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05 01 2017

A little walk in the streets of Düsseldorf

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During the summer of 2015, I had the chance to join my Mistress in Her new home, in Germany, near Düsseldorf. I was delighted to be able to discover where my Goddess lives, to help Her move in and order the furniture, Her stuffs as She likes.

After two days of work, my Mistress was kind enough to introduce me to Her new city of Düsseldorf. We went into town with Her slave-husband.
It was a beautiful summer day with a light breeze. My Mistress was lovely, Her Roberto Cavalli dress embellishing beautifully the unique shapes of Her body, the curve of Her legs ending with the wearing of shoes Jimmy Choo splattering the cobbled streets of the city, Her perfect “chignon” reinforcing the brilliance of Her hair and Her designer sunglasses gave the appearance of a businesswoman reigning over the Rhineland. She took care to carry a riding-crop, which She carefully let out of Her expensive leather bag. Her charm was unattainable, Her beauty unalterable and Her power unrivaled. She emitted a force like a hurricane that carried everything in its path – She walked on water, on men, on the world.

For my part, as usual, I wore a metal chain closed by a voluminous padlock prominently on my polo. No doubt for the inhabitants of this city that I was under the right-of-way, under the yoke of this Sublime, intriguing Femme Fatale.

I was so proud and honored that I could accompany my Mistress in public, to walk slightly back, in the shadow of my Queen.

We went first to a department store where Mistress wanted to choose new pairs of pumps. Just before entering, She turned to me and with Her faint snap of her fingers, She pointed at the floor:

” purcelus, I want you to wait here for me, in front of the entrance, on Your knees, hands back till I finish My shopping “

I was surprised but without any hesitation, I kneel down on the floor and put my head down.

” be proud, slave, put your head down and show your devotion & happiness”

I was a little bit ashamed but also happy to be put at my right place in public. I am an Ezada’s slave. What’s better in this world? What’s more intense than to kneel in front of The Diva of Düsseldorf, the Queen of the Female Supremacy.

One hour later about, despite feeling the hurt on my knees, I was astonished by the come back of my Owner with her hubby carrying some big parcels. His gait, his pace, my last doubts flew away immediately. She is so great, so haughty, so worthy, so Divine. Waiting for my Mistress, somewhere, for days and nights, the deliverance is so unheard when She is back that we forget the long hours of waiting before the humiliating glances of passers-by.

I kissed her feet with so much love that my Mistress had to push me away:

“Enough slave, i want to sit now”

I move on all fours, my Mistress take her seat. She wanted to have a little rest after walking in the alleys of the shop. A few minutes passed and She wanted to try her new Hugo Boss shoes. While serving Her as a siege, I took an immense precaution to remove Her shoes without any movement. My Mistress wanting to use a fixed, motionless and comfortable seat. Several people stopped to immortalize the scene. To laugh with their friends or just to reproduce the same thing very soon.

Once Her new shoes were at her feet, She got up and we went for a walk in the pedestrian streets and then along the Rhine.
On the banks of the river, with a beautiful view of the Rhine Tower, My Mistress stopped on a bench to contemplate the view:

“Footstool, purcelus”

I executed myself and on all fours received the legs of my Mistress on the back. I must confess that it is a mentally intense position. You really feel your inferiority by being under the soles of your Mistress, but at the same time, you breathe the proximity of your highness and your utility for Her well-being. I could spend hours in this position privately, Madame working on Her computer or watching a movie to relax, but in public, it’s different. I think that my Mistress wanted to make me understand in the noblest of ways my place in society: at her feet, under her feet!

Under the eyes of the amused walkers, laughing, taking pictures under the joyous glance of Mistress Ezada, we stayed here about ten minutes.

I thought that my day, in terms of emotions and sensations, was over but my Mistress always knows how to surprise me when I least suspect it. A quality that makes her once again irresistible and makes me melt with love for Her. We walked to the busiest streets of the city with a number of pubs and bars where people gather for a drink outside in this warm summer atmosphere. I hardly recovered from my previous emotions when I came out of a staircase and saw his right hand making the signal:

‘Heel position’

I do not know how, or why, but without reflection, without the slightest hesitation, I began to walk on all fours, a step behind her. I concentrated on following the rhythm of her steps so as to be completely synchronous with her. I think she raised her head like a queen parading down the street. We approached a noisy place where many feet were close to us. I was subdued by Her feet, nothing around me could distract me, passers-by, the laughter of the people sitting at the bar, the laughing young women taking pictures, commenting on this surreal scene for them but so natural for my Mistress and also for me.

I could see nothing else than the legs of my Goddess. I am unable to say how many streets we crossed, how far I performed as a dog. I felt no bread in my knees, no mental discomfort to be thus transformed into a simple animal according to her Proprietary. I could go on like that for hours. My Mistress has the ultimate gift of propelling you into a universe where the surrounding world does not matter, you are totally bewitched by Her greatness, Her power, that you do not reflect, your instinct follows the least of Her steps, Her Gestures. You do not need to feel a leash drive you forward, you follow Her shadow, you are aspired by Her Absolute power.

I think the people of Düsseldorf immediately realized that it was not a game, a bet, but my life as a slave. She possessed such an intense charisma, a beauty so fatal, a look so imposing, a power so divine that day (like all the other days besides) that there was no doubt: She leads the world, the men fall to their knees, breathless, they are hypnotized by this first Lady. She needs no leash, no word, no gesture to drag me along in Her wake.

I continued on all fours and I heard nothing more to such an extent that my Mistress was surprised when She had to repeat me several times:

“up, up…up”

It was my turn to surprise Her. My lucidity, my envy, my devotion, my love were such that I did not think to get up, nor even today, nor even one day. My place was the same whether I was in the midst of the crowd or in his room, his dungeon: at his feet.

I was glad to see that I could not refuse my Mistress anything, that her gestures and sighs were marvelous orders to follow.
As for Mistress Ezada, I am sure that the city of Düsseldorf remembers Her, She left an indelible trace of Her grace, Her aura and I maintain the bet that all the men of the city will sooner or later kneel down thinking of my Goddess, our Goddess.

We ended the day with a nice outdoor dinner, at three. My emotions of the weekend were just beginning. …

I must admit that since this day i dream that my Mistress descends the Champs-Elysees, in Paris. I will not hold Her hand like in my teenage dreams, but I will follow Her back on all fours.

purcelus, absolute property of Goddess Ezada Sinn

27 11 2016

Picture of the week 45 2016 – Cow milking time

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My poor hubby is in such a difficult situation: he’s been in a very uncomfortable bondage position all night and I am not releasing him just yet. I know he’s tired, hungry and thirsty, but I don’t care, I’m still going have some fun at his expense. I love the vulnerable angle he’s shackled in: I can beat him, I can fuck him, and I can use him in any way I want. So let’s see whether he’s still a real man and can cum, after being bent over like a broken twig for all those hours. To force all the cum out of My balls, there’s no better way to start than a crop whipping. The poor hubby hates pain, but who cares? What I want is to drain his balls, and he can amuse Me in the process. I wonder which pet he will be for Me today: a cow, a puppy, a pig? I guess a cow that is getting milked. With a little lube and a few sensual strokes, hubby is soon mooing like a heifer in heat. My little cow, eventually, cums on My command. Oh too bad I just had to ruin his orgasm, letting all his “milk” spill out and trickle down onto the dungeon floor…

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20 07 2016

Picture of the week 29 2016 – Man to dog transformation

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This new slave has been in My service for 8 months now. But he’s not really useful for Me, not as a man. he’s neither bright, nor handsome, and has a small dicklet. So I don’t need him as a man, that’s why I am going to turn him into a dog, a bitch, to be more specific.

I have a specially designed latex outfit for him to wear that will force him to have his arms and legs bent to 180° all the time, keeping him in a correct position for a pet at the level of My boots. A nice bouncy tail and a dog mask will complete his transformation, and from now on he can only walk on all fours (in heel position, of course), bark and hump My leg. Good puppy!

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25 10 2013

Serving Me in Zurich part 2

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“Are you thirsty frank?”

I spoke these first words during our encounter, the third time by the way that I had ever met him. I spoke them so smoothly as if W/we had already been in the middle of an animated conversation. My innocent voice perfectly hided the entrance of the trap. frank might have known. Perhaps he even knew. Perhaps the moth also knows when taking direction into the shining flame of the burning candle. Perhaps frank and the moth both just show the same degree of addiction to the light that burns so brightly.

“Da Stapana. sunt foarte sete”

his anxious efforts to talk to Me in Romanian were so charming. he had told me once that he had spent hours and hours over months trying to learn some our beautiful yet somewhat complicated language because he knew how much I Myself love it. His efforts might have been persistent, the success was sadly rather limited.

The willingness of his answer to My so innocent question revealed his blatant ignorance. Maybe he even thought that I would honestly go to have a drink with him. I think he really was that naive. Poor puppy.

„Pull over there to that gas station on the right and stop in front of the shop.”

he did as directed. The big black limousine came to a halt and poor frank remained sitting in the driver seat unsure of what to do next.

„I want to exit.”

I was curious to see whether he had already made enough progress to know what was expected from him now. Well unfortunately he hadn’t. After opening My door he remained standing next to it. Quite obviously uncertain of what to do. The tall guy towering above me. I mean, how could he honestly dare to? I had to use the help of My flaming red nailed finger pointing to the ground to make him kneel down next to the car. I saw him biting on his lips when he became aware of the 3 inch stiletto nails he had only known from the pictures before.

So his laxness gave me justification enough for what I was about to let follow. Whereas, I had done it anyway. Justified or not, I felt like it, so I did.

„Waiting position.”

My voice so calm, yet irresistible to him as if I had yelled the command into his ears with a giant megaphone.

This was not the remote privateness of My Bucharest dungeon. Not even a dark corner of an empty Berlin street in the middle of the night. This was a brightly lit gas station in the midst of Zurich in the evening rush hour. As O/our car was standing right in front of the building, the scene was plain to see for all the other customers There were quite a few of them around and I realized that W/we were causing increasing attention amongst those.

Not that it would have changed anything but I was pleased to notice that frank did not seem to hesitate. He got down on his knees, his face went down, the forehead touched the grey concrete, the palms of his hands opened to Me to demonstrate complete surrender.

I remained seated in the car, watching him through the open door. Spying for even the slightest move of the kneeling body but I detected none. We were not talking anything but the unspoken communication between us was like a torrential river.

„i am Yours” his silent body screamed.

„I take you as Mine” My calm body answered.

I couldn’t help but to maintain the situation just in that state as it was. frank kneeling in front of the door, demonstrating his obedience to Me for the whole world, represented by a bunch of Swiss gas station customers.

I lay back in the comfortable seats of the Mercedes, feeling warm, safe, strong. W/we remained like this for about two minutes until I felt it was time to enter the next phase. I swung My feet swiftly out of the car placing them firmly just in front of his head. The tips of the high heeled boots were just an inch away from his bended head. Just a couple of more seconds before I spoke out the beautiful words he had waited for so patiently.

“You may kiss Me now for welcome.”

he was well aware of the fact that “kissing Me” meant kissing My boots of course. His face moved just close above the ground until his lips and tongue had found the shining leather. Kissing it, caressing it, worshipping it. I must admit that the warm feeling within me clearly intensified. And it seemed to concentrate between My legs.

I did not have to move much in order to take the metal dog collar out of My handbag. He kept on licking the leather while I laid that symbol of our bond around his neck. I had to interrupt his wet worshipping for that very special moment though.

“Stop now to listen.”

The little “click” has always been a huge turn on for Me. That special moment when the padlock of the collar closes. It so clearly demarks the watershed between man and slave. Hardly to be heard by anyone around, echoing like thunder in My ears and his

I grabbed My riding crop from My bag and got off the car. With a sharp tug on the leash that connected My right hand with his throat, I withdrew his tongue from My boots.

“Follow Me.”

What a sight that must have been to the brave Swiss. That voluptuous exotic woman in black leather pacing elegantly on high heeled boots. Walking slowly towards the cashiers house, throwing back a wave of black hair with her red nailed hand, dragging a man behind her on all fours like a dog.

When we entered the shop I took a moment to pause and look. And, quite frankly, also to be looked at. My head held high, My sight telling the stunned spectators clearly and without any ambiguity: “Here comes Goddess!” franks feeling were at the other end of the scale of emotions though. The sentiment of oppression and fear on the end of My leash was so apparent that I decided merciful to help him a bit. I shortened the leash so tight that his head was roughly pulled against my leathered thighs. I could feel how he pressed himself against my warm body, so seeking the proximity and the protection of his owner.

The beverages were kept in cupboards and huge refrigerators. I wanted it to be the biggest bottle of warm Coca Cola they had to offer. When I had made out what I had looked for, I pointed My crop to the shelf.

“Adu-o, cățelul meu”

The excitement automatically made Me speak to him in Romanian.

I let go the leash. Dog that he now was, frank crawled over to the shelf, grabbed the 1,5 litre bottle of coke with his teeth, crawled back to me and looked at his Mistress with his brown eyes. Looked right into My eyes, so obediently and grateful like a pet that has just retrieved the stick the Mistress had thrown away for him. I felt happy and I know that he did too.

“Stai aici frank!”

He stayed put while I unhurriedly walked over to the cashier to pay for the bottle of coke. The guy could not make up his mind what he rather wanted to stare at. Me or the man-dog that I had left kneeling in the middle of his shop. He decided for Me. The drool literally dropped from his open mouth. Sometimes I think, I could have them all if I only wanted to.

On My way out I grabbed My dogs leash who eagerly followed Me out of there. When W/we came outside W/we faced a whole bunch of people there watching, staring at U/us. I felt a strong surge to carry on but I didn’t. Enough show for the moment I decided. No encore of a nice whipping scene with frank lying on the hood of the big black car presenting his naked ass to the relentless beating of my ferocious crop. Not today.

he remained on his knees until i had taken place in the back of the nice Mercedes again. Then the discreet upward movement of the crop in My hand conveyed him the permission to get up again. he hurried around the car to his driver seat, started the engine and off we went, the bottle of coke still resting so innocently on my lap.