A Personal Reflection
This is not a story of kink. It is not just about food, pain, or obedience. This is a testimony of transformation — of being witnessed, broken open, and reassembled under the gaze of a Goddess whose presence turns the ordinary into the sacred. In the hands of Goddess Emma, I did not simply serve; I returned to the core of who I am. Her voice, Her control, Her vision revealed my truth: I am meant to serve, to please, to surrender. And under Her divine guidance, I was given the rarest gift — to exist, to be seen, and to finally feel peace. The peace that comes from knowing exactly who you are, and who you are meant to kneel before.
This writing is my attempt to honor Her — Her power, Her vision, Her brilliance — and to capture what it means to serve someone who shapes you, and raises you through your submission. To be tested and accepted by Her is the most profound gift I’ve ever known.
Feeding From Divinity: My Devotion to Goddess Emma
There are moments that change you. Moments where your body, mind, and spirit are cracked open and reshaped by something greater than you. For me, that moment came in Den Haag, in the presence of Goddess Emma.
It all started with a question I asked her: "Would you enjoy playing with food, mainly, me eating what you chew?" Her reply was a playful, thrilling yes. I told Her about my shopping list — bananas, Greek yogurt, berries, sweetcorn, and more. She liked it. She said, "This will do wonders."
When I arrived at the location, Mistress Emma opened the door, and my world shifted. She was more than beautiful — She was divine. A true Goddess. I stepped inside, and Miss Emma explained how the session might go, with or without chains. As she described the chainless version, She came a little closer. That subtle move shook me to my core. My body trembled. When the Goddess asked which version I preferred, I said, "Without chains."
I laid out the food I brought. Then the Mistress told me to take a shower, and I obeyed. When I came out kneeling before Her, She was pleased. "You passed your first test," She said. I felt like a proud child. Then Mistress Emma sat on Her chair, legs crossed, radiating power. She picked up the nuts. I watched, craving. She chewed slowly, then fed me. I felt something close to a full-body orgasm.
She sat on my chest, brought out the sweetcorn, and began to chew. Not long after, Mistress Emma told me to open my mouth and slowly dropped pieces into it. I was so overwhelmed, I didn’t care that breathing was difficult. But I made a mistake — I let a few pieces fall. Her tone changed. "If you drop again," She said, firm and playful, "I will make you lick it off the floor."
And then I wanted to. I thought of deliberately dropping another piece to earn that honor. But I was afraid of disappointing Her. When She said, "I think I’m done with corn," I asked, "Goddess, may I clean the floor with my mouth?" She responded: "What do you think, slave? This floor had no corn on it when you came, did it?"
I licked the floor clean, desperate to please her. She warned me that I’d be punished if I didn’t clean it well, and I believed Her.
My Dom ordered me to lie beneath Her chair. She held raspberries in Her mouth and dropped the juice into mine. When I made the mistake of closing my mouth, Miss Emma pressed Her heel against my nipple. "Didn’t I tell you to keep your mouth open?" She said. I apologized, obeyed, and held my mouth wide open, letting Her fill it until it was overflowing. When She allowed me to swallow, it felt like heaven.
Next came blueberries. Mistress Emma chewed them, fed me, and the juice built up again. I struggled to breathe, but my desire to obey was stronger. She rewarded me with her favorite breakfast — yogurt and berries — spat lovingly into my mouth. My mouth overflowed, and again, I was granted the privilege to swallow. Each drop from her mouth into mine felt like a blessing.
In those moments beneath Her, I connected to something deep and ancient in me. A truth I didn’t fully know until She revealed it: I exist to serve. And not just anyone — her. A woman so perceptive, so intelligent, so real and powerful, that being seen by Her is like being born again. She saw that truth in me. She saw that I am at my best when I am serving Her, when I am kneeling before someone who is so worthy. And She is more than worthy.
Then the tone shifted again. Goddess Emma told me to remove Her shoes. An honor. I did. She placed her feet on a black pillow and gave me the privilege of eating bananas from between Her toes. The sweetness mixed with the taste of her divine skin — it was overwhelming. But I had made a mess.
"Slave, you made such a mess. Clean my feet, the floor, and the pillow!" I obeyed. Cleaning the pillow was the hardest — the banana stuck to it. I bit and licked like a man possessed, desperate to prove I could please Her.
Then came my punishment. She ordered me to lie back. She fed me two whole banana peels. Not small pieces, not softened bits — but the entire 2 peels, including the hard tips, just as they were. I chewed. I struggled.
And it was here, in that raw moment of struggle, that I truly realized Her genius. Goddess Emma took something as ordinary as a banana peel and turned it into a trial of obedience and devotion. Chewing on it was difficult — thick, dry, almost impossible — but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Her feet on my chest anchored me. Her presence made it beautiful. When She gave me the third peel, I fought through every bite, every swallow, because I wanted nothing more than to show Her I was worthy.
The session was extended. She told the studio, "We wish to extend for another hour because my slave is doing so well!" My heart soared.
She moved her feet playfully on the bed, teasing me. Then Mistress Emma tied my legs and began pegging me. It was too intense — I used my safeword. We stopped. And Miss Emma asked, "Slave, when do you think you disappointed me today?" I listed my mistakes. She listened, and then — in Her endless grace — She forgave me. She told me my errors came from excitement. That I had already received my punishments.
Finally, My Goddess said the most beautiful words I ever heard: "I have some good yet scary news for you — you didn’t disappoint me today. I see potential in you. You might even qualify to be a soldier in my army."
I was trembling. I told Her this was the greatest honor a man could dream of, and I would do anything to prove I’m worthy of it.
Essentially, the time came for me to beg for release. She gave me one minute. I failed. I begged for another chance. She declined. "Maybe next time." And yet — I didn’t care. I had been seen, fed, tested, punished, praised, and welcomed into Her service.
The real orgasm was emotional: being told I had potential. Being allowed to serve. Being a property of Hers.
In the final moments, we talked. She gave me feedback: I need to focus more on Her pleasure. I took this deeply to heart. I will show Her I can do anything to please Her. Only then will I be pleased.
Goddess Emma, no words in the world can describe how honored and grateful I am. I am yours. I am a loyal soldier in your army. My self-worth only exists under your feet. Your spit remains in my body, and from it I draw power, clarity, sanity, and confirmation that I exist.
I woke up the next morning with every tooth in my mouth hurting from chewing those banana hard peels — and yet, it was the most beautiful pain I’ve ever known. My lips were bruised, dotted with bursts of blood. I think it will take many days for my mouth to recover.
I refuse to take any painkillers. This pain is a gift. It reminds me that I was tested, that I endured. It reminds me of Her power, and the privilege I had to be beneath it.
Thank you, Goddess Emma. You saved my life.
Forever your property, slave A
