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29 09 2015

The Collaring and enslavement of slave p (# 069) part 1

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This long story was written by slave p (#069) and is inspired from his personal experience in My service. Because the story is very long I’ll publish it in 6 parts, during the next weeks.

Chained in my cell on all fours, my mind drifted back to how & why I had ended up in this situation. Incidentally when I say chained I should elaborate. Around my neck I have a heavy-duty stainless collar with an internal locking mechanism – the collar also had the benefit (not mine) of having 4 O rings fitted to it.
Attached to one of these (using a threaded chain link– soldered to prevent removal) was a short length of quite a heavy duty chain the end of which was padlocked to solid steel ringbolt that secured to the straw covered stone floor, of the cell that was in a very deep basement of an old building. Consequently this kept my face quite close to the floor. In the nights I was allowed to lie on my back in order to sleep.
However I digress back to my daydream! The reason I was here was due to an addiction – no not to drugs or alcohol, but to the infamous Mistress Ezada Sinn, and subsequently to Her predilection of Fetishes, and BDSM pleasures, these being Boot Worship, Caning, Chastity, Face-Sitting, Tease & Denial, Strap on, and of course not forgetting Whipping, as Mistress Ezada loves to whip Her slaves!
My journey started some 13 or 14 months previously (difficult to keep track of time these days), (a little d. I had come to the realisation that although I had tried many times I was unable to deny my submissive & Masochistic desires. Plus having 1st hand knowledge that Romanian Dominatrixes were in a league of their own, I set out to try and find my true destiny. This led me to discovering Mistress Ezada Sinn’s website. Just one sentence in Her Bio said it all to me, and this was:
Begging Me to allow you to suffer for Me, your soul will be in agony, and your flesh will be in pain”. I was sold! This Lady was truly Dominant, and the ultimate Dominatrix! The way I interpret Her statement is that She wasn’t going to just whip me, but wanted the pleasure of seeing /hearing me beg to be whipped more – even though I was already suffering from previous lashes!
So began my long journey. I sent Her with a respectful introductory email, requesting my desire to serve Her. I anxiously waited, after a month with no response, I nervously emailed again. After all, I thought it could be that my first email had not been received. I waited and waited for a reply. After a long 6 weeks – my patience was rewarded with a reply.
Mistress Ezada’s email simply stated I should reply in 7 days stating why I should be given due consideration of being allowed to become Her slave. I replied as instructed. I stated I would do almost anything to please Her. That was my number one priority – to give Her Pleasure! Almost a month went by but then I received a reply – Yes!
In Her email – Mistress Ezada asked me how far was I prepared to commit body & soul in order to become Her collared slave.
She explained it would take a huge amount of commitment not only on me but Her also, further stressing it would not be easy, and would take a long time. She summarize what it would it would involve. Extensive long-distance training, known as Pre-Training (before actual Face-to-face) Training for real started at a location to be decided including – Long-Term chastity & consequently long term orgasm denial.
Learning slave positions, Boot worship etiquette. It would require weekly Skype chats to test me on various things & confirm continued chastity compliance.

To leave me in no doubt as to the seriousness of Her view point on male orgasm denial I was informed that the minimum denial period during distance training would be 1 month, this however would be extended to 2 months, & then to 3 months – with authorized orgasms at the relevant time points being allowed.
However a twist to this meant if I accepted (option A) being allowed to orgasm at the above intervals would add an extra 6 months to the time-line. Oh my, this was a tough call, because a non negotiable Condition for being granted a Face-Face Assessment with Mistress Ezada would not be granted until I had been in denial for a minimum 3 months – it could be longer but not shorter.
The alternative option B meant it would be at least long 9 months before I could get to meet wonderful Mistress Ezada Sinn. I suddenly realized it wasn’t a difficult decision to make. I knew deep down that it would be worth it.
I was told the importance of my pre-training as once my Re-education training began, prior to my becoming a fully fledged collared slave would be much much tougher, extremely tough.
I wondered to myself what that meant, but then as I continued reading She explained. Chastity would be 24/7 x 365 with only the possibility of a single orgasm & even that ruined per year. I would however be teased & denied on a very frequent basis.
Additionally there would be daily boot worship, daily whippings, and weekly canings. I guess the one respite – was that the much stricter regime would kick in after 2 weeks initial training.
Of course as a slave being re-educated you will not be allowed to eat normally or for that matter normal food! In respect of you getting fed, you will be lucky if I feed you my leftovers. Most times you will get dry bread only – although perhaps I should clarify – re-dried bread that previously had had a special kind of champagne poured over it. As I am also a very thoughtful Mistress, there will always be some liquid for you to drink!
For the Re-Education Training, this would involve minimum term of 3 months – with a possibility of extending to 12 months if I achieved Mistress Ezada’s exacting standards.
So potential ‘collared slave’ I have one question: – “Do you still want to eventually become one of my ‘collared slaves’? It was a very easy answer – “YES Mistress Ezada”.

I was required to purchase a chastity & use plastic numbered padlocks. Once I’d received the chastity device I was ordered to put it on & secure in place using one of the plastic padlocks. This was all verified via a Skype webcam call.
Almost a year after first contact, I received an email from Mistress Ezada telling me I had earned the privilege of being allowed to visit Her for ReEducation Assessment, in order to check I was suitable for the full Training, and therefore deemed if suitable for acceptance into the programme, and by default the Mistress Ezada Sinn slave academy.
In fact only a small number of subs/slaves were ever selected to potentially become a collared salve.
Before I knew it, I was landing at the airport. The assessment being conducted over 3 days in Romania. Here I would fully tested for my tolerance to being whipped, & caned. Also tested on my slave positions, and also boot worship, including licking. My suitability for face sitting, and strap on – being taken anally. For some reason I was better able to take being whipped than being caned, so I remained hopeful.
For the whipping test I had been strapped down on a whipping bench & given 2 lots of 25 lashes with a dressage whip. Later on I had to be able to stand not secured with my hands on my head – this was called mental bondage, & just accept being whipped on my chest. I just about managed 50 lashes.

After a bit of respite, and more boot worshiping, I was secured over the whipping bench again to test me for the cane. This I wasn’t very good at so only managed 30 strokes before pleading for mercy.
On another day I was secured in an X position to receive a full body whipping – with my wrists secured to the ceiling, and my ankles to the floor. Here I had to endure 25 lashes, counting out each lash, but because I was making too much noise, Mistress Ezada gagged me using a penis-gag for a 2nd 25!
Once the trial was over, Mistress Ezada confirmed that I had past the test, but only just. Mistress Ezada indicated to me that She saw a lot of potential in me to become a fully collared slave. I was told that when I returned home, although there would be little contact, I must remain in chastity, and of course in denial. I would receive an email to confirm everything.

The second part will be published next week.

13 09 2015

Mistress Ezada Sinn from A-Z

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A little alphabetical fun whilst I was day dreaming of You today!

A is for Authority. Her authority in Her pets lives is calm, assured ant totally controlling.

B is for Beguiling. Her natural beauty is beguiling, bewitching and mind boggling.

C is for Chastity. Whether mental or physical Mistress is in absolute control.

D is for Discipline. Her slaves must be totally disciplined in their service to Her. Mistakes and failures are intolerable and lead to strict discipline until corrected.

E is for Ezada. Exquisite, enchanting and exotic. The world’s leading Female Supremacist.

F is for Feet. Mistress’s divine must be worshipped, pampered and massaged daily by Her subjects.

G is for Gift. We are grateful for the gift of our gracious Goddess.

H is for Heels. And killer heels. Mistress possesses a dazzling array of leather and patent leather boots and shoes just waiting to be worshipped by Her salves tongues.

I is for Intelligence. Not just physically stunning Mistress also possesses a sublime mental beauty.

J is for Journey. Once a slave embarks on a journey of discovery under Mistress Ezada’s control his life suddenly has meaning and purpose and becomes complete.

K is for Kiss. Whip kisses. The kiss of Mistress’s whips induces feelings of great joy for the slave knowing he is giving pleasure to his Mistress.

L is for Leather. What else! The sight of our Goddess dressed from head to toe in Her favourite leather must rank as the eighth wonder of the modern world.

M is for Mesmerising. Her mesmerising presence will cast a spell on you. One from which you will never want to escape.

N is for Nipple. Your nipples become Her Playthings, Her toys, to squeeze and tease for Her pleasure.

O is for Orgasm. She will have multiple orgasms at your expense. You, if lucky, will have a very occasional ruined one. Orgasm control is one of Her specialities.

P is for Passion. Her passion, your pain, Her pleasure. Simple.

Q is for Queen. She is Queen of all She surveys, the absolute monarch in in the Queendom of Female Supremacy.

R is for Red. Her favourite colour. Whilst She looks regal in black She looks ravishing in red.

S is for Sanctum. To worship Goddess’s Sanctum is the greatest honour that can be bestowed upon any slave.

T is for Torture. Her beauty and Her style will torture your mind and soul. For ever.

U is for Utopia. Her utopian view is of a Female led society where a male’s only usefulness is to serve and obey. Perfect.

V is for Voice. That voice, so soft and sensual yet demanding and strict.

X is for X rated. The best X rated Femdom clips on the Internet in Her Clips4sale store. Now ranked in the top 25 studios in the world!

Y is for Yearning. Once you have experienced Mistress Ezada your yearning to serve Her grows by the day.

Z is for Zeal. We are zealous in our pursuit of Her guidance and Her control. We know it is the perfect way of life.

by My collared slave len

12 07 2015

A femdom gathering – part 3

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“After the three femdom Queens who I was honoured to be serving had left the toilet area – their cruel laughter and clicking heels still echoing down the corridor – I quickly cleaned up as I knew i would be summoned to the inner sanctum almost immediately to wait on them hand and foot. I showered, making sure all traces of Mistress Shane’s Goddess piss was removed from my hair and body but still tasting the warm tang of her amber nectar in my mouth, an honour indeed to be used in this way by such a famous Dominatrix. I tidied up the bathroom area and just as I was about to close the door heard the inner sanctum bell summoning me, the slave, to attend to the sublime ladies. When this bell sounded the slave must drop everything and proceed immediately to the foot of His Dominas throne, waiting position, hands upturned for further instruction.

So it was that I found myself positioned thus at the feet of not just one but three magnificent Mistresses. All beautiful, all cruel when they needed to be, all very demanding and extremly bossy and dominant. This was female superiority personified in one special place.

The two American mistresses had changed their clothing, gone were the outer street garments, and in their place were leather and latex outfits. They looked magnificent.

Mistress Shane wore a red and black leather catsuit, showing off her magnificent womanly figure and ample bosom, topped off by a pair of black leather thigh high boots almost coming up to Her heavenly crotch, a crotch that had been only inches from my face ten minutes earlier. Her long hair flowed down Her back like an Amazon Queen.

Mistress Larou wore sheer black tights under a white latex basque that accentuated the curves of Her magnificent ass, a zip ran from Her divine pussy right around to the top of Her ass. She also wore thigh high boots, red patent leather shining wickedly in the light.

My Stapana Ezada as usual was magnificent, but tonight She looked especially wonderful. She wore a white frilly shirt, with a black studded leather corset set off by a matching black leather jacket. Her beige jodhpurs showed Her magnificent ass cheeks to their best advantage and knee high riding boots and crop completed the riding Mistress look. Her hair was pulled back in a severe pony tail. What a sight, the jodhpurs especially making me go weak at the knees. I guessed I was to be the pony. Even in the presence of the other two magnificent Queens my owner Mistress Ezada’s beauty and natural superiority dazzled me. I decided I would beg Her at a later date to brand and tattoo me with Her mark so I would truly be Her owned goods forever. I blushed at the sight of such overpowering female supremacy gathered in the one place and dropped to my knees in awe.

Mistress Shane said “aw the poor boy, it looks like its all too much for him, he is going to faint” Mistress Larou laughed and said ” and we haven’t even spit roasted him yet”. All three Domme Queens laughed loudly at this, then with a click of Her fingers my Stapana said

“No he will perform absolutely brillantly…or else he will be whipped within an inch if his life”. I slowly regained my composure.

“Come here slave demanded Mistress Larou, I want to examine the merchandise” The three sublime ladies were seated at the tea table to the right, that had not yet taken their regal places on each of their thrones. “Can we see his cock and balls Ezada”? It’s hard to know what he has in that chasity device. “Of course my dear” said Ezada. “Slave quickly present balls” I crawled across to my Goddess and assumed the present balls position. My Stapana took a key from around Her neck and threw it on the floor. “Pick that key and chain up slave, but in your pathetic mouth, and then unlock Your cock cage”. I knelt low and picked up the key in my mouth after about five different attempts, the dominant ladies laughing at me all the while. My cheeks flushed from the ridicule and humiliation. Eventually I took the key in my hand and unlocked the chasity device. My cock and balls swung free for the first time in three whole months, I had almost been reprogrammed to not have any erections at all as my slave cock was severely constricted in the device and the metal sides cut into it when it swelled with an erection. I wondered if I was becoming impotent and if I was able to gain an erection at all any more?…maybe that was the ultimate goal of my Stapana? She wanted a flacid impotent cock for Her slave, that never got hard any more but balls that still could be emptied by prostate milking.

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“Hmm, said Larou, a decent sized cock, and huge balls, when was the last time they were emptied sister?” She said laughing turning to Mistress Ezada. “Not for three months Larou, punishment, I caught him wanking with a pair of my filthy knickers from the laundry basket. He was licking the brown stain from where my ass had been”. “Ah, a shit licker” said Mistress Larou, “aren’t they all, I might have some use for him later…after dinner” At this the three Goddesses laughed hard at me, Larou slapped me hard across the face and I felt myself getting hard, not impotent after all, not yet anyway.

Mistress Larou said “Slave, here are some special items that I want you to present to us on a silver platter. You must approach head bowed bearing the gifts”, with this She took three medium sized strapons from her luggage. “There are three rubber cocks snd harnesses for each of us Goddesses slave, now quickly arrange them on the platter and present them to us.”

I looked at the three strapons, one was black, one flesh coloured and one was red. All three cocks were about eight inches long with regular girth, they were bigger than my cock. I took the three and arranged them on the platter and then crawled to each Mistress with head bowed and hands outstretched holding the platter for inspection. Mistress Shane chose the black cock, my Stapana the red one and Mistress Larou the realistic flesh coloured one. I helped them to attach the cocks via the harnesses and placed a condom on each one. I kneeled and gazed at the three dominant Queens sitting in front of me their strapons thrusting out before them. I hung my head in servile wonder, so blessed to be in their presence and allowed to serve.

Without a word my Stapana yanked on my chain and directed my mouth onto the head of Mistress Shane’s rubber phallus. “I have trained You many times slave to deep throat my strapon now show these sublime ladies” I bobbed my head up and down on Mistress Shane’s dildo until I felt myself gag. ” Good boy, and now Larous” said my owner and Goddess Mistress Ezada, as she again yanked my neck by the chain and forced me to go down on Mistress Larou’s flesh coloured rubber cock. “Thats it slave, lube up my shaft with Your servile mouth before it is deep inside your tight little asshole” said Mistress Larou, obviously enjoying very much the sight just below her.

I then was passed around in turn from one Domina to another as they took it in turns to yank on my leash and make me suck their rubber cocks. My total degradation was complete as they continued to humiliate me, my own slave cock was as stiff as a board, twitching below me, three months worth of cum hoping to be discharged somehow.

After tiring of this strapon mouth violation My Stapana suddenly harshly Yanked the chain, grabbed my balls and ordered me on my back on the tea table. Still gripping my balls, She pushed my legs in the air and thrust her strapon deep into my slave ass, whilst at the same time Mistress Larou prised my mouth open and once again forced me to gag on Her rubber dick. “Welcome to the reverse spitroast You fucking piece of slave meat” said Mistress Larou. I could see she was enjoying herself and now she was deeply aroused, the wonderful smell of pussy juice started to fill the air.

My Stapana had been banging my ass relentlessly with her strapon, I could feel Her cock deep inside me and pushed against Her to try and take as much as possible into my bitch hole. For that was what I now was to these exquisite ladies, just a submissive man whore for them. All the time Mistress Shane simply watched, resting her boots on my chest and hitting my cock with Her crop occasionally. My Stapana still gripped my balls in Her hand as she shafted me rhythmically up the ass. I could feel the strap on touching my prostate and wasnt sure if I could be made to cum like this?

After a while I heard the words uttered “Ok flip the bitch over” said Mistress Larou. I was turned from being on my back to being bent over the table. The two Dominas also changed ends with my Stapanas rubber cock now lodged deep in my throat and Mistress Larou about to take me up the ass from behind with Her flesh coloured strapon. She had full control of me by pulling my collar via the leash and by squeezing my balls roughly that were cupped in Her gloved hands. My Slave cock was stiff again but as Mistress Larou gradually edged Her strapon up my ass my cock once again shrivelled up and receded. Her Domina cock larger in length and girth dictating when I even had a hard on. I could feel Her excited breath close to my ear as She fucked me deeper and deeper, I groaned in fear but also satisfaction knowing I was now a strapon bitch to these three powerful ladies. My Stapana pulled my head down on her cock again and Mistress Larou and Herself laughed and french kissed each other as they continued to defile me at each end. Just an animal being spitroasted for their amusement. Finally after which seemed like an eternity Mistress Larou slid the phallus out of my hole and forced me to lick the condom clean, I then was ordered to peel the condom off the strapon with my mouth and swallow it whole. The three sublime ladies all crowded around towering above me hands on their hips to watch me lying on the floor eating the filthy condom that had only now just been up my bitch ass. My humiliation was complete.

“Ah, the poor jaded little bitch” said Mistress Shane “he must be exhausted, but you have performed well slave, I see your male member is hard again and twitching away of its own accord, you deserve a treat”. It was true now the rubber cocks were no longer up my ass my slave cock had yet again sprung back to life.

“We will each one of us supreme Goddesses, present a booted thigh high toe to you. You have two minutes to jerk yourself onto each toe tip, you must squirt equally your male mess onto each of the three toes in turn, a ritual to reinforce your complete debasement at our feet. Needless to say afterwards you must lick up every single drop of your slave semen from each of the boots”.

I quickly began to tug at my cock before it was too late and could feel three months of slave cum beginning to rise from my neglected blue balls. I finally shot forth a long groaning length of jism, remembering to in turn shoot my slave load onto each of the Dominas boot toes. “Listen to the animal as he makes his mess” said Larou laughing, as the glistening slave cum dripped from all three of their boots. “Now get down there and clean up that disgusting man filth, with your slave tongue, every last drop you piece of shit” said my Stapana. All three ladies laughed and peered down at their humiliated, debased and spent male chattel as he desperately attempted to lick the sticky mess off the floor and their boot tips with his flicking servile tongue.”

fantasy by slave r

22 06 2015

5 points of desire

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There’s been several months already since I have a new slave in training. I call him “sit”. Because he is a tool for Me, because he is below Me, because he is useful to Me, because he is always there, waiting silently for Me to use him when I want. I am pleased with My sit and this October he will serve Me in person in Costa Rica, at the DommeTrip event. I like when My slaves in training share their stories with everybody – this is the best way for My fans and followers to learn how I like to be approached, served and how I like to train My slaves. If you like the story below, read also his amazing blog.

“There are instances, when Goddess Ezada plainly pulls me to my knees, in utter surrender at my weakest of moments. She claws and rips my mental fortitude and physical skin bare to the bone. The reasons are numerous why Goddess rattles my cage; Her eyes, Her smile, Her figure, Her wardrobe, Her whippings, Her dominant Female stature, Her vicious imagination, Her sadistic glee, it seems Her sit could go on and on without end eulogizing Her virtues.

One of the first videos She ordered me to watch, was one She created for Her “stiletto nail bitch.” i remember every moment of that video so vividly. Her long stiletto nails, meticulously painted in brilliant hues of purple and adorned with detailed white flowers and pearls. Goddess kept weaving Her hands methodically around in front of the camera lens. Those fingertips caught my fancy, yet Goddess had me locked in chastity while viewing the video. i am sure She knew, well ahead of time, that the cock cage would prove confining, restrictive and painful.

Her nails glistened, entranced, and captured me. Her hand movements waxed hypnotic and completely mesmerized me. Her slave’s cock was swelling, bursting, and erupting at the seams, with no relief in sight. Still Her nails pulled me in deeper and deeper, to a place of utter capitulation and defeat.

There i was, completely vanquished, overwhelmed, and conquered, with my head tipped back, neck exposed, mouth opened, and dry. Goddess’s own eyes revealed the depth which She has just raped and emasculated my soul. The smile on Her lips haunted me with the truth of my resign and surrender. The five points of desire, in each hand, held me like a ball about to be tossed up into the air, a toy to be fetched. Her stiletto nails grabbed my soul and left me breathless and exposed.

There are some nights, after evening altar’s worship, where i just can’t shake the image of Her stiletto nails from my mind. i silently beg to feel their magic touch upon my skin, the pressure of their sharp pointed tips pricking into my dermis, torturing my flesh. Her stiletto nails personify Her already magnetized female lure and temptation.

Goddess Ezada’s nails drive me to the weakest place a slave-in-training can inhabit. A locus in which nothing else matters but Her control and Her ownership of me. Her stiletto nails help drive me deeper to the point of no return and ultimate abandon and servitude under Her rule.”

15 06 2015

The contract – by Marco

Ezada Fanart executrix, femdom fantasy 4

Fantasy written by My fan Marco

“I awoke in darkness, a hood over my head. I was tied to a chair in a cold room, dressed only in my underwear. Suddenly I heard the loud, unmistakable sound of clicking heels…louder and louder…and then they stopped. I heard breathing and a soft moan: “Mmmmmm, look at the helpless slave, ready for his fate.” A hand ripped off my hood.

My eyes adjusted to the light and I gasped at the stunning, powerful figure before me. I had never seen anyone like her…there she stood, towering over me in a long leather coat in over-the-knee leather boots with sharp, spike heels … fishnet stockings rose above the boots, attached to a tight leather corset with multiple garter straps. Her exotic eyes were heavily rouged, with her eye shadow making her even more erotic and mysterious—and attractive. She wore black leather opera gloves, which she pulled and smoothed as she clutched a menacing whip. I hung by my wrists, amazed at the image before me. “Welcome to my torture chamber, Slave Marco. Do you know why you I could barely speak: “Nnnnnooo…pppllleazzze, what are you going to

“Tsk, Tsk, I overpowered you and brought you here for a simple reason. I was hired to kill you—and for a handsome price. Plus, my curiosity as to how it would feel to actually take a life helped me say yes. And one more thing — you will address me as ‘Goddess Ezada’…understand???”

“Yyyyyyessss, Ggggggoddess Ezzzzzadaaa …”

“You know, I was channel surfing one night and I stumbled on a western movie. Now I don’t usually like westerns, but in this one a man was being whipped by 6 or 7 men … they whipped him and whipped him as he writhed on the ground … I couldn’t take my eyes off it … they used big bull whips and eventually, they killed him.” She strode toward me, her heels clicking, her legs so strong, her boots so beautiful … I could smell the heady mix of leather and her

“This is a modified bullwhip that I had made especially for me. I’ve been itching to try it. In fact, I skipped my exercise this morning just so I could be amped up to burn some energy … some energy whipping your helpless body … You see, I love being cruel and merciless … and taking a life is the next logical step. HaHaHa!”

Goddess Ezada Sinn was so magnificent and all-powerful … she twirled the whip in the air, making it hiss so loudly … she walked around behind me … suddenly a loud hiss and I felt a tremendous sting … deep, intense pain… it radiated instantly throughout my body and went straight to my cock, which started to harden … I loved the pain, welcomed it, because it was being inflicted by this stunning, cruel dominatrix … again and again the whip hissed, snapping against my back, punctuated by Goddess Ezada’s heavy breathing and laughter. My body snapped each time she applied her merciless whip … Goddess Ezada worked herself into a trance-like frenzy, hooked on punishing me. Her magnificent body grew moist with perspiration and excitement…She rhythmically snapped the whip against me for minutes on end … she smiled and moaned as my body jumped with each lash: “You should see your back, Slave Marco … streaked with long, angry welts, some very deep … Do you like the sting of my whip?

Do you like how your Goddess’s legs tense as I snap it against you and slowly destroy you? Look how seductively my gloved hand wraps around the handle, as I grip it so tightly. It’s all part of my plan to soften you up before I kill you. Before I’m through, you will welcome

“Pppppleazzzze …”

Before I could finish the sentence she began whipping my naked ass with the whip—I yelped in pain and she smiled as my legs buckled, her eyes wide and bright with power—she continued to circle my helpless body and whip me, moaning with pleasure as my ass grew red and swollen…soon I became dull to the pain of each blow…my yelps and screams reduced to moans as I grew woozy from the whipping…I couldn’t help praying for ejaculation as I saw her powerful legs in those leather boots … her nipples stiff beneath the leather corset as she administered each blow…she strode around me, alternating between my ass and back, making me writhe in pain and whimper…she breathed harder and harder and I smelled her juices, which were flowing from the thrill of punishing me…

She stopped as I moaned, my body hanging limply. “You should see the marks on your pathetic body, Slave Marco—all because of me, all made possible by your almighty Goddess Ezada Sinn. God, this work is making me so very thirsty.”

She returned with a glass of cold water … I was dying of thirst – and drank it before me, laughing at my tongue licking my lips in anticipation for just a sip. She didn’t give me a drop. Instead, slowly, seductively, she ran her gloved hands over my whip cuts, purring as she did so: “Does the leather feel cool and soothing as I run my hands over your wounds? Hmmmmm?”

She stopped and picked up the whip – then she stroked the underside of my stiff cock with the handle until it began to weep pre-cum.

“Ahhhhh, now I will let you experience your final ejaculation…I want you to cum just once more before I take your life.” She stroked me slowly, staring into my eyes … I pleaded with her to let me live: “I have a family … please, please…” But she just laughed loudly and stroked … and stroked … and stroked … and finally my cock stiffened and spasmed, shooting my cum to the floor in white spurts … my jiz splattered harmlessly…she cooed and stepped on the small white puddles with her deadly boots as my cock continued to drool.

“And now, my sweet victim, it is time for you to die.” She dropped the whip to the floor … the handle wet with some of my spent cum… and slowly stroked my face and head with her leather gloves. “Do you know what I am going to do with these gloved hands, slave? I am going to slowly, deliciously, strangle you to death with them.”

And so she began … seductively applying pressure to my neck …tighter and tighter, her eyes glowing with pleasure and power:

”Mmmmmmm, I have choked slaves many times, even into unconsciousness, but I always stopped short of killing them. I always wondered what the feeling would be like to take it all the way … to watch the light go out of their eyes as they gag desperately to live.”

She squeezed, laughing and smiling as I choked … ‘please stop,’ I thought, ‘please, please don’t kill me,’ I tried to speak, but couldn’t … I felt myself fading, but my cock was getting rock hard … her strangling of me was stimulating me, arouSinng me…She saw it and laughed:

“Well well … look at this! The slave is aroused by his Goddess killing him! I love it! I adore it!”

Squeezing and squeezing, her thumbs pushing into my throat…I could feel the life going out of me as my eyes bulged and she could feel the power courSinng through her fingers…she then alternated her hands, placing one gloved hand over my nose and mouth to suffocate, while continuing to squeeze my throat with the other hand. But then

Goddess Ezada Sinn had a thought: No one knew I was here and the Syndicate assumed that I was dead. But the entertainment and excitement of punishing me so cruelly was addicting. Perhaps, she thought, I should spare him for a while and have more fun with him… experiment on him like never before … commit such evil, pervertedacts on him to drive me to new heights of pleasure and excitement…

To be continued?”

10 06 2015

Patent leather boots worship by devotee r

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“(This piece is inspired by a piece written by Mistress Ezada in November 2014.)

If the male emblem or slave is lucky enough to find himself prostrated before the throne of his dominant Goddess and owner he should know the correct etiquette in how to correctly worship her boots, as he will most likely be ordered to prove his worth and dedication by a prolonged bout of boot worship at some stage. This could last anywhere from five minutes to up to a few hours depending on the mood of the Goddess or if she is engrossed in a good book or TV show.

The male slave, naked except for chasity device, collar and hood, in waiting position before the throne of his Stapana, hands pointing upwards. He is finally told he may raise his head and then given the command to ‘Worship my boots slave’, this is accompanied by a pointed finger from his Stapana’s magnificent hand. She may also yank on her mini ball leash from time to time to give her slave direction or to remind him his genitals belong to her completely.

There are few more glorious sights than gazing up from your subservient position to gaze upon the power and beauty of Mistress Ezada resident on her throne. She is a Domme Queen, this is where she belongs. You her slave belong at her feet. Her patent leather thigh high boots gleam in the half light just crying out to be worshipped, her beautiful legs crossed, the toe of the boot within licking distance yet tantalisingly out of reach. Your slavish mouth waters at the thought of the taste of her boot mixed with your own saliva and the submissive act of actually running Your tongue along her boot. This implies She is your superior, your owner, She thinks you only worthy to kneel and lick Her boots. And you humiliate yourself by doing so, but also knowing it is where You belong, at her feet.

A tug by your Stapana on your ball sack reminds you of the task at hand and you proceed to set to work. Your slave tongue is not for talking anymore, as you are hardly to allowed to speak at all unless absolutely necessary. Your tongue is now used purely for licking, the floor where she has just walked , Her royal ass, Her strapon and in this instance her magnificent thigh high boots.

The boot worship ritual can cement close bonds between a Mistress and Her slave and it is to be taken very seriously. The supplicant not giving the process the significance it deserves may be banned forever from the foot of the Goddess and in turn Her royal court.

The boot may be divided into distinct areas that are approached differently. There is the tip or toe, the heel and the sole, not forgetting the main body of the boot and of course the calf, knee and thigh areas.

Some Dominas think it presumptuous if a slave licks above the boot or knee area without being ordered to do so, so we will concentrate on the foot area itself.

The Heel. The slave firstly kisses the heel showing it the respect it deserves as it is sharp and at any time it may inflict significant pain on the compliants body either by walking across his stomach and chest or by being ground into his cock or scrotum. Next he must lick the heel clean, long reverent strokes of the tongue proving that he is willing to lick the dirt off the stiletto of his Goddess. He may even lick the floor where her heel touches it to symbolise him licking the ‘very ground She walks on’. Next any proper slave knows he must show correct attention to the sucking of the heel, this proves his mouth belongs to his Lady to do with as She sees fit and it displays his willingness to further humiliate himself in Her presence. He must suck on the heel as if it was his Stapanas strapon thrust deep into his throat, that is the level of devotion required.

Next the tip or toe. First tentatively kiss the toe of the boot with slow deliberately placed kisses. This symbolise the slaves willingness to kneel and place himself at the very foot of the Goddess. After this display of submission he must next take the toe Into his slave mouth and suck it, similar to the heel suck but with the advantage that the slave has the honour of looking up at his Stapana as he diligently and methodically sucks on the toe of her thigh high boot. The power She feels as She looks down on Her property worshipping Her in this way, knowing that his pleading and glazed eyes convey what She already knows, that he worships Her as a living Goddess and She owns him body and soul to do with as She pleases. The slave may also return a little later to lick his own mess off the toe if his Domina grants him the favour of release.

Next the slave must kiss and lick around the boot from the toe to the heel on both sides. Long dog like tongue strokes are required and the Domme may spice up proceedings by leaning in and adding Her own divine spit to the boot. The slave then has the double pleasure of tasting the saliva of the Woman who owns him and knowing he us going a stellar job of polishing the boot with his tongue. Many Mistreses have also stated that the sensation of the slaves tireless forever licking tongue is pleasurable through the leather of the boot and also reinforces the fact to both of them that he is at Her feet licking Her boots thus he is Her chattel and property.

Lastly to my favourite part, where the slave gets to lick the sole of His Stapanas boot. With a slight raising of the boot the slave knows it is now his duty to lick her soles spotless, he must consume any dirt if need be, all the time gazing up at his Goddess in rapt adoration at Her sublime beauty and magnificence. Again this is deeply symbolic as the devotee is licking the filthy dirt off the soles of Her boots. Here the slave abandons all self respect and debases himself to give Her amusement and pleasure, his tongue growing dry from the exertion. Again if lucky, more spit may be supplied for the wretched slave from the glorious mouth of his Mistress.

Now exhausted, tongue mind and body, and before the slave is dismissed and once again assumes the waiting position, all slaves are required to compose and utter a prayer of thanks to their Stapana. This often sees the submissive at his most vulnerable as he has to articulate and voice his inner world to His owner and trainer. This is usually in the form of an oath or prayer declaring his undying adoration and loyalty to his Mistress. This is an very important tender part of the whole ritual and ensures that Mistress Ezada and any slave understand each other and can continue on their joyous journey of discovery together, further into the light of female superiority and the femdom universe.”

03 06 2015

The Ultimate Act of Sinn by Marco

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Fantasy written by My fan Marco

“I knelt before Lady Ezada Sinn, helpless and naked. She was absolutely amazing. She was dressed in her fetish best—a tightly-cinched black corset, black seamed stockings with garter straps, sky-high heels, and long, black, elbow-length gloves with a large jeweled ring on her forefinger. She reminded me of an evil Queen—Lady Macbeth or the Queen who tried to murder Snow White. Incredible, powerful sensuality, with a deadly look in her rouged, hypnotic eyes. I fixated on the thought of her executing me—preferably by strangling me. I had begged her to pretend to kill me and had traveled all the way to Romania for the experience.

“Please, Goddess Ezada, will you strangle me with your gloved hands…will you pretend to kill me…please…please!!”

“Ohhhhhh, my dear pet, of course I will. But first you have to pay a price to your Fetish Queen. Look at me, slave. Have you ever seen such an incredible combination of beauty, sensuality, and perversity? I love the way these stockings feel on my legs—the wishing sound they make when I rub them. I so love the bizarre…you must submit to enslavement and degradation at my beautiful hands. I have such twisted plans for you—HaHaHaHaHa! Now follow me—on your hands I crawled behind her, admiring her height and her power in those heels and the way her ass swayed. She led me to a well-lit room with a full- length mirror. There was a chair in front of the mirror. She ordered me to sit. I was shivering—but excited.

“Mmmmmmm, look at your cock swelling already.” She began stroking it with her heel, rubbing it up and down the bulging veins in my cock. “I want to see your worthless cock weeping pre-cum. I know how to coax it out of my slaves.” Soon I gave in to the sensations and my pre-cum began to ooze…”Please, Goddess Ezada, please let me cum…When are you going to strangle me? I came all the way from America-it is all I have thought about.”

“Awwwww, tsk, tsk, my American slave is so desperate. But not right away…I want to have some fun first. I want you to adore me in the most bizarre way…starting with my perfect ass. And I want to observe everything I do to you in my mirror.” She walked around me so I could drink her in…her black fishnet stockings, her garter straps, her black corset—so intoxicating. Now I could see that she wore matching black thong panties, exposing her naked ass and pussy. She licked her full red lips and they glistened in anticipation. She turned her amazing, beautiful ass toward me, moving her black thong to one side, spreading her cheeks and pushing her moist crack into my face as the garter suspenders bit into her flesh…my cock wanted to explode…”Now lick and kiss my ass…bury your tongue deep…lick the inside of my divine ass clean. Make sure you tongue my beautiful ass pucker.” I did as she commanded, licking and kissing, pushing my tongue in so deep…it smelled and tasted so funky and strong…What a sensation it was feeling the texture of her asshole…

”Do you like my fragrant ass? Would you like to be my living toilet paper? It’s so energizing how I can use my beauty to debase and degrade another human being.” I nodded my head as she pushed my face even deeper into her ass…I was having trouble breathing, but I was never so aroused and I wanted to cum so desperately…

Mistress Ezada removed my head from her ass and ordered me to sit in the chair. My cock was coated with moist pre-cum and I wanted release so desperately. Her ass scent was embedded in my brain. She circled me, smiling…she was so cruel and omnipotent. “When I first read your email begging me to “pretend” to kill you I was hesitant. After all, this could be very risky…but the thought of how it would feel to take someone to the brink of death…I just couldn’t resist.” She stared into my eyes with her hypnotic gaze…

“Do you want to cum for me, slave Marco?”

“Yes, Goddess Ezada!”

“Do you want to suffer for your Fetish Queen?

“Yes, Goddess Ezada!”

“Do you want to die for me?”

Yes, yes, Goddess Lady Ezada, oh, please…please…kill me!!”

Then Fetish Goddess Ezada sat on my lap and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. “Would you like to taste my spit, you worthless slave? Now you can quench your thirst with my saliva.” The Goddess laughed lout loud, grinding her ass into my swollen cock. “Open your mouth wide, slave!” I did as I was told…I could see Goddess Ezada working up a load of spit…then she stood up and positioned her beautiful, full, wet mouth above mine…she opened her mouth slightly and drooled out gorgeous ropes of spit, hitting the back of my throat…I gulped it greedily…I felt so privileged to be consuming the spit of my Fetish Goddess, Mistress Ezada.

This went on for a few minutes…I enjoyed the addicting taste so much as well as the feeling of my free will and dignity being disintegrated by such a stunning, world-class fetish dominatrix.

Then Goddess Ezada began caressing me with her black gloves, making sure to rake my face with her large ring. “Do you like my

gloves, slave? They are black satin…so smooth and warm. Look how they go all the way up over my elbows. Can you see my beautiful nails through the material?” As she finished smoothing the gloves, she ground her ass into my cock, making me want to cum again. “Don’t I look devastating in these gloves? Do you know what I’m going to do with these gloved hands, my sweet slave?”

“Please, please, please…strangle me with them! Kill me with them!”

“Your Divine Fetish Queen will now grant your wish.” Goddess Ezada slowly squeezed her fingers around my vulnerable neck…pressing tighter and tighter…I could feel her growing wet from the excitement as she breathed heavily…her hypnotic eyes were so alive as I gasped and gagged and my own eyes widened in desperation…As I felt about to pass out she would loosen her grip, sadistically allowing me to regain my senses…then she applied her death grip again…and again…and again…She actually laughed at my suffering: ”Ohhhhhhhh…I can actually feel the power flowing through my fingers as I choke the life out of you…what an indescribable rush!”

I gasped and gagged, reflexively trying to pry her hands loose but it was useless…she smiled widely and tilted her head, fascinated and aroused by how my body was reacting…I could smell her excitement at the prospect of finishing me…”I may actually strangle you to death, you worthless slave…no “pretending”…you are about to get your secret wish!” Goddess Ezada pressed her thumbs into my carotid artery and I saw stars, gasping and gagging and spitting…I panicked because she was really going to commit murder—my murder. I struggled at first but I felt myself going under…slowly fading…giving in to her…”Mmmmm, I want you to cum as you lose consciousness…can you feel your brain starving for blood as I squeeze your carotid artery? Are your lungs burning from lack of oxygen?” She laughed at how pathetic and helpless I was. “Look how your eyes stare…the life slowly going I could feel her wetness growing…white light…my eyes fluttering…my tongue dangling, which she mocked by sticking out her own tongue and licking my face as I struggled. My body went into spasms as she mercilessly squeezed harder…I heard her moaning with pleasure as my skin turned red then blue, and my arms and hands dropped limply by my sides…She watched in the mirror, in love with her image and her almighty power, rubbing my slimy hard cock with her ass.

She continued to squeeze and I felt myself about to cum…autoerotic asphyxiation, brought on by the most powerful and beautiful fetish mistress and goddess…She laughed as she felt my cock spasm under her, ejaculating my warm cum as I passed out. But then

she wondered—should she really finish me off? She had such a willing slave at her command…a slave she could use as human toilet

paper…force to drink her golden nectar…and, yes, command to lick the cum from her divine body…or perhaps suffocate with a plastic bag…Perhaps do all this in front of a live audience! Indeed, Goddess and Mistress Ezada Sinn had more ideas on how to degrade and enslave me—what…would…she…do?

To be continued?”

10 05 2015

The oath of lifelong submission

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i kneel before Your throne in total submission and surrender. i acknowledge Your absolute supremacy as a Woman and Your right to own and use male slaves for Your comfort, amusement and pleasure. You have collared me as Your property, Your prisoner and Your slave. You have locked me in chastity and are the sole key holder of my manhood.

You control my body, You dominate my mind, You rule my soul. Resistance to Your will is futile. Escape from Your absolute power is impossible. The ever-present threat of Your whip keeps me in a permanent state of fear and awe of You.

Therefore, Supreme Goddess Ezada, i bow to the inevitability of my total slavery to You. (lies flat, face down, arms and legs spread wide) Now, as a lie totally prostrate before Your Majesty, i pledge to You what is already Yours by the right of conquest and of Female Supremacy, and give You this my solemn and sacred oath, that

I will serve You alone (kiss boot),
that I will obey Your every command without hesitation or question (kiss boot), that i will worship only You as my Ruler and my Goddess (kiss boot).

i live and breathe only through Your mercy, and the sole purpose of my existence is to suffer and serve for Your pleasure.
This is my solemn and irrevocable oath of lifelong submission, from which You alone, my Goddess, can release me.
(slave turns onto his back in transverse doormat position and Goddess places one boot on his manhood and one boot on his face).

“My slave, i have taken Your submission and will use it as i alone choose. you are Mine alone, forever beneath My boots. Now You will clean the sole of My boot with Your tongue. Let me feel Your total submission. Clean, slave !!)

05 04 2015

The hard test!

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Between May 13-17, 2015, I will be in Berlin, Avalon Rezidenz, with Madame Caramel, Fetish Liza and Governess Painless. If you want to be one of the slaves serving Us there, fill in the contact form: short or long slave training sessions, overnight imprisonment possible. 100% female supremacy!

“I made a dream or it’s just what will happen to me…

Last night, I was dreaming at my future night in the cell of Avalon Residenz.

Before going to sleep, my Mistress with Madame Caramel & Mistress Liza said good night slaves, sleep well, and they leave the underground by laughing. The light was switch off and I start to be in total obscurity. Few minutes after, I heard the heels of my Mistress on the cold ground. She opens the door of my cell. She was wearing a big bucket full of water and ice. She splashed me from head to toe. Then She took care of watering the entire cell, especially the small mattress that I had available. She put my leash around my collar and I follow her until the entrance of the dungeon. It was difficult to walk on all fours because I have my hands handcuffed in my back. In front of the main door, My Goddess looked into my eyes and I could read a sadistic smile on this lips. She is so awesome when she does it. She said:

“You will wait Your Goddess out, in the cold. You will dry out”.

She opens a little bit the electric roller, just to have the space to walk below in all fours.

“On the middle of the yard, inspection position.”

Then She closed the door. This position was the most difficult because I was on my knees on the concrete floor and I was exposed to the strong wind Berlin had this night. I was completely wet and the outside temperature was around 10°C, with the cold wind I felt around 3-4°C. The time was so long for me that I can’t stay in the “Inspection position”. Due to the cold, I have the goose-flesh so quickly and to limit the cold feeling, I stay like a fetus. I don’t know how many time I stayed here. But I was anxious that my Mistress will never come back.

Suddenly, strong lights were switched on. I heard the Mistress arriving. When Mistress Ezada opened the door, She was surprised to see me in this position. She said instantly:

“back into right positon, useless slave”.

She comes back 2 minutes later with Domina Liza and Madame Caramel. Domina Liza holds in her right hand a single Tail, Madame Caramel a Bullwhip and my Mistress, a Dog whip with a metal end. They force me to go up and linked me to the fence on the river. The three Mistress was wearing leather from Head to Toe and They were so impressive that I was speechless and terrified. My Mistress said with an incredible ton of voice :

“you are not able to support this cold weather, so we will whip you extremely hard until you are not able to feel cold on your skin… and shut up. We want to enjoy the sound of our whip on your pathetic body”

They start to whip my back, my ass, my legs during 5 minutes. My Mistress gave me the hardest strokes. I felt that my back was already bloody. I can resist only few minutes before I start to cry. My Empress comes and She pulled my head back strongly so that I watch Her sadistic mood .

“you could cry as long as you want, we are no mercy tonight, piece of shit”. And she spit in my face a huge load of Her saliva. Then she pulled down, against the fence, my head. She gave me 10 strokes full of force. I am sure that it was possible to see the mark of her 10 whip lashes 1 month later. I fell down on the ground to ask mercy, but Madame Caramel and Domina Liza continues the whipping with 10 strokes from each hand. Then My Mistress wants to whip my chest with 10 strokes very well located. I was full of tears in my eyes.

Then Madame Caramel and Domina Liza leave the Yard without any glance toward me and my Mistress lead me very quickly (so it was not possible to follow her pace) inside. I receive hard kick in my ass to go until my cell.

She said: “don’t disappoint me again slave, ai inteles!”

“I want you on waiting position under your bed on the wet floor the whole night. I can come back at each time. Then She leaves the room by spitting on me.”

It was around 2 A.M I was so afraid to fail again at my Mistress wishes, so I don’t sleep at all during 5 hours. It was clearly impossible to stay like that in the puddles on the floor and in this uncomfortable position. So I start to fall asleep around 8 A.M Unfortunately, 10 minutes later, my Mistress arrives and She discovers me. She wakes me up by stepping on me. She pulls me off the cell and just after, she took off her beautiful but terrible black belt She wore on Her leather pants. Then She starts to apply it on my back. It was horrible. The pain from the yesterday whipping was always present and I didn’t know how I was able to support more than 2-3 lashes. Moreover She kicked me everywhere: in my balls, my chest, my ass, my back, in my ribs… I don’t know but maybe 1, 2 of my ribs was cracked. I was on the verge of passing out, I stayed on the ground completely broken. My Goddess pulls me by my hear until the “Mysterious and black hole”.

I just look Her and She Said : “IN!”

I didn’t remember how I was able to go inside because I have so much pain even to drag myself on the ground. She closes the roof and said :

“you are nothing, not good enough to be one of My slave! You will stay the next 24H here without any food and drink, is that clear piece of shit?”.

Mentally, I was on the way to collapse. Why my Mistress push my limits so far? Does She want to keep me under Her Power? I am not strong enough for Her? Why I accept to live this extreme Femdom camp? Didn’t I deserve to be collared by my Goddess?

1 day later. She comes with Madame Caramel and Domina Liza. She looks in a strong mood. She asked me :

“How are you, poor slave? Are you hungry, thirsty? “

I haven’t eat and drink something since more than 32 hours.

“Yes” with a very small voice I answered.

My ladies friends will feed You. “ Are you aware about the honor you have?”

“Yes Goddess”

Madame Caramel and Domina Liza piss and shit over me. To be honest, I just have the chance to taste a little bit the caviar of my Empress. It’s not my fantasy, but it’s the most intimate reward from your Goddess. Moreover I never eat a huge quantity of Mistresses’ caviar. And I thought that I will do it only with my Owner. My Mistress Said: “thanks us and Pofta Buna!”.

Then They leave me there in the hole covering of shit and pee. Even if I was not willing to eat the caviar, I have no choice. It was a need, a real need this time. It was very difficult but I eat and drink everything. 12 Hours later, so at the end of the Slave camp, Mistress Ezada comes. She opens the roof of the hole.

“you are so dirty, Out” She said.

I follow Her, stand up to go out. She took the garden hose and she started to wash me. It was cold water, but I don’t feel really the cold on my body, now. Then we went inside and she led me in the Toilet room. Now slave, You will enjoy your dinner: She offered me Her divine nectar and Caviar. It was so good. When I finished, I wash my mouth and thank Her by kissing Her boots. She looks into my eyes and said:

“I am proud of you, My slave. you belong to Me forever. I will push Your limits again and again.”

I was broken, tired, humiliated but I was so happy to be at her feets, here. And now with Her most beautiful smile, She said :

“I am going to whip You for My fun”.

I never had so much pleasure to be whipped sensually by my Mistress. She is unique, wonderful and divine. I love my Goddess and it will be never otherwise.

purcelus, property of Mistress Ezada”

Fantasy written by My slave purcelus

14 03 2015

The punishment – part 2 – For ever

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FOR EVER

(one should never say forever?)

After my first stay in the cage designed by Sardax, for many weeks I received no message from my beloved Mistress, and I did not dare write HER. I was so afraid to importune HER ! Had SHE forgiven me ? Was I worthy to merit her pardon ?

***

Then I received this message :

“medor, I will see you again only if you accept to be My slave, really My slave, day and night, for ever. I want you to be Mine, really Mine, totally Mine, your

body, your heart and soul, and all your belongings. Of course you would live with me in Romania… If you accept to be My slave, I will see you soon. If you

refuse, I will never see you again !”

It was a shock, a great shock in my mind ! Very often I had dreamed to be a slave, HER slave. But theoretically, for fun, not in the real life. And now, it might

become reality !

I needed one week to take a decision. I had no problem with my job, till I’m retired. It would be easy to ask the Pension fund to send my pension in a bank

in Bucharest…

But it was not the same with my family : my son, my daughter, my two granddaughters (5 years and 1 year). I did not wanted to “cut ties”, to “cut bridges”

with them (as we say in French). I had to maintain such a precious relationship.

So I had the idea of a testing period, a probation, and answered :

“Mistress EZADA, I accept your proposal, and thank YOU, as I know it’s a great honour. You know how much I need YOU. How much I desire to be really your

slave. I beg YOU only to enact a testing period of three months. After this period, YOU would tell me if YOU accept me definitely as a slave, and I shall tell

YOU if I accept to be your slave, if I can be your slave for ever.”

I received immediately this answer :

“I don’t need any testing period, as I know you well. So you have three days to make a decision. On Thursday evening, if I have received a negative answer

or no answer, I shall never see you again.”

***

Those three days were horrible. I changed my mind ten times. On one side loneliness, absence, never see HER again. On the other side deprivation, always

obedience, punishments, may be whippings…

Finally I reminded what Mistress had told me about many guys who wanted to become her slave 24/7. SHE had always refused without hesitation, because it

would be a financial charge for Her, it would take a lot of time to take care, and probably after a while SHE would not like those men who ask to become her

permanent slaves without knowing Her in person first.

So her proposal was a great honour ! I dare say it was a great proof of affection… I dare say of love… the kind of love a Mistress could feel for her slave !

I could not refuse that kind of proposal from a Mistress I adore so much. I t would be stupid. It was impossible ! I will tell my children that I’m going to buy

a house somewhere in Romania, probably at the foot of the mountains northwest of Bucharest, and that I shall live there some time every year … let us say

a few weeks every year. But we will keep in touch by email, by phone, or by SKIPE…

So I shall be able to buy the beautiful house we visited last year at the foot of the Southern Carpathians. A dream!

This house has the right style: a temple dedicated to my Goddess! The renovations should be extremely important. But I shall be her slave for good, and if

my Stapana (1) decides so, I could spend most of my time improving gradually the house. I shall be helped by one or two maneuvers ; I have already a good

experience of this kind of work; and I like it!

Of course, my beloved Stapana will come regularly to reward me if we have worked well, and / or to punish me deliciously if the work is not moving fast

enough …

So I wrote to Mistress EZADA :

“I accept to be your slave day and night, for ever. From now I shall always do what YOU want, and only what You want. And I shall be happy to serve YOU as

well as I can, for ever. I beg YOU only to leave me in touch , by email or by phone, with my children.”

Then I received a very short message :

“Tomorrow, on February the 18th, I shall send my personal slave at Bucharest airport, at 16 H 15. Be there.”

The next day at the airport, I was pleasantly surprised to see Mr sS along with my beloved Mistress. She was wearing a long black leather coat.

I was allowed to kiss her hand. She smiled and simply ordered :

“Follow me.”

* * *

My first day of slavery. Total darkness. As I cannot stand up, I must stay kneeling… I have been naughty, already , and Mistress decided I should stay in the

cage for one hour. Again the cage ! Now, at last, I hear the noise of her boots in the corridor…

– NDLR : Stapana means “mistress” en Romanian