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...
