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