The Romanian legend of Sibiu

Story written by My collared slave, purcelus, based on real facts.

“In Summer 2013, I had the chance to visit the Transylvania with my Goddess. It was a lovely road trip with wonderful landscapes, traditional monuments, and my Unique Mistress. After a long way from Bucharest to Sibiu by the mythic and incredible Transfagarasan, we arrive at Sibiu, a nice city with Germanic influence. I read some books about Romania before visiting Sibiu. There is a legend on the podul Minciunilor (Bridge of liars, a nice little bridge (10 m) built in 1859. The pedestrian bridge makes the link between the Huet place and small Market. The legend was :

In XIXe century, the women of the city came to talk below the bridge about their love story. If their husband was really in love for hers, the bridge stays intact. In other case, the bridge collapses. I was eager to visit the city with My Mistress. I prepared the moment where we will cross the podul Minciunilor in my head. After a nice dinner in the main street, we arrive on the bridge. Some tables from a restaurant were on this. And all tables were overcrowded by some couples, maybe to celebrate the legend. So, I stop on the middle of the bridge, in between two tables. I knelt down in front of my Empress and I said:

“sunt sclavul tau pentru totdeauna Stapana mea, ma simt foarte bine cu Dumneavostra. Va iubesc” *(1)*

*(1)* I am Your slave for ever my Mistress, I feel so good with You. I love You.

by offering Her a rose in the same time. My goal was to show to my Mistress that I was sincere because the bridge will stay intact.

Few seconds after, I received a very hard face slapping in front of everybody. People are waiting the answer of Mistress Ezada like in all romantic films by a kiss or a hug. Then Mistress Ezada asked me:

“Spread Your legs My slave” and She kicked me in my balls, for the first time in public. The kick was hard and precise.

Then She told me to go up and She opens the collar of my shirt so that everybody could see the metallic collar with a padlock I had to wear. The couples saw it; they understood that I belong Her. I was not ashamed, but I don’t dare to look behind. At the end of the bridge, my Mistress forced me to look on the bridge the glance of all women laughing about me, speaking about my pathetic state in front of my Goddess, dreaming to transform their husband into their slaves.

It was my first “huge” public humiliation. Before, I knelt down and kiss Her boots in the middle of the biggest place of Florenza. I did not expect this reaction. Once again, She surprised me. With few gestures, She showed me the power and control She had over me.

We came back to the hotel room and I remembered that I have not said one word of the evening. Finally I understood, She gave me the best answer. As long as the bridge will not collapse, She will own me, She will lead me wherever She will, She will use me whenever She desires, in public or not, She will humiliate me, She will punish me. She will have all the rights on me.

Simply, She will love me just like a Mistress loves Her slave. She gave me a lesson that night. A look, an attitude and some gestures are worth many more than lovely words.

I love Her, I love my Goddess. And I do not desire one thing now. The Minciunilor bridge remains immortal.

Purcelus, property of unique Goddess Ezada Sinn”