sit meets his Goddess – Chapter 3: Dominance at Dawn’s Light …
One quickly realizes that Goddess Ezada rises early in the morning. Her dominant nature does not lounge quietly in bed. When the early sun touches Her face, Goddess’s body rises to touch and soak in the sun.
She refers warm over chilly, hot over cold.
The first coffee You ever deliver to Her, on your knees, is met with a violent and unexpected slap across your dumbfounded face. The label “Idiot” sticks to your forehead like flypaper. Domestic service slaves should take note, the milk on the side must be streamed or somehow warmed.
You were told to bring three filed cups. One for Her, one kindly for me and the remaining mug for the over burdened working slave, already seating in front of the computer editing Her video clips.
Outside in the warm sun Goddess finds a comfortable shaded chair, while You are directed to kneel by Her side. The cement is granular and coarse, still a wise slave just obeys. Goddess sips happily away, yet you dare not raise the mug to your lips.
Permission must be granted, and you learn quite quickly never to ask permission for certain things.
“Hand me your cup slave.” Goddess leans forward, purses Her lips together and hurls a massive wad of spit dead center into your virgin morning coffee. Learn this lesson well slave.
Goddess spits.
you display Her spit if it is on your tongue or anywhere in your mouth.
slave offers a sincere “Thank You Goddess.”
you swallow.
If Her regal spit comes to rest on your food or in your drink.
the slave offers a sincere “Thank You Goddess.”
The first morsel you imbibe CONTAINS that spit … !!
She lingers over coffee as the textured sand of the cement etches into your slave skin and knees. Don’t whimper this early in the day, intense pain comes later.
“slave, it’s time to inspect your room.” Goddess takes a firm command of everything She owns, even the way a slave unpacks his own tiny assigned room. The 4’ dragon tail snake whip She carries, will help you remember the order of things next time you travel with Her.
However, beware that the whip is not always used for punishment. It’s primary use is for Her pleasure. All those little blurbs Goddess has imbedded on Her web site “you will suffer for My pleasure,” no truer words have been spoken, dear slave.
The resort W/we are staying at for the week, is entirely occupied by 100+ kinky like minded FemDom participants. Goddess Ezada’s entourage contains two long-term slaves and me, Her newbie. A dozen or so folks have assembled poolside in the early morning hours. W/we pass them on the way to breakfast, and Goddess pauses to speak with another well known Domme. i fall into “Heel Position” the second Her hand silently announces Her directives. Yes, the texture of the cement around the pool’s edge is rough as well.
“slave sit, strip,” rattles me out of the Heel position. “Over against the wooden frame, stick out your lily white ass.” There is a large suspension frame poolside that She has directed me to lean against it. my mind stews over the discouraging fact of an early morning whipping. Before breakfast no less.
“What the fu..”
Oh my …
Oh oh my …
Oooooooh my.”
my ass cheeks have just split wide open. That’s no whip, it’s a bloody cane. Must be an acrylic cane, hell no it’s a metal cane. Canes strike more fear in sit’s heart than my Mother discovering my school boy stash of Playboy magazines.
“Two more slave.”
i wait. i worry. No, i really worry.
The second strike makes the shock of first blow disappear into the immediate past. my knees buckle forward, i rise up onto the tips of seven or eight toes as my rump shakes from outright explicit searing pain. i am no longer leaning on the wood; i am grasping onto the structure for support.
“slave, PRESENT ass”
“Yes, Goddess.”
i wait, this time with short anticipatory breaths.
i fear.
You can almost hear Goddess exhale just prior to the third and most prolific cane bite. i am not sure if i gulped or gasped at that very moment. All i remember is shuttering as i now hang off the fresh pine wood frame, suspended by my clutching hands and upper arms. This pleasant first morning at the resort has all but disappeared.
She softly caresses my backside and seems honestly pleased at Her impromptu work. Goddess gently breathes into my left ear. “Don’t you DARE move a muscle slave, I’ll be back.” She leaves me alone caressing the warm wood of the suspension frame. Normal breathing starts to creep back into my lungs.
Comments heard from the pool. “The beatings have begun.”
“Punishment Position”
i comply only to feel a gloved yet spit lubed finger invade my ass. First just one, then two and finally three. All in preparation for a black inflatable butt plug. Not inserted sympathetically by any manner. One full pump squeeze, then two. Here comes the third. Goddess turns me around and benevolently looks into my eyes.
“Spread your legs.”
She secures a soft black bondage rope around Her cock and balls and weaves it around my legs and waist in order for to secure the pump ball into my lower back.
Squeeze four, five, and six. Maybe i should smile more acutely at my plight.
Goddess purrs, “Perfect. Breakfast. Follow slave.”
my black shorts and tee shirt are nowhere to be found. i fall into line on Her left side just one step behind Her gate, naked except for steel chastity, black rope, hidden butt plug, and exposed ball pump. The first full day at the retreat has barely begun.
sissy jamieanne
13.12.2015 @ 13:22
Good Day Mistress Ezada!
I’m a follower of Yours on Fetlife, Ma’am…but this is Your first blog entry I’ve really read…and it was breathtaking! Your dominance shines through and becomes apparent as I read of Your treatment of Your slave first thing in the morning…delightful!
Ezada
13.12.2015 @ 13:28
Welcome, sissy!
Read all My blog entries, I am sure you will like them a lot 🙂
sissy jamieanne
14.12.2015 @ 12:23
Thank You so much Mistress Ezada…i will certainly be following Your blog…humbly and on my knees!
hengda yang
19.12.2015 @ 17:52
i love You, my Goddess Ezada, i wish i could write a book for You, my great Mistress, i long to be tortured by Your own Hand, the more tortured for Your pleasure, the more happy i feel at hear. Now the Christmas is coming. i wish You a Merry Chrstmas and a happy New Year!
Ezada
19.12.2015 @ 18:11
Thank you for the good wishes and the generous Amazon gift card you offered to Me.
hengda yang
20.12.2015 @ 02:18
my Greatest Supreme Goddess Ezada, having received Your nice reply, how happy i feel at heart, this is the greatest favor a slave could expect from his Mistress, i am so grateful, so excited, that i will be in high spirits the whole long, no words can express my love, my respect, my submission, my devotion to You.