The ink runs out..
Books all sold..
There isn’t any word..
to write for you..
No wonder why..
my poems are unworthy ..
Nine of the Muses..
they, bow down to you…
The Gods all around..
beg for your glimpse..
Sky changes colors..
Just to please you..
To Goddess of rain..
the crator of beautiful seven..
The ground beneath your feet..
is superior than heaven..
Poem by dog goga
Today was the day, having recently signed a mandatory contract from internet’s top dominatrix, a Mistress that I happened to fall very deeply for.
I was ready to meet her at a private location which was only revealed to those who booked a session. I got all nicely prepared wearing a nice pair of fitting leather pants and headed my way to meet her.
¨So, tell me about your interests. What do you like? What turns you on? What are the things you would like to participate in today?¨ Mistress asked me after handing me a cup of wine.
She seemed nice and friendly compared to how I thought about her behind a screen, but since this was my first time taking her services, I assumed she wanted to be nice at first. I took a sip of the drink as I thought clearly making sure I wouldn’t mess this opportunity up. I didn’t want to regret ever stepping foot inside this place.
¨I read your terms and conditions very carefully,¨ I then said. ¨So I know what is allowed and what’s not.¨
Mistress smiled as she drank from her cup. I knew I caught her by surprise. ¨Very good. A lot of my visitors don’t read my conditions before booking a visit, which is why I always end up tying them.”
The idea of being all tied up really aroused me, so that definitely was something I wished to try, but I wanted something different this time, something a little darker. Being at the presence of such woman dressed fully in leather really made me feel small and powerless and I had the urge to just kneel down and prostrate myself right here and then. I had so much power and authority in my hands and in my entire life in general, such heavy baggage kept me pinned and I felt the need to let it all fall to the ground along with my body.
Meeting the very tip of her boots, I felt compelled to run my tongue to worship them. So that is what I did, I ran my tongue down the sole of her boot, her heel making even more clean and shiny then they already were.
She stepped away right before my arousal could rise and walked around me with a sadistic smile on her face, tapping and swinging a whip in her hand.
“Coming to my dungeon and presenting yourself to me this way really arouses me, slave. You didn’t even mentioned your name, what was it again? I didn’t get a chance to answer. “You know what? That doesn’t matter to me. To me, you are just an ordinary slave that I get to keep, own and train. After all, you agreed to this. You agreed to be one of my many slaves, to serve me in any way I wish.”
Her words where like candy to my ears, they made me feel at peace and completely out of power. I laid there before her on my hands and knees, fully clothed, simply taking her commanding words and ready to obey her every command. I agreed to this. I wanted this. I needed this. I was born for this, born to obey my Mistress.
“That’s right boy, you like the sound of my voice don’t you? You’re cock responds too well to my commanding words” Arousal finally building. “Lick my boot again, slave.” Mistress commanded.
My tongue ran across her leather boot, savoring the sexy leather, just obeying and compelling. Taking the roughness of the leather deep into my mouth taking all the pleasure of my submission in.
“Yes, good boy, it seems you have done that before, I like what I see. You are quite entertaining. Now, I want you to kiss my boot in appreciation, being thankful for being here at my presence, be thankful, slave. Thank your Mistress to be using you this way.”
The more she spoke, the more I obeyed, her commands sent a trigger to my brain to lick, suck and kiss her leather boot with such passion, moaning softly at her feet, at her calves and at her toned thighs. I never experienced such passion and devotion before. I could go on for hours and hours.
“That’s enough slave, stop. You have done well worshipping my boots. Now just stay here and be my seat, Mistress needs to speak.” At that moment, I noticed I was completely naked. When exactly did I took off my clothes? How is it that I don’t remember? When did this happen? It must have been the leather boots she was wearing. Her soft rubber bottom was felt in my back, Mistress was using me a tool to sit on, this felt amazing. It seemed that our interview was continuing on this time.
“As I mentioned, you did signed a contract and you agreed to my every word, so now you are officially my property. First thing first, I will be taking measurements of your cock and will assign you your own chastity cage to put on, you will keep it on for 2 weeks, this will be given to you in a few days, if you are a good boy you may earn a release before being locked again for an entire month, you may not leave this dungeon unless I give you explicit permission do so, and if you do not come back in two days, you will not be allowed into my premises ever again, if you have an emergency needing to leave, you can let me know and we will arrange something, you will wake up at 6 in the morning and you will take care of my beautiful garden outside. This assignment has now been passed on to you. I have my boys do different tasks for me every morning so you are no exception, understand?”
I nodded by head in agreement. Taking a role of a servant to service this Mistress as she pleased felt welcoming. I felt as if I were in my own home. Soon this would be just that.
“Good. Then, take your clothes and fold them nice and keep them safe in that closet over there, no boys are allowed to wear clothes here, I want them naked and ready for me whenever I need them, so have that thought berried deeply in your mind. I want all my boys naked at all times. Feel at home, slave.”
I saw Mistress walking away as I was left keeling in this room, watching her leave was the last thing I ever wanted to experience. I felt something new in me, something must have changed. I am a changed man. Mistress was everything I ever wanted and needed. And this was my new home…
The following morning, I woke up ready to obey my Mistress, her command to take care of her garden and taking care of some piles of leather clothes. Just taking the sexy leather fabric to my face made my cock hard just imagining my Mistresses wearing them. I felt lucky to be here and being a good obedient servant for her.
“ I’m quite pleased,” I heard my Mistress say all of a sudden. Latex. Fuck. Her body completely covered in latex made me even weaker. I also noticed she was wearing a pair of headphones. This brought me sexy images to my mind.
“It’s time for you daily brainwash session,” She then said. “It’s a thirty minute audio file that you will be listening to for the first month.”
I loved the idea of brainwashing, I was sure that I would become the perfect servant that she seeks in a submissive male. She then grabbed me by the had and walked me to a room full of fucking machines, benches, st Jude crosses, and other BDSM related objects. She put on a collar around my neck and instructed me to enter a very small and narrow closet. Dark and empty just like my mind was at that instant. She closed the door and the programmed started. I closed my eyes and allowed the smoothness of her voice speak those words I needed to hear.
“Harder and harder” My cock instantly responded. Her voice instructed me to pleasure myself to explosion. For cum to shoot all over the small room reaching the dark empty space in front of me. I felt my creamy Jis oozing and falling to my thighs all over the floor I was standing. I felt the cum splashing all over the floor as I was mindlessly brainwashed. This was it, the end of my own arousal of my own hand but it was a beautiful feeling of bliss and total arousal. Minutes later the door was opened and I was greeting by her once more.
“Good Boy.” She spoke I stared at her completely lost in awe and arousal. Exactly what she wanted. From that point forward, she would control my orgasms, they were no longer mine.
Story by My devotee Abeboy, published with his consent. Leave a comment if you enjoyed the read.
Almighty Goddess Ezada Sinn,
Under Your boots, at the bottom of the heel, lies the top of my world,
Everything that i know is Yours and Thus Everything is holy!
Your Aroma so Divine, it makes the entire world fragrant!
Your whip, the highest weapon, heals me of all my pain!
Your Luscious Hair that lend nature the darkness of a comfortable night!
Your Sacred Nectar, the Elixir to life, purifies even the filthiest of souls!
Your Divine Light illuminates the lowly dark existence of creatures like me, giving us Salvation under Your Absolute Rule!
O Supreme Being!
O The Highest Divinity!
I kneel before You in total submission!
i worship You, i pray to You!
By:
a humble Ezadasinnist,
Ezada’s toiletboy
Fanart “Giantess Mistress Ezada” by staker65
She is a divine goddess, while the buildings are the counterparts of her male-victims. They are insignificant besides Giantess Ezada, their mighty mistress.
She is a femme fatale to them, making them smoke, burn, reel, explode, collapse, all types of decay. Smoking and fire of her victims show their excitement, by her mere presence, her threat, caresses or by tap of her foot. Reeling and structural damage are the signs that she breaks them, their ego is wounded and they are enslaved to her.
This kind of damage usually combined with fire: breaking and enslavement are often exciting to her male victims. This leads to ruin: explosion is their ejaculation, which is always ruined by Mistress Ezada; and when a building explodes under her foot, it is a major structural damage.
Finally, collapse is the end of the victim: fully destroyed ego, death, perhaps suicide, and if still alive, cannot think anything else than her executrix. Mistress Ezada rarely destroys them directly to utter collapse; if only she feels resistance and she must demonstrate her power.
Usually she kindles them, sets them to fire by evil exciting, malicious but sexy acts, then leave them behind agonizing helplessly. She leaves a trail of destruction behind her; damaged, burning building-males show her course.
Model: Goddess Ezada from mistressezada.com/
Check his other awesome images on DeviantArt.
When the letters of the English alphabet come together in the most beautiful arrangement, they yield the word ‘Ezada’ which is the name of Goddess Ezada Sinn, the Almighty. She is the lone Creator, Preserver and Destroyer of the entire cosmos and everything in it.
Just as for Her chattels(slaves), She controls the motion of all stars and planets by the mere gesture of Her hands. It is She Who uses Her whip and makes the winds blow.
Just like all Her other worshippers, She created me with the dust of Her feet. i prostrate before Her for She gave me this life to witness and worship Her divinity.
Like the tiny drops of water in rivers and lakes ultimately flows back to the ocean, where it belongs, i too want to lead a life of constant service and prayers so that some day, with Her grace i return to the place where i belong, under the most sacred feet of my Deity, my Zeita.
Written by jeff
Vore fetish and chastity – such an interesting combination, right? This is made by Space. he told Me there will be a continuation and it will be published on https://aryion.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=88&t=50312
I am always delighted to inspire you so entertain Me with your fanart. Send Me your work via the contact form on My website and if I like it I will publish it on My blog.
I had the chance to meet again Goddess Ezada few days ago in Bucharest. For 138 days, I have lived months, days of difficult hours, horrible even atrocious hours far from the one who marvels me, who animates me, who owns me. Finally my Goddess decided to offer me a last chance to prostrate myself at Her feet.
I arrived at about six o’clock P.M in front of our rendezvous at the 5 stars hotel in Bucharest. A class establishment, refined and illuminated by a soft spring sunshine which gave a romantic hue to the Romanian capital.
I waited for the arrival of my Mistress in front of the hotel, on my knees.
Suddenly She arrived in a gleaming black limousine, window glasses. I got up, opened the back door of the BMW 7 Series.
And there, it was a tsunami of emotions, a cyclone of chills, an earthquake that broke out when my Goddess came out of the car.
A hallucinating Beauty: shiny black thigh boots with dizzy heels mingling perfectly with the fineness of a leather trousers with impeccable cut. This one letting explode all the power of the thighs and buttocks of my Highness, a spangled top allowing to draw a deep décolleté. A well done make-up, and sunglasses caress an absolute purity of Her Queen’s face.
I know that every time I do not see my Mistress for a long time, I find Her even more beautiful, untouchable and Divine. But I do not think I distort reality. Like the greatest wines, the vintages of exceptions, Mistress Ezada repels, day after day, the codes of Beauty, charm and elegance.
I knelt to kiss Her right hand. A hand so soft, so delicate but also so firm, so uncopromising when She holds Her wonderful single-tail. A hand decorated with sublime rings and nails always perfect, long, red, shiny and eye-catching.
Then She advanced towards the hall of the hotel, like a Queen, with a gait to take the breath. She was so haughty, dignified, elegant, untouchable.
I was overwhelmed by the power that She emanated. I was cryogenized by Her fatal beauty, I was amazed by the charisma She projected. I only saw Her. She was in the light, the rest in the shade. The whole world could collapse, the earth could stop turning, the only thing that mattered: it was this surreal scene of a Queen walking, advancing, carrying everything in its path. I did not have the strength to get up, I was still on my knees. It was impossible to get to the same height as Her, even I do not know how I was not lower down in the ground. Her Greatness is unique. Her Class is eternal. Her beauty is wonderful.
At that moment, I had only one desire, to follow Her on all fours before the crowd that was in the most luxurious street of Bucharest. I wanted to prostrate myself at her feet, to offer Her my life, my soul, my spirit.
She walks at once so gracefully and quickly that She cannot be followed
Unconsciously, I understood that I could not approach my Queen. A Queen, She is worshiped, we dream to kiss Her feet, to die under Her soles. But I do not deserve such honor, such pleasure to serve Her and to be close to Her highness..
All of a sudden, I was brought back to reality when, with a subtle slap of a finger, She made me understand that I should already be close to Her with Her luggage.
I executed myself, while trying to regain my emotions.
Mistress EZADA transports you beyond the imaginable, into a world where Woman has Absolute and Divine power.
Even if I had not exchanged a word with Her, I could already go home. She had put me on my knees, in my soul. And I knew I would never get up. I belong to Her, my life belongs to Her. She possesses the World.
written by slave simon
“Addiction and withdrawal, the two go hand in hand to enslave the victim. You see, i have a problem; but there are no support groups, no GEA (Goddess Ezada Anonymous). i am addicted to Goddess Ezada Sinn.
i feel my cravings intensely, as much as the need to breath. i crave Goddess’ presence, to hear Her voice, the warmth of Her smile. Watching Her clips helps, but it is not like the real thing. Like any aid to quitting an addiction, the relief is temporary. To quit entirely needs the desire to quit, i have no desire to quit my addiction. It has taken just 6 days in Her presence to make me hopelessly addicted. Goddess knows full well the effect She has, Goddess always knows. i remember Goddess telling me on O/our first meeting that She tends to create addiction. How true those words were.
So beware, dear reader, enter Goddess’ realm with caution. Once you enter you will never leave. You will enslave yourself.
i worship Goddess Ezada Sinn, i belong to Her”
text by pink poodle
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