by Supreme Goddess Lorena
(Video: Goddess Party)
I am a strong believer in REAL Domination and Female Supremacy
so I rarely let the vanilla world and the public eye interfere
with how I live the lifestyle. Although, there are of course times
when I cannot show it at all so as often as I am able to I will
train and treat My slaves accordingly no matter where We/we are.
There are ways to do this without others knowing what We/we are
doing and there are also ways to hint about it if I do in fact
want others to know. For instance, I always have My slaves open
doors for Me, carry My bags, put My seat belt on for Me, and ask
permission before eating in a restaurant and before ordering a
coffee or an alcoholic beverage. Those are just some of the small
hints. Read what daring things I have done.
-In My early twenties I had slapped a slave when I found out he
had made duplicate photos of Me on several occasions without telling
Me when he had taken them in for photo processing. I found that
I couldn't get enough of slapping him. he was the first man I
ever slapped (he should realize now what an honour that was).
I couldn't enjoy it at the time because I was too mad at him but
I noticed that even days later I would just slap him out of the
blue when the thought of what he had done had angered Me again.
The last time I did it I knocked his glasses right off his face.
-When I was twenty-five, one of My slaves was misbehaving in Stanley
Park so I ordered him off the inner trail and into the woods.
As I was beating his ass with a twig and he was bent over a large
stump two RCMP on horses came into the wooded area to either watch
Us/us or to stop Me. I had failed to notice them earlier and I
guess they must have seen Us/us go off into the woods. My slave
pulled up his pants feeling quite embarrassed and I was worried
what these male, and possibly chauvenistic, cops would do. Surprisingly
they just gave Us/us disapproving glares then they rode away.
This slave was the first slave I had marked with My mark of ownership.
-In the summer of 1997 at a special function in a bar there had
been a belly dancer dancing around the bar patrons. I ordered
My slave to approach Her and to ask Her to teach him to dance
like that. he relunctantly did as I had asked and he entertained
the patrons quite well with his swinging hips. The memory of it
had inspired Me to write about it in one of My writings.
-When camping with other campers I tied up one of My slaves and
put duct tape over his mouth so that no one would hear him. I
then tortured him until I grew bored of it. he had to try hard
not to make any noise in fear that someone might hear Us/us. What
a fun challenge that was! I tried to make him scream but he held
back very well indeed and it made Me feel quite proud of him.
-In the Okanagon out in the middle of a public lake I threw My
dog slave a stick a few times and made him swim out to get it
and to bring it back between his front teeth, while everyone watched.
-My pony slave gave Me shoulder rides at a Vancouver Beach and
also as Skaha Lake in Penticton. I also made him carry Me from
the shore and into the water that way. he would walk Me out all
the way until his head was under water then he would wait for
Me to slowly glide off of his shoulders and swim away from him.
he would have to hold his breath until I was far enough away from
him so that he could come up to the surface to take a breath of
air. (One of My favorite games). I would of course take My own
sweet time gliding off of his shoulders and to swim away from
him.
-At a Vancouver Flea Market I ordered one of My slaves to get
down and kiss My feet. We/we were standing right in the middle
of a very busy aisle with people all around Us/us. he did so without
any complaint at all and he even took his time down there. (What
a good slave.) It was fun shocking a huge number of vanilla people
like that. (I'm sure I am often the subject of conversation at
many of their dinner parties now.)
-I made one slave accompany Me into a public Women's washroom.
No one was inside besides Us/us as he drank My golden nectar in
one of the stall but before We/we finished a Woman came in. We/we
held our breathes in fear and waited as She peed in the stall
beside Us/us. Then She left. To this day I'm curious to know if
She had heard Us/us in the other stall or not.
-I rode My pony slave down a forest path then let him deeper into
the woods where there were many dead fallen trees. I made him
jump them all over and over again and I whacked him on his rear
with My crop each time he passed Me. he was ordered to continue
until I told him to stop. Boy, was he out of practise! he had
looked like he was going to pass out but luckily he didn't because
I still needed a ride home.
-I took a new slave to a "normal" bar in Vancouver.
I wore My black leather dress which seemed to attract all the
right kinds of men that night. One man asked Me to dance and he
kept pawing at Me as We/we danced so I kicked him in the balls
in front of everyone. he seemed to like it because he continued
to paw at Me and so I kept kicking him. This went on for quite
some time. I was amazed when no bouncer kicked Us/us off the dance
floor but I was even more amazed when the same man asked Me to
dance with him again a few more times that night. Another man
bumped into Me when I was sitting on a stool. he had spilled a
bit of his drink on My feet and shoes. I gave him a dirty look
and he immediately apologized and used his shirt to wipe My shoes
and feet clean. his nearby friends laughed at him but the guy
doing it was quite serious about it and I was overly impressed.
(I should have got his number!)
-In the summer of 2001, I granted one of My slaves the honour
of taking Me to an all day outdoor concert. I made him carry Me
on his shoulders for most of the entire day and I recall how much
attention We/we drew from onlookers. Even the band members kept
staring at Us/us while they played. They evidently realized that
there was something very different about Us/us. At times it inspired
other couples to follow suit but the men could not keep at it
as long as they hoped. There was always a disappointed look on
the Woman's face when the man would set Her down and I could see
them apologize to the Women. It was nice being able to be carried
high like a Queen on a throne and for it to be acceptable in the
public eye. There have been several times in the past when I have
made a slave carry Me in this way for fireworks. Both men and
Women have been in awe of it and many of those Women had even
commented to Me about it with envy. If only they would just make
their men do the same for them.
-In November 2001, I had been standing on the sidewalk of a public
residential street at night time when I had commanded one of My
slaves to get down on his hands and knees and to kiss My booted
foot. he knew he had no choice but he also feared being seen so
he quickly looked around him and then he obeyed and kissed My
booted foot and then stood back up again. I was pleased with his
level of obedience and devotion. Not only had he not looked around
him very well or for very long but while he had kissed it someone
could have easily driven by or come out of a home and they would
have seen him. But his devotion did not stop there. The very next
day We/we had been at Oakridge shopping mall in Kerrisdale and
after he helped Me into the passenger seat of the car in the mall's
outdoor parking lot, he bend over and kissed My pantyhosed legs
where I sat in the car and with the car door wide open. he did
not even care to first look for anyone who might see. Instead
all he cared about was to show Me that he worshipped Me and that
he was willing to risk getting caught in order to prove his devotion.
I was very impressed. I will always feel proud of what he did
that day.
-In November 2001, I walked into a shoe store in downtown Vancouver
and immediately the Female salesclerk greeted Me as I walked by
Her and over to where the boots were. As I admired one pair of
boots, a young salesman in his twenties walked up to Me and asked
if he could be of assistance. I immediately commanded him to get
Me a pair of the boots that I had been admiring and in My shoe
size. he scurried away and went to go get the pair. Right away
this made Me think about the latest video I filmed, "Mistress's
Footslave". I recalled the similar scene in which I had walked
into a shoestore and made the clerk cater to Me. The thought of
the similarity made Me smile. The young clerk came out of the
storage room with a box in his hands so I sat down on the chair
to try them on. he dropped the box of boots down on the floor
beside the chair and then began to walk away. I didn't waste a
second. I thought to Myself, 'What have I got to lose? The worst
is that maybe he'd laugh smugly at My suggestion and then try
to find a way out of it and then walk away.' So I took a chance
and looking up at him I said with absolute confidence, "Aren't
you going to put them on Me?" I expected him to be shocked
by the request and to say no. But instead he hesitated only for
a split second as he thought about the question and then he replied,
"Oh. Okay, sure." he then dropped down on his knees
and took the boots out of the box. he did everything he could
do to be of assistance. Even when I took My ankle boots off he
helped with the zipper and with pulling them off Me. Also, when
the new boots would not go on easily and I assumed he would give
up and have Me take over for him, he did not and he continued
to struggle with them. I was very impressed. I tried to help him
in return by educating him on how to remove and put boots on someone
more easily. Eventually the other clerks in the store noticed
what was going on but the two Female clerks in the store said
and did nothing about it. However, the heavier set older male
clerk in his late twenties to early thirties could not resist
the temptation. he walked right up to Us/us and started smirking
at the young clerk with a teasing smug attitude. he chuckled at
what he was witnessing and said to Me, "How is he doing?"
I just looked up at the wise ass and cooly said to him, "Watch
out or I'll have you do it next!" Another male clerk walk
past and had overheard what I had said to the older clerk. he
smiled at Me and then gave the wise ass clerk a scolding look
as if to warn him that I was serious about the threat. So the
wise ass clerk walked off, deciding to give up on teasing the
young helpful clerk.
After the young clerk successfully got both boots on My feet,
I walked over to the tall mirror to see how they looked on Me
and he followed Me. he tried to go for a bigger profit by showing
Me a purse that he thought matched the boots but I told him to
try it on himself instead and then perhaps I might consider buying
it. So he played along by swinging it over his shoulder and he
got into character with the purse, not minding the teasing one
bit. he smiled happily at Me as he asked Me how it looked on him.
It was quite obvious that he was not gay and that he was just
trying his best to please Me by doing whatever I asked of him.
I was impressed with his ability to obey all of My requests without
feeling embarrassed, even with all the other clerks watching Us/us.
In the end I decided to buy the pair of boots but I know I would
not have wanted them so much if it hadn't been for how impressed
I was with the young male clerk's effort and willingness to please
Me.
he walked Me over to the counter so I could purchase the boots
and then he slowly backed away to let the two Female clerks take
over and ring in the sale. After he walked away, one of the Female
clerks behind the counter asked Me with a straight expression
on Her face, "Were you happy with his service?" She
waited with upmost sincerity for My opinion. She wasn't smiling
or being smug about what he had done for Me and She also wasn't
asking it casually as though She asked everyone that very same
question. She acted as though I might be someone very important
and that My opinion counted for everything. So I decided to answer
the question as sincerely as She had meant it. I pretended to
think about it for a second and then I replied, "Yes."
The two Ladies showed a sign of relief in their faces. It was
a priceless moment. They were like two Goddesses in Femaria, wanting
to make sure that a fellow Goddess was pleased with their slave's
service. I wanted to take them all home with Me to show them a
world they would appreciate. But alas, I could not. So I just
smiled at them and paid for My boots and started to leave. The
young salesman heard that I was pleased with his service and did
not want Me to leave without showing his gratitude. he quickly
rushed behind the counter to stand by the Women and faced Me.
he pleaded with Me to report to his boss about his efforts. I
told Me I might do so. I then turned to leave and he said, "Please
come again." I knew he truly meant it. So I looked back at
him and informed him that I may very well return for a second
pair of the boots but in the other colour they were available
in. his face lit up and he replied that he hoped I would indeed
return for them. I then left the store feeling very pleased with
all that had just happened. I thought 'If only they knew who I
was.' I also wanted to stuff that naturally subservient young
salesclerk in the bag along with the boots and carry him home
with Me. As I walked away, I also realized that I had just made
that scene from My latest video "Mistress's Footslave"
come to life. I was astonished with that fact. Now that video
will mean more to Me than any of the others. I had made a scene
in a fetish video come true. Nothing can replace that moment in
history.
Alright, maybe something...
Two weeks later I returned. Regrettably, that same young clerk
was not working this time and even the Female clerks were not
the same. But there was another young male clerk working there
instead. So I decided to try to have fun with him also. I ordered
him to get Me another pair of those boots but in the other colour.
But a problem soon arose and interfered with My plans. I wanted
a special price so he had to get the assistance of the Female
boss. From that moment on She took over with helping Me, much
to My disappointment. However, as I was trying on the boots I
had to keep lifting My legs up high in order to pull them on because
they were such a snug fit and as I was doing that I forgot that
I was wearing a dress. I soon realized that mistake because the
young male clerk came out of the storage room and as he walked
My way he looked at Me, suddenly stopped in his tracks, and he
had a shocked look on his face. I noticed he had seen up My dress.
So I put My leg back down but I noticed him pausing where he was
and trying to get another look. I eventually took pleasure in
tormenting him in this way so I continued to 'struggle' with the
boots. he of course did not realize what an honour it was for
him to be seeing the pantyhose and panties that only My slaves
could see and that these items I was wearing were the very same
ones that slaves would soon order from Me in order to worship
them. If only he knew what a rare privilege he had been granted.
But this amusing event did not compare to the first time I had
entered the store. I am determined to return once again to seek
out My subservient footslave salesclerk.
Copyright © 2001, 2004 Supreme Goddess
Lorena of Goddessclub.com, All Rights Reserved.
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