“males are the strong gender”. Maybe their muscles are often bigger than Ours, but they all have a very weak spot. Their “Achilles’ heel” is between the legs. And what is a better way to put them on their knees than to punch and kick their silly balls?
Lots of ball busting / ball abuse clips filmed the other week at The Womania Empire. One of My favorites is the “Strongest Balls contest” featuring Mistress Sin Piedad. Do you think My chattel won?
Last month I had the pleasure to haveMistress Athena as a guest of theHouse of Sinn. She visited the House together with one of her well trained, well behaved boys, and We got to use him for our amusement.
I admired Her for long time for her horse riding skills and her strict attitude but meeting her in person made me respect Her even more. She is a great Domina and a wonderful person.
Her instructional clip “Pony training as it should be” is maybe the best pony training clip I have ever seen. Because it was so natural for Her to use Her new pony boy. Because of Her attitude and confidence. Just brilliant!
One hundred and thirty. i counted on the edge crying. The last stroke of her whip hit me like a burning spear. Goddess knows when to hit the points that are already sore from the whiplashes before. Like she always knows Your weak point. When she got to know me at the beginning of my online training after some days she had found it and drilled into it. After a few weeks You will be putty in her hands.
you have been a good boy. Now kiss my feet. After you have cleaned the mess that you left I will give you your papers and money and my boy will take you to the Airport. Look at all that sweat you left on the floor. i crawled to her twisting on the floor. my legs tied together with two leather belts and my arms fixed to the body the same way. i reached my Mistress kissed her feet and thanked her for the whiplashes. you´ve been a good boy. I´m very pleased with your service, now you can kiss my feet and say goodbye.
i always found female dominance fascinating but i haven’t been into it for years and didn´t know if i was really into it. Until i ran over the twitter account and website of Goddess Ezada Sinn and was slowly guided into my position by this stunning beautiful and intelligent Goddess who leaves absolutely no choice. And now i´m sitting at my computer wearing chastity like i do constantly since two weeks (no that isn´t true, i´m allowed to edge for today, which is a seldom honor for me) and a collar writing about the luckiest time of my life. The time i live for and that nurtures me while i can´t be with beautiful Goddess Ezada Sinn.
It all started with a message. you can visit me in Bucharest at the end of July. you will not touch yourself until you arrive. Bring your chastity device and a collar with you. For months i had begged to see my Goddess after joining her online training the year before. For me it was like a dream come true. The following three weeks flew away. No question that i followed her instructions. When i arrived at Bucharest i was fetched from the airport by one of her boys and taken to an apartment where i stayed for the following two days. When i arrived, she wasn´t there. Her boy told me to put my clothes of, to hand him my papers and my wallet and get into waiting position. i couldn´t count the time cause i was so nervous. Would i be able to meet her needs and to be a good boy for her? Alone in a city where i knew no one and without money. But i trusted my beautiful Goddess and never felt alone or anxious.
After a time which seemed endless to me she came in. Dressed in a black leather dress with thigh high boots and her now already visible baby bump. A pregnant Goddess! The dream i always had dreamt before knowing her and even more beautiful than i ever could have imagined. The most beautiful and fascinating woman on earth.
Present your balls. i went into position. Good boy. you have done well. Now put on your chastity device. Come here and kiss my shoes. Now worship my shoes. Collaring Position. A short click of the lock and the metal collar was fixed on my neck… what a beautiful feeling to know that i was under her control now. Good boy…. i was completely taken away by her beautiful scent and her stunning presence while Goddess ordered me to get up and put on some leather cuffs that she chained up to the wall. There i stood naked and helpless and the teasing began with some nipple clamps and a soft whip. In the following time i learned what it means to be tortured by a beautiful woman while i was moaning into my ball gag.
After a while she seemed to be satisfied. She set me free and told me to give her a foot massage before she showed me the old town of Bucharest. i learned about the history of this beautiful town and the beautiful buildings that stand there and have survived the communist regime. She is such a beautiful and knowing teacher. And every time i did something she didn´t like i was announced the whiplashes that would be punishment for this offence. And i had a lot to learn in the two days i spent at Bucharest. She kept me completely under her control and everyone who knows Goddess can imagine how she knew to hold me steadily aroused by her beauty and her wit…No relieve for me and all the fun for her. And every morning around four o´clock i was on my way to the water tap to cool down my hurting cock in the chastity device.
Then the weary day of my departure came. But first i had to be her guinea pig for a new fixation device i had to order for her and that she wanted to test as announced on twitter and to receive my punishment for the offences of the last days. She wore a black leather dress with thigh high leather boots and nude nylon pantyhose. i was completely blown away by her dominant appearance. First i received a back dog collar that i have to wear at home now as her pet. my hands were fixed with leather cuffs behind my back, my feet spread with a metal bar and my cock and balls fixed between two metal bars. To harden my predicament positon she put a leather belt around my legs and fixed it so well. Then she put on nipple clamps and slowly started to stroke my cock that grew stiff in no time after two days of steady teasing and three weeks without cumming. She played a little and then she suddenly finished went away and came back with a whip and a doxy wand in her hand. She grabbed the chain between my nipple clamps and pulled until the hurt was almost unbearable. You are my slave now! Yes Goddess! I own you! Yes Goddes! You are completely at my disposal from now on! Yes Goddess! I´m going to whip your cock, tease you until you have an orgasm and then I will whip you for your offences. you know post orgasmic torture is so much better. How many whiplashes? Sixty five.
The whipping of my cock started. She stood there smiling while the strokes slowly hit my cock. After some lashes I started crying. you are too loud. A gag looking like a red bone went into my mouth turning me silent. And then the slow whipping continued. My cock would bear blue streams for several days. After a while Goddess stopped and began teasing my cock with her hands and put the nipple clamps of and then on again in a different position before the whipping continued. There was no escape from the bondage. Finally she stopped and began teasing my cock again with doxy. i was so aroused but couldn´t cum after the long torture. Not a good idea! She put me out of my bondage. Now that You can´t cum I will double up Your whipping. Down on the floor. you will count the strokes. How many? One hundred and thirty. And now Goddesses fun and my suffering began….
i know i´m still at the beginning of my journey and there will be many mountains to climb. But i´m so happy to be Goddesses pet now.
It’s easy to know that I really love leather. I love to touch leather, I love to smell leather and I love the feeling of unlined leather caressing My skin. I adore soft Napa leather gloves, leather over the knee boots, figure-hugging leather corsets, tight leather pants, narrow leather skirts, and long, heavy leather coats. It makes Me so aroused to wear new leather. So today, slave, I will treat you to a glimpse of what usually happens after I’m done filming. you’ll get to witness the pleasure I take once the lights and cameras have all gone dark. you’ll watch Me orgasm multiple times using My favorite sex toy, the Doxy massager. you’ll sense the sweat in My tight leather hot pants. I’m even going to grant you permission to pleasure yourself simultaneously as I do. Isn’t this your luckiest day?
My poor hubby is in such a difficult situation: he’s been in a very uncomfortable bondage position all night and I am not releasing him just yet. I know he’s tired, hungry and thirsty, but I don’t care, I’m still going have some fun at his expense. I love the vulnerable angle he’s shackled in: I can beat him, I can fuck him, and I can use him in any way I want. So let’s see whether he’s still a real man and can cum, after being bent over like a broken twig for all those hours. To force all the cum out of My balls, there’s no better way to start than a crop whipping. The poor hubby hates pain, but who cares? What I want is to drain his balls, and he can amuse Me in the process. I wonder which pet he will be for Me today: a cow, a puppy, a pig? I guess a cow that is getting milked. With a little lube and a few sensual strokes, hubby is soon mooing like a heifer in heat. My little cow, eventually, cums on My command. Oh too bad I just had to ruin his orgasm, letting all his “milk” spill out and trickle down onto the dungeon floor…
This clip shows a part of a private play and was filmed with the camera on a tripod.
Goddess Jasmine Mendez and I will partake in an activity We both really enjoy: ball busting. There’s just something so satisfying about the act of annihilating the precious manhood of a slave by physically destroying his cook and balls! Best of all, We have two pairs of virgin, never kick-tested nuts to wreck with Our with swift, well placed blows. The luscious sensation of embedding the pointy tips of our boots into the slave’s tender sack of balls, watching his whole body contract and convulse, hearing him gasp, wheeze, and moan; its pure regal Femdom fun. One slave squeals like a stuck pig and collapses on the floor following just a few robust kicks. The other one tries to remain stalwart, yet soon finds himself doubled over in pain. Oh, demolishing a slave’s manhood, We both love it!
During my stay in the fabulous Residenz Avalon, I had the chance to experience the unique sensation of being in captivity under the reign of Goddess EZADA Sinn.
I slept in a small cell smallest than 2m², finally I was trying to sleep.
I do not want to miss the arrival of my Mistress. Thus, each footstep on the floor (the cells are in a basement without any natural light), I threw myself from the small mattress to put me on Waiting position in case of my Mistress would open the door of the basement. Moreover She could appear at any time, even in the middle of the night, I admit I had trouble falling asleep. I had knelt more than ten times so that not missing the majestic entrance of my Goddess.
By the morning, I think, without any influence from the outside world, sound, brightness, … I cannot accurately estimate at what time I could sleep.
Suddenly I was awakened by the firm, fast and clocked step of Mistress Ezada Sinn. The sound of her high heels on gross cellar floor sounded like an alarm melody that you cannot avoid. I prostrated myself in a flash, yet despite heavy eyes, hands outside of the cell.
She opened the door, slid Her favorite riding crop on each rod cells while screaming:
“wake up slave !”
My body froze from head to toe
She stopped at my cell and put Her soles with conviction on my palms. I was impressed by Her voice, her spurs that adorned Her Boots. I was afraid, I could not raise my head, I had no right. My place is much lower than Her calves, Her ankles, I should be in a pit (such as a cell of the residence where you are completely buried in the ground) to be in my place in comparison to the Greatness of my Highness.
She ordered me:
“Kiss my boots, slave!”
After dropping kisses with the greatest devotion and indescribable relief to see the Mistress of my life, She exclaimed:
“slave, look at Me!”
I looked up with biggest difficulty in the world. Her Over the knee Boots curve Her calves, Her knees and the lower part of Her thighs to perfection. I discovered successively She wore her Ralph Lauren’s leather pants, a black belt, pure white blouse, small leather driving gloves. When I arrived up to Her face, I was blinded as a child who is dazzled by the light of the day.
Was I dazzled by Her beauty, Her coldness, Her greatness, Her aura?
Was I scared to meet Her determined eyes, her brilliant and sadistic glance?
Was I dreaming?
Or simply I was amazed by the magnificence of my Mistress after being separated from Her for an indefinite period but far too long for me?
I finally widened my eyes. She was immaculate as usual, a spicy red lips, a brilliant face powder, Eyes to die, Her long shiny black hair falling down to Her unique kidneys like the mane of the strongest lioness. Her head wearing a military hat from the highest Officer Grade giving Her an extra dose of Governess of the Residenz, an untouchable Goddess. Simply, I met a Goddess, a true, by Her elegance, grace, charisma. She had put me a lot in my eyes *, as we say in France. (* Elle m’en a mis plein les yeux)
She asked me if I spent a good night with a sadistic smile so that to show me that She loves to feel me locked up here with no comfort when she could enjoy the night in her large bed with Her slave-husband looking at me through the camera constantly filming the cell.
Then after opening the padlock locking the door of my cell, She ordered me:
“Heel position!”
I followed Her as best as I could, because She walked with a quick step and basements of Avalon are not welcoming to my knees, like the metal staircase leading to the private apartments of Madame.
She opened a door on the 1stfloor and I knew instantly what she expected of me.
A large examination room with a shower and a transparent toilet bowl in the middle of the room. The big day was so happened. I was going to have the honor of receiving the Mistress’s breakfast. The one She was prepared the day before, She has fashioned for the whole night.
I was really excited to have this opportunity.
But would I measure up?
Would I be able to enjoy everything, appreciate this ultimate reward, the divine unction, this sacred meal?
She pointed me with a snap my position, under the transparent bowl by opening a small hole, then closed it around my neck.
That’s it, I was now a human toilet for my Mistress.
As usual, to live the moment even more intensely, She began to tickle my mind by Her divine words:
“you will be my full toilet today, you Will receive My breakfast this morning, you will eat it all and you will love it. My ass is the source of your food, you belong to Me, I can use you in any way I want, like My private toilet.”
I began to feel an erection increasingly strong, just listen to Her words and imagining the moments that will follow.
“you will become an extension of My anus, be both sub-shit and recycle. you will continue the sublime and mysterious work of transformation of the insider matters in My body, to keep the benefit that was not good for Me but still profitable to an animal like you. purcelus (my nickname means Pig in Romanian language), pigs are sometimes fed excrement recycled, they bear very well and that is good for them should be good for a purcelus “
Then She laughed with a no dissimulate pleasure so that to humiliate me psychologically before starting to degraded myself physically.
My heart kept beating louder and suddenly She unbuttoned Her expensive leather pants before sitting down on the toilet.
I think this is probably the most shuddering moment, the most intense and enjoying thrill in my life.
I said in my head :
“now, you do not-have the choice, you-have to do it for Your Goddess, for our love”.
Then slowly, sensually, I felt Her fruity champagne that flowed more abundantly in my mouth. Before seeing Her caviar releasing it from Her divine source, from Her Majestic den.
I did my best to receive all of Her breakfast in my mouth until i am overflowed by her Brown shower.
I savored every grain of caviar without difficulty with a certain gusto, despite a somewhat consistent texture and an aroma releasing the stronger flavors than the last one.
She left the room and ordered me to swallow everything, clean everything, like a real flush mechanism.
Even alone, I hastened me to eat it all. I do not know how I could eat the whole before the return of my Mistress. Maybe because I had not eaten for almost 24 hours and only a few remains of a meal from my goddess 48 hours ago.
She came into the room, told me to rinse my mouth and face. I could not stop thanking Her for such a unique reward :
” thank You Goddess, thank You my Empress, Te iubesc Stapana mea”
I was on a cloud, as satiated after a memorable breakfast. a piece of my mistress was in me, I was a little more closer myself of Her, of Her Intimacy. From now on, nothing will be as before, I will serve Her as a Human-toilet whenever She wants, wherever She wants, 24H / 7D.
Will I be able to accept this honor daily whatever the color, smell, and consistency of Her Breakfast, or another diner.
She put me a humbler and ordered me to go back waiting Her in my cell. I executed immediately, on all fours. Arrived in my cell, I wondered if I had not dreamed those wonderful moments, this delicious morning at her feet, under the awesome buttocks of my Goddess.
I went back down to paradise, just as I went back down to the basement of the residence Avalon.
My last doubts to know if I dreamed or I lived an unforgettable morning disappeared when my Mistress arrived an hour later, a nasty single tail in Her right-hand ….
Miss Tressa and I use Our slave as a convenient mat, trampling him under Our feet as though he was no more than an annoying insect; while I stand on his face with My full weight, Miss Tressa concentrates on crushing the life out of his useless cock and balls. Having flattened his nose under My leather boots to make a more comfortable seat, I sit down to enjoy the spectacle of My good friend Miss Tressa pulverizing his cock and balls. And, with My voluptuous ass on his face, it is not long before Miss Tressa squeezes some disgusting pre-cum out of the slaves flattened cock although after such an intense trampling it is unlikely that this creature will be able to function again in that area. But, with a flattened face, crushed cock and battered balls, he will be able to function as a doormat, which after all is all that matters.
My pony has disappointed Me extremely today: he has been inexplicably slow and got tired after just 3 laps of pulling My cart. This is not a pony, he does not deserve to be called so, he is just a weak and pathetic donkey, a lousy piece o shit. As he cannot be a stallion, there is no reason for him to keep his balls, so I will take care of them with My boots. I will kick his balls until he gets fixed, I will castrate him right here, with no tools, no veterinarian, nothing, just My over the knee high heel leather boots. Plus My rage of this pathetic piece of shit’s inability to perform such a simple and easy task as pulling a cart. And I was very, very enraged…
This clip was filmed in collaboration with the Other World Kingdom (OWK) in the Czech Republic in 2016.
“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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