Mistress Zaynab's
Diary
Thursday, October 30, 2008
now We're having fun!
Mistress had a lovely time today taking photos of My dear friend Sukia. And the beginning of the week was spent creating and updating web sites for all the Priestesses at Holy Mountain. If you look at Sukia's site, as well as Mistress Sophia's you'll see a few glimpses of My new play space!
I am feeling so positive these days, and so grateful for the wonderful servants that have fallen at My feet. I've been developing a cleansing regimen for My boys, and conjuring up endurance training rituals from the depths of My knowledge and experience. I am at home in My new playground, with the iPod playing, the incense burning, and a slave at My feet to bring My refreshments, fetch My mail, and rub My feet as I work away on our little business. Once in a while the faint sounds of flogger hitting flesh filter past the soundproof walls and into My office via the air ducts. I smile, knowing that all creatures around Me are enjoying themselves. Everything is in balance. I've never been so happy putting in 12 hour days in My life. Sometimes I spontaneously break out in dance.
The phone rings and I hear the voice of a seeker on the other end. The seekers are always polite and respectful. I want to bring them all here, place My hand on their chests and tell them that they are about to find what they've been looking for so long. I want to feel them melt inside as I burn away their mundane cares with My touch. Welcome. Be at home here like you've never been home before.
My little window shrine sits vibrating warmth and excitement, and the new altar awaits a fresh body to be sacrificed. I love to watch them squirm on their bellies, with each limb splayed across the great circle and bound with ropes (or sometimes held there simply by My will to keep them in place). If I roll them over, tender side exposed, I can see that they are already in a distant place inside themselves. My eyes draw them out only to take them deeper into oblivion.
In a mischievous mood, I decide to tickle this one until he nearly wets himself. He rolls with laughter and expels a gasping and sincere thank you when I'm done.
And what of the slave on hands and knees lapping up the puddle of golden nectar his open mouth could not hold? That mouth belongs to Me and I take great pleasure in finding ways to abuse it. He's learning to suppress his gag reflexes quite well.
I have never been so content with My sacred symbols placed carefully in every nook and cranny and My sacred rituals lasting hours, sometimes days.
The overnight slave waits so patiently on his mat, locked in his cell, anticipating the next phase of his journey. The sun goes down and I return after filling My belly with a delightful curry. He can hear the chains clanking against the steel of the bondage bed in the next room as I prepare. I guide him in and place him in the sling, ankles in the stirrups, hands tied to the ceiling like puppets on strings. His body rocks and swings forward and back against Me, as I open him so wide that My entire hand fits inside. He's eaten nothing for 24 hours. He's sipped only water from the fountain of My lips and My special champagne. Earlier I watched and critiqued as he was taken through an hour of one of the most demanding yogic practice. He was ritually bathed and rebirthed as next to nothing. A gaping zero, like the shape of any orifice I touch.
This is My new life and I am in a constant state of satisfaction.
So thank you to all who have contributed to this endeavor. I bless you tenfold.
with much affection,
MZ
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