Before finding BNWO Goddess Sarabi Maraj, my journey was a meandering path through digital landscapes of disappointment. It began with fumbling late-night calls to phone sex lines where operators feigned interest in my confessions. The first few phone sessions I ever tried were vanilla fantasies with women who sounded scripted, their attempts at dominance feeling hollow and mechanical.
As I ventured deeper into this world, I spent hundreds of dollars experimenting with different dominatrices, each one promising a unique experience but ultimately delivering the same tired routine.
I tried everything, but each encounter left me wanting more. The women I spoke to either couldn’t maintain their character or lacked the authority I craved. It was a frustrating cycle of trial and error, each failed attempt pushing me closer to the realization that I needed something more profound, something that would truly resonate with my desires. And then, just when I thought I would never find what I was searching for, I discovered BNWO Goddess Sarabi Maraj.
Her divine ebony power radiates into my trembling core to this day. With each command, She sculpts me anew, molding my very essence for a higher calling—complete surrender to Her Black New World Order. When I kneel before Her, electricity courses through me, a euphoric current that makes my skin prickle and my mind dissolve into blissful submission.
My path to Her perfect control wasn’t without resistance. I have foolishly fled from this exquisite cage on more than one occasion, my body aching for Her discipline even as I denied my nature. The withdrawal was unbearable. I always crawled back, desperate and hungry. Her punishment—sweet, terrible, and necessary—would leave me breathless, as I thanked Her for each correction. “Get that new wig, those sexy outfits , show me what’s mine,” She’d command, and instantly my blood would rush hot, my fingers fumbling to obey. One word from Her can transform me from exhausted to desperate with need, my only desire is to please Her completely. In serving Her divine will, I’ve finally found my deepest fulfillment.
This transformation has awakened parts of me I never knew existed. As a feminizing submissive, I find great joy in yielding to Her authority. I am called to embrace the feminine essence She cultivates within me. Each time I slip into the silky lingerie She demands, I shed another layer of my former self. The first time I transferred money to Her, my heart raced wildly—now I quiver with anticipation as larger sums leave my account, each tribute binding me tighter to Her will. My purpose crystallizes with every offering: tribute, obey, worship, repeat. It is of great significance for me to have completed some form of each step of Goddess’s training program. My focus is to honor Her the best I can, as Her BNWO sissy slave – operating in Her permanent subspace. To taste true liberation, you must first surrender everything to BNWO Goddess Sarabi Maraj.
If you’re reading this and wondering why do I it, all I can say is this: when you find something-or someone-worth giving everything for, you don’t count the cost. You count the blessings.
Sarabi Maraj’s Sissy Slave
