They give themselves over to Me. Completely. Mind, body soul. ALL of it. Wallet. Bank account. The important things. The intangible is of utmost value, the value that feeds our spirits and is the value that makes our relationships as utterly rich as they are. But, of course, to be worshipped and of meaning to you, a Goddess is made flesh. A flesh and blood Goddess has needs the intangible form does not, and meeting these needs are the utmost form of worship; just as offerings at an altar adorned with scents and light be were I intangible. As a Goddess I am aloft on a Divine pillar, and always will be, in any form, at any rate because I have MYSELF and this is what you NEED and CRAVE; but being close to Me in ANY respect comes from the support of these very pillars in the material world.
I relate the story of the hour, a tale of a piggybank who saved his piggy-points into a little bundle of a fantastic reward.
It was his birthday, and due to his faithful service and acceptance of the UTTER Financial Domination we both know is the ONLY way he can in fact afford himself (the unenlightened piggies can be downright STUPID enough to RUIN themselves financially without the guidance of a caring Goddess who also possesses basic wisdom), he's been granted a RARE opportunity to experience MY corporal blessings. My leather/suede/wooden kisses if you will.
Finances have already been set aside by him, as on this momentous occasion of his 32nd birthday, he realizes friends, family, and associates don't care for him as one he actively worships. How they've actually taken him on a downhill financial path instead of keeping his best interests in mind, and how his time is only truly fruitful when he answers the call of his true self and serves ME.
Since it is his birthday I did not ruin him. Merely enjoyed a dinner I appreciate, in proper subservient company. I ADORE tapas and Ba-Ba-Reeba is a decent place to go in Chicago, and it's not even bank breaking (see, I DO keep piggybank budgets in mind because when they sign over their financial responsibilities to Me I take it seriously and do what's best for Myself as well as them).
After My fill of margaritas, pintxos, jarras, lamb kebab, and OF COURSE patatas bravas, we retired to My quarters for some extra special birthday fun. As a special treat, he was in My presence and space, and thus allowed to be his true self. After donning his schoolgirl skirt and the ribbons I SO love to tie in his gorgeous, black, girly hair he was allowed to jump rope for My amusement and to burn off his own dinner of course. Then he was ready.
Benevolent as I am, I allowed him to pick his poison and he chose the whip. 2 whips. The short, soft, suede whip and my favorite long, black and red leather stinger. Teasing his cheeks for a moment with the soft delicate tips of My tassels put him into a delightful state of anticipation before the lashes truly began to rain down on him. Alternating twixt hard and soft, rapid and spaced, the pain spread warmly through him and brought him to a state of near ecstasy. The last few lashes completed him as he crumpled into a red-marked pile of exhaustion at My feet. Due to his display of UTTER SERVITUDE throughout the evening I allowed him to lick my boot.
He needed this, and left a fulfilled creature, who momentarily felt like a man through his service, relaxed, but now ready and eager to serve again, as he knows how pathetic he truly is and how he can't live without the sound of My voice commanding him, the feel of My hand in his pocket, the delight in My eyes as he pays up and serves me, and the touch of My lash when I am pleased with his tributes.
Jealous any? You SHOULD be. You can feel how worthless your life is without My guidance, how wasteful you are without My controlling your wallet, how empty you feel when you don't taste the pain I mercifully deliver, how much you LONG to be acknowledged by ME.
How can you get to this level of subservience with all its rewards? Of course an introduction is required, and can be sent to pannaforgold@gmail.com. This introduction should show Me how ready you are to be in My Divine Service. It should address Me in a manner fitting of my rank, so titles like Goddess, Queen, Your Highness, and Mistress are all fine. It should be brief but give Me an overview of your likes, dislikes, personality, interests, contact info, and links to any profiles you have.
THIS EMAIL IS USELESS UNLESS IT CONTAINS A MONEYPACK. Upon receipt of the Moneypack confirmation number and transfer of funds to MY account, we may begin charting the course of your path in MY service. THIS MONEYPACK IS REQUIRED FOR ME TO ACKNOWLEDGE YOUR LOWLY EXISTENCE. THE MORE YOU SPEND THE MORE OF MY TIME, ENERGY, AND GUIDANCE IS AVAILABLE, SO DON'T FOOL YOURSELF.
Another option, is of course, paying attention to my Amazon wishlist and some of the tributes I desire/require. http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/wishlist/ref=wish_list
This list should also clue you in to MY personality as well.
Need to know Me a little more? http://www.findoms.com/PannaForGold/
The sooner I hear from you in the appropriate manner, the sooner you'll be on the road to salvation. Good luck little piggybanks, you'll need it!
*A note on the whips-they were purchased at a shop somewhere in Amsterdam's Red Light District by one of My most faithful and trusted followers. I love them dearly, they've held up well, and he was Quite rewarded for his servitude.
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