Goddess worship

06 05 2016

Picture of the week 18 2016 – The Ezadasinnism trinity

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“sit” is one of My slaves from the United States, and he came to visit Me for 2 weeks a couple of days ago. I decided to film most of My interaction with him and post it on My c4s store – like a video blog of his time in My service.

The Ezadasinnism trinity: Goddess worship, orgasm control and whipping.

On the second day of his visit, I decided to test sit’s knowledge of his Goddess’s preferences and his ability to please Me according to them. I will make this into a game: sit will have 10 minutes for each of these activities – let’s see if he manages to please Me in this time.

1- Goddess Worship

This clip shows the first part – the worship: boot worship, ass worship, sanctum worship, hand worship. Will sit deserve to get higher than that?

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2 – orgasm control

How many days has My property cock been locked up? 435 days, oh My poor boy… Those balls are so blue, so huge, so full of cum. I love to tease him, see him suffer. he knows full well its My cock and My property to control and use any way I like. Yes, hump, hump between my leather clad thighs, slave. I love to see him squirming, I love to hear him cry. sit is so weak, so full of cum. Would he like to have an orgasm, I wonder? Should I let him have any pleasure, any release? Go ahead and beg Me sit, beg Me…

3 – whipping

It’s time to proceed to the third of My favorite activities: whipping. It should also help with sit’s erection, as the chastity will go back on right away. As I want sit to look into My eyes when I’m whipping him, I will whip his front today. Is he ready to take My new signal whip (a gift from him) on his chest and belly? Can he take the pain and stand still, thus avoiding being hit in other places? he can’t cover his front with his hands cuffed behind his back. I’d say this is going to be tough…

11 09 2015

Mantra in chastity

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“Supreme Goddess Ezada Sinn,
Your command was obeyed last night when i reached my flat. The CD was already on from the time i landed. Your words, as always, came like an electric shock to me, demanding my submission and obedience. i put on the collar and immediately fell prostrate before Your altar. The mantra automatically started spilling from my lips, and constant stream of devotion. Soon Your property felt the spikes of the walls of its cage and i worshipped You with deeper and deeper surrender as the pain grew.
Of course there is no release. Your law forbids it, and the cage ensures that Your law is obeyed. So the worship continued, my words submission and adoration pouring like a torrent from my mouth. Inside my head was a confusion of memories of Your eyes, Your boots, Your whip (of course Your whip), of drinking Your champagne, of humbly greeting You spread flat on the dungeon floor. You rule over me, my Goddess, with absolute power. i am totally Yours.
i am ready to serve You again this weekend, to prove my submission, to work for You and to try hard to please You.
Your humble, devoted and obedient slave, 79″

written by My slave 79

28 05 2015

Passion and pride

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Story based on real facts, written by My collared slave len. Some of the pictures attached to story are low quality because they were taken with My phone. Follow Me on Twitter for real time updates about My lifestyle.

“Mistress Ezada Sinn is the ultimate Female Supremacist. In Her world male creatures exist solely for Her pleasure. They have no other use or function. This is no game. This is Her life. Her passion.To be granted slave status in Her world is the greatest honour and privilege that can be bestowed upon the humble male. Once a slave understands his position in Her life he is washed over with a wave of elation and pleasure. His pride.

In Mistress Ezada’s world there is a direct and strong correlation between the emotions of passion and pride and this is evidenced in real life experiences.

Recently I was summoned to serve my Mistress in Bucharest. I knew that She had been very busy and a little stressed over the previous weeks and that my presence in Her company was intended to help Her relieve some of that tension and pressure. To relax, to pleasure Herself by using Her slave. To fuel Her passion for Her lifestyle. For me, the humble slave, it was an honour to be the one chosen to serve Her in this way. Slave pride fuelled.

She had deliberately chosen a hotel suite where the furniture and fittings lent themselves perfectly to Her intentions. As we entered the room I was a little fearful of what was to follow as it was clear on the journey from the airport that She was absolutely determined to relieve Herself of all that pent up emotion of the previous weeks. And yet I felt a rising sense of pride knowing that I was to be used for Her pleasure in this way. My body was about to become the canvas on which She would paint a picture of Her passion.

There are times when Mistress Ezada does not need to speak to make Her expectations clear. This was one of those times. A steely look from Her dark entrancing eyes and a gently raised eyebrow and the message was clear.

“Strip, be quick about it and assume the waiting position”

I did not dare hesitate. As She left the room and I started to remove my clothes Her heady perfume lingered behind and pervaded my senses. I know that Mistress likes to receive gifts from Her subjects so whenever I see Her I always enjoy presenting Her with some gifts from Her Amazon wish list. One of the items I bought this time was a 2 piece leather warrior set. It consists of a heavily studded leather strap halter neck top and collar and studded leather G string. I check Her wish list regularly and as soon as I saw this item I knew I had to get it and thought She would look great in it. I fumbled in my case for the parcels and lay them on the table before assuming the waiting position.

My heart always beats faster when I hear Her footsteps and as She entered the room and sat down She said “Come here slave” and as I crawled to the chair She motioned for me to assume the collaring position. I placed my head in Her lap for my collar to be fitted, a symbolic and also for me an extremely proud moment. She turned Her attention to the parcels containing Her gifts and I presented them to Her one by one. She was clearly happy with them and seeing Her smile of pleasure gave me such a warm and satisfying feeling. She seemed particularly pleased with the leather warrior set.

“Waiting position slave”

I resumed my position and waited. Some time later I heard Her slow deliberate footsteps and felt that heady emotional mixture of fear and excitement. She entered the room and stood immediately in front of me. All I could see were Her fabulous black patent leather boots but the smell of new leather and Her perfume was mind blowing.

“Look up at Me, slave”

I lifted my head and was greeted with the most amazing sight I have ever seen. She was wearing the new leather warrior outfit! I had thought it would look great on Her but this surpassed every expectation! With it She wore her black patent leather boots, black stockings and a stunning black patent leather corset. Her beautiful long black hair framed Her exquisitely made up perfect features. I could hardly believe my eyes, I have seen many amazing outfits worn by my Mistress but this has without doubt been the best yet. She smiled that smile which says “you’re in trouble now!”

Fear gripped me but I felt an inner resolve driven by my pride at being the property of the most amazing Goddess in the world. She led me by the collar to an adjoining room where a timber framework by some adjoining stairs provide a perfect whipping station. Mistress Ezada is highly skilled in all manner of restraint, including ropes and in no time my hands were tightly bound and my arms stretched out in front of me and secured to a horizontal post. This had the effect of pulling my torso tightly against the front post and Mistress also deftly passed the rope through the ring on my collar which pulled my head forward and down. My feet were bound together and secured to the post and this in turn caused my chastity device to press painfully into my body as I was pulled tightly into the post. Finally Mistress fitted a butt plug and secured it with further rope. I could not move a muscle and was in a perfect whipping position. Mistress came to the side of me and I felt Her warm breath as She spoke in that amazingly sultry and sexy voice.

“I am going to whip You. Not as a punishment but just for My pleasure. I am going to whip you for as long as I want until My desires and feelings are satisfied. You will suffer for My pleasure as My whips decorate Your puny body with a mass of stripes and welts. You will not have the luxury of knowing how many strokes You will receive, it may be 50, 100 or 200, maybe more. Are you ready to submit to Me, to suffer for My pleasure?”

The passion in Her voice was palpable. I nervously mumbled “Yes Mistress” at the same time being acutely aware of my growing cock pushing against the steel restrictions of its environment. Was that my pride?

She warmed me up with some lusty blows of Her flogger and I could sense Her power and passion in the weight of the blows.

“Now slave I am going to show You what a kind and caring Mistress I am. On the table behind Me I have laid out 4 of My favourite whips. You may decide which one I will use on you. Give Me a number between 1 and 4”

“3, Mistress”

“Good boy. You have chosen well. You have chosen My favourite, My red snake whip!”

I was glad I had pleased Her in this respect but I knew from previous experience that this is a most painful implement! I braced myself and as the first streak of fire erupted on my pale skin I heard Mistress’s first purr of pleasure. It was to be one of many. I gritted my teeth as the lashes from Her whip rained down on my back and ass. I could feel the passion and sense Her arousal at the patterns She was painting on my skin.

“I like to mark You slave, it arouses Me to see the stripes of pain on Your skin. And it arouses Me even more to know that You will bear My marks for many weeks to come” She breathed in my ear as Her bright red stiletto nails traced some of Her strokes on my very sensitive skin. “But I am not yet satisfied so I am going to whip you some more”

The hard blows from Her snake whip cut into me as I screamed in pain, but this just seemed to heighten Her arousal. This was by far the hardest whipping I had ever received but I could hear in Her breathing and words how much She was enjoying it. I was quite proud of the fact that although I released a few screams i did not break down entirely and was thus able to contribute to Her enjoyment.

“I like to see the blood of your ass, it excites Me. So I am going to whip you with My other favourite whip that I use on you. I think you know it is My cat of nine tails with the steel tipped tails that rip into your flesh. I love it!”

This is a brutal whip and She wielded it with grunts of pleasure and satisfaction taking great delight in telling me how my ass was now totally covered in small cuts. She was now in a high state of aroused excitement as She released the ropes that bound me so tightly. Seeing Her like this had the effect of forcing my cock tight against its metal confinement in a most uncomfortable way.

“Lie on the floor on your back”

She towered over me. With Her Black Russian whip in hand She knowingly smiled as She said “Do you like nipple torture slave?!” (She knows I hate it which simply accentuates Her pleasure)

With that She brought the whip down with severe force on my left nipple that made me double up in pain. As I regained my composure She lashed my right nipple. Time and again She brought that whip down with great force and unerring accuracy. The pain was excruciating but this just made Her more and more aroused. My chest and sensitive nipples were burning as She stood astride me and unbuckled the thin strip of leather, now dripping wet, that scarcely concealed Her Sanctum.

With Her booted feet either side of my chest and facing my feet She lowered herself over my face.

“Tongue out slave. Lick My ass. I want to feel Your tongue deep in My ass. Deeper, slave, deeper.”

I struggled to breathe as She mockingly pulled at my chastity device telling me over and over again that slaves do not get to orgasm yet She will enjoy many.

My jaws ached as I pushed my tongue deeper and deeper inside Her and I heard Her moans of pleasure as She enjoyed a series of strong orgasms. As She stood up, Her sadistic thirst quenched, I instinctively rolled over and slavishly kissed Her patent leather boots in complete submission.

She relaxed in the chair and I knelt beside Her totally in awe of this amazing Lady. “You have pleased Me slave, I am satisfied. For now”

It had been the most intense of experiences and Her words made me feel so proud. Later that evening I managed to look at the marks in the mirror and She had indeed painted a vivid picture but I am so proud to wear those marks knowing that they are there for my Mistress’s pleasure. Even as I write this some weeks later the marks remain and every day I look at them I am filled with the same pride.

Mistress is so passionate about Her life and Her life style and that emotion is evident in every thing She does. And the more a slave submits to Her desires the more proud he becomes.

Passion and Pride – inexorably linked in the world of our incredible Goddess Ezada Sinn.”

24 05 2015

Owned by Me

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It feels so good to see the effectiveness on My remote training of My subjects.

“Stapana,

As i was following Your orders last night and worshipping You in the way You instructed, i reached a very intense mental state, overwhelmed with a sense of the deepest submission to You. i lay on the floor, naked except for my collar and chastity device. my arms and legs were spread wide, the palms of my hands turned upwards. In my head was a dazzling image of You, seated regally on a throne, a coiled whip in Your hand.
As i repeated the mantra You prescribed, Your cock swelled within its confines, forced by its cage walls and by the weight of my prostrate body info an unnatural and painful contortion. The pain only increased my sense of total surrender to You and i found myself repeating the mantra louder and louder, and extending it into what became after 15 or so minutes the following prayer.

“Mistress Ezada Sinn, I submit unconditionally to You. i acknowledge Your total supremacy as a Woman. Your power over me is absolute and irresistible. i worship You, i belong to You alone, in body, mind and soul. To serve and obey You is the meaning and purpose of my life. i am Your property, Your prisoner, Your lifelong slave. This is my solemn and irrevocable oath“

All the time i had this very clear and dazzling image of You inside my head, seated on Your throne, looking down at me with that unique smile of satisfaction on Your face, satisfaction in the knowledge of another male slave conquered and collared, totally at Your mercy. You were wearing that red dress, the one from the home page of Your website, where You also wear that same knowing and triumphant smile as Your flex a riding crop in Your hands. This was the image which first captivated me and caused me to take those first steps which lead now to my total slavery to You. The Lady in Red who is now my Goddess.

Stapana, this was the mental state You put me in when You gave those orders last night. This is the kind of power You can exercise with just a few words of text casually written from a distance of 2000km! i cannot conceive the depths of submission and slavery I will reach next week when You are reality in my eyes, not merely in my head, when my tongue is abjectly cleaning the soles of Your boots, when Your whip is not merely coiled in Your hand, but is enforcing Your rule over me.

Stapana, if it might please or amuse You, i would like to perform this ritual “live” before You next week. It is already so real and meaningful to me. i would like to know how much more intense it can be when i am directly in Your divine presence.

i was so impressed last night by the power of the simple repetition of the three simple words “Mistress Ezada Sinn”. The sibilant alliterative effect of those words is somehow very hypnotic. After many repetitions these words alone carry in them the entire meaning and import of the complete prayer.
In the night I awoke several times with those words still on my lips. On waking just now this morning i was automatically repeating them quietly into my pillow.

As the intensity of these feelings grows stronger, they scream at me, demanding release. It is at moments like this when i understand most clearly why You keep Your slaves in continuous chastity, and when i feel most acutely Your inescapable power. I have the spare key, albeit sealed in an envelope with Your image and Your command on it. But it is impossible to use it, even in these moments. It is as though touching the key would deliver an instant and debilitating electric shock. i feel the lash of Your whip on my inner thighs, forcing my hand from the envelope and reminding me of my lowly status as Your slave. Disobedience is unthinkable !

i worship You, Stapana.

Your devoted 79“

$Goddess Ezada Sinn above slave 79 red latex crop$

07 01 2015

Prayer to The Goddess

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These are my prayers to You my Beautiful and Powerful Goddess:

text and image by devotee Chris

Goddess Ezada Sinn ,The Creator of Everything

Ezada Sinn, My Goddess,
I am Your follower
I am Your believer
I am Your slave
I accept You as my Goddess
I accept You as my only belief system
I believe in You
I belong to You
You are my Superior
Thank You for creating me with knees so that i can bow in front of
You
Thank You for creating me with lips so that i can worship Your Feet
Thank You for creating me with mouth so that i can be Your ashtray
Thank You for creating me with hands so that i can hand You my
chasity key
Thank You for creating me with holes so that You can play with me
Thank You for creating me with voice so that i can say loudly that
You are my Goddess
Your Feet is my altar of worship and prayer
Your Saliva is the Nectar of life
Your Champagne is the Essence of life
Your Holy Sanctum is my Religion

Goddess Ezada Sinn ,The Leader

I am Your slave
I belong to You
I believe in You
You are the One
The true Leader
The true Goddess
I am at Your mercy
I beg for Your guidance
I crave Your attention
I am addicted to Your Superior dominance
I am greedy for Your breath
I pray to Your Highness
Your Divine and Mighty attitude
I am longing for Your control of my attitude
I pray to Your superb appearance ,my Goddess Ezada Sinn ,in public
I belong to You
I obey You
I follow You

goddess

22 12 2014

Picture of the week 52 2014 – Foot fetish party with 5 Dommes

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My friend Madame Caramel likes to invite Her Lady friends to relax together, served by several slaves. This time She invited Me, Mistress Liberty Domme, Lady Andromeda and Miss Foxx into Her Hoxton Dungeon Suite for a private foot fetish party. We want to feel Our slaves at Our feet, worshiping and massaging them, while We enjoy a glass of champagne and a nice chat. The 4 slaves at Our feet are very lucky to be there, surrounded by Our feet. It is an honor for them, and they should be thankful for this rare opportunity to touch Our feet, to pamper them, even though some of them are maybe not worthy of it. A real heaven for foot fetishists. Do you think you deserve to be there?..

See the clip here

21 10 2014

Remote worship ritual

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Wanking at My pictures and then writing Me to tell Me how good it was is not submission. Begging for a release every day is selfish. My collared slaves know the rules – emptying their balls (My balls!) from time to time is not a question of self-indulgent pleasure. It is Me who gives them this pleasure, when I want and how I want (it is always part of a more or less complex ritual). This pleasure that I allow them to feel now and then is a reminder of their submission to Me, the power I have over their minds and bodies.

The text you can read below is from one of My collared slaves. he was allowed to cum after 3 months of chastity. I underline the key phrases that can help you, My followers to understand the right way to worship Me, to submit to Me.

“My Goddess,
Your slave wishes to report that it has obeyed Your order to empty Your balls.
It was done this morning after a long ceremony of worship lasting more than one hour.
For preparation I watched Your film “300”, whilst kneeling naked and still in chastity before the screen. Within moments I was spreadeagled flat on the floor, with arms and legs spread wide in homage to You. This film always has a very powerful effect on me. The slave waiting locked in his small cage, collared and in chastity, waiting for his owner to appear, reminds me of my own state, locked in chastity by You since July. i always tremble with fear when You appear, so awesome and powerful in the black leather skirt and boots, the coiled whip in Your hand. The way Your slave has to kiss Your boots and lick the soles to show his submission makes me want so desperately to be in his place, beneath Your boots where I belong.
i watched the film twice through, wincing in sympathy with Your slave with every stroke of Your whip, yet with every stroke falling deeper into a submissive trance.
Several times i almost came inside the chastity device, but it was so painful that i had to force myself to hold back.
Then, whilst continuously reciting out loud my slave mantra, i knelt up and removed Your chastity lock. Your cock swelled up immediately in grateful salute to enjoy its brief moment of freedom. i played then the second clip, praying to Goddess Ezada Sinn.
i cannot explain, my Goddess, how devoted and submissive to You I felt in this moment. it felt like i was really in Your presence, prostrate before Your throne, pledging lifelong submission and obedience to You, as You sat triumphantly above me, smiling in the knowledge of yet another conquered male, totally at Your mercy. i just kept repeating my mantra louder and louder, the intensity and passion of my submission and worship growing all the time as i tried to push myself deeper into the carpet. When at last the crescendo of my worship came, Your balls were emptied in a few short but very powerful pulses, and it was over.
I lay still for perhaps 10 minutes more, kissing the floor in gratitude and devotion, imagining that You, my Goddess, were standing over me, and that i was cleaning Your boots with my tongue in abject and grateful submission.
i have just now taken a shower and washed Your property very carefully before putting it back in its prison, where it will remain until at least November and probably far beyond.
This is what i have learned from You, Goddess, that You have absolute power over me, and that obeying You, serving You, suffering for You and worshipping You are the only things that matter.
i feel relaxed and relieved, but not free, as usually I have done in the past after sexual release. i feel now even more obedient and devoted to You. i don’t want to be free. i want to be Your slave. i want to serve You. i want to worship at Your feet and to suffer for You in order to please You.
Freedom has no more meaning.
i know that in future, if You ever allow me to cum again, that it can only ever take place as an act of worship and submission to You, never again as an act of self-indulgent pleasure. I feel like You have re-programmed me, that i am becoming just an extension of Your Will, and yet I know also that i am only at the beginning of my life under Your domination.

My Goddess, thank You so much for Your mercy in granting Your slave this temporary relief. i understand now that there is no chance of escaping from Your power. You understand me better than I know myself, and know exactly how to control me with just a few words, even from afar. Your power is truly awesome and i bow in submission before it. There is no other way.

i worship You, Sublime Goddess Ezada”

11 10 2014

Ode to Mistress Ezada Sinn

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“Instead of doing diary type entries this week which would inevitably be centred around one theme – woke up aroused thinking of my Mistress, dreamt of my Mistress all day, performed the mantra and then went to sleep with my Mistress uppermost in my mind! – I thought I would try and compose a little poetry relating to my voyage of discovery. Here it is – an ode to my Mistress, I do hope You like it!”

by slave in training len

I know, I just know….

In the maze of my submissive soul no way out or so it seems
Dead end after dead end, no escape to my fetish dreams
Dommes and Dominas, short, temporary relief but no fulfilment
Desperately seeking my submissive contentment.

What next, where to go, what to do, my heart and soul ache
I find the OWK, but not the courage, is it real or is it fake
And then She was there, a stunning superior Goddess
Somehow I know, I just know, that one day my soul She will possess.

But so far away, how to meet such a beauty of natural dominance
But somehow I know, I just know, I must make that chance
Like waves lapping at the shore with the rising tide
Reaching out, drawing me in, can’t hide, don’t want to hide.

Hundreds of miles between us and yet I can still feel
A strong pulsing draw like a magnet to steel
After years of futile search, never knowing, always down
A chance, a chance, can it really be in London town?!

E mails, response, connection made and date agreed
Heart racing, mouth dry, will my torment now be freed
Then my eyes set upon a vision of superior dominant glory
Could this be the final chapter of my submissive story?

Nervous and fumbling, desperately keen to impress
Her soothing authority calms me, freeing my distress
These moments of discovery are so special, time stands still
Somehow I know, I just know of my need to submit to Her will.

Slowly falling to my knees, eyes lowered then gently rising
I meet Hers, deep, dark, soulful, warm but uncompromising
As my heart trembles Her look delves deep into my soul
And I know, I just know I am surrendering to Her control.

She doesn’t need to speak, her spell it is cast
I want to serve and obey from this moment to my last
A burning desire has consumed me, fight it, no, embrace it
Let it warm you, envelop you, an everlasting flame just lit.

Of sharp intellectual beauty and commanding presence
A light piercing the soul, an intruder invading the senses
Beauty personified, sophisticated, graceful and stylish
To fall, serve, obey and pleasure is my only wish,

Her passionate flame burns in my soul, my desire within
To serve, suffer, obey and please my Goddess Ezada Sinn
Floating in a sea of happiness my search it is complete
A triumph of patience, faith and desire, never admitting defeat!

I know, I just know…..

Picture taken in Hoxton Dungeon for My slave in training len

04 10 2014

How to become a devotee

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People often ask Me whether there is an opportunity to serve Me. In fact I receive dozens of mails and messages with that question every day. Of course not all of these applicants can become My personal slaves. Hardly anybody can to be honest. Because of reasons on My side of the leash and also on theirs. But there seems to be some real need for a service to Me in a different form of relationship. And I must say that I do appreciate that. Because I need all sorts of services.

So in order to kill two birds with one stone, or as We say, in order to whip two slaves with one crop, I have decided to found an exclusive club: “The devotees of Sinn”. The devotees of Sinn will be a league of submissive men who have expressed their wish to serve Me and have proven that they are capable and dedicated to do so for real. Serving Me as a devotee can happen in many different ways. It can be by spoiling Me with gifts from my Amazon wish list or simply with money. It can be by offering Me transportation when needed, by acting in one of My clips, by offering legal assistance, by painting My living room, by writing something for Me, by spreading My religion in social networks etc. Maybe for some of You even by serving Me in person. The possibilities are endless.

Rather sooner than later there will only be two possibilities for a male to have any SM related contact with Me: As My personal slave or as a devotee of Sinn.

So, for those of You who now ask themselves “And what will i get in return?”: Do not bother to read on. Just leave this website and never come back. Because you have not understood what the whole concept of service and submission and adoration of Female supremacy is really all about. The service for Me already is the reward in itself. My true devotees will know that their service will connect them to Me. Giving Me pleasure, enhancing My wellbeing will make them happy as well. The service is the link that connects us, the link through which power can be exchanged. Serving the Goddess, the light of Her holiness shines on the servant. Serving the divinity, the servant himself becomes part of it. This concept has worked for centuries: Every monk will be able to tell you that.

There might be even more reward for the most valuable devotees later, but don´t take that into consideration for your decision on applying for membership at the devotees. If you have understood that, with your heart and not only with your small male brain, you have made the most important first step.

So, how does it work, becoming a devotee of Sinn? Quite easy really, at least for the first step: fill in the form below. Show Me your willingness to please and pamper Me by sending Me an Amazon.de gift card before applying as a devotee.