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Goddess Yanara's diary - 17 -

Today I am bored. It isn't easy being the Queen of our wonderful country of Egypt, but I have already been around the new temple, and seen that the building was going well. I'm so bored! I think I shall probably just call it a day and go for My bath now. I turn round, and see My faithful concubine , Mene, kneeling behind Me. "I would like to have My bath now please Mene," I say to her, and as she nods I walk back into My room. It doesn't take long to get the bath ready, as the water is kept outside in the sunshine so it is warm. 

"Your bath is ready most sacred Goddess," says Mene as she walks into My room. She has her head bowed slightly as I walk past her, but I can still see her pretty features. I take in her dark slanted eyes, and her ivory skin. She's easily the second most gorgeous girl in the whole of Alexandria, which is why I keep her so close to Me. I know she would never betray Me though, I almost feel like she is a friend to Me. Of course the Queen of Egypt has no friends.  I know she is still behind Me as I walk into the bathroom, followed by worshipping floor slaves kissing My footsteps,  and more court slaves, and My eyes fall upon the bathtub. It is a gorgeous bathtub, with patterned tiles round it and rose petals dropped over it. Mene comes up to Me, and pulls the straps of My white dress off My shoulders and lets it slide to the floor. I can feel her slender fingers warm upon My shoulders, then she moves them away. 

I walk over to the side of the bath and take the piece of cloth I use to tie My long black hair out of the way so it doesn't get wet. I turn around and can see Mene looking at My naked body. I look at her and take in the sight of her. She has a plain thin white dress on, so I can see her dark nipples erect beneath the fabric. She wears her dark hair to her shoulders, framing the delicate features that make up her face. I go up to the edge of the bath and step into the gorgeous warm water. Mene comes over and starts to wash My body. Three more concubines join us to serve Me. Fan slaves kneel around the bath and begin to swing their huge peacock fans. The floorslaves are kissing and licking the marble tiles I touched .

I lean My head back and close My eyes as I feel her hands roaming My body. She is washing My shoulders, My neck, My arms, down to My breasts. This is the way she always washes Me, but something feels different this time. As she washes Me, massaging the soap into My breasts, I feel a low moan escape from My throat. I keep My eyes shut, and I feel My face going red with embarrassment. I hope she didn't hear Me. I can feel My heart pounding in My chest underneath her warm hands, but she doesn't seem to change what she is doing, she just lowers her hands to wash My stomach. I can feel Myself getting a bit hot now. She starts to wash the tops of My legs, and I let another moan escape Me. She now moves her hands to My inner thighs and I can barely contain Myself. I'm starting to moan quite loudly now, when she moves her fingers over to My clit and starts to wash that too. 

I'm so turned on that I can feel Myself getting close, and then I can feel warmth flooding through Me as I reach My climax. I open My eyes in just enough time to see her lean in towards Me, then I can feel her soft lips against Mine. I don't even think about it, I just pull her towards Me, so she falls in to the bath with a large splash! But we barely even notice as we kiss compassionately. I lift my hands to feel her breasts through the thin dress, playing with her rock hard nipples, then rip the dress from her and let My mouth meet her right breast. She starts to moan, so I nibble it a bit then I pull her legs apart and I take in a deep breath as I go under water and place My head between her legs. Even under the water I can taste how aroused she is and I let My fingers slip inside her, fucking her with them harder and harder as I flick her clit with My tongue. I only leave her to come up for air, until I feel a shudder run through her body, and I know she has orgasmed. I come back up, and deeply kiss her so she can taste herself. She falls into My arms, and lets out a content sigh, and we sit there catching our breath.....

Goddess Yanara's diary - 16 -

Do you remember diary 2  and 11?  Of course not!  Diary2 
Better! About the new slave I bought. Till now he was serving me as a floorslave (Diary11)
Today I ordered a priestess to bring him before Me.

The priestess entered My private room with the leashed slave crawling on his stomach behind her.

"Unleash the slave and take off his leather collar!" I ordered. The priestess obeyed My orders immediately.
"slave, on your knees and crawl to Me." I said.
he dropped to his knees and began to crawl , feeling the coldness through the stone floor, when he got to within a meter of My throne I looked down at him:
"That's enough, stop right there."

Uncrossing My legs and stepping down off the throne and on to the floor I walked over to a small table and took a new brass collar and a pair of wrist cuffs with a short chain attached linking each cuff.

I walked slowly behind the slave and attached the thick brass collar around his neck strapping it tight, then grabbing his arms and hoisting them up I put the brass cuffs around each of his wrists, then grabbing the chain between his bound wrists I clasped it midway to the neck collar, thus restraining his arms from moving more than a few short inches away from his face and most importantly ensuring he couldn't touch himself and thus deny him any pleasure until I should oder to unfasten the chains. He didn't know it was going to be some time before that privilege was bestowed upon him.

Then a leash of chain was attached to the back of his collar, the chain rattled above his head as some of the cold links touched his back. Holding the leash in one hand I walked slowly around him, putting My finger under his chin to ensure he was staring at waist level, his head positioned upright his eyes strained downwards trying to get a glimpse of My feet once more, as I circled My almost naked body with My high heels clicking loudly with each slow teasing step.

"Now.........Now you are My FOOTSLAVE, you will beg and grovel at My feet, you will be Mine to tease, torment and punish. Is that understood slave!!"

"Yes Your Divine Majesty...Yes! This unworthy slave understands."
As he replied his head fell and his eyes caught sight of My feet.
"Did I give you permission to look down at my feet? Did I slave!"
"No Your Divine Majesty, this humble slave begs for mercy, most sacred Goddess."
"Don't you dare look at my feet until I allow you to, is that understood slave!"
"Yes Your divine Majesty."

"So slave,  you love looking at My divine feet, always wanting to kiss, lick and worship them, you're such a pathetic little footslave aren't you!"

"Yes most sacred Goddess, this worthless slave is a pathetic foot slave."

"Well you're going to be My footslave now, you see where my golden gown ends, well that is where you begin foot slave, you belong at My feet you pathethic unworthy slave. "

With that I sat back up on the throne, dragging him towards Me with the leash.

"Lie on your back with your head below My feet slave."

"Thank You , Your divine Majesty."

Immediately he lay under Me as I crossed My legs and dangled My high heel over his face.

"Kiss the soles of My shoes and remove them for Me footslave."

Using his elbow angled himself and strained to kiss the golden sole of My shoes just as instructed, and then, with his hands still restricted he unbuckled the high heel straps and gently slipped off My stiletto shoes, revealing My beautiful soles resting just inches above his eyes and lips.

Well, well, What a good obedient little foot slave you are, I think I might give you a treat foot slave, I am going to allow you to lie below My beautiful feet and you will be allowed to look at My soles, and My arches and My toes. You're such a lucky foot slave aren't you!"

"Oh Yes Most Sacred Goddess, thank you Your divine Majesty."

As he lay under My feet, lying naked on the cold floor with his cock standing to full attention, he was truly mesmerized by My exquisite soft shapely soles, he stared in awe at what lay before him, something that was so pleasing to his loins but yet so unattainable.

"Now you are not allowed to lick My feet but I want you to stick your tongue out so your Goddess can tease you, you will always have your tongue ready to serve My feet, but I will decide when I will allow you to lick them - tongue out slave!!"

he stuck his tongue out as far as it could go raising his head trying to reach the sole with his lapping tongue, but it was only to heighten his arousal and tease him further, his allmighty Goddess and Queen had no intention of allowing Her slave to lick Her feet.

he lay underfoot for what seemed like an eternity, awestruck by the beauty of My feet that now dangled over his head. He craved the slightest touch of My divine feet.

"Get back on your knees slave." With his wrists bound so close to his neck he awkwardly rolled on the floor like a pathetic worm and gracelessly knelt before his sacred Queen. Too humbled to make eye contact his head stooped downward, receiving a visual foot treat, instantly I raised My foot below his chin, My beautiful red manicured toenails just inches from his wanton mouth.

"Now foot slave I want you to be my foot stool for the next few hours -- prostrate your self before me slave."

Removing Mycontrolling foot from his chin, he put his hands on the floor, the slave collar and chains also dragged his head down to floor level, he knelt before Me with his back hunched so My feet could rest comfortably.

"That's where you belong footslave below your most sacred Queen feet at all times, isn't that right footslave!"

"Yes sacred Goddess, thank You Your divine Majesty."

"You love being my pathetic little footslave, don't you!"

"Yes most sacred GoddessI love being Your divine Majesty's foot slave."

He could feel My feet resting on his back, feeling so powerless with Me sitting above him, using him as My pathetic foot stool.

He kept his uncomfortable position below My feet for so long his knees began to pain, but he knew he was pleasing his divine Queen so he didn't move a muscle until I commanded him to. Lifting My feet from his back I placed My right foot on his shoulder and harshfully pushed him back, tugging the leash to Ensure him  upright kneeling position.


Then wrapping the leash around My wrist I pulled it hard, bringing his face to My foot, his nose buried in My toes,  they smelt divine, He wanted so badly to begin kissing and licking but knew to restrain himself for fear of being punished, and his privileges, whatever ones he had would be withdrawn. He audibly sniffed at My toes, breathing it all in, with his divine Owner smirking down at him. After some time, with his nostrils full of the scent of my bare feet, I uttered the words he longed to hear.

"Would My little footslave like to worship My feet, I think My slave would you like to kiss and lick My divine feet, wouldn't you slave!"

"Oh yes, most sacred Goddess and divine Queen, Please let this worthless slave worship your feet."

"Please What!"

"Please Your divine majesty, Please let me worship Your divine feet."

"I want to hear you beg, slave. Grovel at my feet and beg like a proper footslave!"

"Oh Please most sacred GoddessI am Your divine Majesty's pathetic footslave, please allow me to worship Your beautiful divine feet, please, let me lick Your beautiful soles, and kiss your toes, P-l-e-a-s-e Your divine Majesty."

She looked down at my face, which was strained from the teasing and torment that her feet were inflicting on my mind and my raging hard on, she crossed her legs yet again dangling her foot inches from my face. She realized the power her feet had over me and relished using it. She teasingly wiggled her red toenails right in front of my face.

"I said tongue out footslave, tongue out at all times, I want you to look like
My pathetic slaveboy ready to serve Me when I allow you, is that understood!"

"Yes mostsacred Goddess, mercy, Your divine Majesty."

He immediately stuck his tongue out as far as it could go waiting in anticipation of planting the first kiss on My feet. Then lifting My foot up My bare soles hovered just above his head. He tilted his head back following My every move with his eyes and salivating tongue, I continued to move My foot above his head, swirling just out of reach, He  felt so powerless, kneeling on the floor with his hands bound and a brass slave collar around his neck, following My feet as they moved from side to side and up and down, like a cruel game to tease My eager footslave.

"Would you like to kiss them foot slave?"

I said as I brought My foot to within half an inch of his tongue.

"Oh yes please, most Sacred Goddess, please let me kiss Your divine Majesty's beautiful feet."

"You may kiss My feet."

This was the moment he had been waiting for, shuffling on his knees, his face edged closer to My bare foot and pouted his lips ready to plant kisses on My divine feet, his lips made contact with the centre of My soft sole he held his lips on My foot, and closed his eyes to show gratification for this gesture his Goddess and Queen had granted him. Then he started kissing all over the soles of My feet, He was overwhelmed with arousal, and kissed feverishly, feeling possessed by My naked foot on his lips. Then he began to kiss My toes as I moved them towards his mouth, kisses only, even though he yearned to lick them. He kissed each toe slavishly, savoring the touch of My toes that he craved for so much. he kissed both feet all over, from the edge of the sheer dress, down My slender ankles, around My heels, along My soles and to each one of My beautifully pedicured toes.

"That's enough for now footslave."

"Yes Most sacred Goddess, thank You Your divine Majesty, thank you for the privilege of allowing this worthless slave to kiss Your beautiful divine  feet allmighty Queen."

With that Iwithdrew My foot from his lips and calmly rested both feet on the floor in front of him. He bowed his head, knowing that it was his duty to look down at My feet at all times as he was My humble footslave and was there only to serve My feet.

"Now footslave, I'm getting tired of sitting down, so I'm going to go for a little walk around the room, and you slave are going to follow My every step along the floor, I want you on all fours trailing behind Me, with your tongue out, and as I take a step you will lick the sole of My foot as I offer it to you, licking the dirt from My sole and keeping My feet soft and clean at all times, is that understood footslave!"

"Yes mostsacred Goddess, thank You Your divine Majesty."

I placed My right foot on the crown of his head and forcefully brought him down so his elbows touched the cold concrete floor, his hands still bound to his neck dragged his head with them. Grabbing the leash I stood up from the throne taking one step to the right of Me, from his lowly position he could see only the floor and the sight of My foot adorned with ankle bracelet and golden  toes.

As I moved he followed, on all fours right behind Me, as I took a step I slowly and seductively raised the sole of My foot behind Me, looking back over My shoulder to Ensure he  completed his duty correctly. With outstretched tongue he started at the tip of My toes and licked all the way up to My heels. With every slow step I made his lapping tongue licked in unison, cleaning off any dust or dirt that might blemish My immaculate soles.

After walking around the room with My new footslave following pathetically behind, I finally stopped in front of a cage, it wasn't more than four foot high with cold vertical iron bars running down to meet the concrete floor, affixed to the top of the cage was a long padded black leather cushion, for Me to lie on no doubt, in the centre of the cushion there was a small circular hole, not big enough to allow a footslaves head out but big enough to allow My foot in.

The door of the cage opened before him.

"Crawl into your cage footslave."

On all fours he awkwardly entered the daunting cramped space, then without warning the steel door shut behind him making a loud clang with Me securing the bolt to keep My slave captive. he knelt inside the cage feeling so vulnerable but yet so excited, his cock was still hard and his chained hands could not reach his swollen cock to allow any pleasure, not that he would be allowed to touch his cock even if he wanted to, that wasn't his choice to make, he was a humble footslave and I  made all his decisions for him now.

I sat on the side on the cage with My legs dangling over the side, My heels were close to him but outside of his reach, tongue access hampered by the iron bars, all the same he knelt there with his tongue extended and available as the willing footslave he had become.

Then I sat on top of the cage, for the first time he couldn't see Me or My feet, and he felt, alone and degraded to be kneeling naked in a cage in a dark room, with his mind and his cock being teased by a powerful woman and My bare feet that ultimately controlled him. From above his head I began to speak,

"Whats my little footslave waiting for? Are you waiting for My feet slave!"

"Oh Yes most sacred Goddess Please allow this worthless slave to see Your divine beautiful feet."

"Beg foot slave, beg for the privilege of looking at My feet. I know that's all you want, you can function without thinking and yearning for My adorable feet!"

"Oh yes Most sacred Goddess, this humble slave  begs Your divine Majesty, please allow him to look at Your sacred feet, p-l-e-a-s-e , supreme Goddess and sacred Queen."

Then from above My dainty foot slid throw the narrow hole above his head and I gently placed My bare foot in his shackled hands, My sole resting in his palms, he quivered at the sight of My golden toes.

"You may hold My feet for Me slave, you may look at them and you may beg for them but you will not be allowed to kiss or lick them until I allow you -- is that understood footslave."

"Yes most sacred Goddess, thank You Your divine Majesty, thank You for the honor of letting this unworthy slave to hold Your sacred feet and for allowing your pathetic footslave to look at Your feet."

He held the ultimate object of his desire in his palm, like a fragile priceless ornament that had to be handled so gently and compassionately. There he was stripped naked, collared and cuffed, on his knees, locked inside a cage, captivated over the beautiful foot resting in his hands, he had no dignity or esteem left, they had been stripped away and had been replaced by humility and servitude for the divine foot.

It was an unbearable tease to feel My soft soles in his hands, and with My foot placed so close to his face due to the short chains connecting his slave collar to his wrists, it was hard to restrain him  from worshipping those perfect toes with his willing tongue. After what seemed like hours of studying and appreciating every intricate detail of My feet, without warning I retracted My slender foot back out through the hole brushing My tantalizing toes purposely against his cheek as they left the cage.

I got down from My position above the slave cage and with leash in hand I tugged it hard, bringing his face to rest between two cold steel bars, his tongue still out at My command.

"Kiss My soles slave."

He pouted his lips as I raised My left foot to his face and he passionately planted one single kiss in the centre of My foot, his nose gentling grazing against My arch. Then My right foot was offered to him, again his lips met My soft bare sole. This was obviously his reward for restraining himself for so long in the cage. Although he was so appreciative of the kisses he was granted, his cock yearned to be granted a greater reward.

I unlocked the cage and with My grasp of his leash pulled him out, shuffling on his knees he fell to the floor, just by My feet.

"Good slave, just where I want you, now you may lick the soles of My feet as I walk over to My throne footslave."

"Yes most sacred Goddess thank You Tour divine Majesty."

he immediately began his foot cleaning duties at My command, slowly licking each sole from the tip of My big toe, along My soft sole and instep and finishing on My heel. As I took My bare foot from his tongue he swallowed hard and gulped down any dirt and dust that had accumulated on his tongue, knowing that when I took another step even more dirt and grime would stick to My wet soles that had just been smothered in his saliva. When I reached the throne I sat down, crossing My legs seductively so that My golden toenails rested themselves inches from his mouth, he had still to suck on My beautiful toes, he wanted them so badly, and I knew it.

"You've licked My soles clean slave but what about My pretty little toes, does My little foot slave want to lick and suck My divine toes? Oh I bet you do. T-o-e-s, hmmm the very word gets you exited, what a pathetic little foot slave you are!"

I flexed My foot and spread My toes before his drooling mouth, teasing him with My perfectly painted golden toenails. Kneeling in an upright position before Me giving the full attention I deserve, awaiting permission to worship My toes and worship My feet all over. his heart was pounding in anticipation, his cock was aching from the sustained upright and unfulfilled position it had been in since the second he had walked through the slave quarters door and had been peeled of his clothes and peeled of his dignity. It felt both exhilarating and yet so cruel, his mind tried to process all the feelings but hismind was elsewhere, focused on five beautiful golden toes.

"Oh please sacred Goddess and divine Queen, please allow your pathetic foot slave to worship Your feet,  Your divine Majesty please, this unworthy slave  begs You, please most sacred Goddess please."

Every begging word from his mouth was filled with real heart felt yearning, he was so powerless in front of Me, he felt so weak before Me with his arms strapped and bound to his collared neck and leashed as a miserable naked slave.

"Tongue out then foot slave, your Goddess is going to give you a treat, I am going to allow you to worship My toes, I know how much you want to lick and suck on each toe!!"

With that I placed My big toe on his tongue, the sensation was phenomenal, My soft pedicured toe rested on his tongue as he lapped and sucked it with true feverish passion, he sucked My toes slowly, treating them so reverently, with his lips tingling as each toe came in and out of his mouth. he obediently licked My feet and sucked My toes for what seemed like hours, so humbled with what he was being placed in his mouth -- a divine feet of a living Goddess.

Every so often I would casually withdraw My toes from his mouth and swirl My foot teasingly around his face, placing My wet saliva covered toes on the top of his forehead and then slowly rubbing them down his face, over his eyes and then his nose until they resumed position on his wanton tongue.

"So slave is your adoration  being satisfied or does it involve you pathetically masturbating to My feet?, oh yeah I think that little cock of yours wants to cum, I think you want to cum so bad, don't you slave?"

It was unbearable to have his throbbing cock erect and oozing precum, with his balls tight and ready to explode and physically be restrained from touching them with his wrists chained to his slave collar.

"Please most sacred Goddess please I beg Your divine Majesty, I beg You to allow this humble slave to touch himself and cum to Your beautiful feet, please allow Your pathetic foot slave to masturbate in Your splendid presence"

"Well, foot slave,  touch yourself."

I was teasing him, his arms were still bound with chains attached to his slave collar, he squirmed, pathetically stooping his neck and stretching his hands down as low as they could go but it was no use he couldn't reach his swollen tormented cock. I glanced down at him scornfully,

"Slave if you're not going to cum to My feet I will have to punish you, and since you are My foot slave, I'm going to punish you with My f-e-e-t".

"Oh please most sacred Goddess, please allow this worthless slave to touch his pathetic cock in Your presence, please take off these cuffs and allow me to ejaculate all over Your beautiful toes, please Divine Queen, sacred Goddess, please."

"Silence foot slave, did I give you permission to beg, did I foot slave?"

"No most sacred Goddess, sorry divine Queen". With that i pulled his Slave collar back dragging him to the floor, he lay flat on his back awaiting My next whim. Sitting back into My regal throne I placed My soles above his face, on a red cushion. His cock was numb and his balls tightened with arousal as My feet padded above him his only vision. Without care or concern for him I took out some scroles and began to read for what must have been hours.

Eventually I stood up leash in hand and removed the cushion.

"Foot slave its getting late and Goddess is getting tired, I will be retiring to bed and your job will be to kneel at the foot of My bed and massage My feet while I also expect you to keep My feet cool  with your breath for the entire night, is that understood foot slave."

"Yes most sacred Goddess, thank you Your divine Majesty."

"Good slave and if you do a good job, who knows maybe tomorrow might be the day that I will let you c-u-m."

With that i kicked his balls and ran My lavishly painted golden toes over his ever throbbing erect cock.

"You would like that wouldn't you foot slave."

"Oh yes most sacred Goddess, thank you Your divine Majesty."

"Well we'll just have to see, won't we foot slave."

I made him crawl on his knees over to the foot of My huge bed, the bed had a large headboard but no foot board to accommodate his divine owner's foot worship. The bed was dressed with sumptuous gold coloured  sheets that he knew he would not have the privilege of sleeping on, his bed was the floor, as for sleep he would have to do without, I had given him an order and he had to fulfill it, he was My foot slave and My feet were his job to pamper, worship and adore. Anyway he could do without sleep with the thought of cumming all over My beautiful toes tomorrow provided he did a good job during the night, or was that just an empty promise, a further foot tease.

With his leash securely attached to a metal hoop welded to the floor at the foot of the bed I slipped under the sheets and glided My soles gracefully down towards him. Ensuring his hands were dry and clean so as not to make Me displeased he immediately began to massage My toes, they felt so wonderful, soft and supple, his attention and gaze were once more fixated by My delectable feet. Only for his full concentration of blowing his every cool breath on to My supple soles, he would thought about worshiping those divine feet in his hands, puckering his lips and giving those toes soft kisses in homage, or extending his wanton tongue for a lustful lick along My soles, but he knew better, if he disobeyed it would be along time before he would receive any pleasure from his adored Goddess, he was there to serve and nothing else, If I chose to pleasure him would be on My terms at My time, he  couldn't jeopardize that.

When morning came his fingers and thumbs were sore from the constant stoking and massaging but his eyes were still fixated, until they moved from My grasp and I stepped out of the bed. I walked slowly behind and grabbed his hair, pulling his head back, with his chained hands resting on his chest.

"Good morning foot slave, you did a good job massaging My feet and you kept My toes cool all night with your mouth. I'm glad I didn't feel any kisses or licks at My feet because if  I had then you have been denied pleasure for a long long time foot slave, and I don't think your little cock could take that."

I then proceeded to bend over him and place My perfectly manicured index finger on the floor just in front of his cock, I slowly ran My finger across a few inches of the floor and then while removing it from the floor purposefully graced his aching balls with it.

"I just needed to check that you didn't cum while I was sleeping foot slave. And you passed the test."

I untied his leash from the metal hoop in the floor, and with leash in hand and him on all fours pathetically following behind Me, I walked slowly over to My throne stopping with every step to place each sole on his face, placing My foot with the base of My toes nuzzled into his nose, pausing in his stride to allow Myself hear his slavish sniff.

"slave, you love sniffing My feet don't you foot slave."

"Oh yes most sacred Goddess thank You so much Your divine Majesty."

When we reached the throne I sat down and with him kneeling at My feet I casually placed My right foot on his forehead, I left it there for a moment, the golden toenails resting on his flushed face. Then I crouched over and unclasped the ankle bracelet.
" Now I am going to let you cum, what a lucky foot slave you are!"

With that I released his wrists from their restrictive position, at first they were slightly limp from being held in the same pose for so long. He left them trailing by his side awaiting the order, awaiting the permission that he craved.

I  gently raised My foot and stoking the underside of his balls with My toes, uttered the words

"Touch yourself foot slave, touch yourself to My feet."

He grabbed his throbbing cock and pulled it repeatedly faster then ever before, he had been teased for hours and hours on end, he couldn't wait any longer. he couldn't believe to ecstasy he felt in his loins, his balls feeling like they were going to explode the very second he took residency on his knees in front of My supreme feet, finally they were about to experience ecstasy. He had been pulling himself for just under a minute when I withdrew My foot from his balls.

"S-t-o-p, hands behind your back, you didn't think it was going to be that easy did you foot slave, I want you to stick your tongue out."

He was perplexed, his emotions were fraught, precum oozed from the top of his cock, he just needed a few more pleasurable strokes, he was seconds away from orgasm, and I knew it, I had taken him back from the brink of gratification just to prolong it that little bit longer, all for My enjoyment.

He did as I told him, still wriggling from the physical denial of his long awaited orgasm, humbly prostrated on his knees at My feet, pulsating cock standing to attention, hands trembling with anticipation to be allowed one more pleasurable stroke. He stuck histongue out for Me, wanting My feet more then ever.

"I know you want to cum soooo bad, don't you foot slave."

"Oh yes mostsacred Goddessplease, please allow this worthless slave to come to Your sacred feet."

I looked down at My teased and tormented foot slave, I raised My foot over his head, circled it above him and slowly dropped it, placing My delicate toes on his wanton tongue.

"You may cum foot slave."               

          

Goddess Yanara's diary - 15 -

This morning I walked in the garden to enjoy the splendor of the fluttering butterflies and plants and to smell the delicious perfumes of the innumerable flowers. Four of My favourite slaves followed Me on all fours, waiting for My commands. In the shadow of tent,  I stopped to take in at the glance the landscape and the rivier Nyle nearby.
They surrouded Me and began to respectfully kiss the floor under My sacred feet.
One of them asked permission to speak: "Most Sacred Goddess, this unworthy slave asks permisssion to speak."  "you may slave" I replied.
"Most Sacred Goddess and Divine Queen, this humble slave has an idea to show our respect in an original way to worship Your Divine Majesty, here and now."
"Interesting slave, what did you have in mind?"
"This unworthy slave is dazzled by Your white dress, covering Your Majesty's Divine body. How lucky to touch your sacred skin! It should be an honour to us, Your Divine Majesty's slaves, to glorify this sacred garment."
"Yes  slaves,  where are you waiting for! do it!"  I said.

They bowed down deeply and started to kiss the hem of My dress, singing the mantra.

well, sometimes  slaves have original ideas.....I will speak the priests later today

Goddess Yanara' diary - 14 -

The lives of court slaves serving Me are tightly controlled. Often laxity is illegal.
Slaves’ days are strictly regulated; governed by protocols specifying words slaves may speak and required posture. My slaves know how they are to comport themselves. Obedience leaves them no need to try to think. Thinking is not for My servants.
My priestesses and concubies normally punish My slaves. Occasionally I discipline errant slaves Myself.
Today a floor slave was running an errand for his Goddess Owner. The law demands the slave keep his head inclined and his eyes focused on the path before him. Eye contact – even with other women – is forbidden.
A concubine caught him looking at her. She grabbed his leash and pulled him to the dungeon.
The two priestesses Disciplinarians will administer the mandated sanctions. They will take turns punishing the wicked slave man. They will beat his body with whip, and cane. Then using a tawse his genitals will be whipped.
Once returned to his duty punishment will continue. He has shamed Me. His misbehavior reflects badly on his training.
For at least a week My whip and other dungeon implements will teach him the price of breaking protocol.

Goddess Yanara's diary -13-

This very morning I ordered the priestesses to bring the slave I bought a few months ago. They told Me he was making fast progression in his training and ready for a worship session.

The slave prostrated before Me, his Divine Owner. With his hands open, palms facing front he looked directly to My eyes. He recited prayers to Me, sang hymns to Me. I am his Goddess and this is a time of worship.

Awake in peace, Lady of Joy,

Awake in peace, rise in beauty.

Awake in peace, Lady of Life,

Awake in peace, rise in beauty.

Beautiful in Heaven, awake!

All praise to You, Holy Goddess.

When You rise in heaven,

A cry of joy reaches up to You

From the hearts of all people.

O Beautiful Being!

Beautiful is Your awakening.

In every place,

Every heart swells with joy

At Your rising forever.

Beautiful is your awakening,

Beautiful is your awakening,

Lady Yanara!

Humility, awe, worship, love all fill the slave’s heart. That he is merely male, inferior to Me, a living Goddess, he accepts with the peacefulness unique to a man who knows his place. That so glorious a woman accepts his adoration and service root of his happiness.
He is My slave; he aspires to be nothing else because such is beyond his imagination.
I regarded this slave with serene condescension.  I accepted his unqualified admiration as just.
This new slave is an exceptionally pure and perfect instance of the ideal. In Mydistant way, I am happy to own him.
Not that I was mindful of his words of worship. Nevertheless, the clear adoration in his eyes feeded Me with something I need almost as badly as air.

I know this slave is ready now to serve Me inside the walls of My palace.

Game of Thrones

There were no world-shaking events these days, so time to show Me on a throne in Second Life and another pic where I found My inspiration.

Worshipped by Her slaves

Goddess Yanara in Second Life

Goddess Yanara's diary - 12 -

Ahmose came in; one of My concubines held his penis in her hand, leading him this way towards My throne. They stopped before the huge curtain dividing the throne room in two parts. I could vaguely see them both through the curtain: My concubine waiting for new orders, and ahmose standing behind her, naked, his head deeply bowed, and his hands on his back. The slave was aroused by the soft touch of the concubine's hand around his cock.
At My command the curtain was opened, and I ordered the slave to look at Me.

I was sitting in My Isis-throne wearing a sheer white skirt and golden sandals.One of My erotic slaves was kneeling at My left; he covered My two breasts with kisses and licked and sucked My hard nipples. Another erotic slave was on his knees at My right, kissing My lap throughout the filmy fabric of the dress. Both My feet were resting upon the back of a lower footslave, and a third erotic slave kissed and licked My divine feet in complete adoration. Two fan slaves, kneeling behind Me,  waved their large peacock fans and two other slaves swinged incent burners filling the air in the throne room with exquisite perfumes. Six priests and six priestesses were prostrating before the throne, worshipping Me quietly.

Slave ahmose was still standing in front of Me, staring at the scene before him. I wanted to seduce him as much as possible. On My command, two more concubines, both armed with soft peacock feathers, knelt at ashmose's feet. The girl holding his penis, began to stroke it softly, while the two others caressed his testicles and inner thighs with their feathers. ahmose moaned softly, his body was shaking, with a huge erection, staring sheepisly at Me, in utterly submission.

"Well slave, do you want to say something?" I asked.
"Please, most Sacred Goddess, Your unworthy slave begs Your Divine Majesty, allow this humble slave to prostrate before Your Majesty and to worship You."
"Very well, slave, get down on the floor and come closer in adoration."
ahmose crawled forward on his stomach, kissing each floortile, and prostrated under My feet.
"slave, there is an important man waiting for an audience, kneel at My left side to take over the duty of my erotic slave .

ahmose bowed deeply and knelt at My left, and began to kiss My breast, hesitating at first, but soon eagerly licking and kissing My nipple.....realising he was comitting a sweet crime.

Goddess Yanara's diary - 11 -

I will imitate this pic in Second Life

Do you remember that I bought a new slave about three months ago???

Well, I was very busy because  I had to decorate My new palace . The most important rooms are ready at this very moment.Today, I was relaxing in the garden and suddenly I remembered that new slave.

I beckoned a priestess and ordered her to find the new slave and bring him to the palace." Ask his teachers how he is doing on training."

After an hour she came back with the slave  at her leash. "May this unworthy slave approach to Your Divine Majesty?" she asked from a distance."'Come closer" I replied. The priestess came nearer with the slave crawling on his belly,  reciting the mantra. She fell on her knees before Me and ordered the slave to keep silence. He was still wearing his leather collar, and I saw 3 purple welts on his back.

"And???" 

"Most Sacred Goddess, this slave is ready to serve Your Devine Majesty as a floor slave."

"Very well, in 2 weeks we will collar him, prepare a collaring ceremony on ......Tuesday , in 2 weeks   indeed. He will serve Me as a floor slave because I will train him personaly to become My foot slave. Bring him back and prepare him for his new task!"

Goddess Yanara's diary - 10 -

a slave's confession

I had a new experience today. This morning one of My favourite slaves, prileni, asked permission to speak.

"Most Sacred Goddess, Divine Queen, is it allowed to speak?"
"Down on the floor, slave , and say what you have to say!"  I replied.

"Most Sacred Goddess, this humble slave loves Your Devine Majesty......"

One of My concubines whispered: "slave, how dare you, it is blasphemy!  Shall i punish this impertinent slave, Your Devine Majesty?"

"Not at all, I have something better in My mind" and I ordered prileni to wait outside the room.

I explained My pervert idea and this is what happened a few minutes later.....

My concubine left the room with a big smile on her face and seconds later she came back, crawling on her knees, holding prileni's cock in her left hand. The slave himself follwed her on his knees, his head deeply bowed, glorifying Me loudly.

"Stop" I shouted, "slave, you can do better. you have to bow deeper! "
My concubine pulled him down by his hair. "And now down on your stomatch and kiss the floor !"

prileni prostrated before Me and kissed the floor under My devine feet.

"Worship My feet   slave!" I commanded. Immediately the slave kissed and licked both My feet.

"Well slave, from now on, you will be led by your cock, and because you didnt bow properly, you will carry a yoke to learn."

he that will not will be councelled cannot be helped.

Goddess Yanara's diary - 9 -

This afternoon a priestess came to the palace to introduce the new slave.
What did he learn so far?

1. How to approach the Supreme Goddess?
Physical groveling is crawling as low as possible in the dirt at the feet of the Goddess, the slave’s all-powerful Owner. The new slave is already familiar with the levels of bowing. The mildest is the lowering of eyes and sometimes the neck bending forward (“Don’t make eye contact”).  Then the slight bow at the waist, the deep bow, then kneeling on one knee (in presence of other superior women: priestesses and concubines), then both, then crawling on all fours, and finally the kow-tow, with the face against the floor at or lower than the Goddess’s feet.
This point is where genuine groveling begins. A slave will press its entire body to the floor (or the dirt) and approach the Goddess like a worm. licking the edges of Her sandal-soles until or unless She lifts a foot to signal that Her slave is to lick the crud from the bottom of Her soles. The symbolism is obvious.

2. Save is not allowed to speak, unless ordered.
The verbal component of groveling is more complex, although it depends initially on permission, direct or implied, that the slave is allowed to speak to the Goddess at all. When he is allowed to speak of himself in the third person, and use roundabout constructions like “Would it please to allow Her Divine Majesty's slave to fetch Her flogger?” (the term “fetch” implying a dog-like status for the slave).
If this is to elaborate for Goddess Yanara's taste, She may direct otherwise; naturally, Her wish is law and must be obeyed without question.

3. Does het slave have a name?
Most of times   Goddess Yanara calls Her slave just “slave” . It happens that She calls him “worm” Again, the choice is for Goddess Yanara to make and Her slave to obey.

I was deeply impressed by his devotion and submission. He may continue the training !

Goddess Yanara's diary - 8 -

I cultivate worship through kindliness and humiliating protocol. Whatever the style I use, they inculcate humility and obedience.
I Always use humiliation to keep My slaves mindful of their inferior status. A rigid protocol controls how they stand, kneel, walk, speak. Individuality is unwanted.
All slave men kiss and lick the ground under My feet. Sometimes they are allowed to kiss and lick My shoes  and even the hem of My gown.
Each session reminds the male slaves of their lowliness, inferior status.

My new slave (the one I bought a few days ago in Alexandria) is trained by two priestesses. After one week of intensive training he learned how to move. As a lower slave he will be leashed by a woman, and he will follow her walking three steps behind her at the rigth side. Insde the palace he will crawl on all fours, and in My presence he has to grovel on his stomach.
I think he is ready to worship Me in My palace to show his devotion. If I am satisfied, he will continue the training to become a courtier.

Yes, I will see him tomorrow.

Goddess Yanara's diary - 7 -

a quiet day.
This morning I went to the royal stables. One of the slaves won prize 68 yesterday: living 16 days between the horses.
he was alredy saddles and waiting for Me. We made a long trip, I was satisfied and My horse was pleased to meet My whip, several times.

Goddess Yanara's diary - 6 -

Hawking

The annual play hide -and-seek. Three days fun for the entire Court. During three days slaves have too hide themselves and Me, My maidens and priestesses do our very best to find them, using Hawks trained to locate humans.
This year 72 court-slaves participated. (I need the other 72 to serve Me)
The game  is simple: the slave who is found first, scores 1 point, and he who is found as the last one scores 72 points. We play 3 times the same game, in 3 days.
At the end of the third day, points are added up and an arrangment is made out.
This evening Me and My female courtiers and the slaves celebrated the result of the hawking during a banquet and - as a matter of fact - the presentation of the prizes. (or a kind of punishment for some). There is a surprise for every slave!
This year the last slave received a fantastic prize: he will serve 144 days, dressed in women' clothes. The first slave wins  a boat trip on the Nyle, for 1 week, and he will be served like a king!
No wonder that all My slaves are looking forwark to the next hawking.

Goddess Yanara's diary -5-

The day after....

After the trip on the Nile I slept it off till the afternoon.

Today I decided to visit the new slave I  recently bought.
He had already mastered the slave positions, and he was able to recite the well known mantra in egyptian and Greek language;

"Most Sacred Goddess,
this unworthy slave worships You,
Devine Queen of Egypt,
this unworthy slave glorifies You,
Your Devine Majestyn
this lower slave obeys You."

He was led before Me, crowling on his stomach, and the priestess-coach commanded to greet Me in the two languages. he did it without any hitch. In appreciation of his good behaviour I did him a favour and he was allowed to kiss the floor under My feet.

I returned to the palace to take a nap and prepare the next day: we go hawking!

Goddess Yanara's diary -4-

Today it is girls day!

I planned a trip on the Nyle river; just Me andMy lovely concubines.
The Royal vessel was our home during one long day!

Our activities?
Dolce far niente, being lazy, fishing, swimming; romping in the water,  drinking, resting.....

And at the end a refreshing bath, a massage and a delicious meal.

Oooh and when the evening glow pushed aside the blue sky, we enjoyed ourselves during a real girls orgie. My vessel was a love boat this evening....

Goddess Yanara's diary -3-

The young slave , I bought yesterday, is now accomodated in the slave training centre outside the palace. I cannot wait to see him groveling under feet, kissing and licking the floor I walk upon.

Goddess Yanara in Second Life

As I wrote yesterday, this very morning was boring. I was worshipped by the priesthood of Isis. I was dressed in my golden Isis-outfit with the well known Isi-crown, and the fan slaves had a lot of work to bring coolness in the temple.

After a light meal and the daily after lunch nap I was bathed, parfumed, and dressed in a see through gown. I retired with eight concubines in a private room, from which I had a splendid view on the garden and the Nyle river. On My command slave david was led into the room by another concubine. Since I bear the title of Most Sacred Goddess, head of the Yanara cult, every mortal has to crawl on his stomach in My presence, and kiss the floor under My feet.
The girl with the leash ordered: "Greet your Goddes slave!"
david prostrated immediatly : "Most Sacred Goddess, this unworthy slave worships You, Divine Queen of Egypt, this humble slave glorifies You, Your Divine Majesty, this lower slave obeys You."

"Stand, slave!"  replied Goddess Yanara.
david rised and stood before the deity, staring to the floor. Goddess Yanara ordered the concubines to start the 'performance'. Two ladies began to caress davids genitals and another was licking the inner side of both thighs. A few minutes later one girl took david's cock in her hand and stroked the shaft. Goddess Yanara said: "slave, lift your head and look at Me." david gazed at the Supreme Goddess, laying in purple silk cushions, and his erection became even bigger when he saw the rose flesh of the Divine body through the cheer gown. Two ladies were kissing her feet and legs in adoration.
david was not allowed to speak, and he tried t okeep his emotions under control, but soon threads of  precum were visible on the concubines hand. To carry to extremes david's passion Goddess Yanara fixed the terrible clamps at the slave's nipple rings, providing a mixture of pain and lust. After minutes, She commanded: "slave, on your knees, and masturbate before us!"

So, it was a successful day after all
See you tomorrow!

Goddess Yanara's diary -2-

The weather is fine today and I decided to visit the slave market in Alexandria. Men and women from the most exotic places on earth are sold by auction in public. I was bathed, perfumed and dressed and after breakfast I was carried in my golden sedan chair to the market place. 12 strong slaves moved forward on their knees, and many others followed with huge purple fans  and insence burners.
Musicians and dancers, priests and priestesses, maidens and slaves accompanied the Deity between two rows of soldiers. Priests yelled: "on your faces, Our Most Sacred Goddess, the Divine Queen Yanara,  on your faces!" Two favourite slaves crawled on all fours next to the sedan chair, both completely naked, in chains,and fettered at the litter by a golden chain attached at their cock ring.
12 young male slaves , dressed in tiny white loin clothes followed the sedan chair on all fours  kissing the marble street tiles.
Most remarkable were two naked slaves, creeping just before the sedan chair,  led by priestesses at chains fixed at their nose ring. The priestesses flogged them all the way long, whyle the slaves worshipped and glorified Goddess Yanara: "Most Sacred Goddess and Divine Queen, these unworthy slaves thank Your Divine Majesty, happy to suffer for Your glory and pleasure!"
The soldiers and priests spied around to discover villains who didn't prostrate. But nobody looked up, because they knew what kind of punishment should follow.
They reached the slave market and Goddess Yanara ordered to stop. One of the auction slaves engaged the attention of the Deity. She sent two maidens to the slave, who was prostrating on the ground, he didnt ave the faintest notion what happened, because he was a stranger. The two girls whispered: "slave, just do what we say, without fear. You are safe." They undressed, collared and  blind folded him, put a gag in his mouth,. He followed the girls at their leashes, crawling on his stomach. Goddess Yanara was sitting astride in the cushions, Her legs resting on the back of one of her favourites (david), and the other one (prileni) licked and kissed Her Feet. The slave was ordered to raise on his knees. Goddess Yanara licked her upper lip and smiled. She beckonned  a priestess: Go to his owner and pay the asking price, this slave will be a welcome addition to the Court."

Tomorrow morning will be boring! There is a worship ceremony by the priests of Isis. In the afternoon however, i have something hot in my mind!

Goddess Yanara's diary -1-

Alexandria, Egypt

Believe or not, but today it is raining.

Nevertheless I decided to go out for a walk in the garden.
Four lower slaves crawled on their knees, holding up a canopy above Me.
prileni, one of My favourite slaves, carried Me in a travelling throne on his back, and david, another favourite, followed us, led by Myself at his penis ring.
What a heavenly feeling to see the flowers and trees, flourishing in the rain!

This evening I will stay inside the palace. I invited a Greek singer who will recite the fall of Troy. Great!!

Totmorrow I will visit the slave market in town.

A modern story.....by taita

the motorcade sped into the elite part of Manhatten, stopplng outside a towering high rise apartment block.  ATTENDENTS RUSHED TO OPEN THE DOOR OF THE ROLLS ROYCE. A woman emerged wearing a long fur coat and matching hat.. long high heeled black boots  long nailed ringed adorned hands ..a mesh covering her eyes,   She was ushered to a private lift, which she rode to the top., entering into the opulent splendor of her N.Y palace, slaves crawled on all four to kiss the boots of the goddess YANARA ..... she had come to see how her cult was spreading across America.   a  rugged faced man entered the room dressed in  Amarni suit which showed off the wide shoulders and muscular chest, she put a black and gold cigarette ln a golden holder waiting for him to light it,  She motioned him to the window looking down on the mass of humanity.. soon these arrogant people will  crawl in the dust   and all their wealth paid in tribute to me at my temples and shrines  How much is enough he asked, she turned to hlm  a long nail brushing his cheek..... one can never have enough...she replied.   her heady scent mixed with cigarette smoke assailed his senses. She crossed to a sofa  crossing her legs  revealing her thigh length boots IS EVERY THING IN PLACE    ..... YES HE REPLIED.    An  exhibition of a vast collection of Egyptian treasure was on view at a museum in the city   crowns thrones statues and jewelry, Tonight TAITA would steal it for her,     TOMORROW lt would be in her palace at Alexandria,,, She rose...... my private jet leaves in 3 hours.......smiling she walked to her bed chamber

Human sacrifice (a ceremony by David)

Condemned to eternal captivity i lie spread-eagled chained to the stakes awaiting my fate as the human sacrifice to the Supreme Goddess Yanara. She is the ruler over my destiny, and i am always subject to Her judgement unconditionally.

 

My Deeply Revered Goddess has brought my life and my destiny completely into Her hands; the sight of the Godhead’s luxurious body always incites in me the burning desire to touch the insides of Her divine silky thighs with my lips - not only as far as Her mid-thighs, but further up supplicating to be used as a pleasure- and lick-slave serving in the Holy Shrine of Her Feminine Godhead. To be allowed to attend Her in this manner would be the ultimate consummation of my enslavement.

 Of course, i am fully aware that such thoughts go far beyond what is permissible for a lowly bonded slave, and that i would be strictly and severely punished for this transgression and be compelled to do rigorous penance, if and when my secret yearnings should become known.

 These reveries are abruptly ended, as the High Priestess appears on the scene; She clips a leash to the ring on my virility and lets one of her heels sink into my nipple, before She sets the sole on to my mouth for me to venerate as a symbol of my captivity. “Kiss the sole and lick the heel”, She commands and pulls at the leash, “I want to feel your unstinted devotion!”

 Of course, the overpowering sensations the penis-ring is sending through my body render me completely helpless and make me docile and pliable; and i exert all efforts to conform with Her demand.

 “Most Sacred Goddess Yanara has decreed for you to appear in Her Divine Presence to be interrogated and chastised as She might deem indicated”, the High Priestess continues, unchains me from the stakes, blindfolds me and orders me to crawl after Her. She leads me into the palace and then up the stairs towards the Throne Room; to spur me forward She yanks the leash from time to time and quips: “This is like leading a bull by the nose!” She leads me trough the Blue Hall, where eight more priestesses are waiting. They form a circle around me; 2 priestesses clip a leash to my wrist cuffs, 2 other priestesses to my ankle cuffs,  and 2 to my collar. Now i am led by 7 women at 7 golden chains. The 2 remaining priestesses follow me and they whip me during our progress into the throne room. Just before entering the High Priestess orders me to grovel on my stomach and to kiss the floor constantly. Every 3 steps she stops to allow me to chant the well known matra:

"Most Sacred Goddess, this humble slave worships You, Devine Queen, this worthless slave glorifies You, Devine Majesty, this lowly slave obeys You."

In the Throne Room two sturdy pillars are positioned side by side as punishing posts and the rear part is concealed by a curtain.

 First, the Priestesses chain my wrists to the posts hoisting me up with my feet dangling above the ground, then they fasten a pair of heavy nipple clamps into place reducing me to utter humility.

Next, the curtain opens, and the High Priestess removes the blindfold. My eyes are blinded by the vision of the Supreme Goddess seated on Her magnificent elevated Throne clad in a long white robe with a long slit that reveals one of Her Superb Divine legs and lures my eyes like a magnet and stirs up my wildest fantasies.

 “slave, you are under suspicion of harbouring unchaste and sacrilegious thoughts about Goddess Yanara,” announces the High Priestess, “this may well be considered a capital offense. you will be interrogated under torture to establish the extent of your misdemeanor. To demonstrate the seriousness of the matter to you, my cane will warm You up. If you should choose to be stubborn, repeated punishments involving increasing levels of pain will follow inevitably.” Then Her first blows hit my buttocks – pain seizes me and Goddess’s robe turns black.

 True to Her word, the Priestess applies about a dozen more strokes breaking the skin sending the heat through my body.

 Then the Goddess orders from aloft: “make him languish under his Goddess’s yoke and drive him into agony and unconditional submission under your whip.”

 The next act is harsh and deliberate; the High Priestess hits each of my testicles with the cane sending a nauseating wave of pain rippling through my shackled body, making me cry out in anguish.

 “Silence!” the Goddess is hissing from above, “Curb your cries and screams, or your suffering will be even more prolonged. Now, proceed!”

 The High Priestess raises Her bull-whip and sends a barrage of blows to my back making me arch and twist in my chains and brings on even deeper humiliation and agonizing torture. After a very brief respite the bull-whip again is applied rigorously making me groan under the torment.

“your silence is betraying your guilt slave”, the High Priestess is challenging, draws a long dagger and points it to my throat. “your life is forfeited to the Goddess anyway, and I will not hesitate to sacrifice you this very instant, if you continue to refuse to confess your sins and thus gain the chance for a reprieve, however temporary that might be. What dreams are You harbouring, when You are allowed to behold your Supreme Goddess?”

 Compelled by the extremely painful torture and the imminent threat to my life, i am forced to admit to my desires – that i fancy worshipping the silky skin of Goddess’s calves and thighs all the way up to Her Holiest Sanctuary, being used as Her lick-slave, who zealously succumbs to his addiction to the scent of the Godhead.

 Supreme Goddess Yanara gasps audibly in surprise and signals to the High Priestess, who immediately raises the whip and resumes the harsh and remorseless torture gripping me again in the vice of pain; each blow is engulfing me in waves of agony and suffering until my senses begin to wane and i lose consciousness.

 When i come to again i am kowtowing chained to the kneel cross, that is placed on the floor before the steps that lead up to Goddess’s elevated Throne. Just a moment before the High Priestess places Her shoe on to my neck and forces my face into the dust, i notice that Goddess robe has turned silver now.

 Awaiting the Godhead’s judgement over my fate chained in front of Her Throne is a powerful manifestation of my vulnerability and utter dependence on Supreme Goddess Yanara’s Presence, Will and Pleasure.

 “slave, the nature of your offense obviously is recurrent, so your consciousness of this kind of misdemeanor needs to be intensified and your slavish desires call for harsh castigations. The Ritual Cult I am demanding as your Goddess for the Worship of My Exalted Deity shall be accompanied by recurring floggings also, so that you will become addicted to pain; you will permanently yearn to suffer under My or My Priestess’s whip, whenever you feel My Divine Presence.

 In addition, the Priestess will very subtly play with your desires and let the erotic spell and enchantment of Her legs chastise and torture you with your addiction as interludes between the whippings.

If you strive to comply with these exigencies and to satisfy my expectations of subservience and submission unreservedly you may hope to see the colour of My robe turn golden as a sign of my Divine Contentment und to be graced with My shoe on Your neck, when you will be kneeling here again.”