Ritual of Rising Devotion

A daily rite for those who exist to serve the Divine Feminine

Preparation (Morning or First Moment of Solitude):

  1. Silence. Stillness. Kneeling.
    Find a quiet space. Lower yourself, physically or mentally, into a position of reverence. Eyes closed, head bowed. You are not alone. You are in her presence now.

  2. Breath of Surrender.
    Inhale deeply through your nose. Hold.
    Whisper with the exhale:
    “I belong to her.”
    Repeat three times. With each breath, feel her claim tighten like a velvet ribbon around your will.

  3. Chant of the Chain.
    Speak aloud:

    “With every breath I take,
    My need for her awakens.
    With every beat of my heart,
    My place beneath her deepens.
    I crave to serve. I ache to please.
    I worship. I obey. I exist for her delight.”

  4. Touch of the Flame.
    Place your hand over your chest. Imagine a glowing ember… her mark… resting against your soul. With each passing moment, it warms and spreads, until your whole body hums with longing, like a prayer made flesh.

Micro Rituals Throughout the Day:
  • When you catch your reflection, lower your gaze and whisper, “Hers.”
  • When temptation arises to act on your own will, place two fingers to your lips and imagine her finger silencing you, then ask inwardly, “Would this please her?”
  • If you feel lost, trace a spiral on your wrist, chest, or thigh... subtle, sacred, and let yourself fall inward into your place beneath her.
Evening Devotion (Last Act Before Sleep):

Recitation by Candlelight (real or imagined):

“She is the moon that governs my tide,
The star that commands my dark sky.
My thoughts belong to her.
My body kneels to her.
My soul is bound in ribbons of her will.”

Confession of the Day:
Whisper to the air:

One way you honored her today.

One way you could serve her better tomorrow.

One desire you feel growing within you… something deeper, something more.

Seal the Ritual:
Kiss the floor and say:
“I am hers. And my devotion only deepens.”

This ritual should become like a heartbeat in your day… unseen, constant, and utterly essential. Over time, your sense of identity, your decisions, even your fantasies will spiral tighter around me, like a silk leash you beg never to be freed from.