Mistress Gaia – DIVINE DISCIPLINE: WORSHIP AND WHIPPING RITUAL – HD

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ITALIAN SPEAKING
Seated on my throne, I gaze down at the empty
space beneath me. But it won’t remain empty
for long.
“Come here, slave. Prostrate yourself before
me.”
He crawls at once, flattening his face to the
floor—just as he should. “Bring me my favorite
whip.”
He obeys, crawling away and returning with
bowed head. As he hands it to me, I let him
kiss the hand that holds it.
I rise. He lowers his head, trembling.
“I want to get down, slave.”
He instantly lies flat, face to the floor, and I
step down from the podium using his back.
“On your knees. Face away from my throne.”
And the game begins. The whip sings through
the air and lands on his back. I moan softly,
savoring every jolt of pain that runs through
him. From time to time, I walk up to him and let
him kiss my hands. Then the whipping
resumes—deeper, harder.
I strike until he collapses at my feet. “Beg for
mercy.”
And he does—not with words, but with kisses
on the ground I walk on.
I stroll slowly around the room. He crawls on
his stomach, kissing the floor where my feet
have stepped. He completes the full circle.
“Back on your knees. In front of the throne.”
The whip returns until he breaks completely,
whimpering, wrecked.
I use his back again to ascend to my throne. A
Goddess never walks.
This time, I allow him to kiss my divine feet—
every inch, in gratitude for the mercy I have
shown.
At the end, I hand him back the whip. He
kisses my hand. Then he may leave

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