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.”