Merry Christmas and happy New Yeat

Dear friends and visitors of my blog,

Game of Thrones

An Egyptian Queen on her throne by an artist....

Goddess Yanara in the throne room in SL

Goddess Yanara photochopped

Smoking domination

Goddess Yanara in modern times....

Another fetish is smoking domination ...i see Goddess Yanara sitting on on Her cobra throne eyes amazingly made up.....in her left long nailed ringed hand the whip of power her right a gold jewled encrusted cigarette holder smoke comes out her golden painted lips; at the foot of her throne an ashtray slave; on the floor of the throne room people prostrate themselves to the Divine Goddess Yanara! An image of total power She who must be obeyed ! How i would love to light Her cigarette!

your devoted servant paul

or Goddess Yanara in ancient times??

She (by H.Rider Haggard)

Sacred Goddess Yanara,
Perhaps You remember me from Your former Yahou-group: alexander from Paderborn (Germany).

When i read the page 'even Shakespeare' there was a bell ringing in my head: in my personal library i have a fantastic book written by H. Rider Haggard, in 1886!
The most attractive and suggestif scene is the description of the adventurer Leo Vincey's first encounter with a mysterious white Queen (She= Aisha)

At last we reached the curtains, and here Billali (the high priest) collapsed flat on to his stomage, with his hands stretched out before him as though he were dead, ....

I also send You, Sacred Goddess, 3 pictures from 2 films with the famous and stunning actrices Ursula Andress and Olinka Berova.
I hope Your Majesty will publish my humble contrebution in Her blog.

Ursula Andress

Olinka Berova

Even Shakespeare.....

DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS

I will tell you.
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water which they beat to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes. For her own person,
It beggar'd all description: she did lie
In her pavilion--cloth-of-gold of tissue--
O'er-picturing that Venus where we see
The fancy outwork nature: on each side her
Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids,
With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,
And what they undid did.

Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides,

So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes,
And made their bends adornings: at the helm
A seeming mermaid steers: the silken tackle
Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands,
That yarely frame the office. From the barge
A strange invisible perfume hits the sense
Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast
Her people out upon her; and Her lover
Enthroned i' the market-place, did sit alone,
Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy,
Had gone to gaze on Yanara too,
And made a gap in nature.

AGRIPPA

Rare Egyptian!

New protocol in SL

Autumn is a perfect season to make updates. Nights are longer and there is more time to dream away in Second Life and to live our imagination.

I read the excellent book 'Cleopatra, a Biography' writen by Stacy Schiff. And now i know: reality surpasses fantasy.

Here are the new rules for servants and slaves (inspired by the book)

Goddess Yanara (actually Cleopatra 2, a Ptolemean queen) represents Isis, the mighty Mother Goddess. She is worshipped as a living goddess by all her subjects.

Special rules for slaves:
1. in presence of Goddess Yanara  slaves kneel and bow deeply.
2. slaves wear a collar and cuffs, Goddess Yanara is first or second owner.
3. slaves kiss Goddess Yanara's footprints
4. Slaves are properly dressed (Egypt 250 BC) or naked

How do slaves greet their Goddess?
Greetings Supreme Goddess, my Divine Queen

30.000

Hello dear friends

Today, October 25, 2014   this blog welcomes visitor number 30.000.
Thank you all for your interest

Collaring ceremony

Sunday July, 28

Goddess Yanara collared Her first slave in the Golden Palace (Second Life)

It was the first ceremony in Her Queendom; this ceremony went off smoothly thanks to a complete animated scenario device.

There are 3 steps:

1. slave steps forward and kneels before Goddess
slave hands a leash holder (included in the device) and says:
"Most Sacred Goddess  and Divine Queen, this humble slave slave begs You to accept this leash holder as a symbol of my devotion and submission."

2. Goddess accepts the leash holder and collars Her slave (collar included in the device)
Goddess answers:
"I, Goddess Yanara accept your symbol of deepest slavery and I collar you. From now one you are My property en you will obey Me whatever I command."

3. Slave glorifies Goddess Yanara
Goddess says:
"slave, show Me, your Goddess and Queen, your devotion and submission before this Court."

Slave enbracesGoddess' knees

After the ceremony Goddess Yanara, her new collared slave and another favourite, retired to an intimate corner in the Palace.

Instructions about my sim in SL

Goddess Yanara in Her Palace in Second Life

dear friends,

I never had the intention to run a complete femdom sim so far; you know that.
It is my own decision, I prefer a few devoted friends above an army of slaves.
I started a new group "Yanara's Court". (membership is for free)
Only members will have permanent access in future.

Conditions to become a member 
1. you do believe in femdom and accept my rules without any condition
2. you will accept the pseudo-historical theme (Ancient Egypt; Ptolemean period)
3. you wear Egyptian outfits (slave tunic; collar and cuffs)
4. you will start as a lower floor slave - promotion is possible
5. Only slaves (f+m), and free women, accepting the rules acquire membership; others can stay or be a friend, but dont have access. I will not answer IM's when i am busy in my sim. We can talk  in other femdom places
6. I say again that i am not into findom, i don't accept any expensive tribute; but free gifts and small presents are accepted to improve the palace.
7. My rules are clear and you will find more info in my blog and website, there is no excuse to ignore my rules. I dont ask you to become a member, but if you do so, please respect my rules , my sim  and my friends. 
8. I will eject you from my sim when you violate my rules a first time; and ban you for ever when you do so a second time; no mercy! 

Important!!
Next event on Sunday July 27;  11 AM  European time  = 2 AM SL time
First Collaring ceremony of david;  in the throne room;
Visitors are welcome; good opportunity for slaves to assist at this ceremony, because every slave will be collared some day. Ceremony is animated  and not role played.

Goddess Yanara in Second Life

I will publish pictures taken in Second Life. It is possible to serve Me there in my Egyptian palace.

You are welcome! 

It was clear from the first moment I set eyes on the Her that She was truly divine, a Goddess walking among mere mortals. I hardly even dared to let my eyes gaze upon Her for more than a few seconds, feeling totally unworthy of Her beauty.
I knew that from this point on life meant nothing if it wasn't in dedication to Her, to Her power, Her will, Her divinity.
I crumbled to my knees as Her power seemed to sit on my shoulders, pushing them down, a force dragging me to my knees in Her presence.
'How can I serve You?' I muttered, was it just to myself in realisation of the fate before me, or was it out loud, to Her, even if She would lower Herself to listen, 'I'll do anything my Goddess requires of me'
He bows his head and basks in the warmth of Her glow, hoping that he may be worthy of some small amount of Her attention.

I still wonder who wrote this text?? 

Workshop 'My slaves'

My slaves

Two slaves are ready to be collared as 'golden slave' or 'worshipper'
This will happen in the ballroom of the Palace.
The first slave will be collared on Monday, 14 July
There will be a discussion about the organisation of the Court slaves on Friday, 11 July, followed by a training on different devices  and the Royal sedan chair.



Ancient Egypt society was strictly organised. An army of servants was serving at the Royal Court and every woman and man had a specific  function. In Goddess Yanara's Palace. Priests, free people and slaves perform their tasks in the most correct way.
Four male slaves are taken into the Court so far: david; fred; spanish and c.j.
The other slaves (friends) are free to beg Goddess Yanara to become a so called 'bottom slave'

Organisation (discussion)

Only 144 male slaves are privileged to serve Goddess Yanara. They are divided in 3 levels.

I. Copper slaves

The lowest level , also known as floor slaves.

They serve naked or in loincloth.They wear a copper collar.

Position in Goddess’ presence: “complete adoration” , belly on the floor, face down.

They are not allowed to talk nor look up without an order.

   1. Bottom slave

They have to worship the footprints of the Goddess by licking and kissing the floor.

   2. Foot slave

Goddess Yanara is always in the company of one or more foot slaves. They are always ready to serve Her as a footstool (when She is sitting on the throne, litter…)

   3. Bearer

There are about 70 bearers at the Court. They are trained to carry the litters and sedan chairs crawling on their knees or on all fours.

II. Silver slaves

They have a silver collar and they wear a uniform corresponding to their function.

 They are allowed to look at the Goddess during their task

   4. Essence slave

Two or more essence slaves are always in presence of the Goddess , swinging their golden essence burners

   5. Fan slave

There are always 2 fan slaves (evenby night) to fan the Goddess.

   6. Table slave

They serve the Goddess with food and drinks. As a matter of fact, always on their knees!

   7. Cloak slave

These slaves follow the Goddess, crawling on their knees and holding the hem of her cloak in their hands.

III. Golden slaves

Highest level of slaves

They wear a golden collar and practice the most important tasks.

They are allowed to talk and look at the Goddess. They are generally dressed in silks and are sometimes allowed to stand in Goddess’ presence.

   8. Worshipers

There are always worshipers around the Goddess, even by night. They worship and glorify Her by kissing Her feet, or dress.

Does the Goddess foster secret desires?  Who knows, after all  She is a young woman.

a slave's dream

This beautiful scene is written by my favourite slave; a  Mistress can only dream to own a man like My devoted servant.

Once again, i am on my knees before Supreme Goddess Yanara, the Divine Queen of Egypt, who commands my unconditional obedience. Wearing golden high heeled sandals, which emphasize Her beautiful, long legs, and a very erotic outfit of Royal silk, Her Majesty is the pure incarnation of feminine super power.

Holding a long riding crop in Her hand She silently indicates the floor before the tips of Her shoes. Obeying the mute command, i kowtow before Her, kiss Her shoes and humbly press my forehead onto the designated spot.

A moment later i instantly feel sole and heel of Her shoe on my neck, and the exciting feeling to be humiliated by my almighty Goddess and Queen graciously penetrates me again. "slave, you know, the soles of my shoes are your law" She says, "and now you will learn a further paragraph thereof: you will languish in your Goddess’s yoke and worship me suffering with pain.."

My Supreme Goddess pulls forward a wooden frame, about half a meter high, which is mounted on a wooden base, to which a number of rings are attached; She commands me to kneel on the base and to bow down below the cross-bar of the frame. Then She chains my wrists and my collar to the crossbar and directs me with light taps of Her whip to spread my knees.

Next She seizes a strip of leather, converts it to a sling and ties my testicles to the ring that is positioned in the center of the basis. Of course, i am immediately aroused by the touch of my Mistress’s hand, and a faint smile flits across Her face.

Now follow the inevitable clamps on my nipples, this time linked by a steel chain, to which several weights are attached.

Then the adored Majesty seats Herself on an armchair and positions it so that Her Shoed Feet are fully in my view. She lifts a Shoe making the chain attached to the nipple clamps sway and then places the tip of the Shoe below mouth so that i am obliged to bow low in order to kiss it in utter humility. The instruction to perform this ritual, together with the uncompromising grip on my nipples, compound my devotion to my August Proprietress sending my mind into lowest submission.

The Omnipotent Goddess aligns my aroused virility with Her whip so that it is lying directly in front of the tips of Her Shoes. The purpose of this measure becomes clear to me instantly as my Supreme Goddess sets one of Her Shoes full and hard onto my outstretched penis. My involuntary groan sets the weighted chain into motion again – sensations of unconditional submissiveness are rushing through my body!

"slave, I hope you feel that the rubber soles of My Shoes are slightly profiled. I expect you're duly impressed, because they will remain in your memory for some time." i can barely utter another "Yes, Goddess!" before the first blow of the riding crop on my back is taking away my breath - followed by two more, and then another two!

Feeling the almost unbearable pain slowly fade away, i perceive that Her Absolute Divinity moves Her Shoes somewhat and begins to rub my penis under the slightly roughened sole sinking me abysmally into unstinting submission and slavish devotion.

Back goes Her toe to the chain on the nipple clamps; this time She pulls the chain with the back of Her Shoe upward, before i may press my humble kiss onto the leather.

"We will be increasing this now, slave. I will yet find out the number of strokes that you can endure." "As You command me my Mistress." i have barely uttered the words, when the foot drops back to the ground, and the dropping weights pull on my nipples and sending me deeper and deeper into complete dependency.

My Supreme Goddess, makes me suffer the torture of the sole of Her Shoe a second time, prolonging this a little before she again marks me with Her whip. As announced, She strikes seven blows this time! Despite the sharp pain emanating from the whip, my excitement is still growing; it makes me feel grateful and happy to suffer for my Divine Owner in this manner.

Again She humiliates me graciously forcing me to worship Her Shoe that is tormenting me. This time She lifts the chain with the high heel of the Shoe up and makes me kiss the sole as a symbol of my complete subservience showing me thus that Her rule over me is absolute and unlimited.

Twice my Divine Mistress repeats the ritual of strict, uncompromising proprietorship, painful torture and servile submission and devotion, while the number of lashes are being increased further each time.

After i am allowed to express my submissive devotion with the kiss of Her Shoe for the fourth time bowing my head low, my Mistress sets the sole of Her Shoe on the chain that connects the nipple-clamps, begins to jiggle Her foot lightly and sends me moaning again.

"Actually I wanted to extend this torture until you either climaxed or fainted. But I think I will leave it at that and show you one last time how extremely and profoundly my foot can subjugate you. Then you will get an opportunity to show that you are a willing servant of your Proprietress’s Desires." With these words, the Omnipotent Mistress sets the Shoe back on my erection, this time gleefully pushing the foreskin backwards. The roughness of the sole lets my Glans almost explode, caught in lowermost submissiveness i can only whisper, "my Goddess, i pray to You!" "That you shall," She replies and begins to let Her riding crop dance on my back. The doubly addictive sensation of torture and devotion engulfs body and mind - how i love this Goddess under whose yoke i may suffer so boundlessly!

In my state of utter, submissive devotion to the agony imposed on me, i have lost count, how many times She has struck, but all of a sudden She pauses and extends the hand holding the whip towards me. "This time you may kiss the Hand that keeps you captive in pain." my lips glide in utmost veneration over the back and the fingers of my Goddess’s Hand that holds my fate.

Then the Almighty Mistress moves Her chair very close to me and places Her exciting Legs on the yoke, so that Her Sanctuary is separated from my mouth by a piece of silken fabric only. Then She opens Her garment at the crotch and commands: "now perform the rites of your devotion in my Temple! My whip will let you know whether I'm satisfied with your service; if you are careless, she will drive you, and if you're pleasuring Me all right, you will feel it too. A nice dilemma, don’t you think slave?"

The Mistress of the Temple follows up Her words with the first encouraging blows, while my lips push open the portal to Her Holiest of Holies and my tongue seeks the Pearl of Divine Enjoyment. The tongue is caressing the Royal Clitoris tenderly, the Divine Aroma that pervades the Temple, intoxicates my senses, and the lashes become more demanding. Obsessed by the passion just to serve devotedly then, only still arise, i penetrate deeper into the Sanctuary probing with the tip of my tongue, lick submissively in complete devotion my Omnipotent Mistress’s Lap and sink into a trance of deepest submissiveness that allows me a notion of my Goddess’s Mystery in the depth of Her Temple.

A single, particularly hard blow hits my back, I sense my Goddess arching Her Inner Sanctum slightly upward and Her breathing accelerates. My tongue is getting faster and harder and worships the Pearl of Divine Pleasure with long firm strokes.

Totally absorbed serving in utter addiction i perceive a low "Yes!" accompanied by a whiplash, my Adored Mistress has difficulties breathing and the crop drives me to a final exertion. Suddenly the Temple quakes, my Adored Mistress emits a scream and mercilessly depicts Her orgasm with Her whip on my back.

The Divine Hand pushes my head back a little, and Her Thighs press their silky skin against my neck. The message is clear: "slave, you are aware that your life is forfeit if you touch me like this! However I grant you pardon in form of continuing enslaved serfdom together with a flogging, the form and scope of which I have yet to decide."

The beautiful legs slide back on the ground, while one of the Shoes catches the chain connecting the nipple clamps and pulls them off with a jolt. Then my Mistress graciously frees my testicles from their captivity and releases my neck and arms from the chains tying them to the yoke.

Once again, the end of the whip instructs me to kowtow; filled with subservient love, i kiss the tips of the divine Shoes, press my forehead to the floor and bare my neck, on which I immediately feel Her sole and heel. "Now you know your Mistress’s yoke" She increases the pressure of Her Foot, "finally you will pay homage to Me with my Shoe on your neck and make me the sacrifice of your juice."

In complete submission and obedience, i take my manhood into my hand...

Max is back

Max, who made a lot of artwork for my blog and website in the past, is back in town  and he surprised me with this beautiful picture.  I will publish more soon. enjoy!

The torturess

Another ritual my Supreme Goddess Yanara, the Divine Queen of Egypt, enjoys to subject me to from time to time, is to explore the limits of my capability to suffer and to endure and to expand them at Her leisure.

First, my absolute Proprietress celebrates Her unlimited Power over me with Her special tools on my nipples. Tools that look like antennas with steel grippers arranged in a triangle at their front end, which are operated by push-buttons on the other end. My Adored Goddess stands before me with Her unapproachable, sovereign attitude, places the open grippers onto my nipples, and closes them - the pain running through my body is so intense and overwhelming that I whimper for mercy within a few seconds. Content with my most submissive supplication and satisfied in the knowledge to have me so completely and unconditionally in Her Power, She makes me crawl on all fours to the kneeling pillory stocks located before Her Throne. As i kneel before the Throne my arms and my neck are fixated into the stocks forcing me into a lowly demeaning position.

Her Majesty, my adored Goddess and Divine Queen, seats herself on the Throne, which is elevated somewhat so that Her Divine Feet are resting on a step slightly above my head; my neck’s restrained mobility just allows me to see the tips of Her Toes in Her Divine Sandals.

Looking down on me, Her helpless captive, the Supreme Goddess commences to speak: “slave, you have repeatedly enjoyed the privilege to serve at My Pleasure, to behold My Majestic Appearance and to make contact with My Celestial Body. These are all totally undeserved favors, and whether are worthy of them, I have yet to see. It pleases me today to have you flogged here before My Divine Feet; I shall enjoy seeing you in agony as the whip turns your body into My forfeited sacrifice.”

Acutely aware that very soon the Chief Torturess of the Temple will appear behind me to teach me with Her Bullwhip an intensive and agonizing lesson in total submission to my Goddess. This way my Supreme Goddess and Divine Queen has no necessitude to wield the whip Herself, may lean back in relaxation and can fully concentrate on deepening my submission under Her Divine Will and intensifying my subservient addiction to be permitted to serve Her.

So initially, the Goddess sits aloof and seemingly impassive on Her throne, while the Chief Torturess applies the first two dozen lashes with Her Bullwhip to my back. As an expert She knows how to strike hard, the whip rakes my back painfully; i know that my Goddess demands that i endure the flogging as quietly as possible and with a minimum of groans or sighs, so I grind my teeth hard to suppress my noises of agony.

After the first hail of whip lashes the Chief Torturess allows me a short break during which my Divine Queen graciously stretches out a foot and hits me lightly on the mouth with its back - as well as encouragement to worship Her in surrender and submission with my lips and also as announcement of further suffering from the Torturess’s hand.

Then the next sequence of lashes follows immediately, and my self-control is again put to a hard test. Subsequently the Supreme Goddess bids me first to kiss Her big toe and then to take into my mouth. Demanding more She lets the other toes follow; i caress every one of them with lips and tongue in the deepest adoration and slavishly lick the cleavages between the toes clean. Whereupon Her Majesty makes me humbly repeat the ritual of my obsequious obedience at Her other Foot.

A third time the Bullwhip leads me to the limit of how much pain i can endure; apparently, the Torturess intends to whip me into unconsciousness  During the next break granted to me, i may worship my Goddess with my lips on the back of Her Feet and show her in this way that my enslavement to Her reaches an even deeper stage every time i suffer this torture and my dependent addictive submission intensifies more and more under Her Absolute Supremacy.

Although She pretty well has led me to the limit of my endurances, my Supreme Goddess once more orders another full sequence of lashes from the Bullwhip to further increase my capability to suffer. Moaning i have to endure the final blows, before Her Divine Majesty grants me an audience of a special kind: She graciously awards me the privilege to lick the entire sole of Her Foot, as manifestation of my submissive gratitude for letting me suffer at Her Royal pleasure. By means of the long strokes of the tip of my tongue, i try to convey my addictive enslavement, my most subservient worship of Her Divinity and my unconditional, total submission to the Omnipotence of my Absolute and Supreme Goddess.

The Godhead graciously acknowledges my groveling quest for humiliation and degradation before her and orders the position of the pillory stocks changed in such a way that my head is on the level of Her knees now. Slowly She opens Her Divine Thighs and a sharp blow of the Bullwhip stings my back, as my gaze is directed at my Goddess’s Sacrosanct Labia and the Aroma of the Divine Nectar emanates from the Temple of the Deity.

Obviously, having me in Her Power completely, to see me in agony in my helpless captivity before Her throne and making me gratefully lick Her Heavenly Feet in my abased situation turns the Supreme Goddess on. To tease me further by showing me Her Holiest of Holies, giving me visions of being used by Her as lick slave and at the same time denying me the privilege to manifest my total subservience in the way i most eagerly crave, is arousing Her even further; to rule over my life is a very pleasurable and satisfying sensation for Her.

The Torturess is accompanying my slavish fantasies with blows from her whip, which she first applies at a restrained rhythm, allowing my mind to concentrate on my sole ambition, which would be to give pleasure, enjoyment and satisfaction serving in the Supreme Goddess’s Sanctuary.

Her Majesty bids the Chief Torturess to strike faster and harder again, as She puts two Delicate Fingers on the Divine Labia and starts touching Herself. For an eternity my world consists only of the pain on my back, the Divine Aroma in my nostrils and the view of the caressing fingertips, until several waves are twitching through the August Body, the Goddess easily groans softly and closes Her Divine Thighs to cover Her Sanctuary.

After a few moments to regain Her breathing my Supreme Goddess Yanara, raises saying, “It is a hard and fast rule of My Temple that any slave who comes close to my Divine Sexuality, is to be disciplined strictly. I shall not attend your following punishment, so nothing will distract you from feeling the excruciating pain that is due to you for watching My Mystery and harbouring lustful imaginations.” With these words the Divine Queen of Egypt leaves my field of vision.

The Torturess begins to consummate my punishment immediately and makes my body twitch and squirm under the Bullwhip. Apparently She is enjoying my helpless moaning, because She is striving to strike harder still and finally achieves the temporary loss of my senses.

Having regained consciousness i remain tied on my knees in the stocks for a while. Then the Chief Torturess stands before me and instructs me to thank Her reverently for the flogging granted with Her outstretched hand. Obediently, i cover the hand with kisses, then She opens the pillory stocks and leads me back to the bondage post at the Supreme Goddess’s Altar, there She leaves me lying on my side helplessly hogtied.

If or when i shall ever be released from this position is the Supreme Goddess Yanara’s decision alone and exclusively.

Dark ceremony

In humble obedience i kneel before my Supreme Goddess Yanara, the Divine Queen of Egypt, seated on Her throne, delicately blinding me with the view of Her wonderful legs, and await Her instructions.

The Omnipotence graciously extends Her shod feet for me to kiss reverently and then orders me onto Her altar, where i am, helplessly spread-eagled in chains, at Her disposal for Her pleasure.

"Today," she says, "I'm going to torture you with My Divine Aloofness and show you the way to infinite submissiveness."

Thus my Supreme Goddess stands over my head and places a short riding crop and a pair of heavy nipple clamps on the altar. She seats Herself astride my face, so that Her delicate stockinged knees are resting on my shoulders, and She grips my nipples firmly and places the clamps onto them. At the same time i sense above my mouth, hidden under Her silky panties, Her most Holy Divinity and cannot resist the temptation to press a kiss of homage with lips and tongue on it.

Instantly My Supreme Goddess grabs the crop and hits each of my testicles once, so that the searing pain almost drives me to tears - how lovely it is, to feel this pain abate!

"I don’t want to feel your tongue at all, "She says, "only with your submissive lips are you allowed to worship my Sanctuary and to adore your Goddess. Or do you want me to apply ten more on each testicle?" She emphasizes this command by playing rhythmically with the strings attached to the nipple clamps using them like leashes.

Brought to heel by the pain from the whip my lips touch to the silky fabric that hides the Absolute Feminine Supremacy that is sovereign in Her Rule over me. My proprietress lets Her Mound of the Love Goddess play slightly provocatively under the layer of textile, but I observe Her ban in slavish submission. "Yes She says, "My will be done! But the next test of your obedience will be a little harder."

The Majesty that thrones above me shifts Her weight so that Her buttocks are closing my nose and Her Sanctuary comes to rest on my mouth firmly - She literally takes my breath away! - and reins in my nipples again.

"Now you are my ritual sacrifice on my altar; your fate lies solely in my hand – you cannot even beg for mercy without my permission." With these words, My Enchanting Goddess sends me into the state of self-effacing devotion and unconditional submissiveness, my only thought is: 'Yes, Her will be done!'

Having surrendered to my fate my senses slowly begin to wane. Two lashes on the clamped nipples wake me up again, and with the words "slave, for the time being you have me convinced of your submissive obedience. Therefore, I preliminarily grant you reprieve in form of severe detention in my temple, " My Supreme Goddess raises Herself and stands fully erect above me so that i can feel Her heels next to my cheeks and i have to direct my gaze up Her Flawless Legs, a sight that, along with the pain in the chest, fills my stomach with butterflies.

"Thank Me," She says and lifts one of the shoes slightly and places the heel onto my lips, orders me to open my mouth and pushes the heel into it slowly. To be able to accommodate it completely in my mouth, I am forced to tilt my head backwards, in order to create the necessary depth in my throat.

"Surrender to the Omnipotence of Your Goddess at Her heels, on which She walks on the ground that you worship - a nice exercise of obedience and humble posture – don’t you think slave?" With these words, the Almighty Beauty starts moving Her heel up and down in my mouth while tapping the same rhythm on the clamps, and immediately my mind is filled with deepest humility and the devoted yearning to be subjected unconditionally to my Goddess’s bidding.

Satisfied with the effect of the heel, She lifts it out of my mouth and places the leather sole on my mouth. - "Now I want to feel your slave tongue, lick the soles of my shoes so hard that I can feel your submissiveness even through the leather!"

With immeasurable eagerness i comply with My Majesty’s command, pressing again and again my tongue with all my strength onto the sole, which conceals the Divine Foot and try to express my entire submission with this gesture of slavish devotion.

With the slightly mocking words, "this we still have to practice some more" My Divine Goddess removes Her shoe from my face and disappears from my vision. A little later she enters the altar again at the foot end, seizes the leashes on my nipples with one hand, sits down on my thighs and takes my virility into Her free hand.

"Now we will consummate your reprieve." These words from the beautiful mouth of my Almighty Goddess take my breath away; i am fully aware how hard a regime Her Divine Hand can impose!

And yet i feel how Her resolute, firm grip is gives me a rigid hard erection; She sits upright, encloses my abdomen between the divine silky smooth thighs and takes the leashes of my nipple clamps into both hands. Then I feel surprised that She has taken off Her panties and starts making my glans captive in Her Holiest of Holies. Only a moment later, my body is flooded with sensations like red-hot lava, as My Almighty Goddess completely engulfs my virility with Her Sanctuary. My groan gives Her cause to the comment: "Maybe you're going to wish I had not risen earlier. Now you will learn what it means to serve as a pleasure slave in my Temple."

What follows, make me experience heaven and hell at the same time. Slowly and with the longest possible drives the Godhead is moving Her pelvis up and down, takes control of my body completely and rules over my mind absolutely sending me into the unconditional capitulation under the Divine Will, into the magical state of unreserved submission to Her Almighty Beauty and Glory; my helpless enslavement to the Feminine Dominance of my Proprietress is so complete and final, that i just want to be obedient and pliant to Her Will.

My Supreme Goddess enjoys my moaning, it is only with difficulty that I can whisper: "Oh My Goddess!" In Her Majestic pleasure She leads me to the brink of fainting with the lustful torture in Her Holiest Sanctuary and then stops.

"Now you 'll see how far your obedience has taken root. you may be ever so excited, but you will not ejaculate without my permission. "

She slips the clamps off my nipples, waits for a moment, while the blood rushes into them, and then takes both between Her Almighty Fingers. Again a sensation of molten steel rushes my body; My Absolute Goddess slowly resumes Her movements again, but with shorter drives gradually increasing the rhythm; quickly, She drives Herself into an ecstasy that pushes me into the deepest abyss of slavish humility and submissiveness. My fall only comes to an end, as i feel My Goddess above me reaching Her orgasm with a loud cry of satisfaction, drawing fresh breath She whispers, "Now!”. She presses Her heavenly thighs into my loins - and my cock explodes, captured in the Sanctuary of the Goddess!

A moment later My Almighty Goddess raises Herself to Her full height above me, takes off one of Her shoes and places the ball of Her naked Foot on my lips. Only too gladly do i surrender to Her gracious gesture that She deigns to consummate my servile serfdom with, and my lips follow the movement of Her Divine Foot and kiss reverently ball, sole and heel.

Finally, She slaps my mouth slightly with the Her Big Toe saying, "Like this you please me, my slave: tame at My Feet, helplessly enslaved and addicted to the agony and torment of my Rule .........."

not just a story

Once again, i am on my knees before Supreme Goddess Yanara, the Divine Queen of Egypt, who commands my unconditional obedience. Wearing golden high heeled sandals, which emphasize Her beautiful, long legs, and a very erotic outfit of Royal silk, Her Majesty is the pure incarnation of feminine super power.

Holding a long riding crop in Her hand She silently indicates the floor before the tips of Her shoes. Obeying the mute command, i kowtow before Her, kiss Her shoes and humbly press my forehead onto the designated spot.

A moment later i instantly feel sole and heel of Her shoe on my neck, and the exciting feeling to be humiliated by my almighty Goddess and Queen graciously penetrates me again. "slave, you know, the soles of my shoes are your law" She says, "and now you will learn a further paragraph thereof: you will languish in your Goddess’s yoke and worship me suffering with pain.."

My Supreme Goddess pulls forward a wooden frame, about half a meter high, which is mounted on a wooden base, to which a number of rings are attached; She commands me to kneel on the base and to bow down below the cross-bar of the frame. Then She chains my wrists and my collar to the crossbar and directs me with light taps of Her whip to spread my knees.

Next She seizes a strip of leather, converts it to a sling and ties my testicles to the ring that is positioned in the center of the basis. Of course, i am immediately aroused by the touch of my Mistress’s hand, and a faint smile flits across Her face.

Now follow the inevitable clamps on my nipples, this time linked by a steel chain, to which several weights are attached.

Then the adored Majesty seats Herself on an armchair and positions it so that Her Shoed Feet are fully in my view. She lifts a Shoe making the chain attached to the nipple clamps sway and then places the tip of the Shoe below mouth so that i am obliged to bow low in order to kiss it in utter humility. The instruction to perform this ritual, together with the uncompromising grip on my nipples, compound my devotion to my August Proprietress sending my mind into lowest submission.

The Omnipotent Goddess aligns my aroused virility with Her whip so that it is lying directly in front of the tips of Her Shoes. The purpose of this measure becomes clear to me instantly as my Supreme Goddess sets one of Her Shoes full and hard onto my outstretched penis. My involuntary groan sets the weighted chain into motion again – sensations of unconditional submissiveness are rushing through my body!

"slave, I hope you feel that the rubber soles of My Shoes are slightly profiled. I expect you're duly impressed, because they will remain in your memory for some time." i can barely utter another "Yes, Goddess!" before the first blow of the riding crop on my back is taking away my breath - followed by two more, and then another two!

Feeling the almost unbearable pain slowly fade away, i perceive that Her Absolute Divinity moves Her Shoes somewhat and begins to rub my penis under the slightly roughened sole sinking me abysmally into unstinting submission and slavish devotion.

Back goes Her toe to the chain on the nipple clamps; this time She pulls the chain with the back of Her Shoe upward, before i may press my humble kiss onto the leather.

"We will be increasing this now, slave. I will yet find out the number of strokes that you can endure." "As You command me my Mistress." i have barely uttered the words, when the foot drops back to the ground, and the dropping weights pull on my nipples and sending me deeper and deeper into complete dependency.

My Supreme Goddess, makes me suffer the torture of the sole of Her Shoe a second time, prolonging this a little before she again marks me with Her whip. As announced, She strikes seven blows this time! Despite the sharp pain emanating from the whip, my excitement is still growing; it makes me feel grateful and happy to suffer for my Divine Owner in this manner.

Again She humiliates me graciously forcing me to worship Her Shoe that is tormenting me. This time She lifts the chain with the high heel of the Shoe up and makes me kiss the sole as a symbol of my complete subservience showing me thus that Her rule over me is absolute and unlimited.

Twice my Divine Mistress repeats the ritual of strict, uncompromising proprietorship, painful torture and servile submission and devotion, while the number of lashes are being increased further each time.

After i am allowed to express my submissive devotion with the kiss of Her Shoe for the fourth time bowing my head low, my Mistress sets the sole of Her Shoe on the chain that connects the nipple-clamps, begins to jiggle Her foot lightly and sends me moaning again.

"Actually I wanted to extend this torture until you either climaxed or fainted. But I think I will leave it at that and show you one last time how extremely and profoundly my foot can subjugate you. Then you will get an opportunity to show that you are a willing servant of your Proprietress’s Desires." With these words, the Omnipotent Mistress sets the Shoe back on my erection, this time gleefully pushing the foreskin backwards. The roughness of the sole lets my Glans almost explode, caught in lowermost submissiveness i can only whisper, "my Goddess, i pray to You!" "That you shall," She replies and begins to let Her riding crop dance on my back. The doubly addictive sensation of torture and devotion engulfs body and mind - how i love this Goddess under whose yoke i may suffer so boundlessly!

In my state of utter, submissive devotion to the agony imposed on me, i have lost count, how many times She has struck, but all of a sudden She pauses and extends the hand holding the whip towards me. "This time you may kiss the Hand that keeps you captive in pain." my lips glide in utmost veneration over the back and the fingers of my Goddess’s Hand that holds my fate.

Then the Almighty Mistress moves Her chair very close to me and places Her exciting Legs on the yoke, so that Her Sanctuary is separated from my mouth by a piece of silken fabric only. Then She opens Her garment at the crotch and commands: "now perform the rites of your devotion in my Temple! My whip will let you know whether I'm satisfied with your service; if you are careless, she will drive you, and if you're pleasuring Me all right, you will feel it too. A nice dilemma, don’t you think slave?"

The Mistress of the Temple follows up Her words with the first encouraging blows, while my lips push open the portal to Her Holiest of Holies and my tongue seeks the Pearl of Divine Enjoyment. The tongue is caressing the Royal Clitoris tenderly, the Divine Aroma that pervades the Temple, intoxicates my senses, and the lashes become more demanding. Obsessed by the passion just to serve devotedly then, only still arise, i penetrate deeper into the Sanctuary probing with the tip of my tongue, lick submissively in complete devotion my Omnipotent Mistress’s Lap and sink into a trance of deepest submissiveness that allows me a notion of my Goddess’s Mystery in the depth of Her Temple.

A single, particularly hard blow hits my back, I sense my Goddess arching Her Inner Sanctum slightly upward and Her breathing accelerates. My tongue is getting faster and harder and worships the Pearl of Divine Pleasure with long firm strokes.

Totally absorbed serving in utter addiction i perceive a low "Yes!" accompanied by a whiplash, my Adored Mistress has difficulties breathing and the crop drives me to a final exertion. Suddenly the Temple quakes, my Adored Mistress emits a scream and mercilessly depicts Her orgasm with Her whip on my back.

The Divine Hand pushes my head back a little, and Her Thighs press their silky skin against my neck. The message is clear: "slave, you are aware that your life is forfeit if you touch me like this! However I grant you pardon in form of continuing enslaved serfdom together with a flogging, the form and scope of which I have yet to decide."

The beautiful legs slide back on the ground, while one of the Shoes catches the chain connecting the nipple clamps and pulls them off with a jolt. Then my Mistress graciously frees my testicles from their captivity and releases my neck and arms from the chains tying them to the yoke.

Once again, the end of the whip instructs me to kowtow; filled with subservient love, i kiss the tips of the divine Shoes, press my forehead to the floor and bare my neck, on which I immediately feel Her sole and heel. "Now you know your Mistress’s yoke" She increases the pressure of Her Foot, "finally you will pay homage to Me with my Shoe on your neck and make me the sacrifice of your juice."

In complete submission and obedience, i take my manhood into my hand...

slave baruti wrote...

My slave baruti wrote this beautiful letter:

Humblest greetings Supreme Goddess and adored Queen,

Please permit Your obedient and utterly submissive servant and slave to express his deepest gratitude for bringing me under Your divine spell today in such a paramount manner.
Feeling my utter helplessness and the firework You whipped up with Your lips and tongue sealed my unconditional surrender to Your Magic, which You could have established even further by making me lick the Sole of Your Shoe again, thus ascertaining that my station is lower than the lowest part of Your Divine Body.
In order to better explain my sensations, kindly allow me a quote from the American author Elise Sutton:

“Subspace is a place of absolute surrender and a place where the female rules supreme. It is a magical place within the psyche of a man where he worships a woman with his spirit. It is powerful and it is beautiful. For only a man who surrenders his will to a woman and enters the
submissive zone, can fully see a woman in all her beauty and glory.”

Having been plunged into this kind of state, i find it difficult to find words adequately expressing myself and to describe the limitless Power You are wielding over me.
Omnipotent Goddess Yanara, You graciously grant me to feel the deepest gratitude and humility, servile adoration and submissive worship for Your August Personality that i shall always be trying to express surrendering myself to Your Supreme Power in absolute obedience.

Your most humble and deeply indebted servant and slave

baruti

Goddess Yanara's Whip

Goddess Yanara prefers to appear in public with Her whip, and not like most pharaos with 'crook and flail'.

History of the Egyptian whip

The Pharos' Crook and Flail
I have read on many reputable web sites including wikipedia.org that whips can be traced back to ancient Egypt. As evidence they sight the fact that the Pharos carried whips to signify their position and dominance over the people. Unfortunately this couldn't be further from the truth. While I don't dispute the fact that ancient Egyptians used whips and I will show evidence of that later in this article. However the items the Pharos carried for ceremony where not whips. Before I go any further let's define what a whip is. According the Webster's Dictionary a whip is defined as "an instrument consisting usually of a handle and lash forming a flexible rod that is used for whipping". Further more it defines a bullwhip as "a rawhide whip with a very long plaited lash". So we can safely say that a whip consists of a single tail that varies in flexibility. What the Pharos carried where called a "crook" and "flail". It's pretty hard to confuse the crook for a whip. In case you don't know, the crook is the one that looks like a walking stick. But the term flail has been confused here as being synonymous for whip when in fact it is not. If we go back to the trusted Webster's Dictionary and look up flail we get the following description "a hand threshing implement consisting of a wooden handle at the end of which a stouter and shorter stick is so hung as to swing freely".
So we can safely say that a flail is basically a nunchuk. Two pieces of wood connected by a flexible joint. I doubt this design would ever produce a sonic boom. Some might argue that a flail is a device used for whipping people. We all know that some people do partake in different forms of flagellation either self inflicted or inflicted by others. But the crook and flail carried by the Pharos signified something entirely different. The crook signified the control of livestock like sheep and the flail signified the control of produce specifically grain. This type of flail was used for crushing grain. Could it have been used to hit people? Of course it could. So could the crook for that matter, but in this case the symbolism was that the Pharos controlled the land and the livestock, both symbols of wealth and life. Of course this is a simplification but accurate none the less.