Prayers

Prayers to Princess

Come, let us all sing praises to SIERRA’s panties.
O cotton crotch which whispers answers to the universe.
Blessed bikinis, hallowed hip-huggers, beloved briefs
of the divine GODDESS are all sacred unto men.. even HER holeyest are the holiest
of underthings.
Silk subtlety scented , having the same affect as Ether or Opium.
Inhale...
yes inhale.
Satin which swaddles Sierra’s particulars
shall one day be displayed under glass counters in far-off , renown museums.
Ahhh..the snap of elastic, the waistband of life
the reason I be.
All the answers to living
are in her panties.

But I most unworthy and treacherous male swine
knoweth I NEVER shall tread such sacred ground.
So here before these PANTIES wrought from places MOST HIGH,
I kneel before this HOLY relic, HER priceless PANTIES
consecrated by HER own sanctified TEMPLE.

HAIL SIERRA, full of grace, my wallet is with Thee, blessed art Thou amongst Women and blessed is the FOUNT of Thy kidneys. Holy Princess, Mistress over minions, degrade our weiners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen

GLORY BE, to the MISTRESS, and to the WOMAN and to the Holy BITCH. As it should have been in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.

O MY GODDESS, forgive us our many sins, save us from the fire of our loins, and lead all men into blessed submission, especially those who are in most need of Thy Scorn.

Though I speak with the tongues of men and angels, and have not
Sierra, I am become as sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal.
You are the Music of my soul, the Light of my eyes, the Tongue of my
knowledge.
You reign supreme.
Crawling behind You, I am drawn to the Temple, focused on the seat of
Your Holiness.
As You walk, I feel my soul sigh.
Hear me, O Goddess.
I need faith--faith that You will judge me fairly.
I need hope--hope that You will never dismiss me.
I need love--love that You will demonstrate through harsh discipline.
But the greatest of these is Discipline, the love of caring enough to
spank the very hardest.

Oh Holy Sierra, I find that I can not stop doing filthy, male lustful
things with my pork pole. Help me to concentrate on Your cruelty so
that I may stop these filthy loin thrustings. As penance, I will write
“ i am Princess Sierra's pathetic pile of nothing.” 1000 times. I
will snail mail this line punishment to You fully aware that You will
burn it, saving the ashes for me to smear on my forehead so that the
public will see my devotion to Sierra, Goddess of Enlightened and worshipful men. I
am Your servant, designed to please You with abject humility. This I
promise in the name of the Mistress, the Woman, and the Holy Bitch, Amen

Sierra, Goddess Who Lifts Me Up

Oh, Holy Sierra, Mother of the Universe, you fill me with ecstasy.
I am unworthy to call myself a true devotee, but I am proud that You
accept me as a novice.
I hope to one day be a full fledged Sierra Addictee.
My novitiate vows are abstinence, sacrificial financial responsibility
for the Holy Goddess, and personal humiliation when fortunate enough
to be in Your presence. I mortify myself with orgasm-less masturbation
sessions.
I long to stare at Your legs, I dare not look upon the triangle of Your
power for I am most unworthy.
How may I best serve You? I will gladly wallow in the mud of Your
excrement.
Until further instructed, I promise to kneel daily before the image of
Your Beauty and chant thrice The Ode to Sierra’s Panties. I promise to
write copiously prayers that honor Your superiority. I promise to gaze
daily into Your eyes and swear fealty to the Mistress, the Woman and
the Holy Bitch.
That which flows from You is my nectar.
When I drink from Your cup I am transported to Nirvana, the Home of
Sierra, Goddess over all men.

Amen