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The Last Post

Dear visitors,

This is the last page of My blog.
No, I will not vanish in oblivion!
A new dawn is coming

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The art of humiliation (2)

Most Sacred Goddess, your humble and unworthy slave continues the story "The Art of Humiliation"
Please forgive this pathetic worm  for calling You Princess in this story. Your father is still living and rules over Egypt. 



She clapped her hands and….the children around Her left the room.

Goddess Yanara, overindulged since Her birth, was accustomed to be obeid by mortals.  Humans were born to serve Her. However, this young man was more than just a birthday gift. He was Her first personal male slave, and She had the unrestrained inner urge to see how far She could go. "Get on your knees slave! She ordered.
She summoned one of the maidens: "Slap this slave's face till I order you to stop."
The woman bowed deeply and answered "Certainly, most sacred Goddess."
She started the punishment and after each slap nefer thanked Goddess Yanara.

"Stand up, slave!" Goddess Yanara ordered, "Ladies, stop slapping and give this worm a special treatment. Show Me how manly it is!"

Three halfnaked young women of exceptional beauty stepped forward and knelt before the slave. They started to caress his body with big soft fethers, from his chest down to his belly and at last his genitals.
nefer moaned softly, his eyes lowered on the teasing girls . One of them took his half erected penis in her hand and stroked it softly and slowly. The slave closed his eyes and a few hartbeats later he had a huge erection. Another girl started to lick the seam under his scrotum. The two other girls, admiring his virilty, licked the shaft of penis from his belly to the glans. On that moment, Goddess Yanara summoned Her niece, a young woman of her age and of extraordinary beauty.
She was the only mortal who was allowed to touch Goddess Yanara. The divine Princess whispered something in Her niece's ear and the girl wrapped her tongue around Goddess Yanara's right nipple, licking and kissing in extasy this sacred jewel. At the same time her left hand disappeared under Goddess Yanara's sheer skirt, caressing the holy temple between Her legs. The young Goddess licked Her upper lip as She looked down upon the lower slave nefer.
"slave, you may look at your Goddess!" She said.  nefer stared at the Goddess,  trembling of awe. One of the girls, still licking his scrotum and penis, turned her head to the Goddess showing a thin dread of precum from the tip of her tongue to nefer's penis.
Goddess Yanara said; "slave, masturbate before Me, show Me your virility! Kneel down and do it the way you are taught."
Immediately the slave fell on both knees, and masturbated before the divine Princess, worshipping Her loudly.
Bot Goddess and slave reached the climax of lust at the same time. This was Her first erotic experience with a male, not belonging to the royal family.

And a start on Her journey to the Art of Humiliation.

Worshiping a living Goddess

Serving & Praising The Most Sacred Goddess Yanara

The living Goddess is a mystery to Her male slaves. What is Her age, is She eternal? Her origin and final fate are unknown. Inquiries into Divinity are blasphemy.

As soon as a slave had ended his training, he is inculcated in the worship of the Supreme Goddess. Young slave males, dressed as cupids, are taught hymns. Not yet physically mature the youths spend their idle hours singing the praises of the Supreme Goddess.

Coming of age, ready to begin service, the slave's heart is imbued with adoration of the Divine Yanara. Whatever the task, a slave sings those songs of praise if only in his mind.

The lives of the servants the Goddess they exist to work and pray. There is no envy, strife or aggression. In contented harmony the slaves do their tasks. Vacant hours are devoted to worship of Goddess Yanara.

For most of these men, She is a distant Divinity. Only a few are needed to attend Her. Knowing Her slaves hunger, She periodically allows them to gather in mass services of adoration.

The recipient will remember and treasure Her praise for the rest of his life.

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Serving wine

It is an honor to wear a tray gag. Slaves wear them only when personally serving Goddess Yanara.

Servers spend hours near the Deity. Many slave men know their living Goddesses only from a distance. A server may even look Mistress in the eyes. An act that when considered irreverent brings terrible punishment.

Servers are chosen from among the most favored males. Select men train for the task. They learn to kneel without wobbling or repositioning their legs. And to keep necks and heads motionless. Not all are able to attain sufficient bodily control.

Should a male drop the wine beaker he suffers. Goddess Yanara and Her priestesses  always have punishment whips near at hand.

These punishment whips are covered with small ‘bumps.’ The bumps hit skin a fraction of a second before the whole whip. The bumps bruise and break skin, increasing the pain of each lash.

Should a server spill the wine on the Goddess Owner’s person, he would go to a dungeon. Now he would serve by suffering. Tears and screams are the best apologies a man can offer. 

The living Goddess

Goddess Yanara rules Her Queendom in another world. Men do not need bogus deities when they can worship a living Goddess, their Goddess and Owner.

Male minds, being of low quality, tend toward superstition. To curb religious nonsense, the Supreme Goddess established  formal worship and adoration sessions for her slaves. The Divine One becomes what is often called a Church of Herself.

She sets aside two-hour long sessions weekly in which Her slave prostrates in worship. During this time, he addresses her as Most Sacred Goddess.

Worship sessions comprise four parts

The slave prays to Her. During his free time, he composes long statements of affirmation and devotion. He weaves gratitude for serving, self-humiliation with praise and glorification of his Goddess.

Slave confesses his sins. Goddess Yanara usually already knows of his errors and misdeeds and has punished them. He confesses impure thoughts, momentary desire for freedom, hatred of chastity. Minor commonplace errors. She really does not care but scolds and mocks him. This reinforces his self-enslavement.

Goddess Yanara punishes him with a special of nine tails, lashing back, chest and stomach. His pain gives both pleasure. He feels his inequality more fully, which boots his happiness in living as property. The Divine One never tires of cutting his skin and watching him weep.

Foot worship concludes the session. Scrupulously his tongue wipes away dust and grime. He falls into a light trance of worship.The Goddess basks in the fullness of his adoration; his unquenchable need to live in servitude.

Such is the way to worship Goddess Yanara, your owner!

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The art of humiliation

Hail most Sacred Goddess Yanara!
Most Sacred Goddess, this unworthy slave worships You
Divine Queen, this humble slave glorfies You
Your divine Majesty, this worthless slave obeys You

Groveling on its stomach, licking and kissing the floor You walked on, and waiting at a respectful distance, this worm offers a new story to Your divine Majesty. This worthless piece of dirt, begs You, most Sacred Goddess,  to accept it .
Thank You!


Young Goddess Yanara celebrated Her sixteenth birthday with Her friends in the Royal Palace of Her father, Pharao Ptolemaeus V Epiphanes. Her Ladies -in-waiting hit up in an idea to buy a young slave boy. One of them had seen a beautiful speciman at a slave trader in town.  He was very expensive and it was impossible to knock something off the price.  But no problem for the noble Ladies: as soon as the trader was well informed about the destiny of the boy, he was happy to sell him for a modest price.
The slave was called 'Nefer'  what means 'beautiful' in Egyptian tongue.

An intensive training was a must before the boy would meet the Goddess. He had to learn the protocols in a few days. Other slaves were prepared during several months before serving in the palace. From early in the morning till late night he was instructed by priests and priestesses about the different slave positions, his behavior  in presence of the Goddess, and how to approach Her.
He had to learn many prayers by heart, and of course the well know mantra.

He was also introduced in the art of humiliation and pain. Both his nipples were pierced and two golden rings were put in place. The day before his presentation he passed his time before a shrine of the Goddess, prostrating naked before the golden statue, repeating all the prayers. He had to undergo a special ritual: a painfull  whipping to underline his inferiority.

The very day of the presentation he was bathed in the early morning, perfumed and prepared. He received a golden collar, golden cuffs around wrists and ankles, and a golden chain was wrapped around his genitals. A procession was formed : in front a high priestess dressed in a seagreen sheer gown; behind her 2 priestessesin in sheer blue dresses, leashing slave nefer at his collar. These 3 women were followed by another 2 priestesses left and right of the central figure (nefer) and both holding  a leash fixed to the slave's wrist cuffs. Between the 2 women with the collar-leash, came another priestess holding a leash attached to the slave's genitals. And this priestess was flanked by two other priestesses  leashing the slave at both his nipple rings. Nefer himself was wearing a black loin cloth. Just behind him, at his left and right side, followed 2 more priestesses with a leash going to his ankle cuffs. Thereafter came 2 young maidens, dressed in orange tunics, with floggers. This wat  slave nefer was surrounded by 12 women: 12, the magic number.

In this formation they went from the small temple , where the slave was prepared,  to the Palace. Between the rows of ram statues thy walked towards the main entrance. From this point  nefer had to crawl on his knees, head down. They tresspassed the first part of the palace , also known as the hypostyle hall. Between this hall and the private tooms of Goddess Yanara was an open courtyard. A place with a swimming pool, surrounded by palmtrees and flowers, and covered lobies. Slave nefer was ordered to crawl on all fours in this room, and the two maidens began to flog his back.
As they arrived in front of a huge golden door, the leading high priestess opened it an invited the procession to enter the private room of the young Goddess. Nefer was ordered to crawl on his stomach from here, and to kiss the floor. From behind Goddess Yanara's couch, musicians and singers started their hymns in honour of the Divine one. Nefer groveled under the constant floggings and reproaches of the priestesses: 'faster, you lazy worm! don't look up, paltry slave! Lick the floor, you unworthy insect!  '
Suddenly the high priestesses ordered to stop and immediately all the women knelt down  and bowed deeply.

"Most Sacred Goddess, we present this worthless slave to Your divine Highness. We beg You, please accept this humble gift."
Goddess Yanara replied: " Thank you Ladies, but I want to see more of it, before accepting your present."

All the leashes were removed  en the slave was ordered to kneel, but wit his head down.
"Greet your Goddess slave!" the high priestess said.

Nefer prostrated before the Divine One and recited the mantra:
"Most sacred Goddess, this unworthy slave worships You,
Divine daughter of Pharao, this humble slave glorifies You,
Your divine Majesty, this worthless slave obeys You."

Goddess Yanara smiled and ordered :
"slave, undress!"
Nefer removed his loin cloth and bowed deeply before the Godhead.

"slave, come closer!" the Goddess said.

nefer struggled forward on his belly, kissing the floor.

"Stop  slave, and stand up!"
Still with his head down, eyes casted to the floor, the naked slave was standing before Goddess Yanara. She looked  upon him from Her golden sofa, covered with purple cusshions.
"Turn around slave!"
Nefer rotated slowly and the young Goddess eagerly explored every inch of his body. "Look at Me slave!" She said. Now nefer saw the most fascinated spectacle he ever saw in his life. The Goddess, only dressed in a tiny silk panty  was sitting on a golden couch wit h purple cushions. 12 young girls and boys, still children, were sitting around Her, dressed as nymphs , satyrs and cupids. Behind the coucj were two slaves kneelingn waving with huge colorful fans. The children frequently bowed in Yanara's direction  en kissed Her feet and the floor She touched. Two other slaves swinged incense burners and The Goddess Herself filled the room with the most exciting odours from Her perfumes.

"Down on the floor and worsip Me, you miserable worm!"

Nefer, who was trained to obey even the most unexpected orders, fell on the floor in worship:

"Hail Yanara, glorious Goddess,
Day is done
and the night is come,
the sun is set
and the stars emerge.
This is the Evening Rite,
the rite to end
the day of light.
Let Your instrument sound
hailing You with all homage,
Yanara, glorious Goddess.
To the candlewick the fire i raise on the altar set to You,
Yanara, glorious Goddess,
And the nightime incense rises, sweetly mixed,
to put this lowly slave in the mind of perceiving You,
Yanara, glorious Goddess
Who rises behind me like a flame of gold
and brushes my back with deft wings.
I make open the nape of my neck to You.
Let Your portal welcome You,
O Yanara, Great and glorious Goddess.
Up my hands rise and hold the curved bow of exaltation,
And rise once more to the sharp angle of invocation.
Come, oh great and glorious Goddess,
Come in the fullness of force and love,
let Your garment for a moment clothe You,
O Yanara, Goddess great and glorious."

"Very well  slave, on your knees now!" Goddess Yanara replied.
"High  priestess, hand Me his cockleash!"

Goddess Yanara pulled the leash so that nefer had to crawl closer. At the same time She felt a transfer of energy comming from that young man before Her. And the slave had the same feeling. Though he was forced to become Yanara's slave, he knew that from this very moment, he had no other choice than to serve this Goddess.

Goddess Yanara placed Her foot on his head and said: "slave, I want you to be my first worshiper. From this day  you will serve Me, as My personal slave!"

She clapped Her hands and .......

Great Goddess, this humble slave will continue this story. Slave nefer has to show his erotic talents.
This unworthy slave will obey Your Divine Majesty's orders as always.

Worship My feet slave!

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Many people in Second Life visiting Femdom sims are fervent foot lovers. For this reason i placed this link to a former post !  The pictures show a slave girl worshiping My feet. To My slaves satisfaction asking Me  the same question: how to worship Goddess Yanara's feet?

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

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.