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)
