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| i was james. now i am nothing. i has been replace by "it." it is the hopeful servant and slave to the glorious Goddess Mother beautiful domme, whose name speaks only a little of the Truth. Beautiful and dominant, yes, but She is the Way, its salvation and savior. it freely gives its life to Her in tribute to Her perfection. In Her wisdom She has shown it the true meaning of slavery, through Her brilliant mind, Her use of submales and Her divine cruelty. this slave has erected an altar to Her glory, has sacrificed its flesh to honor Her, has and will starve itself for Her greater glory. each day it kneels at Her image and worships Her as the living deity, whipping its skin, praying to Her. No Woman in Herstory has the appeal of Goddess Mother, nor the power. A simple look at Her lovely eyes reduces it to the nothing it is; and a smile from Her incredible lips makes it swoon and long to suffer ever further. Her body is the pinnacle of excellence, each contour a work of art. She is Magnificent. She is Power. She is Perfect! All power comes from and goes through Goddess Mother. All it possesses will be Hers. The flesh of its skin is a small price to pay to be within Her sphere of influence. Her evil is matched by Her generosity; Her existence is something all true slaves should applaud. were it up to this slave, stadiums would be filled with Her worshippers. it raises its arm in salute to all She is and will be! Power to Goddess Mother!
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