Under Her Divine Feet

Several incidents during the recent past have brought me into close and intimate contact with Supreme Goddess Yanara’s Divine Body in a manner that She deems far above my humble station as Her subservient slave. She is fully aware, that using me as Her lick-slave or allowing my eyes to see Her perfect naked body will always increase my love for Her and my addiction to Her Godhead; but She also believes in keeping me in strict discipline and utter submission.

As initial penance for my transgressions the Supreme Goddess has sentenced me to be chained on the ground with arms and legs spread-eagled as long as She pleases.

First, i am lying lonely and isolated in the room, wrists and ankles chained to the steel stakes; and i have plenty of time to think about my shortcomings and how i can serve Her still even more devotedly and be useful for Her comfort and well-being.

Then the Goddess enters the room, proceeds to the throne that is arranged above my head, slightly offset to the back, and settles into it.

The sight of Her is breathtaking; She is wearing a sari-like dress made of a very transparent, Golden material that alludes to Her flawless body. As She sits down on the throne, the fabric sheets of Her robe fall open exposing Her beautiful legs, which i have to behold unavoidably due to my bondage and Her exalted position.
She draws my attention to Her riding crop touching my lips with the leather loop on its end to my lips, and demands i kiss it as a sign of my devotion and submission to Her judgment.

With two hard on my testicles blows the Supreme Goddess very quickly makes it clear that my punishment will not be limited to mere bondage in chains- the wave of almost unbearable pain shows me how completely She understands to dominate me, Her slave, and i know, i will humbly and obsequiously surrender to everything She will deign to impose on me.

Then the next blows of Her whip hit my nipple-clamps, always alternating in rapid succession two left, two right until a dozen is reached. Then i have to profess that i am unconditionally at Her will’s mercy repeating my kiss of Her riding crop.

Then, as a further expression of Her assertion of power, the pointed heels of Her Sandals are drawing red marks on my breast, before She sets the heels unerringly on my nipples sensitized by the crop and begins to flood waves of lustful pain like fire through my entire body; i twist and jerk in my chains and fight for breath.

The feeling that She creates in me, is so pervasive and intense, that I have to cry out loud - the sensuous pain makes me instantly aware that i am docile and completely at Goddess’s mercy – She just points out the abyss me, into which She is able to sink me into at any time.

The pressure of Her heels eases for a moment as if granting me a breather, but then the riding crop hits my virility a second time with half a dozen strokes, and Almighty Goddess Yanara enjoys to sink me blow to blow into the abyss of pleasure and pain. All I am still capable of feeling, is filled up by the submission to Her torture.

Then Her heels ignite a firework that shoots through my entire body; the abyss becomes the Fiery Inferno beneath Her feet – Supreme Goddess Yanara rules over all my senses, steps up pressure and rhythm and enjoys my helpless, uncontrolled moaning, until i finally whimper for mercy.

"you submit to me and my verdict unconditionally?" She asks, "accept torture and punishment without any reservation?"

In response i can only whisper: "Yes Goddess, Your will shall be done!"

Again She dictates the symbolic consummation of my submission touching my lips with the end of the riding crop in my painful situation, before She accedes to my plea and relieves my nipples from the pressure of Her heels.

Then the Goddess presses Her shod foot on my mouth and bids me once again to lick its sole so powerfully that She can feel my tongue through the leather on the sole of Her foot. Satisfied with my submissive effort, She slightly lifts the shoe, lowers Her heel onto my throat and makes me feel Her Absolute Authority over me, my life and my destiny. Then She orders me to open the mouth, and pushes Her high-heel into my mouth for me to reverently kiss, lick and suck the symbol of Her omnipotence. To intensify this gesture of my submission and devotion, She is moving Her heel slightly up and down.

Sensing that Supreme Goddess Yanara is enjoying having me at her mercy, has aroused me, and she immediately notices my erection; her shoe is shoved forward between my thighs and traps my virility onto the floor.

Then she begins to bob her foot up and down a little giving me a foretaste of what she has in mind. “I want you docile and pliable, slave. You will beg for release and vow to willingly endure every pain and agony I will make you undergo.”

The motion of her shoe increases and becomes firmer giving me sensations of complete surrender and subservience; she is sending me into subspace with merciless consistency. When she has my mind falling freely through the abyss of unconditional submission and my body wincing and groaning for deliverance, she asks: ”Will you now swear to submit voluntarily to the punishment and the pain I have decided on for You?”

All i can do is nod my head, whereupon she withdraws her shoe and orders: “Kiss my feet now in order to seal your oath of obedience.”

With the words: "Now your position is lower than the lowest part of my body, which you will now properly worship now." She sets Her feet closely besides my head.

In complete submission, i begin to cover Her feet eagerly with kisses. After intensive contact with the back of the foot the lips are sliding over insteps and passe and then worship each toe individually.

Then Supreme Goddess Yanara sheds the Sandal of one foot and grants me the grace of Her bare foot on my face as a symbol of the ultimate humiliation and thus allows me to kiss the undersides of the toes, the ball of the foot, the sole and finally the heel.

She then moves Heir foot to my throat and begins to tease it with the toes, before She presses a little further down with the ball of the foot, very aware that She is impeding my breath; She slides Her foot over my throat choking and suffocating me only briefly and then looks down expectantly.

Her unspoken question is evident: have i become docile and pliable enough to be turned into the Supreme Goddess’s human sacrifice?

The Supreme Goddess continues to rub the ball Her of divine foot back and forth over my throat, presses down yet again to take my breath looks into my eyes.

Satisfied that She has brought me to the point, where She could take my life without defiance or resistance, Supreme Goddess Yanara chuckles and sets Her foot back on my face.

How much the Goddess enjoys my helpless submission i can feel by the slight pressure She exerts with the soles of Her feet on my face; with additional blows of Her crop She demands the persevering evidence of my untiring submissive obedience which i seek to provide as i make my tongue slide over toes, sole and heel with long strokes, increase the rhythm of the ritual homage and am elated to the ecstasy of impotent malleability.