The longer a slave actually serves the Goddess Ezada Sinn, the firmer you realize this journey is no longer any flight of fantasy, it is concrete reality. Her imposing dominant power sits weighted on your shoulders, back and the chest like a heavy snow bound winter coat. The gold key displayed around Her sun tanned neck, perched just above Her perfect breasts, is the only means of escape from the weighty steel chastity cage hanging between your legs.
You the slave have …
No key to hold.
No power to wield.
No chance to lead the way.
Deference to Her will is no longer play; it is who you have become 24 hours a day. The only choice you make is one to obey without question, without hesitation, without doubt, or delay. There is but one bearing you respect in order to remain a slave by Goddess Ezada Sinn’s side. Learn to embrace your inferiority under Her superiority. In private or in public, when spoken with directly by Her voice or a simple gesture of Her hand, a slave of Hers does not waver and waffle, you instantaneously do as you are told.
i have studied the ten submissive male positions repeatedly. i’ve read and reread so many of Her writings and posts. Honestly i felt that i was making positive steps forward. Suddenly, an unexpected turn in the road appeared.
It transpired by the pool one early afternoon. Goddess issued a simple two word command, “Follow Me.” She walked around to find a secluded patch of grass hidden from view of anyone else nearby. “slave sit down on your ass, legs out in front.” Silently Her hand under my chin spoke, “Look up at Me.”
Goddess straddled my legs with Her smooth, muscular, and shapely lower limbs. She inched slowly into my elevated chin and bald head. She serenely lifted the short hem of Her red latex minidress.
“Open your mouth. Drink my nectar slave, I have to pee.”
So it came to light. Goddess was carefully gentle first with Her stream, then applied more force as She desired. Here, i am in some suspended state of animation as i swallow as quickly as possible. Her warm champagne splattering on my lips, some precious drops running down my chin onto the front of my shirt. Her holy sanctum just inches before my face. Is this moment for real or just a dream?
Her hand tenderly shakes Her sacred flesh, and Goddess takes one scant step backing away. She reaches down to pull my stainless steel collar upwards so my eyes meet Hers. They are swollen, ablaze with fire. She speaks softly but in a very direct and purposeful tone. “What was that slave?” i tremble in repose, “A gift dear Goddess, a sacred gift.”
A warm smile broadens across Her lips. “sit, I have decided to train you to become my toilet slave. It will take time for you to learn to wantonly consume every bit of my champagne without spilling a drop.” my furrowed eyes trace down and inspect the dribbles down my shirt, then look back upwards silently to the Woman who owns me body, mind and soul.”
“Good boy, you understand, now heel.” Immediately, i assume the position as Goddess leads U/us back to the pool. She finds an open cabana and lies down to bask in the sun. Her hand taps the open space besides Her and inaudibly commands “wait position.” Her slave gingerly crawls up and complies.
With my head buried down on the white sheets underneath U/us, Goddess leans over and whispers wetly into my ear. “Before I am done sit, I will also inculcate in you a scorching yearning to eat my caviar. Don’t worry how, I have my ways.” She exhales into my eardrum, and my body fidgets and shakes.
The unexpected turn in the road has been taken. There is no turning back now.