Lately I received a lot of feedback from other Dominant ladies, so I decided to continue to share My experience about Female Led Relationships.
The human brain is set to be more comfortable with things that are familiar rather than novelty. Sometimes it can be a good habit (like feeling hungry at the same hour or waking up in the morning around the same time) or it can be bad habit (like the cigarette after dinner or spending too much time on social media). My desire is to help My slaves to be at the best of their abilities – in their submission towards Me and in their vanilla life. But today I am going to speak only about the first aspect – establishing rituals that will help them become better slaves/servants for Me.
I train My slaves differently and, even though there is some similitude, their training is different. But all of them must perform a kind of ritual that, through repetition, will take them deeper into submission. For example, when they serve Me in person the collaring ritual is always the same. As is removing the collar. This will prepare their minds for what is to come and will help them adjust easier.
For distance training there is a mantra that My boys must repeat before performing various tasks.
I find this easy to implement idea very useful and I would love to hear your opinion about it. Maybe you have some experiences that you would like to share?
How does it feel to be locked in chastity, boy? I will make sure you understand why I love to keep you chaste and totally under My control. I shall teach you to forget about your sexual gratification and take pleasure from offering Me pleasure. you’ll discover how to accept the pain I inflict upon you as a gift from your Goddess, and the only satisfaction you will ever receive is the honor of being a good slave of Mine. I’m going to whip you and hurt you more and more intensely, all so you can ultimately please Me. The pleasure I take by using you is all about My satisfaction, and I get so aroused when I see the agony in your eyes. If you are a good boy and learn your lessons well, then just maybe you will get a reward. The ensuing reward of kissing My ass and worshiping all of Me, your Goddess and Owner.
For a year i have been training my ass, putting in bigger and bigger plugs. Stretching it for my Owner Goddess Ezada Sinn. Anyone who has seen Her clip store will know Goddess has some huge strap-ons in Her toy box. As Her bitch i must be able to accommodate anything She wants to insert. As i sit writing the command from Goddess comes “3 more pumps”, so the pink inflatable plug is pumped 3 more times. But this story is about yesterday’s events and my first meeting with “Horsie”.
Here i kneel in front of Goddess Ezada Sinn. She looks amazing in Her latex catsuit, but there is something else eye catching. “Horsie”, Goddess’ huge horse cock strap-on. It looks intimidating in picture, but just think how it must look when it is right in front of your face!! Holding it in my hands, i feel the heavy weight of this huge cock. No matter how much training i am not sure this will fit.
Soon i am bent over awaiting the inevitable, what am I feeling? Is it fear? Is it excitement? i would characterise it as intimidated, coupled with excitement. i knew this day would come so fear has long been vanquished, some nervousness when faced with such a monster is to be expected. However, Goddess’ obvious excitement at using “Horsie” on me for the first time is contagious.
Goddess places the giant cock on my back, it feels huge, like it is longer than i am tall. i feel the head against my ass, oh my, no escape now. Stretching, stretching and it’s in. No pain but full like never before. It will only get fuller, as Goddess pushes the cock deeper and it gets wider and wider. i wonder, will my ass ever recover? i’ve never felt anything so deep inside of me before. Never mind that now, more abuse for my hole to take yet. As Goddess thrusts back and forth the feeling of pressure is immense, but it begins to feel enjoyable.
Goddess continues fucking Her bitch hard then suddenly, pop, it is out. The feeling when Goddess pulled the cock out is almost indescribable, and rather arousing. It was like a suction, as if my insides were a vacuum. Which they most probably were, as the huge cock must have forced all the air out from inside me. i feel empty, but it doesn’t last long before i feel the invader knocking again at the door to my ass. Stretch, stretch, stretch, i am beginning to believe that my ass will never recover. But, i am definitely enjoying being thoroughly used as Goddess’ bitch. The pounding continues and continues until Goddess is satisfied then, pop, it’s out again. Thoroughly used and loved every second, so much so that i realise i have been dripping.
i look at Goddess, in Her latex outfit and the monster She has just abused my hole with, i am even more in awe of Her than ever before. So ends my first meeting with “Horsie”, i am quite sure it will not be my last. And, in the back of my mind, i wonder…..what else could possibly await?……..
Its time to teach My slave how he should learn to love the pain of My whip. It has been far too long since the last time I marked his skin. Unfortunately for him My dear friend Mistress Lilse von Hitte has offered Her help in making sure he understands what his purpose is and just how unpleasant and agonizing a hard whipping can be. The leather and rubber tips of our whips bite deep into the slave’s sensitive skin, while the pace of two dominant Ladies lashing him simultaneously overwhelms his senses. he has problems focusing on worshiping Lilse’s leather boots or kissing My stiletto heel shoes while the other one of Us trashes and tans his ass and back. The next hours just might break the poor boy into a pathetic puddle of tears.
Bananas, they are just a fruit aren’t they? That’s what i once thought, but like so many things, my perception of bananas has changed significantly since joining Goddess Ezada’s training.
Bananas form an important part of my training, i must use them daily and always have bananas in my home. What must i do, you ask…..anyone who has watched this clip www.EzadaSinn.com/9383317 will know. Goddess uses them to train me in cock sucking, i have to practice deep throating them. It is important that i am ready for Goddess’ cock when i am allowed to meet Her. In my second skype session with Goddess, i had to show Her how i was progressing. This was early in my training, and i was not so good. One must be able to take the banana deep without leaving teeth marks. i took it as deep as possible, but the gagging effect caused me to bite. More training was needed, there would be plenty since i was to practice every day. Every day i would lick the tip, kiss up and down the length of the banana before taking it as deep as I could. Deepthroating it is not easy, the gag reflex is strong, but i keep training and do my best to please Goddess. i would send Goddess pictures and videos of my training, often putting on lipstick so Goddess can see how deep I have managed to take the banana.
After much practice, i am able to take a full banana in my mouth. i still gag, but i am able to control it and leave the banana unmarked. At the FemDom Retreat, Goddess uses this to humiliate me in front of all the Mistress’ at dinner. Goddess has me explain how i train with bananas and how i can take a full banana in my mouth. i am utterly humiliated and Goddess revels in it, seeing Goddess happy makes the humiliation easier to cope with. Any slave of Goddess Ezada must accept that humiliation will be a part of his life. In the evening Mistress Ava gets a banana for me to demonstrate, my humiliation is deepened, but i manage to take the whole thing and Goddess is pleased. This is the reality of life under Goddess’ control, one exists for Her pleasure and must put aside any personal discomfort.
It goes deeper than that though, Goddess has so ingrained bananas into a part of my sex life that i find myself unable to see them without getting a little embarrassed at my thoughts. Just this morning i was in the supermarket, bananas were on my shopping list of course. Browsing the bananas, i search for the biggest and greenest i can find. i find myself becoming excited, the bigger the bananas the more excited i become. i know the Woman next to me knows nothing, but i find myself becoming embarrassed. i’m sure i must have been blushing.
The size and ripeness of the bananas is extremely important, green bananas are much better. An overripe banana is no good, it is far too soft. Why does this matter? Well, sucking and deepthroating isn’t all that i may have to do. In my skype session with Goddess i was ordered to peel a banana and insert it. The banana was a little overripe, and so this became very messy. Let me tell you, sitting there with banana dribbling out of you is very humiliating. From that time on i would always try to find the greenest bananas i could, i never know what i will be ordered to do.
Ripeness is even more important when they are used for my ass fucking training.
Those who follow me on twitter may have seen this image of Goddess’s poodle using bananas while watching Her clips. This task had multiple purposes. 1. it was very humiliating. 2. To strengthen the association between bananas and sex which Goddess had developed. 3. To train me to associate having things inserted in my ass with pleasure.
picture from the Internet
So here i am today, someone who used to enjoy eating bananas but now, due to Goddess Ezada’s training, unable to look at a banana without thinking about where it could be inserted.
I strongly believe in training My servants to use household objects or or other things that can be found in any house. Not only because it is easy for them (they don’t have to buy sometimes expensive S&M toys, they don’t have to hide them in case they need to be very discreet) but also because I know that in time, every time they will see/use the respective objects in their everyday activities, it will be a reminder of their training.
My devotee, you have been waiting so long to physically worship Me, to actually serve Me, to show Me your deepest devotion. I am pleased with your submission, the way you spread My religion, the repetition of My mantra over and again at the altar, your purchase of all My video clips. So, as a reward, today will be your lucky day.
“Waiting position!.” I will grant you permission to worship My feet, the lowest part of my sacred body. “Doormat position” and stick your tongue out. Look at you, so completely addicted to My power, to My body, to My control. you have no free will at all, slave, just witness how you’ve become My bitch, doing whatever I want, whenever I want.
Now start jerking for Me, slave. Lying prostrate before Your Goddess, proving your addiction to Me in every minute of every hour of your life. Hungrily waiting for My tweets, always buying my newest clips, wanking only to Me, Your Goddess, My legs, My feet, and My sandals. you will cum for Me only when I allow, and you will lick your filth off My royal shoes and the sacred ground I walk upon. Because that is your place, My trusted devotee.
The only place you exist: below and underneath Me.
I made this clip as a gift for My devotee horstie-fm who won the picture caption contest I held at the beginning of this year. As he said multiple times on twitter, this clip helped him go even deeper into submission to Me, I decided to give all My devotees the chance to see it and be influenced by it. (No names are mentioned in the clip)
Control, it lies at the core of human life and society. For as long as humans have existed it has been the case. Some are in control, others are controlled. Each has a place in society. Goddess Ezada Sinn is definitely in control, She loves control. Goddess enjoys having control of every facet of Her slaves lives. What they eat, when they eat, how they eat, how they use the toilet. All these things and more will be controlled by their Goddess. Her beauty and charm make it effortless for Her to take over.
It was early in my training when Goddess began to take control, and it was as easy for Her as breathing. i had just started Goddess’ advanced training when Goddess told me i was no longer allowed to pee standing up. This is just the beginning of Goddess taking control of the most intimate and natural activities. At home or work having to sit down to pee does not present a problem, but imagine when one goes to a football match. All the cubicles are full (usually of people smoking), it is tempting to cheat, but Goddess’ command is firm in one’s mind. So, wait one must and venture into the smoke filled cubicle to sit down to pee as Goddess wishes.
Orgasm control……..this is one of Goddess’ most favourite things. Goddess will have as many orgasms as She wishes, the slave only when and how She wishes. One never knows how or when one will be permitted to orgasm. One thing is for certain, it will be nothing like before Goddess took control. Goddess likes to have Her slaves locked in chastity devices, but whether locked or not, the slave is not free to orgasm at will. If not in chastity one must exercise mental chastity. In some ways mental chastity can be harder than being locked, having the ability to touch oneself but not having permission can be torture. Goddess, of course, knows this and uses this to increase Her control over Her slaves.
Goddess will continue to find new ways to demonstrate Her control. you may be going about your day as normal when a message from Goddess appears. “Edge yourself for me”. This is sweet torture, finally having permission to touch oneself but knowing that no pleasure will come of it. To bring oneself to the edge of orgasm time and time again is a most frustrating experience. The desire to continue and cum is strong, but again, Goddess command is firm in one’s mind “do not cum”.
When one is permitted to orgasm, it will be how and when Goddess decides. In a way which will amuse Goddess. It may be humiliating or it may be painful. A message may come through “eat it”, and you will dutifully go ahead and carry out the humiliating task. Alternatively, you may find tabasco sauce being used in ways you never thought it would. Let me tell you, tabasco sauce hurts. It doesn’t matter how painful or humiliating, you will do it because Goddess wishes it.
Her slave’s diet will also be controlled by Goddess. A message from Goddess informed me i am now on a special diet. i am not fat, but Goddess wants perfection. Obeying Goddess’ command, i have no more sweets and more salads. Yes, Goddess is over 500 miles away, but cheating has never entered my mind. Goddess holds such control that doing anything but follow Her orders is not even considered.
It is not just through Her explicit commands which Goddess takes control, there is a level of implicit control. Serving Goddess changes one’s perspective, your own wants and needs seem unimportant. Your vanilla life becomes nothing more than a means to an end, the end being pleasing Goddess Ezada Sinn. The first thought in the morning and last thought at night will be of Goddess.
i wake up in the morning and the first thing i do is apply nipple clamps, i welcome the pain knowing that it is what Goddess wishes. In work, I carry on my job as normal, but always wondering if there is anything i can do to make Goddess smile. i create implements with which Goddess will be able inflict pain. It is a strange concept to make something knowing it will be used to bring one pain, but i do this to please Goddess. i send humiliating pictures and videos hoping they will amuse Goddess, dignity not important alongside Her beautiful smile.
So, here i am, a once free male who longer has any control. i belong to Goddess Ezada Sinn and i couldn’t be happier.
Blog entry written by My collared slave sit. I love My slave sit very much.
During my stay in the fabulous Residenz Avalon, I had the chance to experience the unique sensation of being in captivity under the reign of Goddess EZADA Sinn.
I slept in a small cell smallest than 2m², finally I was trying to sleep.
I do not want to miss the arrival of my Mistress. Thus, each footstep on the floor (the cells are in a basement without any natural light), I threw myself from the small mattress to put me on Waiting position in case of my Mistress would open the door of the basement. Moreover She could appear at any time, even in the middle of the night, I admit I had trouble falling asleep. I had knelt more than ten times so that not missing the majestic entrance of my Goddess.
By the morning, I think, without any influence from the outside world, sound, brightness, … I cannot accurately estimate at what time I could sleep.
Suddenly I was awakened by the firm, fast and clocked step of Mistress Ezada Sinn. The sound of her high heels on gross cellar floor sounded like an alarm melody that you cannot avoid. I prostrated myself in a flash, yet despite heavy eyes, hands outside of the cell.
She opened the door, slid Her favorite riding crop on each rod cells while screaming:
“wake up slave !”
My body froze from head to toe
She stopped at my cell and put Her soles with conviction on my palms. I was impressed by Her voice, her spurs that adorned Her Boots. I was afraid, I could not raise my head, I had no right. My place is much lower than Her calves, Her ankles, I should be in a pit (such as a cell of the residence where you are completely buried in the ground) to be in my place in comparison to the Greatness of my Highness.
She ordered me:
“Kiss my boots, slave!”
After dropping kisses with the greatest devotion and indescribable relief to see the Mistress of my life, She exclaimed:
“slave, look at Me!”
I looked up with biggest difficulty in the world. Her Over the knee Boots curve Her calves, Her knees and the lower part of Her thighs to perfection. I discovered successively She wore her Ralph Lauren’s leather pants, a black belt, pure white blouse, small leather driving gloves. When I arrived up to Her face, I was blinded as a child who is dazzled by the light of the day.
Was I dazzled by Her beauty, Her coldness, Her greatness, Her aura?
Was I scared to meet Her determined eyes, her brilliant and sadistic glance?
Was I dreaming?
Or simply I was amazed by the magnificence of my Mistress after being separated from Her for an indefinite period but far too long for me?
I finally widened my eyes. She was immaculate as usual, a spicy red lips, a brilliant face powder, Eyes to die, Her long shiny black hair falling down to Her unique kidneys like the mane of the strongest lioness. Her head wearing a military hat from the highest Officer Grade giving Her an extra dose of Governess of the Residenz, an untouchable Goddess. Simply, I met a Goddess, a true, by Her elegance, grace, charisma. She had put me a lot in my eyes *, as we say in France. (* Elle m’en a mis plein les yeux)
She asked me if I spent a good night with a sadistic smile so that to show me that She loves to feel me locked up here with no comfort when she could enjoy the night in her large bed with Her slave-husband looking at me through the camera constantly filming the cell.
Then after opening the padlock locking the door of my cell, She ordered me:
“Heel position!”
I followed Her as best as I could, because She walked with a quick step and basements of Avalon are not welcoming to my knees, like the metal staircase leading to the private apartments of Madame.
She opened a door on the 1stfloor and I knew instantly what she expected of me.
A large examination room with a shower and a transparent toilet bowl in the middle of the room. The big day was so happened. I was going to have the honor of receiving the Mistress’s breakfast. The one She was prepared the day before, She has fashioned for the whole night.
I was really excited to have this opportunity.
But would I measure up?
Would I be able to enjoy everything, appreciate this ultimate reward, the divine unction, this sacred meal?
She pointed me with a snap my position, under the transparent bowl by opening a small hole, then closed it around my neck.
That’s it, I was now a human toilet for my Mistress.
As usual, to live the moment even more intensely, She began to tickle my mind by Her divine words:
“you will be my full toilet today, you Will receive My breakfast this morning, you will eat it all and you will love it. My ass is the source of your food, you belong to Me, I can use you in any way I want, like My private toilet.”
I began to feel an erection increasingly strong, just listen to Her words and imagining the moments that will follow.
“you will become an extension of My anus, be both sub-shit and recycle. you will continue the sublime and mysterious work of transformation of the insider matters in My body, to keep the benefit that was not good for Me but still profitable to an animal like you. purcelus (my nickname means Pig in Romanian language), pigs are sometimes fed excrement recycled, they bear very well and that is good for them should be good for a purcelus “
Then She laughed with a no dissimulate pleasure so that to humiliate me psychologically before starting to degraded myself physically.
My heart kept beating louder and suddenly She unbuttoned Her expensive leather pants before sitting down on the toilet.
I think this is probably the most shuddering moment, the most intense and enjoying thrill in my life.
I said in my head :
“now, you do not-have the choice, you-have to do it for Your Goddess, for our love”.
Then slowly, sensually, I felt Her fruity champagne that flowed more abundantly in my mouth. Before seeing Her caviar releasing it from Her divine source, from Her Majestic den.
I did my best to receive all of Her breakfast in my mouth until i am overflowed by her Brown shower.
I savored every grain of caviar without difficulty with a certain gusto, despite a somewhat consistent texture and an aroma releasing the stronger flavors than the last one.
She left the room and ordered me to swallow everything, clean everything, like a real flush mechanism.
Even alone, I hastened me to eat it all. I do not know how I could eat the whole before the return of my Mistress. Maybe because I had not eaten for almost 24 hours and only a few remains of a meal from my goddess 48 hours ago.
She came into the room, told me to rinse my mouth and face. I could not stop thanking Her for such a unique reward :
” thank You Goddess, thank You my Empress, Te iubesc Stapana mea”
I was on a cloud, as satiated after a memorable breakfast. a piece of my mistress was in me, I was a little more closer myself of Her, of Her Intimacy. From now on, nothing will be as before, I will serve Her as a Human-toilet whenever She wants, wherever She wants, 24H / 7D.
Will I be able to accept this honor daily whatever the color, smell, and consistency of Her Breakfast, or another diner.
She put me a humbler and ordered me to go back waiting Her in my cell. I executed immediately, on all fours. Arrived in my cell, I wondered if I had not dreamed those wonderful moments, this delicious morning at her feet, under the awesome buttocks of my Goddess.
I went back down to paradise, just as I went back down to the basement of the residence Avalon.
My last doubts to know if I dreamed or I lived an unforgettable morning disappeared when my Mistress arrived an hour later, a nasty single tail in Her right-hand ….
Story written by My slave nuli, after meeting Me for the first time, in Dusseldorf. Pictures were taken with My phone, during the meeting.
“On July 16, the great time when i would be under Goddess Ezada’s direct control came. i had been so eagerly longing for the time that when the time was approaching, i got more and more nervous. Goddess Ezada had occupied fully my heart and mind, there was almost no space for anything else. Every morning just after i got up and every night just before i went to bed, i tortured my nipples for Goddess Ezada, expressing my worship for Her: “i worship You, Goddess Ezada. i belong to You.” Now i was in Her presence, so close to my Goddess, i really did not know how to behave and what to say to Her. Though i had seen so many Her clips and photos, and so many times each, still i was shocked greatly by Her beauty, charms and gentleness.
She picked me up from the railway station, and took me to the dungeon for me. On the way, She told me that i would be trained like a dog. After arrival in the dungeon, i was ordered to take off my clothes and shoes, then, She put a collar around my neck, and let me crawl into a cage. Now the two days’ training for me to be Her devoted slave began.
After a while, i heard the vigorous sound of high heels knocking on the tiles, Goddess Ezada thrust one of Her pretty feet in a brand new shining high heeled boot between the bars of the cage. “Kiss it!” i showered my kisses on Her boot. How many times i had dreamed of kissing Her miraculous feet either in shoes or boots, I could not tell, but now the dreams came true. i stopped kissing at Her word “enough!” Then i was ordered to crawl out of the cage and to Her throne where She was now sitting. Again i was allowed to kiss Her boot as the beginning of the ceremony to present my gifts to Her. i was so happy when She told me She was fond of them all.
Then i realized the key moment came, which would decide if She accept me to be Her slave or not. But i was so nervous and clumsy that even in the first test about if i kept Her instructions in mind, i forgot all the positions She had told me beforehand to practice and remember except for the first one—the waiting position. Several of my failures in the test caused the accumulation of whippings as punishment increasing to the number of 65. So i was led to the rack attached to the big bed in the sleeping room, with my hands fastened to the both ends of the crossbar of the rack. Goddess Ezada tried different types of whips on me. At first She flogged me, letting me count the number myself. When i counted to ten, i began to feel the sharp pain. But i saw Goddess Ezada waving Her flog in the mirror. Even when She was flogging hard, She had such a special beauty and elegancy, that my heart melted. Being flogged by such a miraculous beauty, i felt myself in the paradise. my heart was full of gratitude to Goddess Ezada, because the flogging She inflicted on me brought me closer to Her, not only physically but also spiritually. i love to be whipped by Her, no matter She used any kind of whips, some of which even bit into my skin and broke it, especially when the whippings landed on the same spot, just like salt spread on a wound. But i just wanted to express my gratitude to Goddess Ezada, this made me able to resist any pains and sufferings. i just eagerly felt like telling my Goddess: “Thank You, my Goddess Ezada!” and “i worship You, Goddess Ezada. i belong to You!” With these words, all my sufferings and pains were gone. my soul got sublimed. i realized that to be Her slave is the only bright way for me to take; that under Her control and whips, i can learn how to live for the Goddess i love wholeheartedly, how to be a useful, helpful and selfless gentleman, defying any difficulties and hardships in my life.
The whippings brought me especially spiritually closer to my Goddess Ezada. So the same day and the next day, i went through more sessions of whippings where Goddess Ezada increased Her strength and hurt more painfully, i felt them more tolerable just because i believed the fact that whippings please Goddess Ezada is not based on Her need of Her slaves’ pains and sufferings, but on Her divine love for Her slaves. Generally speaking, slaves only need know, to take pains and to suffer for the goddess they worship, would please her, it’s enough. They just try their best to prove that they really love and worship her, no matter how she treat them, and what costs they have to pay for the worship to their goddess. But i have further explored my relationship to Goddess Ezada, i found that no matter how She tortured me and how harsh and strict She was to me, She always cherished a divine love for me, to make me give up useless and surplus desire, desert selfishness and arrogance, pay more attention to my manners, always try to be a polite, modest, selfless gentleman, and respect women, especially respect and worship my Goddess obediently and unconditionally. i even miss to be whipped by my Goddess Ezada. Of course, i will not make mistakes on purpose so as to be punished with whippings just for the sake that they keep our relationship closer. But i will be ready to accept any punishment from Goddess Ezada, if i ever make any mistakes. For example, during the two days, i was so stupid not to have understood Her orders to keep me where i was. i just stayed where i was for a short while, then i thought of Her earlier order to have me go upstairs to take a shower, so i made the mistake of ignoring Her orders to keep me where i was, and saw Her changing clothes in the doorway. Immediately She got very angry, i knew my mistake, and felt very sorry for it, but i did not make any unnecessary explanation, just accepted the whippings willingly. By the way, while she was whipping, i found that my Goddess Ezada looked so beautiful, so fascinating, so sexy, even when She got very angry. i apologized in mind for my stupidity to have made such a stupid mistake, and offended my divine beautiful Goddess. This made me to be very attentive when listening to my Goddess’ words, and other people’s words as well.
In short, i found Goddess Ezada’s whippings on me mean so much for me. They left some marks on my back, especially on my hips. But by now, almost all of them have faded. But just as Goddess Ezada told me, “Marks will fade, but I will be in your mind.” Yes, Goddess Ezada will always be in my mind, and the marks of divine love left by Her will always stay in my heart. I worship You, my Goddess Ezada. I belong to You forever.
Dedicated to my deeply worshiped Goddess Ezada.
—Your humble slave nuli”
And so my weekend serving Goddess Ezada begins with a kiss on Her hand. A weekend during which I would face pain & humiliation, meet some amazing people, watch an artist in action and have some amazing new experiences (and provide Goddess Ezada with a new experience too, but more on that later).
On first seeing Goddess Ezada i am struck by Her bearing. She walked across the airport so regally, there was no doubting who would be in charge (as if there ever was). On facing Goddess i was struck by Her beauty, so much more intense in person than Her pictures can ever do justice. The weekend begins with a taxi journey across to the dungeon, i am struck by how warm and engaging Goddess is. i had felt this during the distance training but to feel that in person was something else. Goddess manages to combine the ability of putting one at ease with ensuring one is aware who is in command. As the day went on i began to learn what it meant to be under Goddess’ control, i no longer have a choice in anything. When to eat, what to eat, in fact all decisions would be made my Her. one exists only to please her, as Her property one no longer has the right of choice.
We go to a nearby restaurant, it is here i earn my first punishment. Taking Goddess’ coat, i unintentionally allow it to touch the floor. Intentional or not, this is unacceptable and Goddess has no hesitation in telling me how many whiplashes i have just earned. We enjoy a very pleasant meal, chosen by Goddess of course, and return to the dungeon. Here i would have the pleasure of meeting Madame Caramel and Mistress Lilse, it was a genuine pleasure to meet them. Despite my nervousness and Their clear superiority, i found it impossible not to warm to them.
Goddess wishes for me to entertain Her and Her Friends. First i am to change into my pink poodle outfit, coming back into the dungeon Goddess and Madame Caramel (Mistress Lilse would arrive a little later) cannot help but laugh. i display myself, wiggle my tail and generally humiliate myself for
Their pleasure. It was humiliating, but hearing their laughter and pleasure mattered more than my ego ever could. After a while it is time for a change of outfit, Goddess leads me into the bedroom to change. Before changing Goddess gestures for me to move into Collaring position, the moment i have been waiting for so long. Goddess places the collar around my neck and closes it, now i truly feel like i belong to Her. i change into my next outfit, pink hair, big boobs and a pink tutu. Madame
Caramel teaches me how to serve champagne properly, something i would very much like to thank Her for. During the evening i serve Goddess and Her Friends, i also dance around and make myself look stupid for their pleasure. This is deeply humiliating and yet i revel in it, I find Their laughter and Their clear enjoyment so infectious that my humiliation becomes irrelevant. After a while it is time for Madame Caramel, Mistress Lilse and joris (Madame Caramel’s property) to leave to go for dinner.
It is at this point i make a grave mistake and the one i would suggest i am most disappointed about. i am to prepare Goddess some food. Sadly i allow myself to be so distracted by the situation that i do something which i would never normally do. i peel and handle a banana to prepare for Goddess Ezada, however, i neglect to wash my hands. This is a grave error and one which shames me even now. Goddess pronounces Her judgement.
A little later a slave arrives for a session with Goddess, whilst the session is carried out i am to wait in the bedroom until needed. Being in there while Goddess is in session is intriguing, i hear muffled sounds from the dungeon. Goddess’ mocking of the slaves, the sound of whips but most of all Goddess’ laughter. i love to hear Goddess laugh, not only does it mean She is enjoying herself, but it has an almost musical quality to it.
After the session has completed it is time to face my punishment. i have earned a total of 30 whip strokes. i am worried, this will be the first whipping i have ever taken and to add to this Goddess has decided that a punishment is best done publicly and so this will be in front of Mistress Lilse.
Sometimes in life some things are inevitable and one must accept them. When one is owned by Goddess Ezada then pain is inevitable, whether this is for punishment or just for Goddess’ pleasure.
The only thing to do is take the pain and enjoy Goddess’ obvious pleasure. It is to be a spanking this time, Goddess straps me down to bench and begins my punishment while i count. Mistress Lilse points out that i miscounted and 5 more strokes are added. By then end my ass is stinging and looking rather pink but i am through it. i realise this is only a starter, but it is a watershed moment for me and Goddess seems pleased. i am released and ordered to clean the dungeon, a task i willingly carry out several times over the weekend.
As the evening draws to a close i serve Goddess and Mistress Lilse as they relax, i manage to earn more punishment which will be delivered the following day. Mistress Lilse leaves and Goddess and i retire to bed, i have the floor of course. To look up at Goddess before one goes to sleep is a wonderful feeling, i feel myself drawn into Her eyes.
A kiss on Her hand signals the end of my first day in Her service, a wonderful start but the following day would bring a new experience….for both of U/us………
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