Another fine morning at the FemDom Summer Camp, relaxing under the early sun with Mistress Lilse and Mistress Evilyne. It’s the sissy’s turn to serve Us this morning, but he seems overwhelmed. Is the sun too hot for him, or are We demanding too much? Or is he maybe too aroused to see Us wearing leather and latex? Probably the latter, judging by the wet stain on his panties. The pathetic sissy’s cock is dripping, even when locked in chastity. I wonder what will happen if all 3 of Us start eating Our ice cream bars, putting Our lips around and sensually licking them in front of him. Can his little chastity cage withstand the pressure of his growing cock? Oh, it surely will, that cock is much too pathetic to pose any real danger. The real question is can the sissy take all this teasing without losing his mind?..
Mummified in black saran wrap, with only his mouth and his genitals out, My sex toy is ready to please Me. His tongue is ready to lick Me trough My latex pants, and his cock shows just how much he is anticipating it. I know that’s what he lives for – to satisfy women. As soon as I put My voluptuous round ass on his face, smothering him, his tongue starts doing what it does best. As it should, or otherwise I might consider that he does not deserve to breathe and “forget” to lift My latex clad ass off his face. And no trick with help him breath with latex covering his face, so he works his tongue frenetically in fear of being smothered. Doing a good job, I would say (as does My satisfied smile), so I will reward him today by allowing him to cum. He’s been waiting long for this moment, his cock seems to be in a constant erection, and, under My hands, with My spit as lube, it will spill it’s load on his belly. He deserved it, but now, that I have no use for him anymore, I will lift him by his feet and leave him hanging upside down until the next time I want his services.
My slave has just been milked after 2 weeks of chastity, his pathetic flaccid cock is now locked back in chastity. I’m sure he would like to rest now, just lie in bed and relax, but I’ve got other plans for him. It would be too easy to just dismiss him now; I like to make My slaves’ lives hard, not easy. So what I want to do with My slave now is to whip him. I want him to face Me and look into My eyes while I’m whipping his back, I want to see his pain. his suffering is what makes makes My pleasure, the torment I see on his face makes Me wet. he may be a masochist, but now, after he’s just had an orgasm (albeit a ruined one), I know a whipping is the last thing in the world that he would want. And because of that, it is exactly what he is going to get. A good old hard whipping.
One of My slaves deserves to be punished today: he didn’t clean My boots properly. A job that is considered more of a pleasure by most slaves, and he manage to botch it. How could he have neglected cleaning the soles of My boots, he knows it is just as important, if not more, as cleaning the upper side. This carelessness cannot be tolerated! So now he is tied to a post outside, ready to be whipped. his task will be passed to another slave, a sissy, who will have to clean My boots with his tongue. Right now, at the same time as I apply the punishment to My negligent slave: 50 whip lashes. So he knows what to expect if his job will not be satisfactory. For Me, this is going to be a double pleasure: whipping one slave while My boots are being licked by another – perfect!
Madame Caramel and Governess Painless would be interested in buying My and Mistress Fetish Liza‘s latex pony, so today We want to show Them the horse in action. It is a nice black shiny stallion, very fit, slim but strong, muscles playing under the skin in the sun. We show the potential buyers how it can be used both for pulling a carriage, taking Us comfortably from one place to another, and as a show horse, marching nicely with its knees up, or running on a lead around Fetish Liza. A very good horse, which Madame Caramel plans to take to Ascot and make some money with. I’m pretty sure she can!
There is one genuine way, in which My slaves can prove they really love Me. It is the same connection, through which I love my slaves. Love means, you will take the pain I want to inflict upon you.
My slaves know how much I yearn to make them suffer. How I lust to use my single tail whips on their naked cold bodies. The more My slaves suffer, the more I enjoy it. When a slave takes intense pain for Me, the more I care about the slave, because this is love to Me. My slaves learn that this is the link between us, the only link that matters.
I shall break you down. I’m going to destroy you with My whip. Look into My eyes, I want to see your tears. I want to feel your pain and sense your fear of My whip. I will whip you more and more, till you collapse. I will positively whip you, until you cry. The whipping makes you become My slave. This is love. This is the connection, the link between us.
Look at the picture below. Better yet view the clip entitled “The link of love”
You’ll hear my voice rise in pitch, a broad smile beam across My face. My eyes open wide, My breath heavy, and labored with excitement. Witness My whole body alive with dominant Female power.
So slave, tell Me how much you love Me. Beg for more and more of My whip kisses. Suffer ever more intensely for Me. Cry tears and crawl to Me, as this is the only connection that matters. This is when I feel love for you, My slave. This is the only romanticism I believe in.
Yes, My slaves understand why I whip them; their purpose is to offer Me pleasure. I enjoy My property, My slave, by whipping them. The whip is the link between U/us. My slaves understand that.
Yes, the one you witness here is one of My husbands, he is My slave, My property, but he is also My cuckold. My possession’s cockerel is locked in steel and chaste. Notice the key to his lock hangs openly about My regal neck.
Sexually he is inadequate, and his only access of My heavenly body is to taste and sometimes clean the lovers I decide to take. In my native Romanian tongue he is called a “incornorat” literally meaning “one who wears horns.”
Being the dominant sadist, I derive enjoyment in his humiliation yet sadly for him he finds no pleasure from this fetish. he has been caged for such a long time, that his cock often remains flaccid. Sex with the hubby is lackluster, lifeless, listless, uninspiring, inanimate, tame, dull, and vapid. his tongue is more useful to me than the flesh that hangs imprisoned between his legs.
Am I sad that he is considered by many an object of derision? A worthless male eyed by his fellow gender with ridicule, disrespect, and contempt? No, of course not. he is my husband, and he deeply worships Me. he obeys his Goddess without a moment of hesitation.
I’m positive that you’re keenly aware of My intimate love of rich, sensual, and buttery leather clothes and boots. Here, you can see that my fellow Ladies; Lady Victoria Valente, Mistress Akella, and Madame Catarina, all share the same affinity as I. Leather radiates luxury and style, opulence and attitude, power and control.
I have many devotees who worship Me in My leathers. The influence I lord over them, places me on a pedestal of glorification and adoration, while they kowtow in reverence before my leather clad feminine perfection. It’s deviously amusing to watch my slaves grow weak and complacent at the very sight, smell and touch of my fine leather garments.
Many of mine, also fall prey to the same leather sweetness of my impeccable boots and fine shoes. My slaves take pride in humiliating themselves as they kiss, lick, suck and worship my leather heeled boots. For them it is more than just a pleasure, it is a privilege to be earned and an honor to be granted.
To worship My boots, whilst the slave crawls naked at My feet, is just a more intense, humiliating way to show how much My devotee reveres Me as his deity. W/we both understand that everything is arranged according to My divine will. If I am satisfied with your service, then I will condescend to allow the slave to honor Me in such a manner.
Be it leather or boot worships, both are a surefire sign of their love and devotion for Me, their supreme Mistress and Goddess.
From Stuttgart, for all leather lovers and boots worshipers – Lady Victoria Valente, Mistress Akella, Madame Catarina, and Myself – clips will be published soon on our c4s stores.
My dream of bringing to life, Sardax’s Gag Shop series, has been realized. Last week, I along with the stunning Mistress Akella, Madame Catarina, and Lady Victoria Valente spend three days in Stuttgart, Germany fulfilling this quest, each one of us portraying our own character, so boldly captured in Sardax’s work.
The project was grueling and tiring, yet each of us had exquisite fun. The brilliant photographer Geminal, the quaint locations, the ever so elegant handmade props, all the elements converging in harmony, to awaken Sardax’s art drawings.
Each Lady brought Her own ever attentive male servant and slave, all whom performed as told without question.
Please stay tuned to our Twitter feeds, as the fruits of our labors shall soon be available to view on each of our Clip4Sales sites.
Story written by My collared slave, purcelus, based on real facts.
“In Summer 2013, I had the chance to visit the Transylvania with my Goddess. It was a lovely road trip with wonderful landscapes, traditional monuments, and my Unique Mistress. After a long way from Bucharest to Sibiu by the mythic and incredible Transfagarasan, we arrive at Sibiu, a nice city with Germanic influence. I read some books about Romania before visiting Sibiu. There is a legend on the podul Minciunilor (Bridge of liars, a nice little bridge (10 m) built in 1859. The pedestrian bridge makes the link between the Huet place and small Market. The legend was :
In XIXe century, the women of the city came to talk below the bridge about their love story. If their husband was really in love for hers, the bridge stays intact. In other case, the bridge collapses. I was eager to visit the city with My Mistress. I prepared the moment where we will cross the podul Minciunilor in my head. After a nice dinner in the main street, we arrive on the bridge. Some tables from a restaurant were on this. And all tables were overcrowded by some couples, maybe to celebrate the legend. So, I stop on the middle of the bridge, in between two tables. I knelt down in front of my Empress and I said:
“sunt sclavul tau pentru totdeauna Stapana mea, ma simt foarte bine cu Dumneavostra. Va iubesc” *(1)*
*(1)* I am Your slave for ever my Mistress, I feel so good with You. I love You.
by offering Her a rose in the same time. My goal was to show to my Mistress that I was sincere because the bridge will stay intact.
Few seconds after, I received a very hard face slapping in front of everybody. People are waiting the answer of Mistress Ezada like in all romantic films by a kiss or a hug. Then Mistress Ezada asked me:
“Spread Your legs My slave” and She kicked me in my balls, for the first time in public. The kick was hard and precise.
Then She told me to go up and She opens the collar of my shirt so that everybody could see the metallic collar with a padlock I had to wear. The couples saw it; they understood that I belong Her. I was not ashamed, but I don’t dare to look behind. At the end of the bridge, my Mistress forced me to look on the bridge the glance of all women laughing about me, speaking about my pathetic state in front of my Goddess, dreaming to transform their husband into their slaves.
It was my first “huge” public humiliation. Before, I knelt down and kiss Her boots in the middle of the biggest place of Florenza. I did not expect this reaction. Once again, She surprised me. With few gestures, She showed me the power and control She had over me.
We came back to the hotel room and I remembered that I have not said one word of the evening. Finally I understood, She gave me the best answer. As long as the bridge will not collapse, She will own me, She will lead me wherever She will, She will use me whenever She desires, in public or not, She will humiliate me, She will punish me. She will have all the rights on me.
Simply, She will love me just like a Mistress loves Her slave. She gave me a lesson that night. A look, an attitude and some gestures are worth many more than lovely words.
I love Her, I love my Goddess. And I do not desire one thing now. The Minciunilor bridge remains immortal.
Purcelus, property of unique Goddess Ezada Sinn”
Bridge of lies in Sibiu, just before I kicked his balls in public
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Another fine morning at the FemDom Summer Camp, relaxing under the early sun with Mistress Lilse and Mistress Evilyne. It’s the sissy’s turn to serve Us this morning, but he seems overwhelmed. Is the sun too hot for him, or are We demanding too much? Or is he maybe too aroused to see Us wearing leather and latex? Probably the latter, judging by the wet stain on his panties. The pathetic sissy’s cock is dripping, even when locked in chastity. I wonder what will happen if all 3 of Us start eating Our ice cream bars, putting Our lips around and sensually licking them in front of him. Can his little chastity cage withstand the pressure of his growing cock? Oh, it surely will, that cock is much too pathetic to pose any real danger. The real question is can the sissy take all this teasing without losing his mind?..
I want him to face Me and look into My eyes while I’m whipping his back, I want to see his pain. his suffering is what makes makes My pleasure, the torment I see on his face makes Me wet. he may be a masochist, but now, after he’s just had an orgasm (albeit a ruined one), I know a whipping is the last thing in the world that he would want. And because of that, it is exactly what he is going to get. A good old hard whipping.
