My wardrobe

People often ask Me where i find the elegant gowns I wear.
Well,  I am a fan of BaiiMaii
On this page I will publish all My BaiiMaii dresses? Enjoy.

The chosen one

A kneeling male slave kisses a superior Deity’s foot. The collar and the chain that She holds are an honor of sort. This slave  has been chosen from so many to be one of Goddess Yanara's personal attendant slaves.

Why has he been allowed to become a more intimate servant, How has he achieved the highest status possible for a member of the Court?

His eyes seem to express sheer wonder that so glorious a being exists. His every gesture reflects a genuine humility. His speech has a tremulous fear that he can never adequately serve Her. His manner embodies an anticipatory contrition at the mere possibility that he might not be perfectly pleasing.

Humble demeanor and behavior are demanded of all slave men. Some quality of his anxiety satisfies a yearning buried deep within Goddess Yanara's psyche. She enjoys slaves’ fear. Fear that is within certain bounds and would only reinforce service, never hinder it.

She will subject him to special tests. He wouldn’t have been chosen if She felt he could not pass them.

Should he fail the slave would be returned to the Court, his heart crushed and ego destroyed.

Crawling Throne

Most of Goddess Yanara's male slaves are commodities, objects, chattels, things – lower slaves. She never asks such a slave how he feels. Goddess Yanara doesn't care.

The rules made by the Supreme Goddess cancelled male personhood. Her slaves learned to adapt to their lowly status. The slave knows that the Goddess is his and he has to accept all of Her whims. Rigid protocols limit his behavior. The least variation earns punishment. Knowing no other life, Her slaves accept their enslavement as just. Feel no resentment. Only gratitude and worship. Imperfect slaves inevitably earn discipline. 

Goddess Yananra's lower slaves live as light stands. Or faces on the floor are shoe cleaners. Other become human chairs. Slave bodies can be bent and twisted into so many amusing shapes. Perpetual muscle and joint pain prompts no compassion.

About these human  chairs: this slave's punishment, or is it a favour, is known as the Crawling Chair.

The Sacred Goddess sits on him all day. If She needs to go to another room, She stabs him with a sharp shoe heel. Or yanks an earlobe, pinches his nose. He never knows what She will do next.

His offence: looking at Her face without permission. The punishment may seem harsh. Goddess Yanara acts on whims.

She does not mind the noises he makes when desperate for more air. And laughs when his stomach growls. (He cannot eat until the end of the day.)

If he crawls too slowly, She stands. Grabs a whip and a little bit later later, She feels refreshed; he, renewed motivation.

Goddess Yanara enjoys using him as Crawling Chair. It combines function with fun.

Tomorrow morning She will surprise him. Instead of fetching drinks and fruit, he will spend the rest of his life on hands and knees as the Divine Queen's conveyance.

Happy 2018