True story of Mistress Isha   … “Now, kiss My feet and thank Me for allowing you to attend Me.” Bending low I felt the large man press his lips firmly against the lacing of My boots and as he lifted to kiss the other shoe he said, “Thank you Goddess for allowing me to attend You.” “Very good,” I said as I removed the cover off the bowl and revealed what lay inside. I placed each item on the ground and emptied the bowl. There was a medium sizedRead More