they fell on their knees. They kissed it 12 times and one of the concubines reverently folded the cloak and placed it next to the belt .
' Remove your loin cloths ' ordered the Goddess . The slaves , kneeling at Yanara's feet , removed their puny clothes and knelt naked in front of the Goddess , which , illuminated by the bright sun , was sparkling like pure gold . Smiling she turned around and stepped into her bath .
' Add hot water "she said, pointing to a bottle filled with a red sweet liquid ' and pour that  in my bath ." Immediately some maids did what was ordered , and then Goddess Yanara snuggled in the hot tub , eyes closed, enjoying the lathering and fragrant water .

was it just a dream???

Crawl like a serpent

To know true humility one must be made to crawl like a serpent
Goddess Yanara symbolizes the destruction of the ego. As She is standing with a man beneath Her feet, it must be the male ego She intends to be destroyed.  A slave is tightly bound hand and foot, whipped, and made to crawl face down on his stomach like a serpent just to place his head at the feet of a Supreme Goddess on a throne to whom he must offer his head and face to be Her footrest. This is a ritual guaranteed to destroy the ego of any slave. Goddess on the throne is the Devine Yanara.

a slave's prayer

Most humble greetings Goddess Yanara, Divine Queen of Egypt

This is my prayer to You in deepest worship and love:

Before Your Beauty i bow low,

Prostrate myself before Your Feet

To kiss Your Feet in humbleness

Means utter bliss and ecstasy

My knees are bent, my wrists are tied,

To serve You is my privilege

Addicted to the nipples’ pain,

You yank my reigns, turn me to dust

My Queen holding the bonds so tight

Your Strict Rule I lowly crave

Enslaved by Your Grace and Mercy

Under Your yoke i humbly kneel

You make me crawl under Your Heel

Adore Your Stunning Majesty

Kowtowing at Your image here,

As property of Goddess Y

My Goddess, chaining me to the Tantalus Pole You have shown me the purpose of my life: to worship You, to serve You and to suffer for You at Your pleasure, and I grovel before You in utter supplication pleading with You never to stop.

Your humble slave and obedient servant

Golden Nectar

I found this story back on a memo stick, possibly written by Andrea.

Leashed by two women, the naked slave baruti crawled on all fours, in the direction of the Queen's bathroom. The worshipper bowed his head as low as possible, and only the tinkle of his golden chains echoed through the palace. As they reached the bathroom one of the woman spoke  "Divine Highness, Your humble slave baruti is here to serve You" .  "Enter"  the Goddess ordered with clear voice.
slave baruti prostrated immediately and the two women knelt down. "Supreme Goddess, this humble slave worships You,   Divine Queen , this humble slave glorifies You, Divine Majesty, this humble slave obeys You." baruti chanted this well known mantra, groveling on his stomach behind the two priestesses. Goddess Yanara was standing on a golden pedestal, and two maidens were placing face jewels above Her eyes and on Her nose and chin.
The slave was lead  to the pedestal  where he prostrated again, trembling of awe. Goddess Yanara used him as a footstool as She went to a small table. "Over here slave, and pay Me homage, before I further you."
baruti , still led by the two women, groveled in the direction of the Goddess, kissing and licking the floor.
The slave bowed 12 times deeply before the Godhead, adoring Her as follows:
Mighty, majestic, and radiant,
You shine brilliantly in the evening,
You brighten the day at dawn,
You stand in the heavens like the sun and the moon,
Your wonders are known both above and below,
To the greatness of the Holy Queen of Heaven,
To you, Goddess Yanara, I sing!

He pressed his forhead on the floor and waited, trembling of awe. "On your knees slave" Goddess Yanara ordered. baruti raised on his knees, still staring to the floor. "Renenet, take the beaker and let him drink!"
One of the two priestesses took the golden beaker and held it before baruti's face. "Kiss this sacred mug, slave" she said. Slave baruti kissed the most sacred beaker , still trembling in complete adoration. "Drink !"  the priestess ordered. baruti closed his eyes and drunk the sacred golden nectar of Goddess Yanara.

After that he prostrated again at the Queen's Feet. Renenet ordered him to thank the Deity.
He bowed deeply and recited his words of thanks:
"Supreme Goddess, Divine Queen of Egypt,
this humble slaves worships You and glorifies You,
Thank You, most sacred Goddess, for the honour You Divine Majesty granted on this slave,
to drink Your most Sacred Nectar."

Goddess Yanara smiled and sent him away with a gesture of Her Hand.
slave baruti grovelled backwards on his belly and left the room, full of this heavenly experience.

David's dream

A dream comes to life in My palace...

My SL slave david entrusted Me his dreams.
I cannot wait to convert them in SL reality ....

My Supreme Goddess orders me to prostrate myself before Her Throne and expresses Her Desire to subject me to a sublime form of torture in order to send me even further into my unlimited submission to Her Rule.

For this She chains me to a device called “FemDom V” consisting of three poles – a short one to shackle my hands to behind my neck and two taller ones for my feet so that I am fixed on my back with my legs bent and spread above me so that I am entirely at Her disposal.

Here, a smile flits across Her beautiful face. "But this should not be too comfortable for you," She puts rather severe clamps on my nipples, ties my testicles in a leather sling and fastens it to the clamps.

She stands upright over me so that my eyes are fixed on Her Divine Appearance, sets Her Immaculate Foot into my face making me worship Sole and Heel of Her Shoe and commands:

"Slave you will serve Me, Your Goddess as My lust-slave as long as I wish and satisfy Me as often as I demand. Whether and how I enjoy your services as a pleasure-slave, you will feel in your masculinity, because that will be literally in My Hand. It will arouse your penis hard and severely and lead you to the brink of orgasm, but you may not ejaculate when I reach a climax.

With nipple clamps and your testicles in fetlock I have you tightly in My grip, and you will also feel it in your nipples that you´re denied to come.

With every time you will have satisfied My Sanctuary, and I've refused your relief, you´ll have taken another step further into sub-space and your yearning to serve Me, Your Supreme and Omnipotent Goddess, will be even greater.

If you do your job well, maybe after my fourth or fifth orgasm, I may wear silk gloves and torment your penis even more intensively. You´ll be reduced to perceive your body through your tongue in My Heavenly Labia and your virility in the Power of My Hand, you'll yearn for the rest of your life to serve Me in this way only.

Utterly caught by My Divinity´s power, you will submit and surrender to Me unstintingly knowing that your enslavement under My Feminine Supremacy is so complete and final, that you'll beg Me to be allowed to continue, if at some point I grow tired of the services of your tongue.

All the time you will be acutely aware that I can turn you into My human sacrifice to be ritually strangled between My Divine Thighs at any moment: you will be completely at My Mercy to be granted reprieve in form of live-long enslavement under My Heel.

Maybe I shall then grace you by taking your penis between My soft lips and arouse you even more intensively. You´ll l yearn for the rest of your life to serve Me in any way I desire and wish.

At this point I'm going to rip the clamps off your nipples and twirl them firmly between My Fingers until you´ll whimper for mercy. My Control over your sensations and feelings will be so complete, that a short flick of My Fingers and a whispered “come” would send you into the most profound orgasm rendering homage to My Godhead, if I chose to grant You this privilege.

Finally I'm going to decide whether I shall grant you such a distinction of paying tribute to your Supreme Goddess and Queen with your virility, and if so, whether I shall continue leading you there with My mouth or subject your manhood to imprisonment in My Sacrosanct Shrine.

Afterwards you will to ritually worship Me, Your Supreme Goddess, with your lips and tongue kissing and licking every inch of My Feet, thus proving to Me your full and unconditional submission in subservient love. For all times, you will feel your total addiction and captivation by Me, Your Goddess, and wish to kowtow in the dust before Me groveling to lick the Soles of My Feet."

This said, She covers my face with Her Sanctuary and reaches for my virility …

Yanara glorified (2)

The magnificent procession reached the temple of Isis, where the ceremony would take place. Goddess Yanara stepped out of the big sedan, and was invited by the priests and priestesses of Isis to enter the temple. They were kneeling in front of the great temple and bowed down deeply.

The highpriest crawled on his knees towards Goddess Yanara and prostrated before her. He spoke with clear voice:

Supreme Goddess Yanara,

Divine Queen of Egypt,

Chosen daughter of the Goddess Isis,

we, priestesses and priests of the Great Mother,

beg You, O supreme Goddess, to enter this temple

Your House.

Welcome to Your home, oh Divine Queen.

Goddess Yanara replied that She accepted the invitation with pleasure.

The doors were opened and four sturdy priests came out with a golden sedan chair, to carry Goddess Yanara in the temple

Yanara stepped out of the big sedan, together with Her two concubines still worshipping Her Divine Feet . She rose in the small sedan and the four priests carried Her on their knees into the temple, followed by the kings and nobles of the Empire.

New surprises were waiting inside the temple of Isis. In the courtyard 144 young naked men knelt in two rows on the marble tiles, all completely shaved and covered with a glossy powder  making them look like bronze statues. They all bowed down and glorified the Godhead:

Blessed Goddess, exalted daughter of Isis

We adore you, Divine Majesty,

We glorify You, Divine Queen,

We obey You, Most sacred Goddess.

In the first hall (hypostylon) knelt 144 naked young slaves, all covered with silver powder, knelt on the floor. Behind each of them was a young woman in a bright red or orange transparent tunic, holding the slaves at a leash. These young men bowed their heads stroking their penis in a prolonged erection, to demonstrate  their servility and submissiveness.  They worshipped Goddess Yanara as well:

Most sacred Goddess, exalted daughter of Isis,

We are not worthy of licking the dust under your Divine Feet

We submit totally to Your Divine Will,

we beseech You, O supreme Goddess, to trample our male pride

we adore You, we glorify You, and we obey You, Divine Queen.

Also in the second hall (pronaos) 144 young women were kneeling, wearing  blue tunics, waving colored wings fastened to their arms, while they worshiped Goddess Yanara: 

Most sacred Goddess, exalted daughter of Isis,

We adore You, Divine Majesty,

We glorify You, Divine Queen,

We obey You, Most sacred Goddess.

Finally, Yanara entered the Sanctuary where 12 golden stairs led to a large image of Isis.

She stepped out of the litter, using the back of a high priest who quickly prostrated next to the sedan chair. Goddess Yanara climbed the stairs with the 12 concubines crawling behind Her holding the huge cloak in both hands. 12 priestesses and priests of Isis followed and kissed the golden stairs slowly moving on their bellies.

Goddess Yanara took place on the golden pedestal before Her Mother's statue, and watched the Kings creeping on all fours to kiss Her Feet .

They worshiped Her as the supreme goddess of the ancient Empire of Alexander:

Goddess Yanara,

we worship and glorify You, Divine Majesty

we and all our citizens accept Your divine authority

We worship Your Divine Majesty as the highest deity in the areas where we dominate

Oh Goddess Yanara, Divine Queen!

From this day Goddess Yanara was accepted as the spiritual ruler over the civilized world.

The priests carried Yanara back to the banks of the Nile, where  the concubines and some privileged slaves were waiting to row Her back to Her own Golden Palace .

a story - Purification

Baskenatur wrote many stories for Me, and he made most of the photoshopped pics in this blog. I am not sure, but I think this story is from his hand as well...Enjoy his story!

To be a slave to Divine Goddess Yanara is the greatest of honors for any male.  It is only the best qualified who are allowed to do so.  It requires a dedication not just in mind but in spirit.  The slave becomes a tool and extension of the Priestesses that serve Divine Goddess Yanara.  As such, he must be of the most excellent quality (physically and mentally) and he must be worthy.  Owners present slaves to the testing process in hopes of having their slave be chosen for service (a great honor for the Owner.)  The slave is screened by a battery of testing for a year in a most grueling combination of physical and mental anguish.  When the slave has been deemed worthy of service in the Sacred Court of Divine Goddess Yanara,  his Mistress brings him proudly to the court and presents him at the gate to the Priestesses (the most common way slaves become in service to Divine Goddess Yanara.)  The Mistress later will be given a sacred laurel to keep which provides Her special consideration for entrance to the Most Holy Sanctuary once a year.

The lowly slave starts his training in the buildings flanking the main gate. There are three parts:

1. The purification
2. Slave commands & positions
3. First encounter

Ceremony of PURIFICATION

Each time a slave is allowed to enter the Sacred Area in the Palace or as he must serve the Goddess the slave will follow the following procedures that he is required to know and be prepared for in anticipation of this great honor. 

(mind set for the slave—i am the lowest living creature on earth and i am about to come into the presence of the Supreme Being Who made me.  i cannot grovel low enough.)

The slave is prepared as a courtier (it is a kind of humiliation and feminization).

1. His head is shaved clean of all hair using a special treatment from the Orient that will maintain his hairless state permanently.  This is a sign to all other slaves that this slave has had the honor of meeting his Divine Goddess and thus make him special amongst other slaves and common humans.
2. All hair (and potential germs) are removed from the slave’s body using the special treatment from Orient.  This is most painful but saves a lot of maintenance time later.  The slave may be bound when this happens but most are not.
3. The slave is submerged in a hot bath of near boiling water and scrubbed thoroughly.  Then he is oiled with a sacred purifying oil that kills all germs and leaves the slaves body with a glistening  appearance.  This usually makes the slave’s cock erect to  an extent he has never experienced before.  This is offensive but will be dealt with in the next step.
4. The slave is ordered up on an examination table where he is bound.  He lays back flat and cannot move, but his legs are spread wide and chained to the side giving his processors easy access to his genitalia.  A Priestess slave handler sterilizes the area to be operated on and carefully inspects with prodding hands the slaves cock and balls. Satisfied that all is well she takes a large needle and guide’s it through the slave’s cock head.  This is followed by a ring which is inserted through the head.   The cock is pulled down between his genitals and attached to another ring between his legs.  This effectively removes any possibility for the slave to ever have an erection again (without permission of his Goddess).  It is the sacrifice a slave must pay for seeing the Divine beauty of his Goddess and Creator.  (Is She not creating him as a slave?)  The slave cannot experience orgasm but must seek pleasure only by the pleasure of his Owners.
5. The genitalia are clamped around the base of his cock and balls and ringed with a permanent slave ring of brass around which are lower grade rubies and jewels.  The effect causes his genitalia to push out brightly around his bent cock and to be displayed well for all to see.  Sometimes a slave is further honored with jewels mounted on thin pins implanted directly into his genitalia.  Some slaves have their genitalia completely covered in these pinned jewels to show their complete devotion and willingness to suffer as a constant reminder of their helpless and complete devotion to their Goddess.
6. Then all slaves (stinking creatures) are perfumed in aromas pleasant to the smell.
7. Some slaves destined to be pleasure slaves, are painted and decorated further.  Most slaves are not and are left completely naked.  Facial decorations and paint are considered for the upper classes and not for lowly slaves who are mostly considered as animals to train.
8. The slave is chained with his hands behind him and then collared in a temporary collar of leather and leashed like a dog to be led around by his Superiors.
   
   

The lowly slave recites the following prayer/mantra over and over.

“I will wear my slave collar with pride for it signifies Her ownership of me and my unconditional devotion to Her and to all Females regardless of age.
I shall wear the chains my MISTRESS/OWNER/GODDESS gives me as a symbol of my inferior position in life and my bondage to Her and all Females.”

9. The slave’s genital area is sometimes covered with a short see through loin cloth at this time if his Owner wishes.  Mostly they are just left naked so that all may easily inspect the object for their amusement.
10. The slave is taken into another chamber where he waits inspection by a Priestess.  If he passes he is sent on.  If not then he is returned for further processing.  He is put on small stage and ordered to turn around with his hands behind his head.  The Priestess checks every part of the slave’s body for foreign objects and dirt.

After this session, he is lead into another room, were he must bow down in worship position, in the direction of the Holy Sanctuary. He stays there through the night learning all the slave commands and positions.  Priestesses come in every two hours to question him and torture him if he makes mistakes.  Once he has learned everything properly he is allowed to pray and rest. He is allowed to rest for four hours.   In the early morning, after breakfast of a specially medicated  slave porridge to insure his helpless docility, he is purified a second time.  While doing so the slave recites over and over

Goddess Yanara is the One True Goddess

I worship, honor and obey the Goddess

He is inspected again by several Priestesses, and upon approval the slave is blind folded in a leather hood that is cinched at the base around his neck.  This causes great fear in most slaves until a breathing hole is mercifully opened at the mouth.  Some Priestesses cruelly wait until the slave is struggling in horror to open the hole at its mouth.  The slave must learn that his life belongs to his Owner and She can end it or give it as She pleases. 

The slave becomes very docile and obedient at this point.  He listens intently through his leather hood for any instructions from the Priestess who now leads him on all fours like a pet dog to the Main Gate.

The slave must wait in the middle of the main gate, on his knees, head down and in chains.  He is not alone.  There are six other slaves there each seeking to be named worthy by their Goddess.  Each of the Priestesses holds a slave tightly on leash and periodically opens and closes his breathing hole to control him and remind him that he is helpless or just because she enjoys being cruel.

These ceremonial presentations are timed to coincide with the monthly inspection by Divine Goddess Yanara of  her palace and grounds.  As part of the ceremony in every chamber and area of the palace temple,  Goddess Yanara will be coming to the Pronaos (hall in front of the throne room) and be presented with new postulate palace slaves for approval.  Those not receiving approval go from heaven to hell in an instant.  After the ceremony is ended and the Goddess leaves,  they are chained outside the main gate and tortured to death by a populace angry that they have insulted Divine Goddess Yanara by assuming to be worthy of Her presence.  Their deaths are most horrible and vile as everything imaginable is done to them but any of them would tell you that they feel nothing because they were dead in their hearts and minds when they were rejected by their Goddess.

Soon a gong is sounded announcing the presence of the Divine Goddess Yanara and everyone present postulates themselves on the ground before Her Sacred litter. 

Goddess Yanara's litter is made of gold inlaid with precious jewels.  At the very top is a copy of the black orb that symbolizes Her Divine power.  It is held up by a bevy of snakes warning away those seeking to threaten Her.

The litter is set down and the Priestesses rise and harshly yank on their slave’s leashes to bring them to ‘Heel” at their sides.  The priestesses remove the hoods and lead the slaves forward.  The slaves are forced to grovel on the ground as they approach the sacred litter.  They crawl forward  like snakes slithering across a marble floor.  When they are beside the litter (their heads are still down and don’t dare to look up) the Priestess yanks their leash again pulling them back and up to standing position.  The Priestess reaches up and takes a tighter grip on the leash close to the slave’s neck.  She orders the slave to keep his eyes down and then bows low Herself to Divine Goddess Yanara.

The Goddess inspects the slave in Her own manner sometimes harshly whipping the slave’s balls with a thrust of her whip.  This would seem not a job for a Goddess but in fact Goddess Yanara has ordered this ritual performed as part of Her inspection ceremony and it is one that She enjoys most.  New pets are always fun for the Goddess to amuse Herself with.  These slaves may be subjected to many torments in private before the Goddess is through with them.  Today she orders them to turn around and sometimes actually reaches out to press harshly a ball pinned slave’s jewels.  The slaves are not allowed to cry out or speak in any way and must stand and take any abuse their Goddess gives them.   When Goddess Yanara is done with them She sends them away with a flick of Her Sacred wrist and announces either “Accepted” or “Declined”.   

The slave stands in silence,  his head bowed,  while he waits for his Goddess to finish the inspection.  He keeps his head down (he strains to dig his jaw into his chest and stares at his feet.”  The whole courtyard is silent.  It is so quiet the slave can hear his Goddess move on the silk pillows of  Her litter as She inspects him.   She slaps his balls with Her whip.  Tears begin to form in his eyes from pain but he does not move or cry out.  She whips him harder and still no reaction from him.  Finally she takes the end of the whip and jams it hard into his bejeweled right ball.  He does not move as if he was made of stone but then one tear falls out of his eye betraying his incredible pain and runs down his cheek.  Goddess Aishia sees this lone tear with great amusement and orders the slave to his knees.  The Priestess drags him to the ground and Goddess Yanara lifts his chin to raise his head and reaches out and collects the tear on Her finger.  She orders the slave to look at Her and when he is looking into Her incredibly beautiful eyes, she says, “I am amused, slave.  You are accepted.”  Then she licked the tear from Her finger and dismissed him with a flick of Her jeweled wrist.

Of the six slaves presented that day, five were accepted.  When the gong sounded and Goddess Yanara left the courtyard, everyone fell to the ground again in worship of Her.  When the second gong sounded they rose again and there was great conversation instantly from all praising the beauty of Divine Goddess Yanara. 

The six Owners who had presented their slaves were brought forward and proudly accepted the laurel wreaths of status from the Priestess who held Her former slave.  The Owners beamed proudly as everyone bowed to them for indeed, they were now members of the Most Sacred court. 

But one Owner was unhappy because Her slave was rejected.  The Priestess handed the leash to Her as if giving Her a bag of garbage to throw out.    The Owner broke down crying and led the slave out of the courtyard.   She gave the leash to a servant who took the slave to the public condemned area and chained the slave there next to a burning fire pit.  You will have to imagine the horrors that happened to the slave but do not feel sorry for the slave for it is only a slave and such things are common.  Rather feel sorry for the Owner Who the slave humiliated that day by being rejected by their Goddess. 

No one would talk to Her as if they blamed Her for the offense of presenting an unworthy slave to Her Goddess.  She was being shunned and she was miserable, crying and disconsolate. 

A Priestess came to Her and asked Her to wait for there was an announcement.

A Gong was sounded and a Priestess assumed the tower before the public square and proclaimed, “On this day were 6 slaves presented in sacrifice to the Temple.   Five were deemed worthy but one was not.  Goddess Yanara formerly absolves the slave’s Owner of any sin in this matter and She is declared innocent and pleasing for Her effort in the Eyes of Her Divine Goddess.  So it is written.  So let it be done.”

Instantly the Owner was surrounded by friends and others wishing Her well.  All was happiness in the square that day as a festival broke out in the afternoon and there was great partying, revelry and celebration in honor of Divine Goddess Yanara.  

Around the punishment stand the slave hung almost dead marked with an afternoon of torment.  The crowd that had eagerly gathered to watch and partake in the torture has gone home now.  The sky darkens as night begins and storm clouds move around in the swirling wind.  A light rain begins to wash and clean the square once anew. 

The hanging slave with beaten face and parched lips repeats slowly and reverently over and over again,

“Goddess Yanara is the One True Goddess,

We worship, honor, and obey the Goddess.”

Such is the power of Divine Goddess Yanara.

Yanara glorified (an Egyptian procession)

My Italian slave Andrea sent Me a new story, this time he describes a procession en ancient Alexandria. He wrote it in Italian, and I needed Google to translate in Dutch. Sometimes the translation is very weird, but at last I succeded to make a  text that made sense, and again Google was used to write in in English. Please any remark about language or the story itself is very welcome.

Goddess Yanara ruled the Empire, that Ptolemaeus, a Macedonian general of Alexander the Great , had acquired.  After the death of Alexander, the great Empire crumbled, but there was still a certain cultural link between all these conquered lands. Greek was used as the official language and the cult of the popular Egyptian goddess Isis was spread everywhere.
In Egypt GoddessYanara,  worshiped as the incarnation of Isis, could gain enormous power if She would be accepted in other countries as well.
The idea that Goddess Yanara would obtain the spiritual leadership of the whole civilized world was joyfully received by all the kings, because their actual power remained untouched, and moreover they were guaranteed of a certain solidarity with the associated peace in the region.
So a grand ceremony was planned in Egypt where the goddess Yanara would be recognized and honored as the supreme Goddess in Alexanders ancient empire..

the ceremony
The ceremony will take place on the square in front of the Temple of Isis. This temple is about 2 miles away from the palace of Goddess Yanara, and a long marble avenue is between the two sacred buildings. 
The Goddess Yanara is carried to the temple of Isis where She will be recognized and worshiped as the supreme Deity by all the kings and rulers of the various countries

Thousands of people from Alexandria and surroundings gathered to catch a glimpse of the Godhead. They stood in the blazing sun for hours waiting along the wide avenue. The procession with Goddess Yanara was formed on the large square in front of the Palace.

the procession

24 soldiers in blue tunics marched in front,with colorful banners representing the Goddess Isis.

Then 144 priestesses of Isis followed, all dressed in bright long white robes. They constantly invoked the Goddess Isis repeating the famous prayer "Awake" in Egyptian.

Nehes, nehes, nehes,

Nehes em hotep,

Nehes em neferu,

Nebet hotepet

Weben em hotep,

Weben em neferu,

Nutjert en Ankh,

Nefer em Pet!

Pet em hotep,

Ta em hotep,

Nutjert sat Nut,

Sat Geb,, Merit Auser,

Nutjert Asha-renu!

Anekh hrak

Anekh hrak

Tua atu, Tua atu,

Nebet Aset!

Awake, awake, awake,

Awake in peace,

Lady of Peace,

Rest thou in peace,

Rise thou in beauty,

Goddess of Life

Beautiful in Heaven.

Heaven is in peace,

Earth is in peace

O Goddess,

Daughter of Nut,

Daughter of Geb,

Beloved of Osiris,

Goddess rich in names!

All praise to You,

All praise to You,

I adore You,

I adore You,

Lady Isis!

From time to time they halted, turned and knelt bowing deeply in the direction of Goddess Yanara.

This goup of priestessess was followed by 144 priests of Isis. They wore white tunics and 24 of them carried a large life-size statue of the Mother Goddess (Isis).

Behind the priests came 12 slaves in red tunics with banners showing the cartouche of Goddess Yanara.

This group was followed by the priestesses of Yanara, all dressed in  transparent blue, orange and green colors. They constantly worshiped Goddess Yanara reciting the famous mantra:

Exalted Goddess, we worship You

Divine Queen, we glorify You

Divine Majesty, we obey You.

They also stopped frequently to kneel and bow down deeply in the direction of the Goddess.

Then came the priests of Yanara, dressed in golden tunics, and their faces and arms were also made up in gold. 36 of them bearing a large golden statue of the Goddess.

Just behind them came 36 women in silver dresses, each with two naked slaves on a leash, crawling on hands and knees . This was an idea of Goddess Yanara Herself to show Her unlimitted  power over men.

24 men in green tunics and green headgear were beating huge drums and the procession moved forward on their rhythm.   Between these drummers and the sedan chair,  half-naked boys and girls with colored wings on their backs, strewed fragrant flowers on the road.

At last She appeared, the living Goddess. Especially for this occasion, a sedan chair was made in the shape of a pyramid. The base was the huge bed on which the Goddess and two concubines lay, and the four sides were formed by golden curtains that could be opened. The construction was carried by 48 naked young men ,volunteers from all regions of Egypt. They slowly crawled on hands and knees under the burden, on the rhythm of the drums. Around this litter dozens of slaves walked on their knees with great fans and incense burners.

The Divine Queen lay on the bed, wrapped in a thin golden dress and adorned with all her precious jewels. She wore the Isis crown and a huge transparent cloak was attached to Her necklace and both arms. Two lovely concubines were at Her side,  kissing the Feet of Goddess Yanara, who looked down proudly through the curtains on the kneeling and bowing people. 

Finally 96 naked and chained slaves followed, crawling as worms over the marble tiles, which they kissed and licked to honour  the living Deity.

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Story: The floor slave

Italian slave Andrea sent Me this short story in Italian  and Google translated it in English. So  blame Google if there are errors!

The floor slave

I often see how in my fantasy how i am led to Goddess Yanara for the first time!
The training was terminated. From the five slaves who started the training 1 year ago only me remained. Today was the big day and I would be brought to the Goddess to present myself.
As usual, I was thoroughly bathed and perfumed, and a black cloak hid my naked body . The priestesses who would accompany me fixed a brass collar around my neck, and they attached it at two chains. So we went, the two priestesses and I,  towards the throne room. I had to crawl on my knees bowing down my head. We climbed the stairs and entered the throne room. I prostrated on the golden tiles and waited for the orders. One of the priestesses  spoke:
"Divine Majesty, Your new slave did finish the training succesfully and is ready to  serve You in complete submission, o Supreme Goddess and Divine Queen,"
Then the other priestess commanded me: "Crawl to the throne, slave"
I crawled on my belly, still led by two women, and halted in the middle of the throne room.
Here, they pulled the black cloak away and I lay there naked. I felt the eyes of the courtiers centered on my puny person and pressed my forehead against the floor. Then I had to move forward  in worship. This means that I had to kiss the floor several times.
The priestesses knelt before the throne and the chains were removed. I was ordered to kneel. Trembling of awe I knelt with lowered eyes and my hands on my back. Then I heard the voice of the Goddess: "slave, worship Me!"
I prostrated again on the golden floor and worshiped Her:
"Supreme Goddess, this humble slave worships You,
Divine Queen, this humble slave glorifies You,
Divine Majesty, this humble slave obeys You. "
Then I heard the ticking of the Goddess' golden heels, she placed her foot on my head and said:
"Slave, you belong to Me and the only goal in your life is to serve in total submission. You will serve me as a floor slave, the lowest rank in My Court. It has been said, it is been written!"
The Goddess left the throne room, and I was taken to my new abode ...

Sacred number 12

An attentive reader of this blog noticed that the number 12 is found more than once. Click  comments 

The number twelve is symbolic of the creation of the universe as it represents the division or fractionating of unity (God) into twelve individual distinct vibrations or tones. This is most readily seen in music. If you take a string instrument, much in the same manor that Ptythagorus did with the monocord, you will find that there are exactly 12 notes or tones before the series repeats. All repeats or octaves are related to the original note or vibration by powers of 2. That is to say that if you take a note and double it’s vibration frequency or cut it in half you will manifest exactly the same note in a higher or lower octave respectively. The notes have been named: a, a-sharp, b, c, c-sharp, d, d-sharp, e, f, f-sharp, g, g-sharp in chromatic fashion. If I was trying to teach music, I would have included flats instead of making the notes all sharps but this is not important as the vibration or tone is the same. For example, c-flat is the same sound or note as b. Now that we know that there are twelve and only twelve notes we can start to see or imagine the process of creation as a fundamental division from unity into 12 unique qualities. These fundamental qualities can also vibrate at faster or slower frequencies through the powers of 2 or duality. This is similar in concept to water existing as a gas, liquid, or solid based upon temperature. “In the beginning, when God created the heavens and the earth, the earth was a formless wasteland”.  First, God said “Let there be light” and this created (1) “day” & (2) “night”. Then God created the (3) earth and the (4) Sea. (5) Let the earth bring forth vegetation, (6) Lights in the sky for signs and seasons. (7) Then he creates two great lights, the greater to govern the day, (8) the lesser to govern the night. (9) Let the water teem with an abundance of living creatures. (10) Birds in the sky. (11) Let the earth bring forth-living creatures. (12) Let us make man in our own image, after our likeness. God created man in his image; in the divine image he created him; male and female he created them. In the book of Genesis, we learn that all the fundamentals of creation form as they become defined out of the formless abyss of totality. We learn that definitions are only possible from the division into polar opposites. For example, how can you define light without darkness, good without evil, male without female, water without earth, sound without silence, hot without cold, etc.? Therefore, creation is made possible by dividing (powers of 2) a fundamental into two diametrically opposed qualities that allows for the comprehension of both through the existence of its opposite even though they sprang forth from the same source. If we take white light as a model of creation, we can see that colors result from dividing the white light representing unity into multiple colors by shining it through a prism. This process divides the white light into three main colors symbolic of the trinity of Father, Son, Holy Spirit or Red, Blue and Green. Black is the absence of light or color, in other words, white light is completely absorbed by the darkness and no colors are reflected back. From the three colors red, blue and green, all other color sensations can be made. So in this simple example of white light, we can see how unity was divided into individual unique qualities. Because white light can not exist without it’s opposite (darkness) black, we have the first duality or polar opposite from a common undefined source. Red, Blue and Green light are created when they are divided out from the unity or oneness they experience together as white light. The speed of light is considered as one of the universal constants. It moves about 299,792.5 kilometers per second, or 186,282.4 miles per second. However, if you use nautical miles, which equal 1-minute of latitude at the earth’s equator. The speed of light travels 161,803.4 nautical miles per second, which is equal to the Golden ratio Phi or 1.618034. This ratio occurs in all types of life forms and growth processes. Mathematically, Phi is the division of something into two unequal parts, in such a way that the lesser is to the greater as the greater is to the whole. An interesting Biblical relationship to Phi is the number of the Beast 666. First, let’s calculate phi. Phi is equal to the square root of 5 (diagonal of a one by two rectangle), which is equal to 2.2360679775. Next we add 1 which increases the number to 3.2360679775. The next step is to divide by 2, which equals 1.61803398875. If we divide Phi by two again (the musical octave) we get 0.8090169943749. Now here is where it gets interesting. If you take the sine of 666, you get negative -0.8090169943749 and multiplying this by 2 (musical octave) equals –1.61803398875! For anyone that needs a little refresher course, the sine function gives the ratio of the opposite side of a given angle in a right triangle to the hypotenuse. Also remember that Phi is calculated from the hypotenuse of a 1 by 2 rectangle. From this mathematical exercise, it appears that the Beast is the exact opposite process of Phi, where Phi represents growth, light and life and negative Phi represents decay, darkness and death.

Getting back to the number 12, 144 equals the square of 12, i.e. 12 x 12. We know that there are 24 hours in a day, which is divided into 12 hours of day and 12 hours of night. There are 60-minutes in an hour and 60 times 24 = 1440 (The 12 tribes of Israel is 144,000). Twenty-four equals two times twelve, which is the musical octave of 12 and is represented in the 24 elders, seated around the throne of God. The apparent declination of the sun is zero at the Vernal and Autumnal equinoxes and reaches it’s maximum declination on the summer solstice at +24-degrees. The minimum declination is reached on the winter solstice at negative 24-degrees.

a story ialu, a slave becomes priest

i

Within the palace of The Living Goddess Yanara hundreds of slaves were housed. They
were split into three general groups; golden, silver and copper slaves. They arrived at this, the final point in their lives through two different ways: Firstly born or conquest of war slaves. Being a tremendously wealthy young Lady, The Goddess Yanara has been waited upon all Her days by bought chattel. It is true to say She has never lifted a finger to perform a menial task in Her life. Secondly, there are the freeborn who willingly offer themselves as property of Her Deity. Some of these men and women were also of great wealth, yet on seeing Her Majesty they beg to surrender all their wealth and freedom to be enslaved by Her.
Ultimately there is no salient difference between the two sets. Whether by force or their own will, all slaves worship Goddess Yanara. There has never been an attempt to escape; each and every slave of The Divine Queen is overjoyed to be such. Punishment can be harsh, yet each slave will gladly endure a heavy whipping if it knows The Queen will be amused by it. Even death is willingly endured if it adds to ceremony for the beautiful Yanara. The only true punishment felt is that of disappointing Her Majesty in any way. Banishment from the palace is rare, but so harsh that slaves with no hope of return will normally take their own lives.
There is opportunity for slaves to be promoted up to the position of Golden slaves, However Many of the lowest copper slaves, are so elated at their positions they have no aspiration to proceed. A footstool for example, is so overwhelmed at the joy of supporting Her Regal feet; he cannot imagine a better existence. Her present footstool spends up to eight hours a day kneeling in front of Her Throne and though his body aches tremendously he wouldn’t swap his life with the richest man in the land. In fact, up until a few months ago he was one of the richest men in the land before being accepted as a slave to Goddess Yanara.
At this very moment he kneels six yards to the side of Her Throne. The throne room is quite full, with Priestesses, Priests, maidens and slaves. They all wait in silence as The Queen is at Her bath. None of them have seen Her yet today so the expectation is very high. Will She be as beautiful as yesterday? Could She be even more so? No, it would be impossible!
The silence is broken by a slave girl sneezing. All eyes turn to her, a Priestess nods to two guards to drag her away. Though she will receive little punishment a week in the Royal Dungeon will do her good. Had she sneezed in the presence of Her Majesty, punishment would have been wreaked upon her even to the point of death. None of the other slaves felt any sympathy for her whatsoever. The only person who mattered to any of them was The Goddess Yanara.
At this very moment The Icon of Icons Herself was being massaged in rich oils by two of her hand maidens. The massage area was next door to where She had just been bathed in milk. Two dozen male slaves grafted to clear this area as quick as possible. Even working at full speed with an overseers whip to encourage them, the task would take two hours.
Lying prone on Her massage couch, The Queen gave no thought to such activities. Why should She, these men had been placed on earth to toil away for Her, She gave them no concern whatsoever. She had little concern for the girls rubbing oil into Her back, but She did enjoy their ministrations. It was quite a nerve racking task for the slaves but such an overwhelming joy to feel they were pleasing their Mistress. Also, they could not ignore the incredible softness of Her Majesty’s skin, in comparison silk felt almost rough.
Yanara sighed contentedly as Her slaves ran their hands over Her voluptuous frame. Kneeling in front of Her was a slave boy who held a golden tray adorned with grapes. Idly She picked at the offered fruit, ignorant of the boy’s hunger. On the days he was permitted to serve his owner in this way he was not allowed food for himself. Nor was he granted the honour of raising his eyes to The Queen’s face. Otherwise he could have witnessed her crushing a juicy grape between her impeccable teeth with the same ease She could have had him crushed by snapping Her fingers at a guard.
Leisurely The Goddess turned onto Her back; the girls began to massage a leg each. And what lovely legs they were. Though She was only five foot four the Queen had long shapely legs, toned to perfection by daily massage.
Slowly the slaves worked their way up the divine body of their Mistress until they arrived at Her magnificent breasts. They were particularly nervous whilst oiling and manipulating these finest of  orbs. Queen Yanara smiled gaily at both the physical sensation and the fear in the eyes of Her property. She was not cruel, but She did enjoy the feeling of absolute power over these creatures.
In time She had had enough and dismissed the girls with a lazy wave of Her Imperious hand. She rose and walked naked into Her make up room. Following Her were six floor slaves, grovelling on their bellies in order to kiss, lick and worship Her Royal footprints. As She passed through the connecting corridor She noticed a slave bearing a flaming torch. This slave would stand here motionless for twelve hours at a time; it was his purpose in life. Although his head was bowed very low The Queen notices he is quite a handsome creature and idly touches his chest as She walks past. This simple motion causes the creature to tremble and shake; it has made his life worth living.
Once in the room of make up Yanara reclines on a huge leather chair as hand maidens carefully manicure Her hands and pedicure Her feet. Whilst this continues, Priestesses display gowns for Her eminence to choose from. Eight gowns are shown, all spun with the finest silks from the four corners of the world. The combined cost could have fed the starving of Egypt for a year. However nobody, including the starving, would disagree it was more important that The Queen has a luxurious selection of clothes than the people eat.
In time Yanara chooses a red and gold gown and the others are returned to Her wardrobe. Eight more Priestesses now display a wig each for their Ruler to choose from. These have been obtained when The Queen has been on Her travels both home and abroad. Should She spot a girl with particularly attractive hair, She informs an attending Priestess. The Priestess then informs the Royal guard who seize the girl in question and scalp her. Some of these girls die, others survive, badly marked. The survivors though, in time, come to feel very proud that their hair has been chosen to adorn Her Majesty.
Goddess Yanara finally points a manicured finger at Her preference and it is put to one side. Her fingers are now decorated with rings crafted from the rarest jewels. These are gifts from all the main leaders of the world. Each and every one of them an ardent admirer. The last ring however is the Royal sovereign. An imprint of this ring was required on any papers submitted for Royal decree.
Finally Her facial make up is applied, though it could be strongly argued that She doesn’t require any. However, Her luscious lips are reddened further whilst shadow and mascara frame the most piercing blue eyes known to mankind.
Yanara is now helped into Her chosen gown, Her wig is placed carefully upon Her noble head and shoes are gently slipped onto Her lovely feet. She is now ready to attend court at Her throne room and regally walks that way with attendants to Her sides and floor slaves grovelling behind.

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As She enters Her throne room nine Baroque trumpets are sounded to herald Her arrival at court. All present drop to their knees and abase themselves kow-tow style. The Head Priestess Hakariar welcomes her with her well used verse for all to hear:

‘Welcome Goddess Yanara,
Queen of Egypt
Daughter of Isis
Divine Ruler of our minds
Our bodies
Our hearts
And our souls.
We surrender any independent thoughts
Any rights
Any freedom unto You Your Majesty!’

Goddess Yanara then took Her place on Her Throne and raised Her little finger towards the High Priestess, who spoke once more, ‘Those permitted to stand in the presence of our Divine Goddess may do so!’ The Priests, Priestesses, concubines and some of the higher ranked slaves stood to attention. The lower order of slaves remained in their rightful position on their knees.
The Royal footstool stealthily crawled to position in front of the throne. Without bothering to look at him, Goddess Yanara rested Her Imperial feet on his back. Two slaves began to waft huge ostrich feather fans to keep their Mistress cool during proceedings.
And so began the business of the day. First item being The Queen’s decree for execution of punishments. The Head Priest, Mallaha, reads out the charges against citizens already found guilty. He then states the recommended sentence and offers the relevant paper for Yanara to stamp Her approval with Her sovereign ring.
Of course She had the power to overrule any recommendation but very rarely bothered. In truth She found this procedure quite boring, as despite being a very worthy Queen and Goddess She was still a young woman who preferred gaiety and entertainment.
However duty was duty and so She half listens as Mallaha reads out a list of miscreants who were present at the back of the court. He then states the crime for which they have been convicted and the recommended sentence.
Today there was one murderer, three slayers of animals not belonging to them, countless thieves and a blasphemer.
As each punishment is read out the Priest offers up the paper for The Queen to mark the wax with Her Royal Decree.
The murderer; death by beheading.
Slayers of animals; sentenced to the Royal mines.
The thefts varied in sentence. Petty pilfering amongst the poor merited a lashing, ranging from twenty to fifty strokes. Each time Goddess Yanara casually presses Her ring to the offered paper.
Then there were thefts against the wealthy of Egypt. Harsher sentences were awarded. The Royal mines were favourite but one hundred lashes of the whip also figured. The Queen was becoming bored and she suppressed a yawn as she condemned a peasant to death by fire for stealing meat from a merchant.
Finally came the case of blaspheme. Mallaha skips through the outline of the case and pronounces the proposed sentence to be death by beheading.
‘Wait a moment,’ commanded The Queen leading the entire court to wait with baited breath. ‘Give me more detail as to the crime in question.’
‘Goddess, Your Royal Majesty,’ began the Priest, ‘the insolent dog on his knees at the back of the court.’
‘Go on,’ replied The Queen stroking her upper lip with her tongue.
‘He was overheard to say, “I accept Her as my Queen but not as my Goddess”’.
There were gasps from many in the court. Yanara smiled, even tittered a little, ‘and you deemed that this creature should have a quick and simple death?’
‘Your M-Majesty,’ stuttered the Priest, ‘I was merely head of counsel.’
‘Silence!’ ordered Goddess Yanara, ‘Hakariar! Come here!’
The High Priestess approached the Royal Throne and bowed low.
‘Hakariar, I want a coal pit dug by my palace entrance. I want it lit and I want this blasphemous convict hung by his heels above it. Is that understood?’
‘Yes my Goddess,’ replied The Priestess humbly.
‘Within the hour!’
‘Yes my Goddess.’
‘And who is second in line as High Priest?’
‘Ferrioh Goddess.’
‘Make plans to have him elevated to Head Priest as soon as court is ended. And as for you Mallaha, you are no longer a Priest in my court!’
The now former Head Priest threw himself on his knees, he had been in the Priesthood for thirty years, ten years longer than The Queen had been alive. He groveled before The Goddess Yanara, ‘please Goddess, please I beg you, please let me continue to serve in some capacity, please Majesty.’
Yanara looked down Her impossibly pretty nose at the man abased at Her feet and smiled with disdain. ‘Very well. Hakariar We’re now a Priest short. I’ve decided to ordain the torch holder outside my make up room.’  Again there were gasps; it was unheard of for a copper slave to be promoted to Priest in one leap. The Queen looked down at the sixty year old sobbing at Her feet. ‘And if this creature survives the sixty lashes he is going to receive, then he may replace him.’
The High Priestess bowed and stated, ‘So it be said, so it be done!’
Palace guards dragged Mallaha from The Divine One’s feet and down to the torture chamber. Yanara crooked Her finger at The High Priestess, ‘what is the name of the torch holder?’
‘I believe it is Ialu Your Majesty.’
Yanara smiled, ‘very well, I want him ordained prior to my return from Yanara-isle.’
‘So it be said, so it be done1’
The business of the day turns to the proposed trip to Yanara's newly acquired island. The General of Her army was brought forward to explain the situation. The Goddess had decided she wanted a new holiday home and so part of Her army had been dispatched to a small Island east of Crete in The Mediterranean. The General reported that the natives of the Island had surrendered within a few hours of battle. The Egyptian army had suffered just forty fatalities, the natives around a hundred. This left around two hundred Islanders.
‘And how many slaves do you think I will need to service the Island as a pleasant holiday retreat?’ asked Yanara.
‘It’s a small Island Your Majesty,’ answered the General, ‘I would think eighty would be plenty.’
The Queen smiled, ‘splendid, I’ll have a choice then. And The World leaders, they are to be informed the island is now a province of Egypt and shall be known as Yanara-isle?’
‘Yes Your Majesty.’
‘Excellent, Hakariar! Have them prepare my litter, we leave in one hour!’
‘Yes Your Majesty.’


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Precisely one hour later and a couple of hundred in the subservient control of The Divine Yanara waited in position at her litter. There were Priests, Priestesses hand maidens and slaves. The ceremonial litter was a huge affair, designed out of gold. This made it very heavy and 24 Nubian eunuchs bore its weight. Each had won stringent contests in their home land for this honour. A quarter of them would be sacrificed each year, but the two or three years in service to The Great One made this well worth while.
The Queen Herself was late, as was Her unquestionable prerogative. She had wandered down to the torture chamber to watch the former Head Priest Mallaha receive some of his lashing. His wrists were fastened to a beam high enough that his feet dangled in the air. As the Royal executioner laid on the bullwhip, Her Majesty sat in a comfortable chair sipping wine from a bejeweled goblet.
The man She watched being flogged had been Chief Priest for as long as She could remember. Up until Her late teens She had even quite feared this man despite being his Queen. But by the time She had reached eighteen and had experienced Emperors and Kings kneeling at Her feet, She feared no-one. At twenty She was now at the peak of Her power.
Now Mallaha would live or die according to Her Regal whim. She smiled as he began to whimper from the heavy blows. Not a cruel smile, but the beautiful smile of a woman who realized She was in complete control of everything and everyone around Her.
After thirty strokes She started to bore of this entertainment. She left the executioner to finish his task and wandered towards Her litter. As ever, in the Palace, six floor slaves groveled behind Her gratefully worshipping the ground She had stepped on.
On route She passed the torch bearer Ialu who was soon to become a Priest. He did not know this yet and so kept his head bowed low as his owner viewed him. She reached out and gently stroked his nipple. This sent shock waves throughout his entire body which caused him to shudder. He had never seen The Goddess Yanara, yet to smell her divine fragrance, to feel Her silky soft finger on his body made him so grateful to be alive.
Her Majesty said just one word, ‘later’ and was gone.
At the palace gate Yanara entered Her litter by stepping on the back of a foot slave. Hand maidens ensured She was comfortable as She reclined on the silk covered divan. Just as She was about to permit the procession to begin The Queen noticed the blasphemer chained above the ordered coal fire. It would probably take a couple of days of agony before he found the release of death. Yanara noticed that he was already sweating terribly and trembling with pain and fear. With an almost girlish laugh She gave an imperious wave of Her hand and the procession began.
The caravan continued its journey; the people of Egypt knelt with their faces to the ground as it passed. Yanara took no notice of them; to Her the sight of crowds groveling before Her was as natural as breathing. However Her guards kept a diligent eye out that no-one was slow in falling to their knees in The Royal presence. One man, a labourer busy digging a ditch had somehow failed to notice quickly enough. As soon as he was aware of the procession he had abased himself but too slow for the liking of the chief guard. He was on the man quickly, slicing off his ears as a reward for his insolence. Fortunately the Queen had not had to witness this as She dozed peacefully while all about her slogged their guts out.

iv

Within two hours the Royal Litter arrived at the Queen’s harbour. Throughout the journey The Goddess Yanara had been covered from the sun by a slave held awning. The heat had been kept away by hard working slaves with gigantic feather fans. Because of this, and the size of the litter, She could not have been more comfortable had She been at home in bed. All around Her though the litter slaves were sweating profusely. Their muscles ached from their burden, but of course they didn’t matter one bit. The High Priestess, Hakariar approached her Ruler. ‘I hope and pray the journey was not too uncomfortable Your Majesty?’ she enquired.
‘No, not too bad,’ replied Yanara, ‘somewhat boring though.’  As The Mighty Ruler of Egypt stepped onto the back of Her prostrate foot slave, all around her groveled in the dust. By way of a small divan litter Her Majesty is taken aboard Her Royal barge.
 She is settled comfortably beneath a silk awning on the upper deck. Here She sits upon a golden throne with a slave to rest Her Imperial feet on. She is fanned by two slaves as before Her musicians and dancing girls provide the entertainment.
On the lower deck eighty eight galley slaves begin to pull at large heavy oars as the barge embarks on its journey to Yanara-isle. Within half an hour they are beginning to tire and sweat under such a burden of labour and the overseers begin to use their whips.
Above them Queen Yanara beckons Hakaria with a curl of Her delectable finger. The Priestess attends immediately to be asked, ‘surely if we travelled faster it would create more breeze?’
Hakaria looked sternly at the fan slaves, ‘my Goddess, are these beasts failing in their duty to keep you cool?’
‘No, no it’s not that, I just thought a little sea breeze would give me a gentle tan.’
‘So it be said, so it be done!’ Hakaria spoke to a guard who ran downstairs to speak to the chief overseer. Within seconds the galley drum beat was doubled to war speed. This was an exhausting sprint which would normally be maintained for ten minutes at most.
The guard ran back upstairs to discover if this pleased The Goddess. Hakariar asked Her Majesty who replied, ‘Yes that’s much better, have them retain this speed all the way.’ With which Yanara turned Her attention to the dancing girls who were now naked.
Half an hour later and the galley slaves were in sheer agony from their efforts. The overseers whipped and lashed but knew they were up against it with several miles of sea still to be covered. Soon the slaves began to groan and even scream at their toil yet the guards drove them on with their whips.
Upstairs, The most beautiful Queen in all the world smiled happily as She ate sweetmeats and sipped Her chilled wine.

v

An hour later The Royal Barge came to dock close to Yanara-isle. There was no port as such so they anchored as close to the shore as possible. The galley slaves lay over their oars in semi consciousness. Five of their numbers had lost their lives during the trip through sheer exhaustion. The survivors were now too tired to weep at their own fatigue.
They looked such a mess that even the overseers felt some sympathy towards them. However they had not failed in their duty to whip them on ‘till the end'.
Of course none of this held any importance whatsoever. Queen Yanara giggled excitedly as She viewed the idyllic white sands of Her new holiday Island. She abandoned Her usually austere posture as Her youthful exuberance took over. The slaves around Her felt so pleased to witness their Mistress’s happiness whether they were permitted to view Her or not.
Yanara skipped off of Her slave into the small litter and ordered, ‘move quickly!’ The litter slaves had to hold their burden high over their heads to ensure their owner didn’t feel a splash of water on Her divine skin. They themselves waded in through the sea towards the shore. Behind them was a retinue of slaves safeguarding the dryness of a throne, fans and refreshments.
Once on shore the party were greeted by the leader of the mission to conquer the Island. He bowed low as The Queen stepped out onto the back of Her foot slave and onto the fine white sand. She whooped with joy before the captain led Her to where the natives were being held. ‘Is their leader still alive?’ She asked as Her throne was positioned.
‘Yes Your Majesty.’
‘Ok, I’ll see to him and the others presently. It seems rather antiquated here, how long will it take to have my holiday premises built?’
‘To your normal levels of comfort and luxury Your Majesty?’
‘Of course!’
The Captain cleared his throat, ‘at least a year Your Majesty, maybe two.’
Goddess Yanara pouted Her ravishing lips, ‘nonsense! Hakariar, you may use as much slave fodder from Egypt as you wish, but I want this Island perfect in three months from today!’
Both the Priestess and the Captain raised their eyebrows before The Queen spoke again, ‘otherwise I’ll have you both enslaved to my mines!’
Hakariar fearfully bowed her head, ‘so it be said, so it be done.’
Yanara smiled victoriously as She sat upon Her Throne. The foot slave crawled into position but She kicked him away, ‘Now lets have a look at these new slaves of mine shall we. Fetch me their leader!’
An olive skinned man of about fifty was brought in chains before The Queen and introduced as Adelphe the wise. Yanara chuckled as She looked upon the conquered man and announced, ‘well he doesn’t look so wise now.’
Without being invited to speak Adelphe began, ‘Why do you bring war to us, we are a peaceful people?’ The Queen’s bodyguard smashed a club against his shoulders which stunned him into silence.
Yanara gave a bemused smile. It was so alien to Her to meet a man who didn’t immediately fall into line under Her spell. ‘Fetch him something to sit upon!’ She commanded. Two of Her slaves quickly brought a large rock and placed it by Her Throne. At the snap of Her fingers another slave deftly handed Her a goblet of wine.
Adelphe sat on the rock which left him much lower than his conqueror. She spoke quietly to him, quiet enough that his people couldn’t hear; ‘now then slave, let me tell you what is going to happen.’
Adelphe winced at the word ‘slave’ but continued to listen. ‘You are going to take instruction from my High Priestess as to how to address me. You will do this before your people, my slaves. You will then tell them you are delivering them into my possession. If you do this, they will lead reasonable lives as my servants, as my slaves. You will be taken back to Egypt with me and granted your-er-release.’
Adelphe was about to speak, about to refuse when Yanara gently sshhd him. ‘If you do not do as I say, my army will set light to your people. I’ll make you watch them burn to death then slit your throat with my own hand.’
This shocked the Islander, he looked at his people and then to The Queen who was looking down at him. He had no doubts as to Her sincerity in cruelly slaying his people. Slavery was horrible, wrong, but surely an agonizing death was worse. Broken, he spoke quietly, ‘as you say Lady.’
Yanara smiled vibrantly, ‘Hakariar! Instruct my new slave on how to properly address me!’ Hakariar took him to one side and instructed him on what to do and say.
Five minutes later Adelphe stood before his Island’s new ruler and prepared to do what needed to be done. He knelt before Her in the sand, and as instructed spoke loud and clear enough for his people to hear;
‘Sacred Goddess from Heaven’  he bowed his head and kissed Her feet. Then knelt up;
‘Divine Queen of Egypt’ again he pressed his lips to Her foot;
‘Daughter of Isis’ again;
‘This humble slave worships You’
‘This humble slave glorifies You’
‘This humble slave obeys You’
‘Please Goddess; please accept this Island and all the people upon it as Your rightful property.’

Queen Yanara smiled imperiously as She looked from the man groveling before Her to the rest of the Islanders who were now Her slaves. As instructed, Adelphe turned to his former people and instructed them; ‘This is The Divine Goddess Yanara, Your new Ruler, Your Owner, your Mistress, Your Queen and your Goddess. Kneel before Her, you are now Her slaves.’
The Islanders all knelt in the sand and bowed their heads. The inevitable had happened and the Island and its inhabitants were all the rightful property of Goddess Yanara. She beamed triumphantly and instructed Her guards to escort Adelphe to Her Royal barge.
Over the course of the next three hours, Queen Yanara separated Her new property into three groups. In turn each slave stepped before Her, was instantly issued a number from one to three, knelt and crawled to their appointed group.
Soon enough it became evident as to the differences between the three groups. In group one, knelt the physically attractive youthful Islanders. In group two knelt the less attractive youthful slaves. And group three was made up of the older natives.
It was early evening as Goddess Yanara made Her final deliberations. The three groups were quite even in numbers and She informed Her captain of what was to be done with them.
‘Group one,’ She informed him in a clear confident voice, ‘will remain on Yanara-isle. I shall ship Priests and Priestesses here and whilst my accommodation is being built, they will be trained as serving slaves!’
‘Group two. They will be transported to Egypt, as silver mine fodder!’
‘And group three Your Majesty?’ enquired the Captain pointing towards the older people.
Yanara ran Her tongue over Her delectable top lip and said simply, ‘cull them!’
With that She stepped into Her litter to begin the journey home.


vi

The sun was beginning to set as the Royal Barge glided through The Mediterranean Sea. Fortunately it was now a little cooler, but on The Queen’s orders the galley slaves were forced to row at full pace from the off. Despite having been rested and watered for a few hours the toil was even harder than before. However The Divine Queen Yanara had given an order; so it be said, so it be done.
The gorgeous Lady herself was now housed in an enclosed part of the upper deck. She picked at food offered to Her and sipped at Her wine. After a while She informed Hakaria as to the entertainment She required.
Within minutes Her new slave Adelphe was tethered to a high beam. This creature had dared to hesitate before kneeling before Her. It had momentarily resisted Her Rule.
Over the course of the journey back to Egypt he was to provide Her with amusement. Slowly and methodically, he was flogged to death.


vii

It was late when the ceremonial litter arrived back at The Queen’s palace. Yanara was tired but She had enjoyed a delightful day. Though it was late, no ceremony was spared as She alighted Herself from the litter. Slaves groveled, Priests groveled. Before this Divine beauty, everybody groveled.
She grinned as She cast Her lovely eyes on the blasphemer, whose life was drawing to an agonizing end.
Inside The Palace, Yanara took Her leisure in Her lounge area. She sipped at a goblet of warmed milk before recollecting Her new Priest, Ialu. ‘She snapped Her fingers and ordered ‘bring the new Priest before me!’
A minute later Ialu was led into the lounge area, freshly garbed in clothing suiting his new position. Wisely he kept his eyes down for now as his Queen surveyed him.
‘Ialu,’ spoke Yanara, ‘you are now a Priest, do you understand?’
‘Yes Goddess,’ he replied humbly.
At a gesture from their Mistress two handmaidens disrobed the new Priest.
‘However,’ replied Yanara studying his well toned form, ‘you are still my slave!’
‘Yes Mistress, of course Mistress.’
‘Slave. You may raise your head and look upon your Goddess.’
Slowly Ialu raised his eyes to his Goddess, his Mistress, his reason for living. And how Her beauty stunned him. He felt his mouth go dry, his head spin and his knees go weak. As She smiled at him he could not help himself, he fainted at Her feet.
Queen Yanara laughed and snapped Her fingers at Her maids ‘revive him’.
Having had water splashed in his face, Ialu came round and Yanara raised his chin with an elegant finger. Catching sight of Her beautiful face once more he found he had lost the power of speech. On discovering this his Mistress laughed again and told him, ‘don’t worry my slave, I don’t require you for your conversation.’
Ialu looked into Her eyes with a face full of worshipful adoration.
‘You may kiss my feet boy.’
Though he was a few years older than his owner, it seemed quite normal for Her Majesty to call him ‘boy’. Tenderly he began to kiss the resplendent feet before him. What an incredible privilege it was to press his humble lips against those noble feet. ‘Lick them!’
In a state of awe and shock Ialu began to lick the precious feet of Goddess Yanara. They tasted wonderful, far better than he had dared to imagine. As he dragged his tongue across Her exquisite toes he felt tears of joy running down his cheeks.
All too soon Her Majesty withdrew the objects of his desire and let a maid replace Her shoes. She stood, and informed Her maids, ‘I’m tired, I’m going to bed. She looked down at the slave at Her feet and stated, ‘tonight you will sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed.’
Ialu gulped at his Adam’s apple which seemed to have doubled in size. He still could not talk, but instinctively crawled after his Mistress as She walked towards Her bed chamber. On the way they passed the corridor where Ialu had been positioned for the past ten years. Yanara didn’t look at the new torch holder so didn’t realize it was Her former High Priest, Mallaha. A well whipped Mallaha realized his Goddess was passing but could not see Her as he had his head bowed low.
Inside Her bed chamber Yanara ordered Ialu to face the wall whilst Her handmaidens prepared Her for bed. Now attired in a flimsy see through night dress, She lay in her gigantic silk sheeted bed. Her favourite handmaiden gently tucked Her in and was dismissed with the others. Ialu was ordered to lie on the floor at the foot of the Imperial bed.
Everything in the chamber was still and quiet as Ialu stared at the ceiling. His thoughts were an utter scramble. Last night he had slept in the slave quarters in a small room with a dozen other men. Tonight he was in the Royal Bed chamber, lying at the foot of a bed which was the same size as the whole of his previous room. Last night there was the smell of male slaves, tonight the aroma of incense and better still the gorgeous perfume of his Mistress.
Moreover, he thought of who was in that bed. The most beautiful, stunning Woman in the world. His Mistress, his Owner, his Queen, his living Goddess. Nothing could have prepared him for such joy and fulfillment. Nothing in this life or the next one could possibly top this.

Then he heard Her cool, confident, Imperial voice, ‘Slave! Come here!’