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Ass worship at the Court

this story was written by the mysterious X (I call him Xenos) 
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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.