“Dear Goddess Ezada, I’m curious and I mean this respectfully, why dominate when there can be equality? Doesn’t it get boring without a strong man like myself telling you “no”, once in a while?”
Since I started to date, in My teenage years, I have had relationships with different types of people. I have enough experience to know the dynamic that works best for Me and fulfills My desires. I only like partners who are very obedient and are happy to give Me total control over their lives, not only sexually, but especially in the everyday life. I have zero interest in a relationship based on equality or brats who are trying to make Me play by their rules.
But My desire to be in total control over My partner doesn’t mean I do not care, love and respect him. Only people with great qualities and integrity can become a part of My harem. And those who are worthy of being Mine are happy to offer Me total control over them. It is a mutually beneficial relationship.
Do you remember the clip I published some time ago “Getting pregnant FemDom style“? I am happy to announce, My friends, slaves, devotees and fans, that My wishes became true and now I am expecting twins. I don’t know yet if I will have My little Ezada, as I wish, or hubby will loose his balls for giving Me boys. But I should find out in the next couple of weeks.
Giving life is magical and, as a Female supremacist, I experience an immense joy to be able to feel in this very special way why Women are real Goddesses. And even though My body goes through lots of changes nowadays, I will continue to use My collared slaves as before, on and off camera.
Lately, I’ve been thinking that I would really love to have a little Ezada in My life, to pass on My female heritage and principles to My own little girl. Having already checked out hubby’s genes, quite some years ago, it’s now time to use him in a totally new way – as a father for My . I fully understand how badly he’d love to impregnate Me, yet I would never allow him, or any male for that matter, to feel the pleasure of ejaculating inside My Sanctum. In turn, I’ll obtain his sperm by milking him into a glass for use immediately following, while he will be locked back in chastity. Of course, I will allow hubby to sexually Worship Me, his Wife and Goddess, in order for him to become aroused enough to give Me his cum. I might even lead him on with the false hope of penetrative sex, only to hasten the extraction process. In My life I always get what I want, and in the way I want it. Ultimately, hubby will spill his seed for Me and it had better turn out to be a girl, otherwise I will make him pay for the rest of his life.
People often ask Me, whether there can be love in a D/s relationship. And quite often they are then surprised about My answer: Love is not only an option but a condition and the foundation of a true D/s relationship.
For people with a vanilla background this is hard to understand. How can it be love when a woman in leather boots severely whips a male who is tied to a whipping post and screaming in pain? How can a man feel love for a woman who finds pleasure in letting him crawl behind her on a dog leash during her high street shopping tour?
But not only vanilla people are astonished when I tell them about love in a D/s relationship. Sometimes fellow professional Mistresses express their reservation too. For some the submissive male is an anonymous client in the best case. More often than not he is just a worthless and despised irrelevant piece of crap.
For Me, this is totally different. And maybe this one of the main reasons that professional sessions with men that I do not have a personal relationship with have become rather uninteresting for Me.
So, when talking about love in a D/s relationship let´s look at the male perspective first: Does the slave love the Mistress who punishes him relentlessly? Of course he does. If he wouldn´t love her, he couldn’t do that: Stand the pain, take the humiliation. But wait a second I can hear the vanilla people say: The slave in the D/s relationship does he not exactly want this? Does he not enjoy the pain, relish the torture, indulge in it? Well let Me tell you: In most cases he does not. A masochist would. But I am not talking about masochists here. I am talking about “s”ubmissives. To tell You the true: I am not really interested in masochists. A masochists gets his personal kick out of the pain. It is about his kick and I am not interested in serving as a kick supplier for males. I am interested in My own lust and fulfillment. And so should any male who tries to fight his way through the thistly thorn hedge that securely surrounds My polyandry house.
The submissive male is totally different from the masochist. There is a clear distinction between them that surprisingly seems to go unnoticed by the general public. The submissive is after submission. It is about subordinating under a stronger will, under a creature of a higher order, under female divinity. The submissive seeks to proof his allegiance, his devotion, his surrender to the Domina. His objective is to pamper and serve her to the best of his abilities. Her bliss is the centre of his live. And what more valuable concept could there be for a male?
Enduring pain and humiliation for the true submissive is not a means to selfishly satisfy hinmself and his male lust. It is a means to show the Domina that he endures that for Her. It is nothing but a proof of love. Without a love deeply felt and routed and founded within himself he could not go through all that. The whipping, the pain, the humiliation, the degradation. Only love can carry him through that. So in the whipping the message of the Dom is (at least in general) not “I torture you because I want to punish you” it is definitely not “I torture you because I hate you.”. It is “I torture you so that you can show your love to Me.” As incomprehensible as this may seem to the vanilla word, the whipping so becomes an act of love.
But what about the other side of the whip, what about the Domina and her feelings towards the slave? Well I have to say I have encountered many different perspectives of fellow Mistresses on this issue. I cannot and will not speak for all of them here. I only want to talk about Myself. And for Me it is very clear. I have a personal relation to only a very limited number of submissives who were lucky enough to get so far. In these D/s relationships I surely feel the love of the slave and I respond to it. I graciously open Myself for his feelings and encourage him to follow this path. I am deeply convinced that the slave needs that assertion from the Domina that she understands what he is telling her in his submission: “i offer myself to You, please accept my body and soul as a sacrifice.” It is then when the two souls of the D and the s can communicate without words, when they meet in a world of their own.
So, then, do I love My slaves who offer and submit themselves to Me? Well … yes, but not in a classic romantic way. No, My love is quite different from that… First of all I am very proud of My slaves and devotees. They are like faithful, valuable and useful human dogs. I cherish what they are and do for Me to make My life so wonderful. Seeing them humbly serve Me and follow My every order makes My heart sing with joy.
But it is even more than that, more than mere pride of ownership…. I love their abandonment, their unconditioned dedication, their addiction and commitment to Me. So what I deeply love in them is their fathomless love for Me. A love that they can express by overcoming their inhibitions, by enduring My whippings, by silently suffering under the high heels of My boots, by praying to My divinity. It is this love that makes them special and can make Me love them in return, though in a different way.
“A wise slave learns to never assume, at best we react only to Goddess Ezada Sinn’s wishes and desires, Stapana’s directives and cravings. She is the only One who defines the path slaves ultimately must choose to follow and obey.
Stapana Ezada extends to us the portage of slavery and the ones who worship Her remain totally at the mercy and directive of Her whim. Yes, i fear Her whip, Her wrath when i fail, Her use of long term orgasm control and chastity, and i utterly fear displeasing Her to a point where i am dismissed forever. Still, the more robust my obedience, the absolute my surrender, and capitulation to Her will, oh those actions boil forth outright consummate euphoria within my slave heart and soul.
In Her presence as morning begins, crawling to Her feet with coffee in hand, my eyes remain focused downward. Being allowed to greet such a human Goddess by placing a reverent kiss on the tender arch of each foot and then caressing Her sole with the skin of my facial cheek, pure heaven. What was once a dream is now transformed into a solemn daily ritual to start each day. I legitimately question if slaves are allowed to scream for joy in front of their Owners, or does the story of my jubilation adequately seep out from my eyes to Hers?
Stapana’s big toe astutely hooks my slave collar, plugging me closer till Her finger gains full control over my tilted neck. i am jerked within inches of Her lips, and the stream from Her balmy breath moistens the thick air between us. “Good morning sit,” audibly coats my eyes causing them to solidly shut tight. my hunger to scream impossible, as i’m incapable of any immediate breath. With just three words, Goddess has sliced open and exposed the submissive weakness of my soul. The power of my male will is again raped and stripped barren.
However in moments soon to be, i kneel in waiting position before Stapana in the presence of Her dear friend Mistress Evilyne. Goddess is holding in Her hands a contract, an Ownership Contact that She is offering to me. Our deeds and actions showcase purpose and goal, but for human kind it is the written contract, one sealed by signature, which remains a finalized and cast in stone agreement. The weight and reality of this moment stun. i feel suspended off the floor, not connected to my feet given the gravity of what She is extending to me. Seconds in time become frozen as She drops the multi page document to the ground just inches in front of my bowed head.
“Slave I want you to read the Ownership Contact out loud so Mistress Evilyne can bare witness. She understands the importance of ownership and what a contact such as this ultimately means.” The name Stapana has bestowed upon me is penned in thick black, it is the only name that matters to Her from here forward. The topic points are magnified in bold font style. The definitions of each are explained in clarifying directness.
Stapana codifies who We/we are, the purpose of the contact and most importantly the Symbols of Ownership She has placed on me. The outward symbols that reflect Her control and my chosen lifestyle to belong exclusively to Her and Her alone. my Duties of Servitude, my Expenditures, my Allowance, my Exclusions are all listed. This contact is formed in such a manner that Goddess can easily modify any of the points She wishes. Stapana makes it very clear that She will modify the contract over time to fit Her liking.
The section entitled Obligations is laden with 13 heavily worded definitions. The first is about Her obligations, the remaining twelve begin in kind: slave hereby acknowledges; slave shall address; slave shall be; respect includes; slave shall not; slave shall remain; slave shall pay full attention; slave shall sit, stand, walk, kneel, and lie where and when; slave shall not remove; slave shall dress as; friends and relative of Owner will be; respect and obedience are the two most important; failure will be punished.
However within one definition lays a weakness that will trap me in my duties and lead to pain. my command of the Romanian language is nil to the point of being absurd. The simple pronunciation of “Stapana” will highlight my faults and short comings. The strike of Her signal whip rains down on my backside with dissatisfied impatience. Goddess Ezada is more than unhappy with me, and i cannot correct my mistake given chances by both Her and Mistress Evilyne. Fifty whip lashes shall be administered while i am still tasked with the job of plainly reading the remaining contract points for Mistress Evilyne.
This whip is new, unbroken, its marks not pitted from the cracker but instead the stiff leather sows long red solid welts from the yet rigid shaft of the whip maker’s 16 plait weave. The whip does not need to crack to inflict pain, it slices the air more like an arrow breaking wind as it flies past. Her repeated lashes speed up the cadence at which sit speaks. At times my words become garbled, impossible to understand. Time and time again Goddess Ezada and Mistress Evilyne pull me back on task, while the whip, over and over dive me off onto the submissive ditch of the road.
my eyes are streaming tears when i’ve finished the final thirteenth point. Stapana and i pen Our/our names in heavy felt tip black, yet She is still obsessed with the need of redder ink to secure my signature. Goddess will extract my DNA, my blood to seal my mark. With eight final full strength whip lashes, my backside skin splays wide open and She harvests slave blood to complete the signing.
The contact pages are tossed freely to the floor and Goddess retorts in full vibrato to “Kiss My name slave.” In all my slave years i’ve kissed images of, shown respect for a Ladies whip, Her shoe, Her boots, Her cock, Her garment, the ground She walks on, and Her hand. Yet never have i been commanded to kiss the signature of Her name.
This mere act burns indelible into my psyche. The words have been written, the signatures attached, my life-force extracted, and the solemn act of an Ownership Contact, enforceable and in place. Every time i bow in the flesh before The One who owns me, i am pulled intensely by Her acts. Willingly and unexpectedly seduced to even deeper levels of submission that can only lead to one concrete destination. Total slavery under the Goddess Ezada Sinn. Maybe there is a chance that my life, a life of a slave will find true purpose. Yes, i am blessed and there are signed words which help reminds me of that joyous fact. That i am the realized and bound property of the One who contractually owns me.
Stapana mea, the Goddess Ezada Sinn.”
I like to catch important moments of My life on camera. you can watch Me take ownership of sit here: www.EzadaSinn.com/15795074
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