I’m crawling the red carpet, with a Palace Princes walking right beside me. The Ceremonial Hall is huge and lit by torches. It’s all rather creepy, as if I’m about to face a Female Pharaoh in God knows BC. It’s a mighty long crawl, but at long last we’re there. “Look at Me”, a voice says. I look up and there She is: Empress Isabella, the Leading Lady of the Femdom Community. She’s sitting on a beautifully decorated throne, overlooking Her empire. “Name?” My voice trembles: “My name is slav -” The Princess whacks me around the head. “Be quiet!” She answers the question for me and tells Empress Isabella that it’s my first visit in three years time. It’s very humiliating to hear them speak like that. As if I’m not there at all! Empress Isabella shakes Her beautiful head and says: “that’s not good enough: 100 lashes with the bullwhip”. Blimey, how about that! All slaves must pay their respects at least once every five years. I’m on time! It’s an outrage, Yahoo would say. But I keep stumm and I thank your Highness for the punishment and I kiss the floor in front of Her feet.