This is a message and photo sent to me from a loyal Australian servant. Read and learn from the kneeling slaves mistakes .... ______________________________________________________ Hello Goddess, I went for a walk along the beach today and came across this huge rock formation. It looks like a kneeling slave. I was thinking about you of course, so I wrote a story about it for you. I hope you like it. (photo below) There is a sacred place where an adventurous man can seek an audience with the Goddess. It is marked by the Kneeling Slave, a monument shrouded in myth and intrigue. Ancient legend tells of an old warrior wandering the world, searching for a Mistress to tame his wild heart. Even in his time, long ago, the location of the sacred path of the Goddess was a secret held closely by those who worshipped her. Enraged, not able to gain the knowledge to seek her domination, the man searched the face of the earth for 3000 days and 3000 nights, never resting, never slowing in his quest. Until one day, one glorious day, on the edge of death, the warrior finally came to the shores of the sea. A whispered rumour had informed him the Goddess would find him here. Peering down at the warrior, the Goddess pondered the fate of this sad and lonely man. Benevolent at heart, she showed herself to him. “Slave, what is it that you seek?” Her voice caressed down into the warrior’s ears, laying tendrils into his brain, energy flowing throughout his body. Her beauty stole his heart and quieted his racing mind. Strength returned to his muscles, his heart-beat pounded in his ears. Proudly and with vigour he knelt before the image of Her and raised his voice. “Mistress, I kneel to you, I wish to serve you. I would have you watch my webcam as I shove random things up my butt. Order me to cum, make me dress as a sissy boy. My only limits are scat and blood. I will obey. I will do ANYTHING for you!” The Goddess was infuriated by yet another weak male trying to use her for his selfish sexual urges, she summoned all of her vast power. Eyes narrowing, She concentrated her rage. Kneeling, head lowered, waiting for a response, the warrior was completely unaware of his selfish nature and the fate about to befall him. A weak gasp escaped his lips, his final pathetic utterance. He was turned to stone! The final image emblazoned in his mind for all eternity was the Goddess enraged at having her time wasted by yet another selfish male, and filled with disappointment. A warning to all who seek the Goddess’ path, he now kneels for eternity, bound in stone. True submission is to think of Goddess before anything else, lest of all ones own worthless desires. Should you be fortunate enough to stumble upon the Goddess in this lifetime, heed the warning of the Kneeling Slave, do not come begging to fulfil your own petty needs. Ask only what you can do for Her, willing nothing in return. This is true submission. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It is too late for "the kneeling slave" to learn, but not too late for you.