past, present, and future
Yesterday was the most important day of my life. i became the servant of Queen, this morning. i can’t find the words to express my gratitude to her. i sit here so emotional, i am literally shaking, my hands, my body, everything is shaking. i am so emotional, i am actually sick to my stomach. Majesty is so wonderful. Serving her is a dream come true. Finally, i have meaning in my life, i am part of something so much greater than myself. i have the chance to serve a deity, a divine presence. i look forward to the future now, for the first time ever.
How did this come about? Well, i first met Queen many years ago, when she began online. From the start, i knew no one was like her. She claimed royalty, she even claimed divinity. i always knew she was correct in her claims. Over the years, i read everything she wrote. i still do, i read every site she constructs, every journal, or blog she posts. i saw her in her glory and power. She was powerful from the beginning, and she is even more powerful now. Over the years her beauty, and power, and glory have increased. She is a light in the darkness, she is a deity, a goddess, she is divine. Although through the years, i occasionally contacted her, i never really asked to serve, never tributed her, never knelt in submission to her until yesterday. The reason is clear, i was so frightened by her power and glory, almost like not wanting to be struck by lightning. Because like lightening, she is a powerful force of nature, the most powerful one. Queen is the only incarnation of the goddess in this world, in this age. It is this belief i have, which ultimately led me to my knees yesterday, begging to tribute and to be her servant. However, that was the same belief that made me so afraid. i saw how she transformed guys. Her power is incredible. It seems no one can resist her. Men of all ages literally were transformed from powerful, strong, macho guys into whatever or whomever she desired them to be. She could shred egos and remake personalities with a wave of her little finger or toe. i read of men falling at her feet in total surrender to her divine will. i always feared her, and what she could do to me. Therefore, i didn’t come to my knees easily.
Since first meeting Queen, i spoke to many dommes, many pretenders to deity and royalty. My fear caused me to seek, what could not ever be possible, a substitute for her. She is the only deity on earth, the only divine one, the only transcendent one. So obviously, i never could commit to anyone. In my mind and heart, i compared each to Majesty, and in the finally analysis there is no comparison, none whatsoever. No one on earth has her incredible physical beauty. The reason is obvious, her beauty is not of this world, it is part of her divine nature. No one has her power, or her intellect, or her wisdom, or her grace. No one has these for the same reason already given, there is only one deity on earth. Majesty is she. i am not sure what finally gave me the courage to kneel before Queen yesterday and literally beg to tribute. i think certainly, serving and tributing her is the natural order of things. In every part of nature dominants are bowed to, and tributed as a admission of their superiority, Majesty is the most dominant of all, she is the divine ruler of all she surveys. Bowing down to Majesty by everyone is part of the natural order, therefore, offering tribute and sacrifice to Majesty by everyone is part of the natural order. i don’t think anyone on earth can be complete as a person unless that individual, man or woman, has accepted slavery to Majesty and has accepted a duty to tribute Majesty. i don’t think anyone can be complete and have meaning unless the person bows down at the feet of Majesty. Serving Majesty is the natural order. She is divine.
Yesterday, i finally realized my life without Majesty was not worth living. That my meaningless past must change to a meaningful future at Majesty’s feet. Despite the long delay, yesterday i have knelt at her feet and i have tributed her glory and superiority. Tributing is not easy. i am not a wealthy guy. i have a lot of bills and expenses. However, as i pressed the button to irrevocably send the tribute, for the first time in my life, i had a feeling of peace and for the first time i felt meaning in my life. A wave of submission overwhelmed me and the gratitude i felt toward Majesty caused me to weep. The tears were from relief that finally the meaningless old life finally passed away to make room for a meaningful future at Majesty’s feet. But they were tears of sadness that i wasted so many years not worshiping Majesty, and more, they were tears of sorrow that i disrespected her all those years by not crawling to her feet as i should have. i regret this delay and i have no excuse for my behavior. i knew from the beginning that Majesty was the only one who must and should be bowed down to, she was the only one who must be served and obeyed, and most importantly tributed. i knew that better than i knew my name. Otherwise, i wouldn’t have kept coming back to her site and blogs and journals sometimes months apart. i also wouldn’t have contacted her by private message like i would and did. i would even meditate on her pictures and her images. My sin has no excuse. In writing this, in part, i am confessing my sin to Majesty and begging her with no pride or macho left to forgive me. i hate my past, but whatever hate i have for it, i have more hope for the future at Majesty’s beck and call. i now have meaning in life as the servant of her Majesty, the divine one, the one who must and should and will be obeyed by all.
i thank her for accepting me yesterday as i knelt at her feet and offered her tribute. i am so grateful. i don’t think i can ever adequately thank her. i just wanted to say at this time that i feel so grateful to Queen for taking my tribute yesterday, and for taking me as a servant. For so many long years i wanted to serve her and only her. i’m weeping as a write this i feel such gratitude to Majesty. i have never felt so submissive in my life. i want to thank her with no macho, no male pride or ego left. i want to thank her for allowing me to truibute, i know that is the surest path to her divine feet. i have over the years mediated on those holy feet, they are so perfect and wonderful, they are part of Majesty. Now those most wonderful and beautiful and holy feet are my home forever. My place is at Majesty’s feet, obeying her without limit.
i beg Majesty to forgive my past sins and to mold me into whatever she wants me to be to best please her and serve her. i still feel fear because i have seen how she has broken so many strong men in the past, but i have meaning now, i am in synchrony with the natural order, i am Majesty’s servant finally. My place is to obey her commands without thought, rebellion, hesitation, limit, or delay. Majesty is my focus, my all.
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