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THE PILGRIMAGE

The Femdom Pilgrimage is mandatory once every five years for all unowned slaves. The length of the journey is 1,000 miles (1,609 kilometres) and has to be completed on foot (the aid of any vehicle is prohibited). The slaves carry a Pilgrim Passport with them to be stamped (and checked!) several times a day. The many hostels, inns and lodgings along the route are run by Women. Don’t be surprised if you have to eat from the floor, sleep on a bed of nails, being smothered to sleep and slapped awake, because these lovely and hospitable hosts will stop at nothing to make your stay as uncomfortable as possible. Bless them! Sleeping rough is a criminal offence and will be dealt with appropriately and severely. And trust me, you don’t want to get in trouble with the Pilgrim Police! Yes, they are everywhere and they will check your documents again and again. And if they want you to clean their boots in the meantime, then do so without hesitation.
But let’s not dwell on that, just think of all the beautiful shrines you can visit along the way! The Temple of the Holy Boot for example or the Anal Altar, and, not to forget, the Urine Fountains, where pilgrims flock to quench their thirst.
I love the Pilgrimage, I really do. Because It’s such a beautiful way to live the dream of slavery to its fullest. I’m not just doing it because I have to, I’m doing it out of admiration for all Women. Yes, the paths can be steep and slippery, the weather can be foul and walking long distances can be exhausting … but that’s how it’s supposed to be! The journey should be challenging and humbling, so that we can become better slaves.
June 2176 – john

FEMDOM SHRINE

I don’t care how you do it, but you’re going to create a shrine in your house. An altar of adoration, a sacred place of worship. A shrine dedicated to your favourite Mistress for example, your favourite actress or one of your favourite fetishes. Even your favourite comic book character will do. Because let’s face it, boy, the chances of you ever even seeing, let alone serving a Mistress in real life are a million to one. Optimistically speaking.
We giggled and elbowed each other.
Anything goes, as long as the object of your affection makes you feel small and your dick feel big. A shrine can be anything, from a few pictures on the wall, a statue or figurine on a stand, the worn shoes of a Lady on a pedestal, to a decorated wall with framed pictures, an entire room with an altar, candles and whatnots. Next, place 100 slips of paper in a box. Fifty of the slips are marked 1 hour, thirty are marked 30 minutes and twenty are marked 15 minutes (additional: add to ten of them the words allowed to cum). This will decide how long your worship service will be that day. Because you will be at your shrine every day without fail. So, get to work and send me a picture when you’re finished!
A buzz filled the hall as we discussed what to create and who we would worship.

TEMPLE OF THE GODDESS

The Temple of the Goddess is Japan’s oldest Femdom temple, located in the Kyoto mountains, and is dedicated to all lifestyle Mistresses around the world. A few months ago the authorities finally granted me permission to stay, work and worship at the sanctuary for a few weeks. It’s more beautiful than I’d ever imagined and I wished I could stop the clock and be here forever. I rise at 4am every morning and wash and clean the boots of the 6-metre high statue of a Goddess in the inner sanctum. The statue is made of pure gold and is decorated with diamonds, rubies and sapphires. A couple of devotees wash Her legs, others Her hands etc. The Holy Guards are an elite and highly trained forse, licensed to kick, slap, smother, whip, cane and – no doubt – kill flies like me. They keep a sharp eye on everything. Thousands of male slaves visit the temple each day and offer food, flowers, money and gold to the Goddess. They all get a free meal, so most of the time I’m dishwashing, scrubbing and cleaning in the enormous kitchen. The highest authority of the temple, Princess Juri, arrives in the early afternoon and we all lie prostrate for Her for at least six hours. Sometimes She points at one of the slaves lying on the ground, and he will be punished right in front of Her. Without rhyme or reason as far as I know, but then again: She’s a living Goddess, I’m nothing. Slave T. April 2016.