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28 07 2016

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The memoirs of an undercover agent

June 2016
Malaga airport,
on Friday, May 27th, 2016,
at 2:20 pm

Good afternoon Sir
« Sir », this is 001. The man in straw hat and dark glasses. A Moldavian living in Romania. I dare not call him by his registration number : he is very jealous of his authority!

– Hello 007. You have seen KURTZ? It’s done ?
KURTZ is a German dentist, and “007” it’s me, MEDOR. I’m number 007 in the Organization, and I am very proud of this number so well beard by Sean Connery, the British secret agent. Sean Connery is my idol ! I would like so much to be like him !

It’s done. You are fine ?
It’s okay. Let’s go. Follow me. Quickly. The Boss is waiting for us in the parking.
Some news of 004 ?
004 is my friend. He’s American, and I met him in Costa Rica. As he hates violence, travels, and field missions, we nicknamed him “SIT”
– We have seen him recently in LONDON, and in DUSSELDORF where the Organization has offices.

I annoy 001 with all my questions. I must not insist. 001 is not talkative!
Between us, we always use our registration numbers, like in spy movies. But, following 001 in the parking lot, I am thinking of the latest invention of the Boss: he would like to give us dog names. Yes, dog names! What an idea !
The Boss considers that numbers, James Bond style, it’s not very discreet. I don’t disagree : numbers, it acts secret agent!

I would rather be a German Shepherd, as they are glorious animals: I have one at home, and I love it. It contributes to ensure my safety when I go on mission. Not that he is nasty, he is gentle as a lamb, but it’s scaring !
Meanwhile, since the Boss decided that, I would be a Labrador … Go ahead for a Labrador

* * *

Arriving in the parking lot, I had the surprise of my life. There, sitting on the back seat of a BMW car, I saw a young woman, a very beautiful young woman, a slightly cold yet fascinating beauty. The Boss is a woman boss !

On reflection, it’s not so surprising, given the objectives of the Organization.
But I still hesitate, and say stammering:
You … you are the Boss? … Or will you lead me ?
My surprise makes her smile:
No, I’m the head of the Organization. The “Boss” if you prefer. The one and only Boss.
You should be flattered that I came personally to meet you at the airport : I had business to take care of in Malaga.
Come on, do not just stand there, looking at me stupidly : come on, and sit in the car next to me.
But first, tell me, have you seen KURTZ ?

Berlin, Alexanderplatz, May 16th, 2016

Good morning, Mister KURTZ.
Good morning, you are 007 ?
Yes
They gave me notice of your arrival. I must « fit » you up, as you will probably be promoted, and meet the « big boss »… You’re well oiled! He cares very much for preserving his anonymity! Imagine I neither had the chance of meeting him… after thirty years of good and loyal services…In a few words, I have to adjust a cavity in one of your teeth, and set down five grams of this powder. Must be a kind of cyanide. Then I will crown it all…. Thus, in case of trouble, it will be enough to tear up the crown.
Do you prefer I hollow a healthy tooth, or a tooth already devitalized ? With a healthy tooth, it would be stronger : I’d be more sure of the result.

A healthy tooth, I think, if it doesn’t hurt that much… But if my crown peeled of accidentally ?

First I am going to drill a tooth of the lower jaw. Furthermore you would have only to spit and rinse your mouth.
So stop panicking! The tooth is nothing. You’re very lucky, I tell you! My successor will take away all that, when you’ll go into retirement … if either …

In the BMW, May the 27th, at about 8:30 pm

Definitely I don’t like at all the south of Spain : some sort of deserts between mountains. However, the place where we are going now is rather green, as we are keeping to the side of a valley. And it has been raining a lot recently…
Sitting to the driver side, the Boss explains she wants to « become acquainted with me », and to test my abilities to serve her faithfully… without ever questioning her orders, and in any situations. That’s why she has created a Training centre near by Malaga.

We’ll be there in less than a quarter of an hour, she added.
I’ll get to know later that this « Training centre » is also the villa where she’s living, when she doesn’t travel all around the world. And what a villa ! Superb !

Saturday, May the 28th, in the Training center of the Organisation

Yesterday in the car, the Boss told me a lot about the Organisation. Obviously, she puts all trust in me, and that makes me very proud.
This morning everything going well, like clockwork. Lonely, the villa is located on the top of a hill, surrounded by beautiful landscapes.

I spend all my time between bathing pool, and kitchen duties.

As you have certainly noticed, I’m trying to get into favour with my Boss, giving her all marks of an extreme submission…

I don’t know what my idol – James Bond – would think of that, but it’s also for pleasure, for my pleasure. Finally, I like licking her feet. My boss is so nice and so beautiful !

Besides, here, they are all in love with her. Why not me ?

Bless me, Medor, you’re not falling seriously in love with the Boss ? Take care, Medor. Don’t put your foot in it. One must not mix trifle and toil !

Finally, if you want to be indulgent, and given the equally undeniable charm of our Boss, you could assume that 001 wanted to ensure the validity of above hypothesis ?
I have not told you that, in the Centre, wearing the kilt is mandatory for all male staff members. And we must wear a collar displaying our serial number. The Boss claims it’s essential to ensure safety, and to maintain discipline!
About discipline, I have the impression that the boss still distrusts me a little. It makes me sad, and I walk on eggshells…

During my recent assignment, in Thailand, Serbia, and Costa Rica, everything went very well, and I was qualified for our Boss compliments.
But earlier, in Algarve (Portugal), I got angry for a silly reason, abandoned my workplace, and almost gummed up the whole works. They had to replace me off the cuffs ! The Boss expelled me for six months, and I had to beg her to reinstate me in the Organization.

The Organisation has over 14000 registered supporters, and the la Boss is always very present. I know all about it. She is managing permanently 5 to 10 missions, and towards leading agents, she set herself the rule to answer always in less than 24 hours.

The Training center, Saturday, 4 pm

Meanwhile serious things/chores were to begin soon.

In the middle of the afternoon, my Boss came back from her room fully dressed in leather…

So beautiful and thrilling in leather !

She looked exactly what she is really : an heroine of spying movies… who would fall soon in the waiting arms of James Bond !
She talked for a long time with her assistant, a certain Miss Velvet, and with a man clad in red latex overall : probably a frog man, a combat diver in charge of setting mines under the bottom of hostile vessels ?

Then my dear and beautiful Boss sat down, and gave me a sign to come closer :

– Bring me the whip you offered me. It is in my bedroom, on the table, she ordered curtly.
Here, I must give you an explanation. In Berlin, when he gave me notice of being invited in the Boss’s villa near Malaga, I asked 001 timidly what kind of little gift I could bring to the big chief, for thanking him ?

I thought 001 was making fun of me, when he showed me on Ebay – with a little smile – a beautiful whip with a silver handle, intended for leading hounds while hunting. This whip was sold by an Englishman, and, if I was not myself a little English, I could suspect him of being a « serious depraved », knowing there is hardly any more hunting in England.

But 001 was very insistent, swearing he was serious, and that this gift would certainly please the Boss. So I bought the whip, and offered it to our Boss, while arriving, on Friday evening.

Therefore I went to her room, where I found again this strange gift. Then I came back alongside the swimming pool, holding neglectfully the whip in my hand, both excited and a little anxious… I thought she wanted to show her new toy to Miss Velvet.
You put a knee on the ground, and hold out both hands, when you present something to me, roared my Boss who added at once :

Now I will see if it’s possible to turn you into a good boy. Are you a mollycoddle, a yellow belly ? Do you fear pain ? Have you been whipped already ?

I don’t think so . No.
So I’m going to whip you.

I want to be sure you are devoted enough to me to endure humiliations and pain.
Sure you want to please me whatever would be the price !

I am going to whip you, on this pommel horse, alongside the swimming pool, in full sight of everybody !

You’ll understand I could not take pictures of what has been a major episode in my life.
That kind of “episodes”, unfortunately there have been others, many others. But that day, in Malaga, it was the « first time ». The one you will remember for ever !

She hurt me really bad. However, having at last dropped down her whip, she looked vaguely worried, when she asked me :
You suffered a lot ? It was endurable ?
And me, for pleasing her, I answered courageously… and stupidly :
– For pleasing you, I could take much more !

At that time my Boss seemed very satisfied. She made me a big smile, and put back her nose in her cell phone, for sending Tweets all around the world.

So I vanished in the kitchen to get over my emotions by devouring some pieces of chicken, and to finish the wiping of lunch dishes.

The Training centre, Saturday, 6:30 pm

Later in the evening, 001 appeared in the kitchen, armed with his camera:
Mistress wants to see you now, disguised as “little marquis”, with your wig and your kilt.
This expression “Mistress” I heard for the first time, surprised me, and I refrained from answering “again” !
I had not enough confidence in 001 to allow me that kind of joke.

So I put my suit of a Scottish gentleman in the eighteenth century, and came to introduce myself.
Here my cruel Mistress lifted my kilt and said :

We are going to start again: you do not even have marks, and now 001 will take pictures especially for you. In the future, when you go on a mission, you will take those pictures to remember you would pay dearly for disobeying me … Not talking of “treason”: you know I never hesitate to take decisions – let us say – “final”!
That’s where my serious « training » began.

A member of the Organisation must endure pain without flinching.

The Boss says it’s “a great proof of love towards her”.

To the wise, salvation !

This time the Boss hurted me horribly ! Over one hundred blows, at maximum force !
I could not help but cry. I still have marks.

However, when it was finished, my Boss seemed again very satisfied. I had not shown great courage, but I think she was pleased to have let off steam as well, and happy that I was not disputing her authority in any direction, even in my flesh.

The night from Saturday to Sunday

On Saturday evening, I have been qualified for an extraordinary sign of encouragement !
Instead of sleeping in the small building reserved for staff (planned to withstand a siege when needed, and built over a nuclear fallout shelter), the Boss get me into her bedroom!
You heard well, good folks, into her bedroom !

Arriving in her room, my Boss laid down on the big bed she shares with 001, to rest while resuming her busy bee work on the Net.

Look at those leather pants that molds her hips, thighs, buttocks … Great God, I love leather … and I love even more my Boss!

She excites me, the Boss! She does everything to arouse me!

Ah, if I was James Bond, for a long time she would have fallen into my arms !

But I’m not James Bond (the only things we have in common are the kilt and the lace shirt), and our night was wise. Wise but intimate ! We talked a lot. She talked about her life and her work. I understood better the difficult position of 001 within the Organization and with the Boss.

We really got acquainted.

I slept on the floor on a mattress at the foot of their bed. I fell asleep like a log, while she was still slogging with 001.

Training center, Sunday, May 29th 2016

Waking very late, after a good night’s sleep, strewn with erotic dreams on which I will not expand. On waking, I’m allowed to lick her toes by way of greeting. We had lunch outside in a nice little restaurant, and hang out at the pool.

However Madam has decided I was worthy to undergo the ultimate test, which would decide my future in the Organization : the cross!

And here I am, on the way to the mountain, dragging a heavy wooden cross. I’m exhausted and terrified. Madam is capable of anything, and her imagination is boundless!
There, at the top of the mountain, my feet together on a narrow platform and arms handcuffed to the branches of the cross, I’m supposed to remain suspended three meters above the ground, for an indefinite time … A kind of pillory reserved, she said to encourage me for the best members of the Organization !
For scaring me, my dear and sadistic Boss added
– you might be torn by crows! but I know she was joking.

Finally, she promised I will come back in two hours.
Two hours out in the sun, thereby suspended, it will be terribly long! But to please her, I kept my mouth shut, I accepted the challenge she gave me… and then she went down in the valley, leaving me alone, all alone on my cross. To suffer, and worship her in silence!

Miracle !
She comes back already … so fast !

All this scene was meant to break my will, and to test my courage, my desire to please her, and my ability to follow her in the wildest adventures.
My lovely Mistress said she was “satisfied with me”. I thanked her warmly, as appropriate after each crucible.

Ode to the memory of « 006 »

And then my Mistress told me that I was promoted to No. 006.
The former 006 was liquidated during his last mission in St. Petersburg, and I have to replace him in Russia, with contacts and drop points in Moscow and St. Petersburg.

Ex 006 was a good guy. A young and wonderful guy, a bit in the moon, but so nice! He was also an ideologue and a true scholar, who had already written two books tending to prove the female superiority. They distributed them free to members of the Organization, but I had no courage for going beyond the twentieth page. One day, in New Delhi, we slept in the same hotel room. He showed me his back: a horror! Covered with bloody marks … He explained, almost weeping, he was a coward, he had messed up completely his last mission, and the Boss had « punished » him. Of course 006 was a scholar’s seed. Not a man of action. At that time, I did not understand those tears, nor why he let her massacre him like that.

But now, I get on the other side of the barrier, and I understand better 006 attitude, and the reasons of this famous « punishment ». I know that the Boss is a woman, a wonderful woman! I’m sure she acted for the good of an unskillful agent she liked. A great proof of affection: she could – may be even she should – have ejected 006, but she wanted to keep him in the bosom of the Organisation.

001 gave me the name and address of the guy who wasted ex 006. A freelance, a self-styled friend of 006.

As the body of 006 has been found in the old town, in front of a bar, it could be assumed it was all about a drunkard quarrel that went to the bad.
But you never know.

In my job, you don’t take any chances, and you must ensure to be respected.

That doesn’t amuse me particularly, but arriving in St. Petersburg, I’ll have to destroy that guy.

A matter of respect and security.

Saint Petersburg

So, very soon, I’ll be a « Not governmental Secret Agent» in St. Petersburg.

The rub is that I don’t speak one word of Russian. May be an accelerated training immersion? We’ll see.
In the meanwhile, for entering the territory of the Federation of Russia, I’ll join a group of English tourists cruising on the Volga, from St. Petersburg to Moscow… When I informed my Mistress of this idea, she thought for a while, then declared that, if the dates were convenient for her, she would like to come with me, to guide my first steps, and to take a short holiday in Russia.

It’s marvellous ! I’m so happy ! I know quite well that my beloved Mistress wants mostly to make sure of the quality of my work, but she spoke also of “holidays” ! Some holidays with Medor, with myself !

In the Organisation, 001 is the only one who speaks Russian fluently. It would have been extremely useful to have him under my thumb. But I prefer one hundred time the company of my dear « Mistress » ! Speaking of my « Mistress » (like 001), I should all the same ask her what’s her first name. It’s better and more discreet for travelling together. Otherwise, I’ll look at her passport on the sly.

As says Marc Lavoine in a well known song (in France) (1) :
“ Elle a les yeux révolver,
Elle a le regard qui tue
Elle a tiré la première,
M’a touché, c’est foutu “

My dear Mistress has « touched » me with the lash of her whip, of course, and « it’s over » because, from now on and for ever, I belong to Her !

Finally, for marking well my promotion, I was entitled to a kiss of my adorable Mistress. A kiss on the cheek !

An extremely rare honour : I’ll try to keep the mark of her lips on my cheek as long as possible , even if I cannot have a wash during three months… until our departure for St. Petersburg !

* * *
(1) – She has gun eyes, She has a killing look, She has shot first, Has touched me, It’s over
Next episode : « From St. Petersburg to Moscow »

Fantasy written by My collared slave medor inspired by Our/our vacation in south of Spain (May 2016)

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07 07 2016

pink poodle at the Femdom Retreat – part 2

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My weekend back under Goddess Ezada’s total control begins with the seemingly simple act of closing a padlock. It is, in fact, highly symbolic, the collar will not be removed until Goddess Ezada decides. Goddess is escorted by Her husband and personal slave sergiu and another of Her personal slaves, sit. It is the first time of meeting either of them, it is clear they are well trained by Goddess Ezada and over the weekend i do my best to observe and learn from them; to become a better slave for Goddess Ezada.

i will take this opportunity to apologise to the reader if events are not always in the order in which they occurred. So much happened over the weekend that some events have blurred a little.

As everyone is arriving i am able to meet Mistress Lilse and Mistress Devina again (whom i had the pleasure of meeting at Hoxton) and Lady Yna for the first time. The first evening is a relatively laid back affair, at least for the Ladies, slaves don’t get rest. All slaves must work for the house as well as serving Their Mistress, so we all set to work serving dinner for the Ladies. Once dinner is finished it is the slave’s job to entertain the Mistresses. sit and i are given a spanking with a crop, not for punishment, just for Goddess Ezada’s entertainment. My ass is stinging, but this is a mere warm up for the rest of the weekend.

The whole time serving Goddess Ezada the slave is constantly reminded of it’s place. Everything is controlled by Goddess, i am only to wear what Goddess says, mainly pink or nothing. Drinking anything other than water or eating without permission is expressly forbidden. There were times when i wished for a cup of tea or a Coca Cola, but i wasn’t going to ask, just wait patiently to be allowed.

The evening draws to a close, sit and i kiss Goddess’ feet to say goodnight before retiring for the evening. The next day would bring some much more interesting events……..

……..As the morning begins sit and i kiss Goddess Ezada’s feet and wish Her good morning before setting to serving breakfast. Today sit and i are to dress in matching outfits, me in my pink spandex poodle outfit and pink tutu, sit in a purple spandex suit and white tutu. After breakfast Goddess decides She wants to test sit and i in the slave positions. This would be my debut in Goddess’ clips, Goddess would command us to get into a position; the one who is slowest would earn 10 whiplashes (you can watch Goddess have fun in this clip EzadaSinn.com/15645628). This is a devilish game, i don’t want to earn sit any whiplashes, but i don’t want to displease Goddess and i want to avoid whiplashes myself; oh the dilemma. The only thing to do is do my best and live with the consequences, this is often the only choice in a slave’s life. One moment in particular stands out for me, i am laid down in doormat position when Goddess stands astride me and lowers herself onto my face. i love being beneath Goddess Ezada’s beautiful ass. By the end of the game i have earned 40 whiplashes and sit has earned 70, but Goddess is happy and that is all that matters.

Lunch is next and all the slaves busy themselves serving the Mistresses. Over lunch Goddess tells the other Mistresses how bananas are used in my training, i blush as i explain to Mistress Ava what i have to do with bananas. We will come back to this later in the day. After lunch is finished, sit and i are instructed to stretch ourselves. we go to Goddess’ room, i insert the largest plug and sit inserts an inflatable plug. Once fitted we return to assist in clearing up.

i am in the kitchen when i hear the noise of heels coming closer. Looking out the door i see something which makes my heart jump out of my chest; Goddess Ezada in a black latex catsuit and Her big black cock. i have seen Goddess Ezada wearing latex in pictures and clips, but to see it in real life is something else; Goddess looks just incredible. i am ordered to follow, i cannot help but get aroused at the sight of Goddess Ezada in Her outfit (despite the pink chastity), i feel like i’m ready to be taken by Goddess right now. Outside the Mistresses discuss how the scene will be played out, it is to be a gang bang; four Mistresses and four slaves assisted by the condom fairy (you can see the action in this clip EzadaSinn.com/15678142). This will be my first time taking Goddess Ezada’s big black cock and i am anxious for it to start. Goddess orders me to go remove the plug and clean myself up ready.

Returning to the garden, i am ordered to join other slaves in the line up. Four arses bent over the table waiting to be used. The Mistresses discuss which slave they want, i hear Goddess say “I will have the pink one”. i’m so excited, i wiggle my tail which amuses Goddess Ezada and earns me a slap on my butt. As Goddess begins to insert Her cock i am glad i have been training my ass; my ass is able to stretch around the cock, but this is much longer than anything i have ever had inserted (i’m sure i will be introduced to bigger in the future). Goddess goes slowly at first, as i accommodate Her cock. It feels like the cock is going to come out of my mouth, but i love the full feeling. Bent over and impaled on a strap-on by a beautiful Dominant Woman is an incredible feeling; once you’ve been used in this way there is no going back, no doubting who is in charge. Goddess starts going deeper and harder; and i love it and start pushing back onto Her cock desperate for more. “wiggle your tail” Goddess orders, i shake my ass for Her amusement, extremely difficult with a huge cock stuffed up there. Goddess grabs my upper body so that my back is against Her breasts, this allows easy access to the pegs on my nipples. Goddess tortures my nipples (which i find very arousing) while fucking me hard. The next position is with Goddess sat down while i bounce up and down on Her big cock. It must have been most amusing to watch, four slaves bouncing up and down in their Mistresses laps. As the end of the scene draws to a close the Mistresses vote on who won the slut competition, the winner gets gang banged by all four Mistresses. i must admit to being disappointed at not winning, but Mistress Ava’s pet deservedly won the big prize.

Once we are all cleaned up it’s time to prepare and serve dinner. All the Mistresses agreed that the cook had done a fantastic job on the food, but of course They were also looking for any excuse to give him a whipping. Unfortunately (or perhaps not) he gives Them an excuse, the punishments would be given out that evening. The dinner is going well until disaster befalls as i try to be too clever. Clearing up i pick up the platter with crackers on, instead of taking that away i decide to try and pick up something else. The platter slips in my hand and the crackers fall all over Mistress Devina and the floor. i am devastated, a high protocol event and i have let my Owner down. i pick up the crackers and try to carry on serving as best i can but my mind is on only one thing. i know punishment will be coming, but that is not what bothers me, all i am thinking of is Goddess’ disappointment in me. When serving Goddess Ezada service should be exemplary, and this was not.

In the evening we gather in the living room, the room where punishment and entertainment will be carried out. i kneel before Goddess Ezada, my mind on only one thing, failing my Goddess. i feel tears welling in my eyes. It is difficult to explain if one has not been in this situation; emotions run very high, one is trying so hard and so desperately wants to please one’s Owner that when something goes wrong it can feel like the end of the world. Goddess speaks to me, telling me i will be punished. At this point i break down and cry, not because of the punishment, but my failure of my Owner. i should perform perfectly for Her and i have not, i fear Her disappointment far more than Her whips. Goddess tries to calm me, explaining that She is not upset but that i must be punished so that i will learn. i am sentenced to 90 whiplashes, 40 from the position test in the morning and 50 for the accident. It is what i deserve. sit has also earned punishment, 150 whiplashes, i am not sure what for as i was lost in my world of disappointment at the time.

It is my time to be punished, it will be a dragon whip, something i have never experienced before. i bend over so Goddess has access and the whiplashes begin. The dragon whip feels very different to any whip i have felt so far, it is like a long piece of flat leather. As the lashes land it is like an extremely hard slap which leaves the body stinging. The blows continue to land, there doesn’t seem to be any break in between, they just land and land. i take them as best i can, i deserve them after all. By the end of the 90 my ass and back are stinging and i have some beautiful marks, but i have taken the punishment i earned. However the feeling that i let Goddess down is still there, i never want to feel that again.

Once all the punishments are meted out, the slaves have to entertain the Mistresses. First sit has to dance for Them, sit is an excellent dancer and amazing at improvising. After sit, i am told it is my turn. Panic, i am no dancer, how am i supposed to follow that? i improvise as best i can, trying some slutty moves i think will amuse. i’m sure i was any good, but the Mistresses seem amused which is all that counts. At the end Mistress Ava has an idea and returns with a banana. i am to demonstrate my training. i slowly take the whole banana in my mouth, much to the amusement of everyone in the room. While the entertainment continues, sit and i massage Goddess’ feet. i do my best to learn from sit, but i still have a way to go. In the end Goddess seems happy, so that is all that counts.

The evening entertainment eventually draws to a close, sit and i kiss Goddess’ feet and wish Her goodnight before retiring for the evening. The next day would bring more firsts, and the moment when i feel more submissive than i have ever felt in my life………….

written by pink poodle

08 06 2016

Taking ownership of sit with a contract signed in blood

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by My collared slave sit

“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

Curious to read the ownership contract? Download it for free here: Femdom consensual ownership contract between Goddess Ezada Sinn and slave sit

18 05 2016

My life as Ezada’s prisoner: broken by Her

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“The light came on and I saw my mistress, fully dressed in leather from head to toe.

She took off the padlock of my cell and before opening the door, She announced in a chilling voice:

“It’s time for you to Understand your place : to be broken by my whip. Out, slave! “

She pointed the heel position and I follow Her out of the basement of the residence Avalon.

Once in the main hangar, She walked till a baroque chair, very elegant at Her Image. She sits on Her Throne. Despite the lack of light passing through the glass roof of the room, all rays was concentrated on Her body enhanced by a shiny Leather. Beside Her, a pair of impressive over the Knee boots and a very very long whip, which I had already seen several times in Her Den of Bucharest, but I had never had the chance to see in Her hands. Besides, I wondered about the number of times She could use this instrument of torture, in which state Her slaves finish after a whipping with it, and have they been able to overcome the pain.

Of love and slaves (while changing boots)

I am staying in “waiting position” when She began Her speech:

“My slave, you Will receive a hard punishment, The Most intense and Painful of your pathetic life, I will break you down, I will make you cry, you will show Me how much you love Me.”

I must admit I did not hear Her words, I did not get scared, I was probably aware of what is going to happen to me. Or the chance to be in this magical place, cut off from the World at the feet of my Serene Highness : so beautiful, so haughty, so dignified, so powerful, plunged me in a daze. I had never explored before.
I heard the snap of Her fingers, mean that I had to get up to serve. She pointed to the pair of boots She wanted to change.
I love this kind of moments. Take off Shoes, take on Shoes of a Woman, it’s an intimate and precious moment. I take the time to remove the boot, kiss it, put it on the floor before kissing Her divine foot. My Mistress likes to show me Her superiority by taking me on the leash to feel deeply the smell of Her socks. I love sniffing the aroma of Her feet through Her black socks. This is a part of the ultimate femininity for me.

Once She wears the new boots, She ordered me to catch the sulky. I took the sulky and park it in front of the red Throne of my Goddess. I knelt down to allow Her to take place. Despite the cold and rough floor of the residence, I was amazed by the Honor of carrying my Goddess as well. I imagine to be the century of Cleopatra, walking the Egyptian Queen worldwide by pulling Her “Carrosse” under Her loin and whip until exhaustion in the hot Egyptian sun or in the cold and snow encountered in the Balkans to join Rome. Breathless, I will be abandoned on the edge of a road, trampled by Her coach for not being able to transport Her to the end of the world. In the era of sustainable development, emission free automobile, I advocate for a return to transport the Ladies by the unique strength and sweat of submissive men. It would be magic to be the driver of Mistress Ezada for my entire life.

She asked me to make turns more rapidly in the hangar, intensifying my pace if necessary with Her whip kisses from Her long whip on my back. She increases the difficulty by ordering me to change direction repeatedly. I took great care to make these U-turns without disturbing the comfort of my Mistress. Indeed, it must be fast, but remain elegant and do not do in spurts, that would disturb Her in her walk. I think I was pretty good but my Goddess had not the same viewpoint and I would soon feel it in my whole being.

Faster, My pony, faster! Pony maneuvering training

“Stop, I want to go down.”

I knelt down so She could get off. I laid the sulky, then rushed on all fours to Her feet.

“I don’t like When you are not elegant and fast in the same time. you understand that. you are useless, piece of shit!”

Her eyes were so dark, so deep, so terrifying :

“present balls!!!”

She gives me a first kick – the most violent that I could receive up till today. Then a second, then a third. The noise between the Leather of the platform of Her boot and my balls echoed in the hangar increasingly loud and long. I goes down under the blows administered by my Goddess.
Without blinking, without dead time, with an uncompromising voice:

“Again, get up!”

Lousy pony punishment

I got up, willingly, quickly but not enough for the sadistic and punitive taste of my Mistress. After a second more violent and intense series of kicks, I collapse again.

“Assume the position, piece of shit. I am going to break you down, to make you cry! ”

I get up. She approached me and slapped me a relentless tens of times. She was so beautiful, so untouchable, so divine, so cruel, so harsh. I think I had never seen Her this way before. I was in admiration in front of Her supremacy, captivated by Her despotism. She is even more beautiful when She is cruel, sadistic. I think She is so natural and it shines on Her beauty, Charisma and Aura.

For nothing on the world, I wanted to stay on the floor so that to beg Her to stop.

To admire Her grace when pushing my limits again and again is an incredible feeling and we can only stand up and accept yet again and again Her shots. Even if I have to keep the marks and aftermath of this incredible afternoon until the last day of my life.

Back into waiting position, She gives me a final series before to stomp me heavily and ordered me to follow Her as soon as possible to crawl on the floor to the middle of the hangar.
I remember that on the gritty ground, I scraped my foot and knee by trying to follow. She raised my head to “spit on my face”. This time, it wasn’t a “Domina kiss”. Not the traditional one but to humiliate me and belittle me in my condition of useless slave, unable to bear all its severity She delivered with Her huge boots.

I must admit that the taste of Her saliva was delicious. A little more than usual, probably because it was the taste of humiliation.

Hardly have I had time to catch my breath – when you receive a hard kick in the balls, you have the sensation of running out of air and you feel extreme pain in the abdomen – She pointed at finger the pillory in the middle of the room.

She firmly tied my fists at both ends of the bar suspended. Then she walked to the throne to take Her long Bullwhip. She approaches me with a big smile, I dare meet Her eyes who already sparkles with the idea of caressing my skin with Her longest whip.

Selfishness is treated with the whip

“I will finish You, I will make You cry for me, not Because it’s a punishment this time, Because you Love Me. I will show you how I like to be loved, by taking the pain and humiliation for My pleasure! “

Then She showed me her hand that I kissed and walked away laughing. I cannot describe the feeling I get at this point: I am scared but happy. She will show me Her way of romantism… but at what price.

One lash, two lashes, three lashes just mark my flesh for many weeks. She touched my back, my hips, my butt. Pain, as surprising as possible, was more bearable mentally than before. Probably because I felt She put all the love from Her heart. Physically, however, I could feel the bites of each impact along my body. She continued for 5 interminable minutes. The chemistry between us was so intense that we could feel the link that unites us since 32 months. I was probably in a second state, a state which is reached when the total fullness or absolute love is born.

She approached me, to caress Her masterpiece : the paintbrush being Her whip, Her canvas my body. She inspected my sex to see if I liked Her art. Then we looked eye to eye. For the first time, I discovered love… no gesture, no words, just through the expansion of Her magnificent pupils of eyes.

“I want more.”

She gives me a dozen strokes, full force, without restraint this time on the top of my back. To hide my suffering, I going up of the soil clinging to the bar above my head.
Then She came back to me, running Her sharp nails in each of my marks. Some of them are always visible on my skin, one year later. I am so lucky to keep them for my whole life as a proof of Love.

I felt She did not want to stop, She wants to continue, to destroy me definitely. But my Goddess is not extremely sadistic. She will not continue if She feels that her slave can no longer bear the pain or complicity has decreased. She loves above all that Her slave proves his sacrifice, his love, begging Her to continue, not to stop. The feeling is so strong in this case that i am pretty sure She could have an orgasm. And to be honest, me too.

Despite the fear, despite the fact I hate the pain, my love was stronger. I wanted to offer Her my body forever:

« Biciui si ma înca, nu te opri, Stapana, Va rog, Zeita mea, va rog » ¹

¹ whip me again and again, do not stop, I beg You my Mistress, please my Goddess.

She changed the whip to Her red snakewhip.
The pain was more intense, probably because She applied the whip on the scarred areas, and She focused only on 2 or 3 of them. Or maybe because the break of a few minutes made me lose my head or I hate even more that whip, I do not know.

The link of love

But the pain quickly becomes excruciating and unbearable. I began to moan louder and louder, twisting me under the blows, falling arms outstretched to the sky. I end up crying. Big tears running down my face and end their journey on the floor at my feet.

My Goddess stops short time later. Just at the right time. I pushed my limits which I deemed impassable two hours earlier. She had found the words, gestures, attitudes so that we crosses a new milestone.

“You cry, my dear purcelus. I broke you under My Whip kisses. You see, this is love, LOVE.
When you are crying under my whip, When You are totally broken by my power, I love you too. But only then.”

While laughing with the same laugh than ten minutes ago. She is so great, my Goddess. I worship my Goddess for eternity. I belong to Her for eternity.

She graves Her mark deeply in my skin, in my body. But She leaves Her signet even more deeply in my soul. My life belongs to Her and She could whatever She wants with. She owns the right to life and death on me.

She untied me. I fell at Her feet in pain, relief, love. She sat on his throne and invited me to hug. Hugging her thigh, her legs.
She admired Her artwork while I continued to cry, grasping Her calves. My tears were, I think, tears of happiness and pain mixed. Like a baby who fell, hurt himself. He cries in the arms of his mother. I’m nothing but a little baby, a little animal who finds solace with his Mistress.

We remained so for about ten minutes. (Usually after a severe punishment or deserved punishment, it does not mean you deserve any gesture of affection or if it’s the case, it’s so short (10 seconds maximum) you do not have time to enjoy it). I think this time was stronger, more symbolic than a long romantic kiss. I love taking Her feet in my arms, Her calves, knees, thighs. I need to live these moments close to them. I am ready to accept She uses all possible whips, even the more dangerous of the world, as long as She wishes, as hard as She desires, to have the chance to snuggle counter Her feet. I actually felt Our love at that moment. I loved Her, and I still would.

my place is still in Ezada’s jail.

“Enough, slave, I am distressed now and i feel good. I will have a nice dinner with my lady friends in the city center of Berlin. And It’s time for you to go back in your cells. “

I followed in all fours to my cell. She stopped at a small mirror:

“you look so much better with My whip marks all over your body, purcelus”

She did it intentionally to afraid me before lying down in my tiny bed and leaving me in the dark; thinking at the permanent marks and / or at the next steps / hours in Avalon.
She closed the door, I kiss Her boots:

“Multumesc Stapana, multumesc”

She leaves the room, so beautiful, so unique, so captivating. The light goes off and I lie on my back gently, feeling the various cuts and nicks that will remind me all night or more, the love of my Mistress…”

Factual account written by My slave purcelus after he served Me in Avalon Residence. To be continued.

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?

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 04 2016

pink poodle’s first meeting with his Goddess part 3

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Morning breaks on the second day of my service to Goddess Ezada Sinn, it is a day which will bring surprise for both Goddess and i.

The day begins in the most wonderful fashion, worshiping Goddess’ feet. i have never before had a foot fetish but find this has changed, to be kissing Her feet while looking up into Her beautiful face is heaven. Every time i look up into Goddess’ eyes in this way i fall a little more under Her spell (if that is even possible).

Serving Goddess Ezada is not the 24 hour dungeon fantasy that i am sure it is in many male minds, there are many domestic tasks which Goddess requires to be done. Serving Her by performing these tasks brings just as much pleasure because it pleases Her. First coffee and breakfast are served, after this i am allowed the honour of brushing Goddess’ beautiful hair. Goddess has such beautiful hair, it was a pleasure to carry out this task.

Goddess decides She wishes to play a little with Her poodle. First i am on all fours while Goddess inserts one of the butt plugs from the training set. This is the medium one so it goes in quite easily, but i have no idea how long it will be in. i look over my shoulder and bark at Goddess Ezada and Her smile fills me with contentment. Goddess, however, is not yet finished. Goddess likes cages and i am to try one out for the first time, there is a standing cage in the corner of the bedroom. i am ordered in, it is only once i am in that i realise how small the cage is (it is fortunate that i am only small). Goddess locks the cage with a smile before leaving the room to go into the dungeon. i hear Her picking through things in the dungeon and wonder what torture i am soon to experience. When Goddess returns it is with some nipple clamps and a chain in Her hands. my movement is soon even more restricted as the clamps are fitted and the chain around the bars to keep me still. The pain of having the clamps placed is one thing, but Goddess pulls and twists them to increase the pain levels.

Goddess enjoys teasing and torturing my nipples before going back to the dungeon once more. Soon i find myself gagged with a penis gag while Goddess continues to torture my nipples with various clamps and Her fingers. By the end my nipples are quite sore and rather sensitive. However, the biggest torture is yet to come. Goddess returns with a blindfolded which is soon placed over my eyes while She gets changed. Oh what devilish torture, to know Goddess is getting undressed right in front of you and be unable to witness it.

Once dressed Goddess has something new in store, She has a new flogger and requires a test subject. Luckily, She has one stored in the cage in the corner and so i find myself ordered from the cage and onto all fours. Goddess’ new implement is a rubber flogger, a very new sensation for me and quite different to any other whip i will feel over the weekend. Goddess begins to flog my ass and i find there is a burning sensation with every strike. It is indeed a quite painful flogger, but certainly a beautiful looking piece of equipment. Goddess continues until my ass is a nice pink colour and She decides She has properly tested Her new flogger. my task now is to clean the equipment Goddess has used. my ass is pink and stinging, my nipples sore but i have loved every minute of Goddess’ attention.

During the day Goddess has a few sessions, while this goes on i wait in the bedroom until Goddess requires me. Many times i hear Goddess laughing, it makes me smile to think of Her enjoying Herself. After each session i am required to clean the dungeon and all the equipment that has been used, Goddess has standards and anything that is missed brings punishment. In between sessions i serve Goddess some food, chopped banana and pear. Whilst eating Goddess gestures to me to get into position and i am given a real treat, Goddess chews the banana and feeds me directly from Her mouth. It is the best banana i have ever tasted, the gift of Goddess’ saliva is a wondrous gift which should always be savored and treasured.

At the end of the last session one of Goddess’ friends arrives, Mistress Devina, followed a little while later by Sardax. Sardax presents Goddess with a gift, a beautiful portrait, it is a true piece of art which captures Goddess’ beauty perfectly. Goddess is generous enough to allow Her poodle to join Them and share in a bottle of wine. W/we have a very pleasant conversation before preparing to go out for a meal. Before getting dressed i have the medium butt plug inserted, i am to wear it to the restaurant. i’ve never worn a butt plug outside before and i find myself rather nervous and self- conscious even though no one else knows.

We walk across to the restaurant and here i make an error, i go to sit down before assisting Goddess with Her coat. Goddess has no hesitation in announcing i have earned 10 whip lashes, i have no idea if anyone overheard but this is simply irrelevant. What anyone else thinks is of no concern, only Goddess matters. As previously mentioned, Goddess controls everything, and so She orders O/our food, Steak with peppercorn sauce. Goddess is generous enough to add Her special spice (saliva) to the sauce. i do not know or care if anyone else noticed, Goddess holds my attention. Over dinner W/we enjoy a pleasant conversation, i am struck by how the essence of conversation is little different to a vanilla conversation. There may be some elements that are different, the subject of FemDom for example, but at the core the discussions are still about people’s relationships. After dinner W/we are provided with a treat, almost as great a gift as Goddess’ saliva, Sardax makes a pen and ink sketch of Mistress Devina. It is quite amazing to watch a true artist in action, what i would give to have even an ounce of the talent i am able to observe.

We return to the apartment, and after allowing the food to settle it is time for the dungeon. First it is time for my punishment before Goddess has some fun with Her poodle. Over the day i have earned 20 whip strokes, an improvement on the first day but this would be a whipping rather than a spanking. For this i am to be put into stocks, it is a kind of torture in itself to be manoeuvring into position the equipment which will immobilise you. The whipping begins and the pain is quite different to the rubber flogger, this provides more of a stinging sensation. They are both painful in different ways, but the flogger is perhaps more unpleasant. i count the whip strokes and reach 20, my ass is starting to feel rather warm now. However, Goddess decides that more whipping is needed just for Her enjoyment. By the end my ass feels hot and stings, if i could see it i am sure it would be very red.

i remain in the stocks while Goddess gets Her next piece of equipment. This is not for punishment, but for Goddess’ enjoyment. As Goddess walks in front of me, She is wearing what looks to me to be a huge strapon (i know there are much bigger ones in the dungeon though). i take it into my mouth, trying to put into practice the banana work i had been doing in Her distance training. i take it as deep as i can, gagging on it several times. Goddess enjoys fucking my mouth and making me gag for a while before it’s time for my other hole to be used. i am just a toy to be used for Her pleasure and helpless to do anything about it. She walks around behind me, i’m nervous, will it fit? How will it feel? Will it hurt? These things are pondered as Goddess prepares to put Her cock into my ass. It goes in easier than i expected, it seems the training has stretched my ass well. Goddess fucks my ass for a bit, but the position is not comfortable for Her. A change of plan is decided, i am about to find out just what it feels like to be teased by Goddess Ezada.

i am strapped down to the bench, Goddess delights in informing me that if i cum without permission i will earn 100 whip strokes. 100 whip strokes!!!! So far i have not even taken half of that, i am desperate to avoid this punishment. Anyone who has felt it will know, but Goddess Ezada makes an art form out of tease and denial. Under Her manipulations you will writhe and squeal as you are taken to the brink just for it to stop all of a sudden. To be teased so while trying not to come is the greatest torture yet and at the same time it also feels amazing. i am trying with everything i have not to cum but the sensations are just too much. Goddess tells me i must tell Her when i am about to cum and reminds me of the punishment for cumming without permission. Her ministrations take me to the edge time and time again, it really is torturous delight. i am straining not to cum so much that Goddess will later comment that She thought i was in more pain from that than the whipping.

Eventually i announce to Goddess that i am about to cum, there is simply nothing more i can do to stop it. Goddess, however, has other plans. Just as i am about to cum She squeezes Her (my) cock to trap the cum in the urethra. The pressure is immense, it is building up inside Her (my) cock. This is the most intense feeling i have ever had. Goddess keeps a grip on Her (my) cock but the pressure isn’t subsiding, the feeling of Her hand is only fuelling it more. The pressure continues to grow, Goddess hand is forced away and i have the most intense orgasm i have ever felt. i feel I’ve let Goddess down, but Goddess is laughing. i look up and see another surprise, there is blood coming from Her (my)cock. It doesn’t hurt, but there is definitely blood there. This is something neither of U/us has experienced before and so as a precaution the session is ended. While i clean up Goddess phones Her personal slave to check if there is any information on it. It seems the pressure was so intense that a blood vessel was burst. Such is the skill with which Goddess can tease She can make the cock bleed.

And so my second day in service to Goddess Ezada draws to a close in a most unexpected manner. i have the honour of worshipping Goddess’ wonderful feet before we take to O/our beds (floor in my case). The following day would bring my sternest test…

06 04 2016

Picture of the week 14 2016 – 100 whip lashes… just for warm-up

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Tonight I want to go to Club Black Whip in London for their monthly Femdom party. A place where men are whipped, among other things. And this slave that I have here, strapped to the whipping post, is the lucky one to accompany Me tonight. A real whip slut, the favorite of all the Mistresses there, always able to please Us by taking lots of pain. I heard he was whipped by 11 Mistresses at one party. The event today will be attended by around 20 Mistresses, as I heard, and I am going to offer him for a whipping to each and every one of them. So before we go, I am going to whip him hard, to prepare him for what will follow later. I will give him100 lashes of My fearful Russian whip, I will fill his back and ass with bright red marks that will be very visible even in the darkness of a party, showing every Lady what this slave is for. Whipping, lots of whipping.

100 whip lashes… just for warm-up

13 01 2016

Femdom art – Paul Kamm

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A lot of this beautiful vintage Femdom Art is German I must say. The German character seems to be somewhat prone to this wonderful word of Domination and submission.

So today I am presenting another artists from this so prolific era in the 1920s and ´30s: Paul Kamm, sometimes called Paul Klamm, who also published under the name of C. Soulier. Sadly not too much is know about him. He was born in Berlin in 1891 and was an educated lithographer and painter. He published in different elegant magazines and worked for the advertisement industry. Time and circumstances of his death seem to be unknown.

His work is mostly on the sadistic side with cruel dominant Women who sometimes seem to be carried away by the torture they administer on their subjected males. At least this is what their fierce and gloomy looks tell us. Well I would be the last to blame those assertive sisters…. Body worship, spanking and enemas seems to have been his favorite topics.

“The booted Eros” The following seems to be one of six of Kamms illustrations for the 1932 book “Der gestiefelte Eros” of an author by the name of Hanns von Leydenegg. The life confessions of a transvestite shoe fetishist. The story sounds interesting. A 16 year old boy named Charley who gets educated and formed by his aunt after she has discovered his fetish for high boots. There are English versions of the book available on the net:

The releasing moment:

Under the foot of the beloved:

Not all of his work has been Femdom. Here is an example of a erotic Opium illustration from the 1930´s. We can only guess what his likes might have been..:

And lastly a nice little sissyfication scene to finish this off:

I do not claim any copyright in the picture(s) shown and dealt with in this article. The article is merely meantto cherish the beauty of the art and it is not at all intended to infringe any third party copyright. So if you are the holder of respective copyrights and want to have the picture(s) removed, notice Me on info@dominare.ro and I will do so immediately.

23 12 2015

sit meets his Goddess – Chapter 4: It will happen …

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When you visit the Goddess Ezada Sinn’s web site, one of the first phrases encountered is, “you will suffer … and I will enjoy it.” It’s not a question of when you will be whipped, it’s a forgone conclusion that it will just happen.

To become Her collared slave there are three fundamentals you must live by. The first of Her triad is clear and concise, “you will be broken by My whip and must learn to love it’s kisses and the pain it brings you, because they are a gift from Me.”

Just visit Her clips4sale site https://clips4sale.com/62191 and search on the category “Whipping”. Notice Her plethora of #1 clips from the category. Buy what interests you, watch and learn. Maybe you will arrive at the same conclusion Her sit has, “The ever-present threat of Her whip keeps me in a permanent state of fear and awe of Goddess Ezada.”

Goddess likes to toy and poke at Her slave via the infraction game. The coffee’s milk is cold, “10 extra whip lashes.” you speak out of turn, “20 extra whip lashes.” you hesitate in executing Her command, “30 extra whip lashes.” Fun and games, just keep on totaling up the final tally.

Yet suddenly the fun and games stop. Out of nowhere She commands. “Follow.” “Strip naked.” “Over to the whipping stocks NOW, sit.”

i immediately obey yet silently wonder why now, it’s 4pm in the afternoon and W/we where just lounging in the warm Caribbean sun. Nearby the pool is filled with kinky folks basking in the warmth and here i am being cuffed to a torture device and starting to sweat, not from the heat but from fear. Her primary slave returns and i hear Goddess croon, “Yes I’ll use that one.”

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Seconds later Goddess gently brushes my right side with Her long stiletto fingernails. She breaths wet and heavy into my right ear as She raises the whip up to meet my lips then eyes. A jet black, 4 foot signal whip with silver tip handle and a tight laden dense dragons tail cracker. Please note that i am not a male who just enjoys being whipped with any great intensity.

“Kiss.”

The fear of waiting is soon broken by the snap of a sharp stinging pain laden onto the surface flesh of my ass. Goddess for some reason does not make me count; She just continues blow after blow. Ten strikes pass, and there is no sign She will take a break. my hands cinch down in the cuffs. At times i stand suspended, standing on one leg only. Finally a break, maybe at 20 or 25, yet i’m in no way sure.

“Good boy. Do you love me slave?” my heads nods the truth. She retorts back “Then you will learn to love My whippings slave.” The suffering on my ass continues again with no counting, however these whip kisses feel definitely more intense and focused. The furrows in my temples tell the story. Quick shorter breathes punctuate the stab of the tip when it strikes. Twenty-five or 30, again i have no firm idea how many have fallen.

Goddess looks me squarely in the face, “Oh how sweet, small tears. you will learn to love My whip kisses sit.” She barks at the waiting slave in the corner. “slave, I want pictures of sit’s first whipping.” Her labored breathing announces “Oh I love this.” Goddess Ezada steps away and resumes Her pleasure and my pain.

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Oh shit this really hurts. “Repeat the mantra slave,” She orders. “i worship You my Goddess Ezada Sinn. i belong to You.” Everything swirling around me carries on in a suspended frame of perpetuity. How long can i stand on my right leg from the blows raining down first on my left ass’s skin. The every increasing repetition of Her mantra actively counts each succeeding lash. My voice is guttural at best. i no longer hear Her voice only the crack of the whip followed by its nasty sting.

i continue to spew forth Her mantra even after She has ceased taking Her pleasure. Her eyes meet mine while i continue to repeat “i worship You my Goddess Ezada Sinn. i belong to You.” A broad smile emerges across Her face. The EASIEST whipping of the week has come to a close. She is pleased and of course that’s all that really matters.

The next day, an hour or so after lunch, She gathers all three of Her slaves and hands me two different single tail whips. We follow Her in solitary line processional order as we transverse the large pool on O/our way to the dungeon space.

“Count.” Thirty lashes on Her primary slave cuffed to the same device as i just yesterday. he remains stoic throughout yet the flinches in his whole body tell a different story. Her long standing secondary slave, the French dog, is strapped down over a whipping bench. “Count.” Fifty lashes as he whimpers and moans. Finally my name is called. i immediately remove all clothes.

“sit, lean up against the wooden frame. No ropes, no cuffs, no shackles, you will remain in place by your own freewill.” She shows me a new whip, “This whip WILL positively bite you slave, you had better breathe.”

my upper back is now the intended target. Again, there is no command to count the strokes. Again, Goddess does not stop at 10 or 20. i forcefully grasp the wooden frame to broaden the muscles in my back in hopes of deflecting what is a far more intense burning torment than yesterday.

“DON’T move sit,” is all i remember. Oh gosh, i start to apologize but there is not enough time to complete my sentence before She resumes Her fury. On my own accord i begin to repeat Her mantra, this time in more of a crying rhythm then a speaking tone. Is it the severity of the new whip or is my upper back more sensitive that my already pummeled ass?

There is just one small break in Her cadence as Goddess steps in front of the double sided whipping frame. Her eyes appear wide and burning with evil intent and desire. Her sentences are short, to the point. “you will learn to love these whippings, sit. you will take this pain from Me. you will thank Me for it. Focus on Me slave. Focus on ME.”

my retort is weak, is feeble, is compact “Yes, Goddess.” She steps behind and begins again. i sob, i weep, i hang from the wooden as though a puppet does from the strings of its Master. Goddess stops and gloats at 100 whip lashes? Her sit can’t verify the accuracy of Her count as the flame in my upper back does not allow logical thought. Her words are true “you will suffer and I will enjoy it.” my encumbered gasps for air slowly find normal.

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Unbeknownst to me my future plight has not yet ended. sit knowingly broke a rule that following evening, as i offered a highly interested female resort worker to use a flogger on me during a supervised training session from another Domme in attendance. i was so happy to see this new Female Domme’s eyes light up with joy; however, all night sit lived with this sinking feeling that he had betrayed the spirit of Goddess Ezada’s orders.

First, morning’s light i firmly planted myself in Wait position outside Her door. The urgency for sit was to inform Goddess of my disobedience, my failure to obey. Best She hears if from me instead of gleaning it through some offhanded comment later in the day. As She sat there in a comfortable chair sipping Her fresh hot coffee with warm milk, i asked for permission to speak. She was very kind in listening to me. Goddess was pleased that Her sit had shown concern for a budding Fem Domme, yet She was clear that i had disobeyed the gist of Her orders and poignantly informed me that there would be consequences for my actions. She did not elude any details on how that punishment might play out.

Is the pain of a punishment whipping different that the agony of a pleasure whipping? i believe so. The slave is very aware of his short comings that have elevated the situation to the point that Goddess will discipline you for the infraction. i broke Her rules; i must suffer Her wrath.

That very evening i was the one commanded to find the hotel staff member in question after Her shift was done, and request that She meet Goddess in the dungeon space. i was the one who fell to my knees and confessed to both Ladies at once. i was the one again cuffed standing upright. i was the one about to be punished for my sins.

Goddess spent an ample amount of time showing the budding Madame Nicole some whipping tips and tricks. Then they both turned their attention and direction to my already semi blistered ass cheeks. Goddess Ezada kept on directing Her to use more force. Madame Nicole happily complied yet often expressed concern that She was hurting me, whereto Goddess Ezada laughed as She stood back and struck me with even greater veracity. Twenty to 30 minutes into this round robin of thrashing whips and crops, sit is starting to feel more than uncomfortable, my skin is more than just bruised, my ego is flatly deflated. my ego feels pain.

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They both stop, and soon Goddess Ezada squarely looks me in the eyes and asks, “Are you done slave?” my response was proper “Please beat me for Your pleasure Goddess Ezada, i deserve punishment for disobeying Your orders.” Goddess steps back behind me while the Madame Nicole faces me from the front, looking compassionately into my eyes.   Goddess resumes, only this time Her whip kisses do far deeper damage than ever before. This is punishment, this is uncomfortable, this slave cries openly. Madame Nicole searches for my soul as my tears form “I’m sorry She’s hurting you, I’m so sorry.” The punishment whipping only ends when Goddess Ezada is satisfied.

Weeping. Beaten. Broken. you the slave soon learn this truth; Her whip kisses only end when the Goddess Ezada Sinn is satisfied.

21 11 2015

Picture of the week 47 2015 – Anniversary whipping for gifts

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Three years ago this slave made himself a gift for his birthday – a private session with Me. Since then, he continues to serve Me almost every month, during weekend breaks in different parts of the world. Last week I met him in the south of France for our 3 years anniversary. As usually, he got Me a lot of gifts, and I felt it would be nice to reward his generosity this time. Every gift will be rewarded with My Russian whip: the more I like it – the more whiplashes My slave will receive. Watch Me open My presents one after another, trying (some of) them and “rewarding” My slave for each one. Oh, by the way, have I mentioned he hates whipping?

This clip shows a part of a private session and was filmed with a GoPro camera on a tripod (fisheye effect removed).

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