HOME | DD

Description
Veronica was the Goddess who had shaped me and given me life. She works in the fine arts and molded me to be her adoring slave. She breathed life into me.

When I opened my eyes she stood before me, gigantic like a Greek Goddess and her bare feet in front of me with nails painted light pink like rose petals.

She told me that she was my Goddess, my creator, and that the only reason for my existence was to worship her properly as she deserves for being the most beautiful woman in town.

She gives me the order to bow before her feet and a will arises within me that doesn't feel like mine, and my knees just bend without me wanting them to. She tells me to prostrate before her feet until she orders me to stop and I hold my hands up and begin to worship her feet.

Inside me there is a feeling of pleasure in obeying my Goddess even though to me it doesn't seem to make any sense. She sits barefoot on the floor and shows me her majestic soles, perfectly clean as a Goddess should be and tells me to kiss her feet and only stop after she has finished her work. I quickly follow my queen's orders and throw myself at her feet and start kissing them. I cannot tell you how wonderful it feels to serve my goddess while standing under her magnificent feet.

While I adore her feet I couldn't help but notice that the work she is doing is a statue of herself and wonder why she was doing it. She looks at me, seeing my curious face, and tells me that that statue was so that I and others she creates can worship her while she is away, prostrating before her and praying to her, and also says that she knows everything we think as well as our exact location, after all, she is our Goddess. She also says that she intends to make an army of worshipping slaves who can inflate her ego by kissing the places she steps on.

Who would like to join this army with me and worship our Goddess Veronica?

Description
Veronica was the Goddess who had shaped me and given me life. She works in the fine arts and molded me to be her adoring slave. She breathed life into me.

When I opened my eyes she stood before me, gigantic like a Greek Goddess and her bare feet in front of me with nails painted light pink like rose petals.

She told me that she was my Goddess, my creator, and that the only reason for my existence was to worship her properly as she deserves for being the most beautiful woman in town.

She gives me the order to bow before her feet and a will arises within me that doesn't feel like mine, and my knees just bend without me wanting them to. She tells me to prostrate before her feet until she orders me to stop and I hold my hands up and begin to worship her feet.

Inside me there is a feeling of pleasure in obeying my Goddess even though to me it doesn't seem to make any sense. She sits barefoot on the floor and shows me her majestic soles, perfectly clean as a Goddess should be and tells me to kiss her feet and only stop after she has finished her work. I quickly follow my queen's orders and throw myself at her feet and start kissing them. I cannot tell you how wonderful it feels to serve my goddess while standing under her magnificent feet.

While I adore her feet I couldn't help but notice that the work she is doing is a statue of herself and wonder why she was doing it. She looks at me, seeing my curious face, and tells me that that statue was so that I and others she creates can worship her while she is away, prostrating before her and praying to her, and also says that she knows everything we think as well as our exact location, after all, she is our Goddess. She also says that she intends to make an army of worshipping slaves who can inflate her ego by kissing the places she steps on.

Who would like to join this army with me and worship our Goddess Veronica?