People often ask Me about My thoughts on clothes and outfits. Well it goes without saying that I have a crush on all the wonderful garments that have decorated dominant Females for centuries: High heeled boots, leather pants, tight corsets… You all will sure know what I am talking about and if you don´t, have a look at My online presence and drown in hundreds of My pictures.
That is one thing… but the deeper I dive into this special lifestyle, the more I see that the meaning of attire goes well beyond mere fashion. What I want to call GoddessAttire is more than clothes, it is vestement. You might compare that to the robe of a priest or a judge. The garment is the symbol of his office. It is the visible sign that the person who speaks from the pulpit or presides the court session is no longer the odd Mrs. or Mr. Smith but the representative of God or the law itself. The attire is the obvious symbol of the transformation that has taken place and that has changed the fellow man or woman into a superhuman being.
And for Me, this is just the same thing. I absolutely love the high protocol activities and to dress up for those. I adore the GoddessAttire and I indulge in the feeling of actually turning into a Goddess when putting it on.
When trying on the luscious morning gown from D´Lish that was recently presented to Me by one of My followers, I not only looked like a glamarous film star from the grand Hollywood era. It was more than that. I became that star in the very moment. Right there in My bedroom. And not only did I feel like that. I could see it in his eyes, in the eyes of the lowly male who was kneeling in front of Me begging Me with a trembling voice to accept his present. I could see how his view on Me changed. Adoration became worship. he knew, he felt that he was in presence of Deity. And he tried so hard to convey his feelings to Me by licking My hands and feet with all the devotion and surrender he was capable of.
I must admit, I can´t get enough of this and the more I try out and indulge in the GoddessAttire the more intense, the more extreme I want it. You just can´t believe how arousing this is, to feel and see the transformation taking place. To feel it within Me and to see it in the reactions of My environment. I watch Myself taking that to new limits. Not only in My phantasies but for real. The evil queens and cruel high priestesses from 1950s and 1960s Hollywood flicks are such a wonderful inspiration. Imagine My sublime voluptuous body covered and decorated all over with nothing but an overflow of pearl strings and necklaces, My hands and feet and wrists and ankles shining and sparkling with rings and bracelts and precious jewelry … all sacrificied to Me by My loving followers … I tremble with anticipation at the mere thought of that sight…
No longer human flesh and blood, but something different … worshipped by My followers, adored, prayed to. Living Goddess
Next thing I can´t wait to try out is a black “2nd world war” leather uniform. It should look like exactly this, perfect in every little detail including the fitting riding crop, indispensable and essential tool of this so adorably gruesome officer.
So incredible to imagine what this uniform will do to Me once I try it on. What it will turn Me into… Any volunteers to witness?
Contact Me if you can stand to find out.
