The new palace

My friend Equen is building a brandnew palace in Second Life. You see him on the picture with his inseperable torch.
He is creating the different elements like walls, corners, doors, seilings, floors, pillars....in a program called Blender. Every detail is historical correct. Hope to meet you all when the building is complete. In good Egyptian way we will organize a real orgy!

Promotion

Most Sacred Goddess, thank You for the name xenos. This lower slave is honoured, though it doesn't deserve it. This time i send Your Divine Majesty a story of an older slave, a floorslave, who becomes Your personal 'odour' slave! Most Sacred Goddess; this unworthy slave reads Your comments on its knees, naked, obeying Your Sacred Words. i also copied one of the pics in Your blog, and mirrored it.

One of the older floorslaves was strolling in the gardens. He was off duty and as a member of the Court he was allowed to visit the public gardens around the palace. Goddess Yanara had her own private garden, but sometimes She came here to enjoy the huge palmtrees and the ponds, covered with waterlilies, and of course the splendor of exotic flowers. As usual the Goddess was accompanied by courtiers: two concubines, slaves of all ranks and priestesses. One of the priestesses annouced the arrival of the Deity . So eventual visitors had the opportunity to lay down on the ground in adoration.
She noticed the floorslave: "hey  you there, down and worship the ground touched by Her Divine Majesty!"
The slave prostrated immediately without hesitation and at the same time a cloud of perfume tingled his nasal organ. Goddess Yanara saw the older man laying down and kissing the ground. He engaged Her attention for some reason.
"Good morning slave, it makes Me happy to see you visiting this beautiful garden."
The poor man, completely surprised, didn't dare to answer.
Goddess Yanara ordered one of the concubines: "Bring him here!" The girl attached the slave collar to her leash and whispered in his ear "remove your tunic and follow me in adoration." Naked and crawling on his stomach, and reciting the mantra he followed her.
"Show you face slave, look at Me." Goddess Yanara said when he was laying in front of Her.
The floorslave lifted his had and looked up, without making eye contact.
The Goddess said: "no slave, raise on your knees, I want to talk with you."
"Yes Most Sacred Goddess, thank You  Divine Queen." he stammered.
"So, do you have a name?"
"This wortless slave is named baskenatur, Most Sacred Goddess."
"you are a lower slave  I see. A floor slave! Because you are so devoted, I give you another function. From now you will serve me as a so called 'odeur' slave.  This afternoon we will visit  the library, and you will serve Me with your incense burner. The air in the Streets of Alexandria is not Always agreeable! Till then. "

And that very day, baskenatur swinged his incense burner and made the space around Goddess Yanara's litter a better place to breethe.(see picture above)

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Thank you all for visiting my blog. 80.000 visitors now!

To show my gratitude i publish 3 pics of myself in Second Life.

Ass worship at the Court

this story was written by the mysterious X (I call him Xenos) 
please  send Me your phantasies  and i will publish them in my blog, share your hidden dreams with other people and you will see that you are not alone !!!

The high priest entered Goddess Yanara's private quarters. The Goddess was resting after an extensive bath ceremony: a hot milk bath, followed by a cleaning in Her huge bathe, and  a massage and perfume session. Now She was dressed in a sheer yellow gown, showing the pink of Her perfect body.
The old priest sunk down on his knees, and prostrated before the divan on which Goddess Yanara was laying, staring at the ceiling and enjoying Her omnipotence for two slaves were kissing Her feet.
"Most sacred Goddess and divine Queen, may i come closer?" he asked.
"Sure high priest, you are welcome. What brings you here?" the Deity replied.
The old man groveled  towards his Queen, respectfully kissing the floor.
"Your divine Majesty, thank You for this honor. May i speak now?"
"Yes  please, kneel before Me on that cushion, I don't want to damage your old knees." She laughed.
"Thank You Your divine Majesty, thank You" He knelt upon  a cushion at Yanara's feet and bowed deeply.
"Most sacred Goddess, the priesthood is very delighted that Your divine Majesty is worshiped every moment of the day and night. As You deserve, supreme Goddess.
It is our duty to make Your life on this earth as agreeable as possible, and Your divine Feet are constantly worshiped by two of Your favorite slaves. It is good to see that your holy feet are kissed and licked when You like it .Now we are begging You, most Sacred Goddess, isn't it possible to expand the number of slaves worshiping You. We were thinking about four slaves: two adoring Your holy feet, and two kissing your holy thighs and buttocks. That means that You, divine Queen, are accompanied by four golden slaves, Always ready to worship You when You desire it. "
Goddess Yanara peeked at the two slaves kissing Her feet and shoes, and smiled.
"Not bad, high priest, from now  two more of My favorite slaves will follow Me, and kiss My buttocks when I am standing, or better, they will kiss My dress actually." the Goddess answered.
The high priest prostrated and begged to kiss Her feet. Thereafter he asked permission to leave the room.
Goddess Yanara smiled when She saw him crawling backwards, and whispered: "Old pervert, but his ideas are exciting Me."

Ceremony of trampling

The Religion of Isis worship flourished in Egypt and around the Mediterranean Sea. The female Rharaos where worshipped as the reincarnation of the great Goddess. The people were inferior, even the nobles. They had to conduct themselves as very humble human beings in the presence of a Godhead
Heartfelt lowliness encourages worship of superiority. Queen Yanara is a living Goddess. People find fulfillment adoring Her. They pray to Her. Sing hymns in praise of the divine Queen.
For a deeply submissive slave, self-abasement is necessary. Homage is a compulsion. He needs to prostrate, stretching himself out under Her feet, kissing the floor She touches. He finds peace in bowing before his divine Owner.
Priests developed rituals. Inequality was made visible in the realm of the Goddess. Her worshipers gathered in Her temples to share their faith. They praised and glorified the Goddess. Torment and degradation of slaves sometimes were key parts of the ceremony.

Sometimes Goddess Yanara practiced the ancient trample rituals.
The worshiping slave, lies on the floor, at Her feet. He prays to Her. A prayer of thanks. Expressing gratitude to be Her property. Then he implores Her to use him. He begs Her to walk on his body.
The supreme Goddess steps on his back. She walks across his body repeatedly . Her steps are slow and steady. She pauses. There is no haste in the ritual.
Under Her feet, he feels a transcendent humility. His ego vanishes. He feels he only exists at Her command.
He is a humble slave. For a couple of days, he will be even more pleasingly reverent in his service.

slave xenos' lucky day

I received this wonderful story written by X. I changed the X by the name 'xenos' ; i am not sure, but I remember the word from My ancient Greek language cours, and forgive Me  if I am wrong, xenos = stranger. I also changed some small details; for instance: in his own words x is whipped by priestesses using leather bullwhips when he is brought forward. Now he is whipped with soft floggers. I used the pic of the pinion x sent me. Here we go:

Most Sacred Goddess, please forgive this humble slave and accept my dream. it was inspired by the 'Presentation of slave doulos' (Blog August 12, 2017) Your divine Majesty, please this humble slave begs You to accept its predilection for protocols. It is interested in the small details of Your etiquette rules.

I was trained during several months to serve the Divine Queen in Alexandria. The last twelve days i was exposed naked and blindfolded on a wooden cross in the courtyard. From early morning till noon  i was hanging in the hot sun, suffering and my prayers to the living Goddess kept me strong.
Before this ordeal, i was flogged by a priestess. The flogger didn't cause bloody wounds, but i can assure that it hurts. I had to endure the laughter and mockeries from the people passing by when i was lead naked and blindfolded towards the cross. In the afternoon  i was trained again intensivily by the priestesses. They humiliated me by spitting on me, beating me without mercy, and insulting me. But my faith in the supreme living Goddess was indestructible.

Now i was ready to appear before the Divine Queen!
Priestesses prepared me as the protocols order: bathed, oiled, perfumed and made up.
i was collared in a pinion (a brassyoke) and had to wear ankle cuffs, with brass chains between them. My hands were locked left and wrigt in the pinion's cuffs.

After a serious inspection by the high priestess , a priestess attached herleash at the collar and another one fixed a tiny leather strap around my genitals. Two more priestesses attached their leashes at the rings on the handcuffs.

a procession was formed:
in front: the high priestess
behind her :  3 priestesses , leashing me (collar and handcuffs of the pinion)
just behind these 3 priestesses came the priestess holding my genitals-leash
this insignificant worm followed the noble women , on its knees of course, its head deeply bowed
Then came 2 other priestesses, flogging me on my shoulders and back.

We entered the throne room, filled with a lot of people. I didn't look around, the heels of the priestess before me being my objective.

In front of the huge throne, the high priestess stand still, and ordered me to prostrate before the allmighty Goddess. the twe women behind me stopped flogging and helped me to lay down, because i wasn't able to use my hands.

The highpriestess spoke:
"slave, worhsip Goddess Yanara, the most sacred Goddess and divine Queen!"

I recited the mantra three times with clear voice.
"Most Sacred Goddess; this unworthy slave worships You;
Divine Queen, this worthless slave glorifies You;
Your Divine Majesty, this humble slave obeys You."

"Come forward slave" the high priestess said.
I was lead before the throne by the 3 priestesses, crawling on my knees. "slave, down on your face!" the high priestesses shouted. Immediately i fell down on the marble floor, pressing my forehead against the tiles. Goddess Yanara came down from the stairs, wrapped in a light yellow see through gown. She was flanked by two worshipers, knee-crawling and when She stopped just in front of me, they kissed in  worshipboth legs from Her feet to Her middle. Two floor slaves follwed Her, creeping on their stomach and kissing Her footsteps. I was dazed by a cloud of perfume.
The supreme Goddes placed Her left foot upon my head and spoke: "slave, you are worthy to become a slave at My Court. You endured a hard training and now you are here to serve Me. From now on you will live under My feet in complete surrender and adoration. May the Gods protect you! You may kiss My foot now."

Still laying on the floor, i lifted my head and kissed Her divine foot, still covered by Her cheer dress. I was not worthy to touch Her bare skin.

After this short initation ceremony i was lead back to the slave quarters in the palace, my new home.

Slaves worship, glorify and obey.

From all over the Queendom noble women became priestesses of the Supreme Goddess Yanara. They guided men in worship. Direct their prayers. Ritual flagellation ends every worship service.
Male slaves are Always guided by female overseers. Whips always in their hands, overseers saw that men focused on their tasks. Idleness, shirking earn brutal whippings.

Every single court slave has his specifisic task to serve in worship the most Sacred Goddess Yanara.
Slaves attend temple daily. The bulk of their language comes from hymns and prayers. Filled with words of worship and praise, Goddess worship saturates their minds. Lodged deep in their hearts is full awareness of their inferiority.

Goddess Yanara's court slavess lives' focus on two things.
Serving. A man is forever mindful of the almighty Goddess, Her home and his service to Her.
Temple. Goddess worship is a duty. Also men’s sole recreation.
The court slaves serve to please and pray to the Divine Queen.
Sometimes Goddess Yanara is amused by tormenting Her slaves. Temple flagellation serves dual purposes. Slave discipline and female pleasure.
Goddess Yanara and Her concubines enjoy hurting slaves, using cruel words to shame them.

Slaves serving the Supreme Goddess Yanara are happy to obey their Divine Owner without any restriction!

Trainee's training in Second Life - Nudity

1. Nudity

The first thing a slave has to learn is to be naked.
To be accustomed to this he is fettered to a cross in the courtyard, blind folded.
During 12 days, several hours a day he is exposed to all members of the Court. The slave doesn't know who is observing him, he is not allowed to speak! Perhaps he assumes Goddess Yanara is watching him, smelling Her exquisite perfume? But he is notallowed to ask it!

After succeeding this first ordeal, the trainee is ready for his second lesson: Collar and cuffs


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Slave academy: presentation of a slave

Goddess Yanara in Second Life

Most Sacred Goddess, this humbe slave was carefully  reading Your Divine Majesty's blog and it was so impudent to write this comment. It describes this unworthy slave's idea how a slave is introduced at Your Divine Majesty's Court.
This worthless slaves accepted the nickname 'doulos' what means 'slave' in ancient Greek. 

Dear doulos, I removed your text from the comment window and published it as a new page. Thank you and i look forward to read more from 'doulos'.

Goddess Yanara has many reasons to invite one or more of Her slaves in Her private rooms. Perhaps She only wants to talk, or She just likes the slave keeps Her company; maybe She will humiliate Her slave in public....or punish him.

The Lucky servant is informed by a priestess about his privilege. He follows her to the slave quartés in the Palace. Priests are waiting him in the bathroom. They wash the slave thoroughly, remove all his body hairs (except for his head), perfume him and made him up (eye-shadow). They pay special attention to his mouth, tongue and teeth. After a first inspection the priestesses of the Goddess fix collar and cuffs, with the chains  and they do a second inspection. The slave receives a tiny white loinclothe to cover his private parts. Now they are ready to head for the encounter with the Divine one.

They command the slave to lower himself on all fours and they leash him. The more important the slave is, the more priestesses take him at their leash. Lower slaves are leashed by one single priestess, and privileged slaves are sometimes leashed by four  or even more women. When they reach Goddess Yanara's private room a high priestess enters and asks permission to present the slave.
She leaves the room and summons the slave to follow her .  The slave, still leashed, has to crawl on his stomach, repeating the mantra , kissing the floor between the phrases.

"Most Sacred Goddess; this unworthy slave worships You"
Now he respectfully  kisses the floor .
"Divine Queen, this worthless slave glorifies You."
Again he kisses the floor.
"Your Divine Majesty, this humble slave obeys You."
He kisses the floor a third time.

The slave appraoches the Goddess in this way, repeating the mantra until he is stopped by the highpriestess.

Now he is laying before the Deity, motionless and waiting for Her commands.

Goddess Yanara speaks:
"Slave, raise on your knees and undress yourself!"
The slave raises on his knees, bowing his head as deeply as poissible , still staring to the floor, and removes his loin clothe.
The Goddess looked down upon the naked young man and ordered:
"Lay down in worship slave. Priests, unleash this slave and fetter his hands on his back!"

"Come near, slave, and worship Me!" the Goddes orders.

With his hands on his back, the young man creeps forward like a worm, very slowly , kissing the floor in worship, untill he reaches Goddess Yanara's couch.

Prostrated before Her he worships Her as ordered.

"Mighty Goddess, daughter of Isis;
this worthless slave rejoices as You join us with the rays of the sun.
Most Sacred Goddess, Divine Queen
this humble slave honors You, 
Yanara, Who was and is and shall ever be
Daughter of the earth and sky,
this worthless slave honors You and sings Your praises.
Glorious Goddess of magic and light,
this unworthy slave opens his heart to Your mysteries."

"you may kiss My divine feet , slave" Goddess Yanara orders.

The slave respectfully kisses each Foot 12 times .

The formal part of the presentation has ended now, and Goddes Yanara has an interview with Her slave.

Most Sacred Goddess, doulos is furtivily dreaming that he is this lucky slave;  forgive him please.

The lickers

A slave at Goddess Yanara's Court lacks imagination and creativity. He is trained to obey and to never take initiatives.  Continuous repetition fits his mentality.
A slave repeats the mantra: "Most Sacred Goddess, this unworthy slave worships You; Divine Queen, this worthless slave glorifies You, Your Divine Majesty, this lower slave obeys You." Throughout the day, he silently recites these words. He falls to sleep saying them. Thinks the phrase the moment he wakes. The mantra pervades his dreams.
What does a slave need to know, other than he is inferior and exists only to serve the Almighty Goddess?
Goddess Yanara  has  144 Court slaves, divided in three categories: copper -; silver -  and golden slaves.

A few examples:
Bathroom slaves. One silver slave applies soap and water. A golden slave dries Her. And there is the lowly copper toilet slave.
Some slave's lives consist solely of opening doors. Others lay in front of the outside doors. Human doormats.
Inside Her palace, She has human footstools, end tables, a wide diversity of human furniture slaves.
Once trained slaves never need to speak.
The Divine Yanara loves it to go out accompanied with one of more of Her leashed slaves. They follow their divine Owner, crawling on hands and knees, sometimes on their stomach. They are Her "lickers" Whenever She pauses, they lick Her sandals and the hem of Her Gown. Dust and grime coat their tongue, fill their mouth.

The Crawl

Goddess Yanara is not a cruel torturess. She devotes Her energies to new and more humiliating forms of male suffering. This is a source of joy. Humiliation is an art practiced by the supreme Goddess.
In Her Queendom, the lower slaves wake, labor, sleep, repeat. There only rest is a single hour of Goddess worship. Male muscles replace technology in ancient Egypt. Their Owners are interested only in using them efficiently. Removal of unwanted or annoying males is automatic.

Goddess Yanara's court slaves are lucky. She doesn't dispise Her slaves, though male pain and shame is necessary sometimes. Scars and welts are signs that the slave’s sacred Owner is not weak, but smart and wise.
As She listens to a man’s screams, watches his tears, Her enjoyment blends with the expectation of his increased usefulness.
A court slave's life is a heaven on earth, but often brief.

For breaking laws at Goddess Yanara's Court, torment happens in dungeons, and designated public parks. Lawbreakers live with much pain.

Then the divine Queen created 'The Crawl' for Her amusement and a harsh competition between Her slaves.
She takes the younger slaves to an undeveloped area outside the palace. Chained, he must pull his body and a heavy rock, praising Goddess Yanara .
He hears only Her demands and laughter.
Denied breakfast, pulling the dense rock, he tires. She reminds the slave that he must complete The Crawl or he will be removed from the Court.
a Priestess kicks his scrotal sac.
Another urinates on his head.
The Goddess rests in Her litter. He must continue.
Late in the day, the entire Court comes to watch the slave desperately strive to reach the finish line. They mock him, throw tiny rocks, anything that adds to his misery.
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Some men give up of exhaustion. A few fail. If the slave cannot reach the end, he is removed from the palace and he will never see again the Supreme Goddess .

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and to show my gratitude: an old picture of Me, at the age of  sweet 16
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Goddess Yanara rewards a slave (part 2)

The two beautiful concubines, dressed in a tiny white skirt, knelt down before this humble worm and one of them grabbed its cock and started to stroke it softly, while the other one took its scrotum  in her mouth. She closed her lips around this slave's balls, and then she opened her mouth  and released its scrotum, and began to lick it with even more passion. The other girl who was still caressing slave's penis ordered it to look up and to worship the allmighty Goddess Yanara.

This worthless worm lifted its head and stared at the most Sacred Deity: standing before Her throne, wrapped in a sheer white dress, and covering Her divine breasts with Her hands. One of her concubines was swinging a sentence burner and another one was standing naked at Her Majesty's left side. Aound the throne knelt young boys and girls, dressed up like cupids, and bowing their heads in worship, kissing Her dress, heels and the floor under Her sacred feet again and again. Goddess Yanara turned Her head slowly to the left and licked the nipple of the naked concubine, her favorite Mimi. After a long time she looked down upon this worm and said:  " slave, where are you waiting for ? Worship Me!"

This humble slave stammered : " yes most Sacred Goddess, thank You, Divine Queen"

"Allmighty Goddess, daughter of the Nile,
we rejoice as You join us with the rays of the sun.
Sacred Lady, mother of magic,
we honor You, Daughter of isis,
She who is mother of the universe itself.
Goddess Yanara, Who was and is and shall ever be
daughter of the earth and sky,
this unworthy slave honors you and sings Your praises.
Glorious Goddess of magic and light,
This one opens his heart to Your mysteries."

Goddess Yanara spoke:
"Very well, slave! Ladies,  you both did a good job; the slave is as hard as a rock now and ready to receive his award. On your knees slave, bow down before Me!"

This worthless worm fell down on its knees, bowing deeply, waiting.

"Ladies, take this cock ring and this leash  and fix it around his genitals." The cockring had the shape of a soft woman's hand , made of leather and fine linen  Each time as the leash was drawn tighter the ring moved smoothly forward and backwords, as if this slave's penis was stroked by a girl's hand.

The supreme Goddess  attached the end of leash to Her holder and ordered this unworthy slave to follow Her. Goddess Yanara left the room, followed by this crawling slave , to meet a new future...

Mimi

        

My beloved concubine

I am bored. It isn't easy being the Queen of our wonderful country of Egypt, but I have already been around the new palace, 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 and servant, Mimi, kneeling behind Me. "I would like to have My bath now please Mimi," 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 my divine Queen," says Mimi 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 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 a living Goddess has no friends. I know she is still behind Me as I walk into the bathroom, and My eyes fall upon the bathtub. It is a gorgeous bathtub, with patterned tiles round it and rose petals dropped over it. Mimi 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 Mimi 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. Mimi comes over and starts to wash My body.

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 mM 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 rewards a slave (part 1)

Most Sacred Goddess   
ths pathetic worm  baruti describes how it is brought forward to receive Your Divine Majesty's reward
Please forgive this slave if it makes errors, for perfection is Your Majesty's quality.

(baruti was writing more: click here )



This unworthy slave was prostrating in the centre of the throne room, waiting for the Supreme Goddess Yanara. Its naked body was shimmering in the sunlight after a complete massage and make up session.

Suddenly a gong stroke resounded. The Deity entered the roomn followed by Her royal Household:
a multitude of priests and priestesses accompanied the Goddess as usual, four fan slaves, four naked golden slaves, two concubines and as a matter of fact six floor slaves, crawling on all fours behind the procession, kissing the  footsteps of Supreme Goddess Yanara. Her divine Majesty  was dressed in a golden see-through gown. Three slaves were holding this train of the gown in their hands, following on their knees.

Goddess Yanara stood still just in front of the throne, overlooking the room . Everybody knelt and bowed deeply before the Divine One. A second gong stroke broke the silence. Two concubines did lead this humble slave by two leashes attached to its collar and they ordered this worm to lay down in worship before Goddess Yanara.
This unworthy slave recited the mantra :
"Most Sacred Goddess  this humble slave worships You,
Divene Queen, this unworthy slave glorifies You,
Your Divine Majesty, this worthless slave obeys You."

"slave, worship the flour under Goddess Yanara's sacred feet!" one of the concubines ordered.
This unworthy slave kissed the marble floor again and again, repeating the mantra.

"slave, worship Goddess Yanara's sacred feet!"
The complete foot worship session is this worthless slave's favorite activity, and it eagerly kissed and licked the sacred shoes and feet as prescribed in the codex.

"slave, worship Goodess Yanara's gown!"
this humble slave kissed the hem of Goddess Yanara's gown again and again, trembling of awe.

Then this slave stretched itself out on the floor in adoration,  waiting for orders.

"slave, on your knees!"
This miserable worm obeid quickly , bowing its head as deeply as possible.

The two concubines removed their leads.

Most Sacred Goddess Herself ordered with clear voice:
"slave, stand up!"

what an incredible honor to stand in front of this living Goddess!
She comanded the two concubines: "Ladies, prepare this slave !"

Most Supreme Goddess, this unworthy slave is now waiting for Your orders. It hopes that people are looking forward to read the second part.

slave academy 1

Goddess Yanara's court slaves are trained in a Alexandria, near by the Golden Palace.
Nobody of the recruits was forced into slavery, they all come as volunteers, and few will reach their goal.

During the first 10 weeks they are trained by priests and priestesses to learn the basics.

1. Nudity
the lower court slaves have to get accustomed to be naked in public.  The new slave's body hair is removed on the first day. Sandals are strictly forbidden. Sometimes they are allowed to wear a black thong.

2. Collar, cuffs and chains
The new slaves Always wear a collar, 4 cuffs and chains (see pic in this page: click here)

3. Leashing
The slaves learn to walk and to crawl, leashed by a priestess.
When they walk, they must bow their head as deeply as possible.(this position is only tolerated when following a priestess or concubine)
There are 3 ways to follow Goddess Yanara :
* crawling on all fours
* knee-crawling   head bowed deeply
* belly-crawling
Slaves have to kiss Goddess Yanara's footsteps .

4. How to address Goddess Yanara
* Most Sacred Goddess
* Divine Queen
* Your Divine Majesty

5. Self-humiliation
The slave has to understand that he is no longer a free person with a undependant will. From now on  his goal is to serve a supreme Goddess.
This is a very difficult part of the training.
the words "i" and "me" don't exist for the trainee.  He will use "this humble slave" ,  "this worthless slave" "this unworthy slave"  etc

 6. Daily adoration
Each morning the slaves are praying under a statue of the Goddess:  the well known mantra

"Most sacred Goddess, this humble slave worships You,
Divine Queen, this unworthy slave glorifies You,
Your divine Majesty, this worthless slave obeys You."

7. Reprimands and punishment
No mistakes are tolerated. Even the slightest mistake will be punished.
* verbal abuse
* whippings
* removing from the court

8. Slave positions
click here to learn the slave positions

9. The footkiss
Slaves are ordered to kiss the divine Feet of the Goddess Yanara
Click here to learn the right way to worship Goddess' feet

The court slaves

Visitors of the wonderful blog Femdemocracy (http://www.femdomocracy.com/) will find lots of posts where the organisation of the male slaves is descriped. Femdemocracy is very clear: all males are servants of the Female superiority.
Their only joy in life is to serve the superbe Mistress, their Goddess, and they don't expect any affection and  compassion from Her. The worthless slave serves, suffers and works!

Altough being a fan of Femdemocracy, My slaves don't have to groan under the eternal whip, fearing to loose their lifes when they make the slightest mistake.

click here to discover the different catogories of slaves

slaves in Second Life will find excellent outfits at Soedara (collars and cuffs in desired metal)

This is the way to approach Goddess Yanara: the slave is wearing a black tongh and a scripted  collar  with cuffs and chains.

Goddess Yanara's eye makeup

Gaze at the myriad portraits of ancient Egyptians and what looks back? Consistent meticulously and beautifully outlined and ornamented eyes. It is virtually impossible to find a portrait of an ancient Egyptian whose eyes are not decorated. During all periods and dynasties, eye makeup was a daily prerequisite for both men and women.

Although we know the Egyptians possessed the equivalent of our rouge, lip-gloss and nail polish, these were used only upon occasion, apparently as a matter of personal preference, style and fashion. The ancient Egyptian tradition of outlining the eyes with pigment to create an almond or feline shape and the importance placed upon this practice, however, transcends the Western concept of eye makeup. "Makeup" to modern Westernized ears has the ring of something frivolous, something optional. Although cosmetics were certainly used for the purpose of beautification, in ancient Egypt, eye makeup did more than paint a pretty face.

As we have seen to be typical of the ancient Egyptians, they took a truly holistic approach to the concept of eye makeup. Not only was it decorative and ornamental, the practice also served medicinal, magical and spiritual practices.

The Egyptians used two types of eye makeup:

Udju was made from green malachite (green ore of copper) from Sinai. Sinai and its mines were considered under the spiritual dominion of Hathor, ancient goddess of beauty, joy, love and women. She bore the epithet "Lady of Malachite."

Mesdemet, a dark gray ore of lead, was derived from either stibnite (antimony sulphide) or, more typically, galena (lead sulphide.) Galena was found around Aswan and on the Red Sea Coast. It was also among the materials brought back by Pharaoh Hatshepsut's famed expedition to Punt and was given in tribute by Asiatic nomads.

The packaging and preparation of eye makeup was quite different from what we are used to today. Today, we have the choice of liquid, powdered or cake eye makeup. If you find yourself all thumbs at applying liquid eyeliner, no problem, you can just purchase a pencil instead. We have a vast array of colors available to us. Although the nuances of color are virtually endless, very rarely do we know precisely what our makeup is made from, what's actually in the makeup or how it was made. Once the product is purchased, it's ready to be used: all you have to do is open the package and apply the stuff to your eyes.

In ancient Egypt, preparations were a little more extensive. The cosmetic material had to be powdered on a palette and then this powder mixed with a substance, (analysis indicates that these were usually ointments derived from animal fat) to make the powder adhere to the eye.

Eye makeup equipment (palettes, grinders, applicators) has been found among the earliest burials of the pre-dynastic period and seem to have been essential items for the afterlife.

Even the humblest graves consistently contain at least a simple palette. Small containers of galena have been found in tombs alternately stored in leather or canvas pouches, small jars, conch shells or within hollow reeds. What separated rich from poor was not the existence of makeup but the expense and luxury of containers and applicators. Everyone had galena powder however while the poor resorted to sticks to apply it, the wealthy had intricately carved and bejeweled containers of ivory or other precious materials.

That the Egyptians decorated their eyes with great aesthetic care is immediately obvious. Eye cosmetics bestowed beauty and style as well as other gifts, perhaps less immediately apparent to modern eyes.

Galena possesses disinfectant and fly-deterrent properties. It is believed to offer the eyes protection from intense sun. The medical papyri frequently prescribe mesdemet for assorted complaints of the eye.

Eye make up provided psychic protection as well. The Egyptian word for eye-palette seems to derive from their word for "protect." An unadorned and thus unprotected eye was believed vulnerable to the Evil Eye. Outlining the eyes thus became a personal protective amulet drawn right upon the skin; an amulet that once applied could not be lost or misplaced.

There may very well also have been further spiritual dimensions to eye makeup. Perhaps wearing malachite placed one solidly under Hathor's protection and Hathor was a very prominent goddess, with centers of worship throughout Egypt and as far a field as Byblos. In modern India, henna powder (mehendi) is believed to contain something of the essence of the goddess Lakshmi, who, like Hathor, was a powerful goddess of beauty, good fortune and benevolence. When henna is applied to the body, some small measure of Lakshmi's sacred presence and protection is to be imparted to the wearer. Thus the potential for transforming an everyday activity such as eye makeup application into a personal, sacred and protective ritual. The associations between Hathor and malachite were very strong. Perhaps applying the powder to one's body was to partake of something of the essence of Hathor herself. Certainly kohl, as galena is known today, contains spiritual significance to many modern North African women. It is a material and substance to be treated with awe and respect: in a Moroccan tradition, for instance, kohl serves as a reminder of the Kaaba, Islam's holy black stone housed in Mecca.

Galena is still used in Egypt under the name kohl. It is easily and inexpensively purchased in the marketplace. Outside of Egypt, it is easily purchased through vendors that supply accessories to Eastern dancers. Buy from reputable dealers only (and the little old ladies in the marketplace who mix up their own kohl may be the most dependable and reliable of all) to ensure that what you are purchasing is not made from cheap, harmful, eye irritating materials.

Although it is impossible to authentically and exactly reproduce ancient Egyptian perfumes, the kohl that is available today is basically the same thing that was familiar millennia ago. Applying kohl to your own eyes allows you to transcend the barriers of time. Even the kohl applicators and containers have not changed over the centuries. Real kohl usually comes in a little box containing a stick-like applicator and a compartment for the make up itself. An ancient Egyptian woman time-traveling to the present would surely find much to puzzle her but hand her a modern kohl container and stick and she would know exactly what to do with it. On the other hand, a modern woman, used to conventional methods of eye makeup application, might be a little perplexed by the box and stick. Learning to apply kohl the traditional way can be a little tricky as most modern people have been indoctrinated since early childhood about the dangers of putting a stick anywhere near the eye* but with a little practice, it's easy to get the hang of it.

Good morning, Your divine Majesty!

Goddess Yanara was lied in Her bed that was totally covered with gold colored sheets; the luscious fabric gently stroked Her divine beautiful body from Her toes to Her head. At Her feet were lied four of Her favorite  slaves. The feet of the Goddess were rested on the chests of the two most gifted young men, while the other two slaves were petting Her divine feet and toes with their skilled tongues. The Goddess moved Her divine body down among the pillows and decided that it was time to get up. She extended Her fully diamond loaded hand at the direction of the huge windows and immediately two of Her slaves had he curtains spread.

Goddess Yanara gestured at Her head maids and they rushed to fec. Her bathrobe. Two maids lifted the sheer blanket and another two kneeled by the bed, helped their divine Queen to put Her legs out of the human pillow of the bed on the back of a pronely lied slave. Another maid gently put on the sleek legs of the Goddess Her golden sleepers and then she kissed the divine fingers. Two maids helped the Goddess to climb out of bed, standing on all fours. While the Deity was standing on the slaves naked back ,two other slaves wapper Her body with a long barguzin sheer robe. The flooring of the bedroom was immediately fully covered with pronely lied slaves so that the Goddess could walk on Her human carpet. Out from the windows the bright sunlight of a new hot day filled the bedroom. Sunbeams played over the golden furniture, the golden picture frames and the cupper mirrors. Goddess Yanara went in front of the huge window; behind it there was a view of the gardens surrounded her Palace; somewhere in the distance out of the fog it was visible the banks of the Nyle river . She shut Her eyes from the bright Sunlight.

Her head maids dared to announce that the bath was ready while they were kissing Her bejeweled hands. Goddess walked to the bedroom door that led into the bathroom over the lied backs of Her human carpet. On Her pace, she smashed a few heads with Her sharp talons. Goddess Yanara always enjoyed to crash a few heads and bodies while She was just waken up.

Her bathroom was decorated in the same Egyptian style with the bedroom with amber and gold. In the center stands a huge tub of pure gold, encrusted with blue topaz, so when the light falls on the water, it seems like the Goddess is bathed in a million glowing sparks. On their knees were already waiting two servants who decorated the water in the tub with petals of roses, orchids and violets and as soon as they heard the divine steps they opened the door and fell down.

Goddess went to a huge mirror to admire Herself, then She went to the tub where two slaves took off Her barguzin robe. The Goddess, supported by two handmaids ascended into the tub. Then, two concubines started bathing Her. After a few minutes that the Goddess stayed in the hot perfumed water, the skilful hands of Her servants gently washed Her body and massaged Her, starting from the neck and ending to the toes. Goddess lifted Her leg out of the water and one of Her slaves started licking Her leg.

The Goddess kicked hard one of Her slaves and said:

-“ Bring Me My white Isis robe and the matching sandals!”

- “Yes most Sacred Goddess”, the slave answered and he rushed to execute the order of the Goddess.

Until the slave returned with the white Isis robe and the sandals, the rest slaves helped Her to take a foot bath. Then She came out of the bathroom and stood up on the back of a slave as on a bench, who he intentionally had on his back a pelt of desert fox. The rest of the maids wrapped Her body in a soft towel and began gently drying Her. The slave indeed returned with the Isis robe and sandals and had the naked body of the Goddess wrapped up in the robe and Her beautiful legs standing over the sandals with 5" golden talons.

As usual, the slave paid the honor to his Goddess feet.
Before the Goddess left the bathroom, She ordered:

- In My absence, you must lick from the floor of the bathroom all the water drops that fell from My body; then give the water of the bath to the rest of the slaves and the servants of My palace to drink it; they will have the pleasure and joy to savor My essence and ease their thirst with the water of their Goddess!

Goddess went to the beauty salon. All Her slaves expected her in the corridor in front of the bedroom. The maids, as soon as they saw Her, they fell down and kissed Her feet. On both sides of the rich purple carpet there were lied Her personal slaves; twelve discrete so called erotic slaves that were continuously accompanying Her. Their duty was to foresee everything for Her so She wouldnt bother to give oral instructions. They were fixated on Her, guessing the unspoken orders. Goddess didn't pay any attention to them as they were just consumable items. But if they made a mistake, lashing was their reward.

Goddes's beauty salon is a huge hall, decorated with white marble, agate stones and jasper. There stands the golden massage table, a laid blanket of white chinchillas and a large armchair covered with white mink, in which the Goddess sat down, and there the maids were making manicure and pedicure and dressing Her hairs. Goddess dropped Her bathrobe and She went onto the massage table. After she had her massaging, a slave wrapped Her divine body in a bathrobe, and then the Goddess was sat on the mink covered chair. Her nail maids carefully applied a transparent rich red color in Her divine nails. The hairdressers followed and they fixed Her long hair into big curls.

Next was applied Her perfume. The maids dried Her nails and made Her a foot massage; then they applied onto Her divine feets some creams. While some maids were caressing the Goddess's body, another was kneeling and holding the pillow with Goddes's shoes. As soon as all the maids finished their work, the pillow holding slave girl held the feet of the the Goddess and she kissed Her toes that were visible through the open capes of Her sandals. All the maids that were dealing with the Goddess in the beauty salon fell pronely in front of Her mink chair, and one after the other they were worshipping Her sandals.

After the beauty salon the Goddess went to Her dressing room along with Her personal slaves. The dressing room was a huge hall, with walls fully covered with cupper mirrors. There was a huge chair covered with desert lion pelt and near it there was a table onto which the Goddes's breakfast was served. Beside the table there was kneeling a maid, and at the door there were lied a dozen maids who had the duty of bringing and demostrating the Goddes's outfits until She would decide what She would wear.

The Goddess entered in the dressing room and She went on the lion covered seat. Her personal slaves went in after Her, and they helped the Goddess to sit comfortably and also fix Her luxurious robe. A young slave boy crept under the beautiful feet of the Goddess, and he became Her human pouf. Then the rest of the personal slaves lied at the feet of the Goddess, and they again began to kiss Her feet. The Goddess ordered the dressing maids to fetch her clothes, so they disappeared into the mirrored doors that led to the huge walk-in closets. While the dressing maids were dealing with the outfit that Goddess would put on, She decided that it was time to have Her breakfast.

One maid drew a table with golden tray in which the breakfast was served. Goddess drank orange juice, and then She ate some bread that caused Her fingers a little soiled, so one of the personal slaves had the honor to lick them and then to wipe them with a cloth of pure white silk. The breakfast was finished and one maid removed the golden tray with dishes off the golden table. It was time now for the Goddess to get dressed , so Her personal slaves helped to rise from the chair, and to go in front of one of the mirrored walls.

The dressing maids came close with the outfits of the Goddess while Her personal slaves moved behind Her. The goddess took off Her shoulder her bathrobe and one of the personal slaves caught this bathrobe before it would get dropped on the floor. So the dressing maids began putting the Goddess outfit onto Her. At first, they put on Her white panty.   They dressed her feet in golden stiletto sandals. Finally they put on Her long white sheer skirt.

It was time now for Her jewelry. Ten jewelry maids brought and started loading their Sacred Queen with the jewell selection of the day that was nothing else than pure flawless white diamonds. Her fingers were ehgarlanded with huge solitaires, Her wrists and braces were loaded with endless bracelets, chains, bullions and rivieras. Her bossom and neck were engarlanded with three huge diamond necklaces and Her ears were loaded with five pairs of solitaire earings too. Onto Her divine head, a sparlkling diamond tiara was fixed and several other ouches were engarlanding the back side of her head and her curls. Some more bracelets and ankle chains were applied on Her legs and feet  and finally an incredibly sparkling golden belt was tighten over Her slim waist.

And finally it was time for the cloak. One of the dressing maids, fell down and asked:

--What will be Goddess's choice of the day?

-I am in the mood of orange today!

- Yes, my sacred Goddess, she said, kissing the marble floor at the feet of the Goddess.

- You will have my cloak waiting for Me at the front hall.

- Yes, my sacred Goddess!

- You and you, come with me! - Goddess kicked five of slaves that were laying at Her feet with her sandals.

-"Thank you, most Sacred Goddess and Divine Queen, " they all said.

Goddess Yanara was always wandering around with at least five leashed males.

Goddess went to the front hall walking onto the backs of the slaves that were formatting Her human carpet. All the other of the hundreds of slaves, maids and concubines were lied aside the human corridor and they were trying to lay their tongues over the fine bejewed leather of Goddess's shoes but it was very difficult as She had a fast pace. Already in the hall the two cloak dressing maids were waiting with a dream of orange see-through cloak in their hands. They fixed the incredibly long cloak on the shoulders of the Goddess, and they removed Her tiara from Her divine head and put a golden Isis crown. The goddess was now ready to go out for a walk. The five selected slaves were prostrating naked inside the Goddess's palace, waiting to follow their divine Owner.

a slave talks about groveling...

From Femdemocracy....
Femdemocracy is a never drying source of inspiration to Me

Groveling, this worm most respectfully suggests, has two components: the physical and the verbal.
Physical groveling is crawling as low as possible in the dirt at the feet of the Mistress or Goddess, the slave’s all-powerful Owner. Most are 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, 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 boot-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.
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. There are many levels and intricacies involved; most depend on the taste and preference of (to coin a term) the grovelee. She may, for instance, not permit Her slave to refer to itself with a name or a pronoun, since this would imply that the slave is a person. Often, a slave must speak of itself (as here) in the third person, and as a thing,”it,” and use roundabout constructions like “Would it please Mistress to allow Her slave to fetch Her flogger?” (the term “fetch” implying a dog-like status for the slave).
If this is to elaborate for Mistress’s taste, She may direct otherwise; naturally, Her wish is law and must be obeyed without question.
The question of capitalizing pronouns, though it applies only to written discourse, is also one that defers to Mistress’s wish. Many slaves, particularly those with a background in traditional or theological taste, feel it confers a divine status upon the Mistress to capitalize pronouns that refer to Her, as this writer does almost always (nouns synonymous with Mistress, Goddess, Dominatrix or Owner also rate capitals in this protocol). Another level of modesty and self-abnegation is for the slave, if it has a name, to omit capitalizing that name, as well as referring to itself by a neutral and impersonal term like “it.” A few very submissive writers even go to the extreme of spelling HER, SHE and so forth in all-caps, although this has a connotation of angry screaming in on-line texts.
Some Mistresses even forbid slaves to have names, simply calling them “slave” or some demeaning term like “dog,” “pig” or “worm.” Again, the choice is for Mistress to make and Her slave to obey. Often, sentences need to be constructed carefully to avoid conflict with these principles and the general rules that sentences begin with a capital letter.
There is also a question of whether Mistress, Herself, wishes to use a capitalized “Me” or “My” (in English, though not most other languages, “I” is conventionally capitalized, and some subversives use a lower-cased “i” to reinforce their humility). Mistress may feel that She need not glorify Herself with capitalized pronouns, but She may permit Her slave to do so. Others may feel that, as Superior Beings, They deserve the deification. Some, particularly the eminently practical, may reject all such trappings. Again, Her choice rules in this philosophical world of Female Superiority and Domination.
One must add, finally, that Richard, the genial proprietor of this website, amiably allows every contributor to use the style She, she, he , He or it prefers — not to mention the grammar, spelling and general style and tone that the writer wishes. This humble bootlicker, and indeed everyone posting here, is deeply grateful for the opportunity to participate, rant, whimper, whine, agree or disagree on these various DOMK sites.

am I cruel?

Developing delusions of equality is one of the greatest moral sins for My most favourite slave.
His punishment is days of groveling. I convert something the slave enjoyed into harsh discipline. Feeling as though I might again allow him to offer personal service, I will not maim or injure his body.
The slave is forbidden to walk or crawl. Movement is achieved by wriggling. The floors are smooth do not ease his punishment. Friction rubs his body. His flesh is raw. Uneven movement tugs at his skin, he bruises himself.
He must push his body to Me when I pass. Then he licks My sandals until kicked away. Shoe worship was his delight. His tongue has become worn and ragged. His mouth is coated with accumulated dirt and filth. Nastiness is overwhelming.
Dehydrated, he is desperate for fluid. His day began by licking My footprints from the floor. That was hours ago.
Exhausted, he can barely continue. I motivate My slave in two ways.
The sole of a sandal crushes his scrotal sac. I laugh at his agonizing spasms.
I have My flogger as well. He has burst into tears several times this morning. His body mops them up as he struggles forward.
The slave wants to beg for mercy.  If he pleaded for forgiveness, I might flog his back and shoulders.
Prostrate, he cannot grovel more obsequiously.
He is not guilty of pride. His informality was inadvertent. He realized his mistake instantly.
It was too late. 
A mere chattel, he was helpless before My pleasure. He could only cringe.
Despite his anguish and pain, he feels lucky. I might have tossed him in the pit. Or sentenced him to hard labor as a galley slave.
Personal punishment, taking so much of My time, gives him hope I will forgive him.