Those that know Me know that I never put any weight on god, faith and religion. Its all pretty much hog wash. You want to pray to someone come worship My glorious body why bother bowing down on your knees before a shriveled man upon a cross. What will he give you? Nothing if you ask Me. If your going to worship a true Goddess then you would want to hear her respond to your prayers. Wouldn’t you?
Now really when it comes to worshiping Myself there are many ways you can offer yourself up to Me. The one that does bring Me the most satisfaction is cock and ball torture. I mean nothing say true devotion than the scarification of your cock to Me than through torture.
You bound naked with leather straps to the wooden table in My alter. I would blindfold you but really I enjoy seeing the look on your face as I use the implements of torture on your balls. The tools of pain being wheeled over on the metal tray close to the alter. Each one anointed by Myself. Just because it is a non traditional house of worship doesn’t mean we are savages and dont have rituals of our own. Sure they wont be the ones you find in your normal church for really those ones hold no meaning compared to what your are about to witness.
Holding up the metal ball stretchers. Allowing the light to glimmer off the delightful little device. I know it looks unassuming but really its what I am about to add to this wonderful little torture device that will have you rethinking your cbt phone sex scenario.
Course for the full pain to begin on this ball stretch I must let you stand up, for other wise the weights that I am about to add will not matter. I want you to feel those useless things dangle between your legs like the pendulums of a coo coo clock. Hmm that does get Me thinking I do need a clock in here.
Come entertain Me in a cbt phone sex call.
Shiva
