Distance training can be very fulfilling, having a male do everything I wish despite the distance is very arousing. I use them to fulfil My fantasies, like My Australian slave. I had fantasised about having a slave suck cock for Me on Skype, he was just perfect for it. I knew he wanted it too, but I could tell he was scared. I decided to take My time, I wanted it to be perfect and didn’t want to scare him off.
First I had to make him feel slutty. It was so much fun making him dress in pink lingerie, and put on whorish makeup. Making him perform a lap dance for Me on Skype was very humiliating for him and so arousing for Me. Seeing he was locked in his little chastity cage made Me even more aroused.
After a few lap dances I could tell he was beginning to enjoy it, on his way to becoming the slut I wanted. Time for the cock sucking training. My slut in training had to buy bananas, he wasn’t told why but he suspected. From the size of the bananas, I knew I had found myself a real slut. The first time would be on Skype for Me, I enjoyed watching him struggle. Gagging on the banana, marking it with his teeth. Not so good, but he would get better with training. I ordered him to send pictures and videos of his training, so much fun to see his progress.
After a month it was time to see his progress on Skype. I had him put bright red lipstick on, giving him pouty cock sucking lips. He had to kiss the whole length of the banana, lick the tip, then take the banana slowly between his red cock sucking lips. With the banana about halfway in he starts gagging, I instruct him to slowly remove the banana and try again. After a few attempts he swallows the whole thing, so arousing seeing his big red lips slowly engulf the entire thing. I make him bob up and down on the banana and moan so I knew he was enjoying it. I loved hearing him gag as it hit the back of his throat. he held up the banana for Me to inspect and there were no teeth marks, he was ready.
For the real thing I decided to use a professional escort rather than a random stranger. My slut was nervous and his safety is important. W/we both felt that this would be safer and they would have seen and understand all kinks. I found a company called Dirty Playbook and visited their website dirtyplaybook.com.au/. Finding the gay section, I looked over the pictures searching for the right specimen. There he was, just perfect, athletic, toned, shaved, pretty face and seemingly taller than My slut. Though I could not see it, from the bulge it appeared he had a nice big cock.
Contact was made, I explained to him what I desired. he understood everything, this really was going to be perfect, and I set a date for the event.
The day arrived, I had My slave log on to Skype and set up the camera in a convenient position for Me. I decided to have him dress very slutty, big fake boobs, tight short latex dress (slave’s idea, I knew he was a real slut). Next was the lipstick, giving him bright red cock sucking lips. I had him bend over, shake and smack his little ass for Me, I was really getting into the mood.
A knock on the door: show time. My slut answered the door VERY nervously. The guy walked in and he was exactly as the pictures showed. Now I was really getting aroused, having My property debase themselves for Me is so so exciting. To get everyone in the mood, My slut had to perform a lap dance. Oh how much fun to see his humiliation as he moved his slutty ass.
Time for the main event, slut looked so reluctant as he knelt down in front of the cock. I knew he wanted it really and he knew I wanted it. All he had to do was what I had trained him to do. he reluctantly started to kiss it, his face looking very flushed. As he licked the tip I could tell he was starting to enjoy it, maybe even eager. Wrapping his lips around it and slowly moving his mouth up and down. Gag gag gag, what a wonderful sound. I was getting very aroused by the show, I just had to get my magic wand, why should My slut have all the fun?? Seeing his head bob up and down the length of the cock made Me very wet. My slut was really enjoying this now, I could see from his chastity device. And the culmination, when the guy took the condom off and covered My slut’s face in a thick layer of cum – that was priceless.
As we talked afterwards, My slave admitted how much he enjoyed the experience. As for Me……I can’t wait to do it again, but should it be this slut or another newbie?
At the beginning of June 2016 I visited Prague again, on My way back from the OWK. I couldn’t miss the opportunity to meet “the boy” that made a strong impression on Me several years ago. Such a well behaved, educated young boy!
This time I wanted more than just a stroll in the city and a long chat. This time I wanted to try My discipline methods on him. And below you can read the story that he wrote, at My request, after our last meeting. Pictures were taken with My phone, during the meeting.
Now I could say that My huge interest in orgasm control was partly due to him – if long term chastity helped this young boy behave so well, I can probably use it on all My slaves. And I was right!
“First time i met Doamma Sinn years ago. Those times She was not world famous Mistress yet and She visited Prague with Her friend after a OWK visit. She was not looking for any slave, both Ladies just wanted to meet someone who would show Them the city and would be a gallant behaved guide. The meeting was remarkable, we split late night after several hours of a such interesting discussion about topics of D/s, etiquette, female supremacy and traditional discipline. Femdom from a little bit different perspective than most of people know Doamma Sinn now. If i write a few words like „A guide to the correction of young gentleman“ or „Governess magazine“ some of you will perhaps know…
From this very first meeting we have been in touch. So it was nice to hear She will spend some time in a town and She will like to see me again. This time, not just a guide, but as a proper behaved submissive boy who would deserve some discipline. I’ve got instructions how to be exactly dressed – She insisted on boyish short trousers, kneesocks and shirt with properly tied bowtie. i don’t need to add i had to be locked in a chastity belt. Moreover i had to bring heavy wooden humbler, heavy wooden ruler, two brushes, menhol and camphor ointments and last but not least piece of a ginger…
When i came to Her apartment i was deeply affected how She is elegant and beautiful. She was dressed into elegant conservative business shirt neatly tucked into black pencil skirt. She wore black stockings and black high heels. She had red lipstick and red fingernails, perfect make up and Her hair was tied back. An archetype of a confident and successful Woman.
i was allowed to kneel in front Her and kiss Her hand and immediately pass the keys of my chastity device to Her. She knew i was kept in chastity for several moths before this meeting, but first of all She checked my dress code. She explained me, how She treats slaves, but She has high standards and strict rules for young boys like me too. Boys, she believes should remain chaste, behaved and completely innocent. Boys who should be kept away from a submissive lust and perversity. Boys who should be disciplined under traditional and old fashioned rules. During Her speech i had to lower my eyes and keep my hand over my head. She stood just a few inches in front of me, i felt Her perfume and even Her breath. Her voice was calm and rigorous. She held wooden ruler in Her hand and She checked all my clothes thoroughly. If my bowtie is tied neatly, if my kneesocks are lenght enough and if my shorts are short enough. Sadly this was something i had not pass. She explained me, She insists young disciplined boys should wear much shorter trousers to be clearly visible, they are under a strict discipline. Which brings me to the next.
She put A4 paper with a writing „i keep discipline“ around my chest and i had to wear it for the rest of our meeting.
Then She removed my trousers and checked my underwear. i don’t need to write that after all months in chastity, i felt quite uneasy locked in a tight chastity device. She proceeded formally and methodically while totally ignoring my humiliation. Without any problem She removed my underwear to check my protective sack i had to wear over my chastity device. She found this simple piece of cloth highly useful and effective to protect underwear from any stains and dribs. i had to still remain in position with my hands over my head. She grabbed my testicles under the cloth with Her hand and painfully squeezed them. With a calm voice, She told me, She will remove protective sack, She will unlock my chastity device and She will check my little willy. Then She added, She expect – as i am young boy who knows how to behave in front of a Lady – to keep my willy flaccid and if not She will deal with it. And moreover, while removing chastity device, i will be put into a humbler, with my testicles tighted enough to feel discomfort they deserve. And with these words She began to unlock…”
Boy was forced to admit all his mistakes and be disciplined accordingly: spanked with the bare hand and the ruler. Fresh ginger was put in his ass and because the little willy became harder in a very inappropriate way – an abrasive brush was used for punishment. Followed by some extra minty toothpaste and camphor cream. And because boy kept addressing Me in a way that I didn’t like, he got a homework – writing My name by hand 100 times.
My American collared slave sit is visiting Me. This is written by him, right after I used him one evening. Oh, how I love the way he is serving Me…
“my chest is still wet from Goddess Ezada’s spit, so too is the raging cock inside Her metal cage. My entire front side body; head, neck, chest, torso, pelvis, arms and legs are damp moist from an unadulterated dousing of Goddess’s sacred champagne.
Out of nowhere She, suddenly dragged me from Her living room into Her bedroom. With Her the tables turn fast, conversation one moment before, then shockingly the next i am on my knees worshiping Her pungent and gamy pantyhose. The entire day of Her toils seeps out through the shear and shimmering nylon. Still, Goddess Ezada is no where near satisfied with such humdrum adoration. i am ordered to strip quickly naked and placed into “doormat” position on the rug before Her.
Goddess towers above me, now naked from dress down. The room is dimly lit by a singular red lamp, softly accented with the leverage of blood. There is no choice or weight of decision on my part here, i am Her disposed toy, a mere object for Her pleasure. Without warning white thick drops start to fall from above.
Her spit rains down on my forehead, into my mouth, onto my chest, and belly button. She slathers it around, Her sacred saliva clings to my naked skin. Its taste bares focus of Her day, Her lunch, Her dinner, Her coffee, Her wine. The personality of Her split remains unique and utterly impressionable. She stands so far above me, in the darkened room, yet Her eyes burn into mine. Goddess takes to aim and moments later Her spit oozes into the vents of Her steel cased chastity. i feel it trickle down inside the steel, over the rigid shaft of Her imprisoned cock.
Goddess lurches violently forward, sitting absolutely square upon my face. sit’s tongue is commanded to seek and find Her holy rectum, Her sacred anus. i am being used as nothing more than Her personal bidet. Maybe this is training for what could occur next week? More than likely Goddess is just taking the pleasure She wants and so rightly deserves, right here, right now.
i am lost in the chocolate fragrance lodged inside Her puckered rim. i suck, and lick deeply for every morsel and anal odor i can muster. i am driven mad; you could kill me now with no regrets. Still, this ritual is far from finished. Without warning warm yellow liquid droplets drizzle down over my forehead, flushing clean my eyes. I am marked, and Goddess is now wildly laughing at my plight.
With only one, flat palm Goddess forcibly soils my entire stunned face. She quickly moves back further down my chest. Her golden champagne splashes freely against my heart and sternum. With positive glee Goddess smears Her nectar right and left across Her property’s torso. Her right hand tightly finishes by encompassing and forcibly squeezing my exposed throat. She rocks my head convincingly backwards, Her lips snarl; Her eyes widen as She perches inches above my soaked face.
In demonic cadence, She expounds.
“you belong to Me now.”
“I own you totally sit.”
“There is no other way.”
i am frozen unable to move as She lowers Herself slithering down Her prey’s body. Goddess hovers over Her prize chastity cage, opened only by the jeweled key strung round Her neck. The intent which She dominates me is laden with power like never before.
“This belongs to me.”
Her nectar no longer warm but torridly hot splashes down over the cage that brings Her joy of proprietorship. Goddess is not kind in touch as She rubs Her juices into her slave’s testicles and pubic skin. Still, the One who controls me is not satisfied and fulfilled yet. With animalistic rage and resolve She repeats every single marking again over my rigid prone frame. Simultaneously She laughs and sneers, all the while She’s permanently etching Her name into my flesh and soul.
Goddess finishes standing over me, panting as heavily as i. The carpet around us is wet with Her discharge and Our/our sweat. Never before have i felt so owned, so taken, so possessed. She however appears elated and blissful. The roundness in Her eyes is wide, Her lips slightly open, and moist.
“slave, you will not rinse out your mouth nor shall you wash a single drop of Me off your body till I grant you permission tomorrow in the morning. Do you understand?”
i need no words to respond “Yes.” i am commanded to stand.
“I want you to write me a blog about this tonight while it is fresh in your mind.” Goddess hands me a soiled black cotton panty. This is the only garment you will wear till I give you permission to clean yourself. “Now leave my bedroom and get started My pet.”
It’s 3am, and Her property is sitting on the couch, typing, cold, semi-naked, emasculated and totally eviscerated. What started maybe as simple play has turned into a profound cast of Her Female dominance over my soul. i crawl into bed forever marked, forever changed.”
I took no pictures during the play but the pictures published on this post were taken durin sit’s visit.
Story written by My slave nuli, after meeting Me for the first time, in Dusseldorf. Pictures were taken with My phone, during the meeting.
“On July 16, the great time when i would be under Goddess Ezada’s direct control came. i had been so eagerly longing for the time that when the time was approaching, i got more and more nervous. Goddess Ezada had occupied fully my heart and mind, there was almost no space for anything else. Every morning just after i got up and every night just before i went to bed, i tortured my nipples for Goddess Ezada, expressing my worship for Her: “i worship You, Goddess Ezada. i belong to You.” Now i was in Her presence, so close to my Goddess, i really did not know how to behave and what to say to Her. Though i had seen so many Her clips and photos, and so many times each, still i was shocked greatly by Her beauty, charms and gentleness.
She picked me up from the railway station, and took me to the dungeon for me. On the way, She told me that i would be trained like a dog. After arrival in the dungeon, i was ordered to take off my clothes and shoes, then, She put a collar around my neck, and let me crawl into a cage. Now the two days’ training for me to be Her devoted slave began.
After a while, i heard the vigorous sound of high heels knocking on the tiles, Goddess Ezada thrust one of Her pretty feet in a brand new shining high heeled boot between the bars of the cage. “Kiss it!” i showered my kisses on Her boot. How many times i had dreamed of kissing Her miraculous feet either in shoes or boots, I could not tell, but now the dreams came true. i stopped kissing at Her word “enough!” Then i was ordered to crawl out of the cage and to Her throne where She was now sitting. Again i was allowed to kiss Her boot as the beginning of the ceremony to present my gifts to Her. i was so happy when She told me She was fond of them all.
Then i realized the key moment came, which would decide if She accept me to be Her slave or not. But i was so nervous and clumsy that even in the first test about if i kept Her instructions in mind, i forgot all the positions She had told me beforehand to practice and remember except for the first one—the waiting position. Several of my failures in the test caused the accumulation of whippings as punishment increasing to the number of 65. So i was led to the rack attached to the big bed in the sleeping room, with my hands fastened to the both ends of the crossbar of the rack. Goddess Ezada tried different types of whips on me. At first She flogged me, letting me count the number myself. When i counted to ten, i began to feel the sharp pain. But i saw Goddess Ezada waving Her flog in the mirror. Even when She was flogging hard, She had such a special beauty and elegancy, that my heart melted. Being flogged by such a miraculous beauty, i felt myself in the paradise. my heart was full of gratitude to Goddess Ezada, because the flogging She inflicted on me brought me closer to Her, not only physically but also spiritually. i love to be whipped by Her, no matter She used any kind of whips, some of which even bit into my skin and broke it, especially when the whippings landed on the same spot, just like salt spread on a wound. But i just wanted to express my gratitude to Goddess Ezada, this made me able to resist any pains and sufferings. i just eagerly felt like telling my Goddess: “Thank You, my Goddess Ezada!” and “i worship You, Goddess Ezada. i belong to You!” With these words, all my sufferings and pains were gone. my soul got sublimed. i realized that to be Her slave is the only bright way for me to take; that under Her control and whips, i can learn how to live for the Goddess i love wholeheartedly, how to be a useful, helpful and selfless gentleman, defying any difficulties and hardships in my life.
The whippings brought me especially spiritually closer to my Goddess Ezada. So the same day and the next day, i went through more sessions of whippings where Goddess Ezada increased Her strength and hurt more painfully, i felt them more tolerable just because i believed the fact that whippings please Goddess Ezada is not based on Her need of Her slaves’ pains and sufferings, but on Her divine love for Her slaves. Generally speaking, slaves only need know, to take pains and to suffer for the goddess they worship, would please her, it’s enough. They just try their best to prove that they really love and worship her, no matter how she treat them, and what costs they have to pay for the worship to their goddess. But i have further explored my relationship to Goddess Ezada, i found that no matter how She tortured me and how harsh and strict She was to me, She always cherished a divine love for me, to make me give up useless and surplus desire, desert selfishness and arrogance, pay more attention to my manners, always try to be a polite, modest, selfless gentleman, and respect women, especially respect and worship my Goddess obediently and unconditionally. i even miss to be whipped by my Goddess Ezada. Of course, i will not make mistakes on purpose so as to be punished with whippings just for the sake that they keep our relationship closer. But i will be ready to accept any punishment from Goddess Ezada, if i ever make any mistakes. For example, during the two days, i was so stupid not to have understood Her orders to keep me where i was. i just stayed where i was for a short while, then i thought of Her earlier order to have me go upstairs to take a shower, so i made the mistake of ignoring Her orders to keep me where i was, and saw Her changing clothes in the doorway. Immediately She got very angry, i knew my mistake, and felt very sorry for it, but i did not make any unnecessary explanation, just accepted the whippings willingly. By the way, while she was whipping, i found that my Goddess Ezada looked so beautiful, so fascinating, so sexy, even when She got very angry. i apologized in mind for my stupidity to have made such a stupid mistake, and offended my divine beautiful Goddess. This made me to be very attentive when listening to my Goddess’ words, and other people’s words as well.
In short, i found Goddess Ezada’s whippings on me mean so much for me. They left some marks on my back, especially on my hips. But by now, almost all of them have faded. But just as Goddess Ezada told me, “Marks will fade, but I will be in your mind.” Yes, Goddess Ezada will always be in my mind, and the marks of divine love left by Her will always stay in my heart. I worship You, my Goddess Ezada. I belong to You forever.
Dedicated to my deeply worshiped Goddess Ezada.
—Your humble slave nuli”
As evening begins on the final evening of FemDom Retreat, everyone gathers in the lounge. It is the slaves’ duty to entertain the Mistresses, and this evening the Mistresses have something special planned.
The first event sounds innocent enough, a game of Twister. How could that be anything other than innocent???? Well, for a start this will be naked slave Twister. Each Mistress is allocated one slave to direct. Lady Yna will be directing my movements. The game starts off relatively normal (all things considered) with directions to left hand red, right foot green etc. However, the Mistresses gradually introduce new twists on the game. Instructions are given which involve appendages going into all sorts of different places, soon i find myself feeling very uncomfortable. my comfort is irrelevant, the Mistresses pleasure is all that matters. Goddess asks me if i am enjoying myself, “not really” i reply shyly. Again this does not matter, i have no choice but to carry on for Their amusement. It is by doing something one doesn’t enjoy that one can prove one’s devotion to one’s Owner.
Soon i find myself with another first, i am directed to grab another slaves balls. The first time i have ever touched another males genitalia, i find this highly embarrassing and humiliating, Goddess and Lady Yna find it most amusing. As the game goes on, there are feet in mouths, feet on cocks, hands on cocks. Eventually it is like a pile of slaves. Despite my total discomfort, the Mistresses amusement is contagious and i cannot help but find myself beginning to enjoy the whole thing. Ultimately i begin to find enjoyment in the fact that Goddess and Her Friends are enjoying the whole event.
The game of Twister ends, but the entertainment does not. The next event is for me to do a solo dance, since i like to wag my tail for Goddess, i am to dance to “wiggle wiggle”. i am no showman, but here i am with no choice but to humiliate myself. i do my best, dance around and shake my ass for everyone’s amusement. All the while i find myself wishing i had but an ounce of sit’s dance ability and creativity. Despite my poor efforts, Goddess seems to be enjoying it, and as a result i begin to enjoy humiliating myself. The more i serve Goddess Ezada the more i find that my enjoyment is based upon Her enjoyment. If Goddess is happy, i am happy; if Goddess is not, i am not. It is a simple equation, one can understand it intellectually, but understanding it emotionally is very different.
The entertainment is not yet finished, there is to be a dance off. The Mistresses are in two groups, each group select a playlist and have four slaves. The slaves are put into opposing pairs who have to face off against each other. i am first and give it my best, by now i am feeling a bit more relaxed and break out the sluttiest moves i can. i wiggle my slutty ass, shake my inflated boobs and blow kisses to Goddess. In truth, i had no idea what i was doing, i was just improvising as i went along and trying things is thought would amuse. The Mistresses seem to be amused, however, Mistress Ava’s pet opposing me does much better than i. The game continues, some slaves more comfortable than others and the Mistresses very much enjoying watching us humiliate ourselves for Their entertainment. i must admit i cannot now recall who was declared the winner, but the true winners were the Ladies.
After the entertainment is over Goddess retires to Her room to have a relaxing bath before bed. sit and i stay downstairs to assist with preparation and serving the other Ladies Their evening meal. It may seem the most mundane part of the weekend, but i truly enjoyed serving at meal times. Goddess has instructed me that she will send a message when sit and i are to go up to kiss Her feet goodnight. Not wanting to be one second late for this honour, i ensure i have my phone with me at all times while serving. Oh how hard it was not to be distracted by the wait. Eventually the message comes through, Goddess had enjoyed a long relaxing bath. sit and i go up to Goddess’ room and, with a tinge of sadness that it is our last evening, kiss Goddess’ feet and wish Her noapte buna. we venture back downstairs and begin organising things for the morning. It is with a little sadness that i go to sleep this evening as i reflect on the fact that i will be departing from Goddess in the morning. It is never easy to leave Goddess, whether it be for minutes, hours, days or months. At the same time i am also reflecting on what has been an amazing weekend. i go to sleep dreaming of my Owner as is the usual case, but my dreams are of much more recent events.
The next morning i kiss Goddess’ feet good morning for the final time, oh how i am missing that. The morning is quite busy, there is breakfast to be served and packing to be done. sit and i begin packing Goddess’ bags, but then sergiu suggests i go down to serve Goddess at breakfast. i treasure this final opportunity and, never did thank sergiu, i will rectify this now. Thank you sergiu.
The packing all done and breakfast over with, Goddess leads me back up to Her room. i kneel before Goddess as She removes my collar and tells me that though the collar is removed Her Ownership of me continues. It is a moment of mixed emotions, so intimate in many ways, but mixed with the sadness of leaving Goddess’ presence. Goddess beckons me to hug Her, a moment to truly treasure, to feel Goddess touch is nothing short of magical.
With the car packed i am given a lift to the train station, thanks to sit asking for me, i didn’t think Goddess would mind but did not want to be a burden. With sadness i kiss Goddess’ hand and wish Her goodbye, before wishing my new friends sergiu and sit goodbye. i walk to the waiting room to await the train and begin my long journey home.
So here i am, yet again a long journey ahead and plenty of time for thought. Emotionally i am feeling all over the place, still ecstatic at the wonderful weekend, but still not fully comprehending my emotions. Already i miss Goddess’ wonderful presence, Her aura. i spend the time constantly thinking back over the events of the weekend, amazed at the things that i have done and the ways Goddess has used me. i begin to make notes for writing the story of the weekend, but i struggle to focus, so much in flux are my thoughts. What surprises me is the one event which comes to my mind more than any other, the moment when Goddess marked me with Her champagne.
Eventually i arrive home, no longer serving Goddess in person, but still in Her service and never feeling more Owned. i worship Goddess Ezada Sinn, i belong to Her. With every step i take into submission, these words burn more brightly in my mind.
To end the story; Goddess, thank You for allowing me the honour of serving You, it was an amazing experience and meant more to me than i can find words for. i live to serve
The second morning serving Goddess Ezada begins in a similar way to the first, with a kiss of Goddess feet. It is no less special the second morning, i could never tire of kissing Goddess’ feet. After greeting Goddess and gathering our chosen clothes, sit and i head to the kitchen to help out with breakfast preparation. Today will bring some new first for this little pink poodle.
This morning’s breakfast is a champagne breakfast served by the hot tub. All the slaves are busy bustling around ensuring the Ladies are satisfied. Goddess seems to enjoy having either sit or i nearby, our nipples nearby and accessible to be teased and tortured. we were truly blessed to be allowed to serve the beautiful Ladies as they relaxed in the hot tub.
Later in the morning it is time for Goddess to use and train Her poodle. Goddess has decided there will be a few more firsts. As Goddess’ slave one has to accept that one is Her property to do with as She pleases. Goddess likes to lend Her property to Her friends and is pleased to see it perform for Them. To advance this side of my training, Goddess has decided i will be serving Her friend Lady Yna as well as my Owner. i really enjoyed meeting Lady Yna, She is very pretty and i liked Her a lot.
The first training session is something i was not looking forward to. Goddess has informed me that i am to be trained as a human ashtray for Her and Lady Yna. i am not, and never have been, a smoker. The taste of cigarettes is something i rather dislike, however, this is what Goddess wants so there is nothing else to do but try my best to please Goddess Ezada and Lady Yna. i kneel between Goddess and Lady Yna in ashtray position, making my mouth as accessible for them as possible. As the ashes are dropped into my mouth i gag, the taste getting to me. i try my best not to, but it is an involuntary action. Goddess and Lady Yna laugh at and mock me. As the session goes on i find it no easier, my eyes begin to water and sometimes i am even gagging at the expectation of the ashes. Nevertheless i persevere, in truth i had no choice because Goddess had decided this was happening, but i also wanted to do it to please Her and Her friend. At the end Goddess and Lady Yna stub out the cigarettes on the floor (they are very generous in not using my mouth for this as it is my first time) and i have to pick the butts up with my mouth to transfer them to the bin. i think this was the hardest session i had, others may have hurt more, but i would say this was the biggest struggle. This is the truth one must face if one is to belong to Goddess Ezada Sinn, one must do things which one truly abhors in the knowledge that it will make Her happy. It is the sacrifice of the slave’s dignity that proves to Goddess how much the slave loves Her.
For the next session i am to learn how to worship Lady Yna’s boots, i know many on reading that would feel this is a nice task. Of course there is a twist, while I focus on worshipping Lady Yna’s boots, Goddess will be whipping me with the single tail whip. Until one experiences it, it is impossible to appreciate how hard it is to focus on something while being whipped. i’m sure we all think we have an understanding that it is difficult, but the reality is very different. When one is just being whipped one is able to focus on coping with the pain, but when one’s focus is on a task the pain is felt more keenly. Lady Yna instructs me, i lick Her boots slowly and as hard as i can as She directs. Suddenly my ass is on fire as the whip lands. The whip strikes continue landing, i attempt to block out the pain and focus on my task at hand. Worshipping Lady Yna’s boots is all that matters right now, the pain must be endured. i follow Lady Yna’s instructions to the best of my ability, but still the whip lands; not for punishment, just for Goddess’ pleasure. As the whipping continues tears come to my eyes, but still i must focus on my task. Only Lady Yna’s intructions matter, lick slowly. The pain must be endured, it cannot affect my task. The whipping Goddess gave me felt very hard, i know now that it was, but still not full force. That is yet to come, and it will, it is inevitable. Eventually the session is at an end and i practically collapse. Both Goddess and Lady Yna seem happy, that is all that matters. This is my place, as it the place of all slaves, to suffer for Their pleasure.
The whipping session was intense but my ordeal is not yet over, Goddess has something else in store for sit and i. we are lucky enough to be allowed the opportunity for a release, but slave releases come at a price. Lady Yna has a little gift for us some wild “flowers” or nettles as they are more commonly known. sit and i will have to cum while being wanked with stinging nettles, oh what a devilish trial this is. It begins with Lady Yna teasing me and Goddess Ezada teasing sit. It is quite difficult to explain the sensations one is going through when a beautiful Woman is stroking one’s cock with a bunch of stinging nettles. It also seems rather strange now typing that sentence. The Mistresses are most amused by our plight and also mock and humiliate us for our small size. As Goddess’ (my) cock is stroked i am feeling aroused but the stinging sensation prevents orgasm. Nettles are also placed into the crevice of our backside, ensuring this is also most uncomfortable. Goddess’ (our) cocks are also whipped with the nettles, this really ensures we are properly covered by the stinging sensations. Goddess and Lady Yna switch and it is my turn for Goddess’ attention. we reach the count-down to cum, when Goddess reaches 0 then we are to cum. Neither us are able to, the nettle stinging keeping us away from the edge. The torment continues and we are given another chance. This time with our faces against Goddess’ beautiful ass, with this inspiration i manage to overcome the discomfort of the nettles and cum. After the bliss of release all that is left is discomfort, such is a slave’s lot. Goddess Ezada and Lady Yna appear to have enjoyed this very much. This being the final session i am able to have a breather, it has been a very intense morning. Despite the pain, discomfort and humiliation, i am happy as i have been able to please my Owner and Lady Yna.
Through the weekend there were many points which deepened my submission to and worship of Goddess Ezada. There are, however, three which stand out in particular. The first one is taking Goddess’ big black cock, once one has been fucked by a Dominant Woman with a strap-on there is no going back. you are Her bitch now. The second was a moment when Goddess was rather sweaty and She instructed me to lick Her armpits clean. There aren’t many things that can indicate one’s role than cleaning one’s Owner’s sweat, it is at the same time degrading and intimate. At that moment i felt closer to Goddess Ezada. If a few months ago i had been told that i would look back fondly on licking anyone’s armpits clean i doubt i would have believed it. And yet, here i am doing just that. The third one that stands out happened later in the day after the nettle ordeal.
sit and i are still feeling rather uncomfortable after the nettles, Goddess has an idea. i am ordered to follow Her into the bathroom. i lie down in the bathtub while Goddess stands astride one foot on each side of tub so i am looking straight up at Her. At this point i felt very small and humble. i am sure the reader has a good idea what Goddess has planned. Goddess wants to help Her little poodle of course, and if urine works for jellyfish stings, maybe it will work for nettle stings. And so Goddess pees all around the affected area, i can smell it, it splashes towards my face. Goddess says “mine” as She marks Her property and once finished i am told to lean up and kiss Her sanctum. i don’t think i have ever felt so submissive and owned than at that point, i loved it. It still surprises me that this is one of the moments that i look back on most fondly, but it is most certainly the case.
After afternoon tea has been served to the Ladies, there is to be some entertainment. Lucky for us it is provided by sergiu, sit and i. sit has put together a routine involving Goddess’ slave positions. sergiu truly hates this idea, however, Goddess wishes for it so he does it. The routine goes well, largely down to sit, i merely follow what he does with a little improvisation along the way. Later in the day the routine is repeated with some additional elements so that Goddess can film it, the second time was a little better and even sergiu seemed to enjoy it more.
The evening would bring a new slant on a popular family game and some other rather interesting entertainment. But we will save that for the next chapter………
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………….
It is a little over a month since Her poodle first served Goddess Ezada and i am dreaming of the next. Unexpectedly Goddess contacts me and asks about my availability in May, as Goddess would like me to come to the FemDom Retreat. This catches me totally by surprise, i certainly didn’t expect to be asked so soon and to such an event. It makes me so happy that Goddess wants me to be there.
As the day draws nearer i am excited by the thought of serving Goddess again, yet i am unsure also. It is bad enough if i let down Goddess in any situation, but at a high protocol event such as this? Inevitably there is some doubt, i do not know if i will serve adequately, but Goddess’ faith in me spurs me on. Packing for the day of the journey, Goddess tells me to pack all Her favourite outfits, inevitably my case ends up looking rather pink.
The train journey to the event location is a long one, allowing plenty of time for contemplating what’s in store. i am travelling to meet Goddess Ezada at a high protocol event, this is a first for this poodle, just one of many this weekend. i am feeling nervous, but for different reasons to the first time serving Goddess. There is no doubting the excitement this poodle feels to see Goddess Ezada again, but what will Goddess train Her poodle this time? i know i will see more of Goddess’ whips, this much is inevitable, but what else will i learn? i am also very certain to be seeing something of one of Her strap-ons. Perhaps the most nerve wracking thing though, just what i will be willing to do to please my beautiful Owner.
The journey seems to go on for ever, i am impatient to be there kneeling in front of Goddess Ezada. i pass the time by following twitter and the messages with Goddess Ezada, but nothing makes the journey any quicker. Just one hour from Norwich and the butterflies start, i can’t wait to see Goddess again but what will happen? i am desperate not to let Goddess down. As i get closer the nervousness goes away, overcome by the excitement of seeing Goddess Ezada again. i do not think it is possible to put into words what it is like to be in Goddess’ presence, it has to be experienced. Goddess has an aura around Her which draws you in, meaning all you want to do is be around Her, no matter what that means.
i finally arrive at the location of the FemDom Retreat, it is a beautiful house and a wonderful location. Nervously i approach the door where i am greeted first by Mistress Isabella and then Mistress Ava. i will take this opportunity to thank Them both and all the Ladies for the honour of serving them and Mistress Ava for arranging such a wonderful event. They send someone to let Goddess know i am here and i wait. i am anxious to see Goddess again, but after 2 months a little more waiting isn’t a problem. i wait patiently, and after half an hour am taken to Goddess’ room. Entering the room i am greeted by Goddess, Her beauty takes makes my heart leap as always. Goddess orders me into collaring position and lays a lockable collar on Her lap. The collar is placed around my neck and Goddess closes the padlock and i couldn’t be happier. Back where i always want to be, under Goddess Ezada’s control.
“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
“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.
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.
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:
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.
“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.
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.
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