? The Hall of Goddesses ?? You don’t join — you kneel. You don’t speak — you beg. You don’t matter — until She says you do. ?
This is not a playground for bratty boys or loud mouths. This is a temple — where divine Dominance wears heels, corsets, and the scent of control. ?? Where Her silence is punishment, and Her voice... reward.
Here, Goddesses don’t explain. They command. Obedience is not earned with effort — but with surrender. You will ache. You will crave. You will crawl. ??
? For those who worship power in lace. ? Rituals. Tasks. Humiliation. Silent service. ? Total control. Velvet rules. Filthy discipline.
? Pets, subs, dolls, toys — your purpose is simple: please Her. Don’t ask to be used — prove you’re worthy of it. Your mouth? For praise. Your knees? For home. Your body? For Her use. ??
Step into Her world. Strip off your ego. Offer your soul.
Because here... the only thing lower than the floor —is you. ?