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Another holiday and another opportunity to make good use of one of My slaves to help the ones who most need. Those of you who have been following My blog already know how I firmly believe actions will always be more telling than words. As a proponent for the doctrine of Female-led relationships, I consider it a duty to demonstrate the excellence of male enslavement by Women, not only for Myself and My Sisters, but for the good of the whole world. And what better way to illustrate the improvement of males under My yoke than to regularly put them at work for the worthy causes and charities I care about?
So this Easter, as customary, I used one of My slaves disguised as an Easter Bunny to hand out candy baskets to children from the Center where I operate. Another illustration of how much the exploitation of male slaves can be beneficial for the community—under the proper guidance, of course. 
Men were born to serve Women, and My slaves only exist to serve Me, so it’s only fitting that I should also use them to reflect how caring and generous Women naturally are, and how the world would be a better place if all men worshiped their Women!
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How appropriate. Easter is the day we worship and honor the Goddess of Dawn and Spring who turned a wounded bird into a rabbit and made him give eggs to children.
http://www.goddessgift.com/goddess-myths/goddess-Ostara.htm
Dear Saharah Eve
You truly give alot as i have read your blog and see how you give on christmas and easter. I know that not everyone would do that and am glad that you give back as some just keep for themselves. I Believe and hope one day to kneel in front of you. Would you have any advice for a 22 year old to advance himself i read books and and trying to improve so i can make my way to you hopefully one day if i am luck enough. Women are really caring and You are on the top as your blogs clearly show.
From steven
Hello Steven(s),
Thank you for the wonderful compliments!
You are truely an inspiration, Goddess. You are generous. Would it be approriate for us to either give in your name to a charity we believe in or perhaps Your charity of choice? Should we seek your guidance first?
How do we send you the receipts so that you get proper tax credit?
humbly in the awesome name of Saharah Eve i tremble awestruck.
jeff
As I read your post again, I thought to myself, why does Saharah Eve not have a holiday? This post and made me think of how the world has been reported to come about. Please, Saharah Eve, accept this story as a tribute to you and how you are ushering in the renewed Age of Womyn. To avoid confusion, there are three characters that has similar name to our beloved Goddess Saharah Eve. The orginial Goddess is named Saharah, the leader she created called Eve and the announcer of the new Age of Womyn Saharah Eve. Tis the last one, who according to my story, is named for our Creator Saharah and her first daughter who lead Eve. The Guitarist is named for Picaso’s painting “The Old Guitarist” who picture shows the man after Saharah removed her gift of life yet his song remained.
A race of men were created by the goddesss to care for a world they created. These servants in awe and wonder lavishly plant, grew, ate and worshipped their Goddesses. Their lives were spent in hard, rewarding toil creating a paradice for the goddesses to play in and stroll in during the cool of the evening. These men, mere droins of focused effort, had not creativity but was was given them in limited supply.
The first divine one called herself Saharah and chose for an experiment one of the males. She planted sweet kisses upon his mind which sprung forth the birth of prose, poetry and melody understooded yet mysterious and beautifully overwelming. This muse called into herself, payment of her succubus nature feeding and strengthening on the praise and worship of her male. For each song, each verse, each cord that was created had at its root a reflection of Saharah in all the forms she had upon his soul. His worship was to sing. His song an outpouring of her light, her glory, her essence, and her will as shown by her obedient slave. From this adoration, she became first among equals of the goddess coven. She called him “The Guitarist” because of the understanding he had in playing that instrument when he sang his praises.
Yet that today, his last, he plays his song from his own soul from his own spirit. Soft and tender, not worshipful but definent in it’s simple humanistic song. A heard mockery of her gift. “man was made to please the goddesses, to play and be shaped from our creation not create himself.” she proclaim. So she removed her favor from him. That which kept him beautiful and happy. That which created life in him. A looked upon the creature who has worshipped her as his life’s Passion. He gazed upon his owner with eyes confused and scared. Daily he knelt before her or her sisters and played. His heart and song pure for he gave all for their amusements and pleasure. He was a special male in thier eyes. but anger capable on from that of a goddess filled Saharah’s soul when she pondered why the betrayal felt so hard to her. So she sent another one of her servants, death, to remove him from her sight.
As the cloud of crows tore off his flesh in a feast of blood and carnage his last breaths sang his tune. Not a defiant one, but honoring. His song’s last note lingered as Saharah looked on. But the song didn’t die. It stained her soul. For she listened to that which he sang. Since it was not of her, so she didn’t recognise the love in which it was sung . In worship of her authority, he gave the gift of his creation to his goddess. He gave the only true thing he owned: His one song. His one possession but the gift was unfamiliar and unexpected.
Tears rolled down her face as she realized that the song was not in mockery but in devotion. She wept for her true obedient lover. She decided to fix the story. She chose a brother-servant of the man named Adam. To him she gave a gift of immesurable value. A image of her divine and the posed to lead and guide him. One who could understand the mystery of Saharah and bask in the worship the man gave her. For Saharah gave her first daughter Eve and bestowed upon her one gift above all others. That of the ability to give life, which before could only be given from a goddess directly, from the act of male worship of her sacred feminity. To bring forth in the world she created for them a host upon hosts of worshipful devotees. Whose combine song would interminge and their lives, deaths, play, work all working together to bring their creator, their goddess, their owner honor above all other goddesses!
Eve and her helper Adam basked in the love that Saharah afforded them. A beautiful Garden, authority over all other creatures, But most blessed was the songs that were sung. For Saharah taught Adam as she did the old guitarist. She planted the same kisses upon his mind and upon Eve’s mind. Together they sung of her greatness, but to Adam, Saharah gave the superior gift intending for Adam not just to worship Saharah but also her daugther and his leader Eve. Saharah taught them, but also listened and encourage the exploration of his worshipful song. One cool evening as she visted them, Adam begun to sing. A song that was unlike any Saharah had ever imagined, but it filled her soul. This song not a reflection of her rightousness but a complement. Soon Eve join her helper Adam and harmonized with his melody. The two sets of words, sounds and love intertwined and gave a new power to the worship. It create a new sensation for Saharah. Her soul, the soul of a Goddess, grew. For an hour they sung when Saharah joined them singing a desicant part above theirs. Adding yet another harmonic. Eve and her helper Adam felt divine. Afraid this moment would end they continued until the evening and night passed. In climatic resolution, they all stopped. Feasting upon the moment. Saharah stood in all her glorious majesty and the two devotees worshiped her directly. The stain upon Saharah’s soul had vanished.
Many other goddesses hated what Saharah had done, so they sent a serpent into the Living place to destroy it and the two devoted. Eve defended herself and her helper against the enemy challenging it’s lies and promises. Yet the other goddess came back while Eve was talking with Saharah and showed Adam how to use his gift to be worshiped himself. The sacred gift of worship of his goddess and his keeper, Eve, was used to subdue Eve. Eve sucumbed to his affections confused. Saharah learned of his sacralege when she visited and he was using his gift to be worshiped rather than worship. Saharah made them leave the place dedicated to rightful worship until again the age of womyn came and Saharah would unmask the lies told to keep the daughters of eve in bondage. And the worship of Saharah and the daughters of Eve will once again fill and sustain the heart of man. And Saharah stated as they left, upon one will I give again the my authority and her words and actions will bring many to understand that the Age of Woman has began again. Look for her who holds not only the divine of me but that of my first daugther as well. Find her devoted that sing, write, think but to honor, to worship and to raise up his rightful Mistress and you know my return will be soon.”
In humble adoration of She of the name Saharah Eve, I tremble awestruck.
Thank you
Yay!! this was a great idea!! love how you’re able to demonstrate how amazing and generous women truly are!! and how useful males can be when trained properly
you’re amazing, and i love reading your blogS!!
thank you mistress,
men of all ages can learn so much just by listening to your ideas and what you have to offer!
Dear Goddess Saharah,
I am male and will be the FIRST to admit that women are SUPERIOR. I believe in female supremacy now thanks to your influence.
I love your blog you wrote on June 22nd. I think it is great what you do for charity and am so glad that us lowly men or dogs assist you with your various causes. I will worship your highness by allowing myself to worship women now. Being a member of the inferior gender, I admire, adore and look up to you.
Also, whatever you tell me to do for my wife will be done as well. I am new to all of this, but it is time for me to live out what I believe. It is time to start worshippping women and what better person then my wife. Of course, I will worship and serve you as well through what you have me do for my wife. I am all yours now so tell me what to do.
Thanks your highness.
Terry
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