Through the growth of social media, films and television, FemDom has begun to permeate the vanilla consciousness. Yet, there are many misconceptions regarding the nature of FemDom relationships which prevent them from truly being accepted. The terminology used can aid to fuel these misconceptions, and that is what I wish to cover here. In particular the terminology used when referring to a Domina’s property…….slave. The term slave is everywhere in FemDom, Domina’s use it to refer to Their owned males, it is often used to refer to males in general, “unowned” slaves (a contradiction in terms) are abundant. Yet, this term conveys a very different impression to the vanilla world than is the reality of a Female Led relationship.
The term slave carries with it a lot of historical, and current day, baggage. The image is one of non-consensual forced slavery. In history, from the ancient worlds of Egypt, Greece, Rome etc, to the later empires of the 19th century, the term slave conjures the image of people being forced through force of arms from their homes and countries. To be taken by force, to work and suffer through no choice of their own. If we move to the modern day, the news is frequented by stories of modern-day slavery, of people being treated brutally and forced to carry out demeaning and degrading acts against their will.
If it is to be truly accepted in the vanilla world, it is this image which FemDom needs to distance itself from, the image of non-consensuality. Sure, the Domina’s property will be made to carry out demeaning and degrading tasks for the amusement of it’s Owner, it may be whipped or punished. This may not sound so different, but there is a key difference, the words “against their will”. In a true FemDom relationship, the property has given itself into the power exchange of its own volition. The male has accepted its place under the rule of the Female and willingly accepts the punishments and humiliation. These acts are not merely an exchange of power, a way of enforcing the rule of the Female, they are a link between the two parties. There is trust between the Domina and Her property, the Domina trust that Her orders will be followed, the property trusts that it’s Owner will have it’s well being at heart. The humiliations and pain are a symbol of the property’s love for its Owner, the Domina loves Her property for its sacrifice.
It is also true that the term slave has become associated more with bdsm sex and not so much with the true dynamics of a FemDom relationship. A FemDom relationship is much more than bdsm sex, it is about the male submissive serving his Goddess in any way She requires to make Her life easier and more pleasurable, it is not, as is often perceived, merely servicing kinks.
The reality of a FemDom relationship is far removed from the concept which the vanilla world has of the term slave. It is for this reason, I have taken the decision to cease referring to my properties as slaves and have now decided to use the term chattel.
Chattel – “a piece of personal property, including something that can be moved, or rights such as copyright and patents, but not usually including land and buildings”
Once a male has given itself into a total power exchange with Me, it becomes my property. I believe the term chattel accurately represents what the male is (personal property), without carrying the baggage which so surrounds the term slave. It is My dream that one day FemDom will be fully accepted in the world, and by changing the terminology We can help to break some of those misconceptions which so hinder this.
Imagine a world in which Female Ownership of a male is fully accepted. I believe that by changing the vanilla world’s perception of FemDom relationships We can achieve this dream.
My online training program, as it is now, will be discontinued starting today. Those of you who are serving Me from a distance may continue to do so just as before, but for everyone else My training program has moved to My new OnlyFans page.
I have lots of projects going on lately and I receive tons of emails everyday. And although I am pleased to hear you are My fans and you love My work, I am all the time overwhelmed by all the messages I receive and I fail to offer enough time to things that really matter for Me: My relaxation, My family, My collared boys. Therefore I must cut down from somewhere and this is the one-to-one interaction with new boys via email.
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you love nylons, yet how far are you willing to go for your stocking fetish? Are you ready to become My bitch as I train you to worship and adore all Women who wear the delicate fabric? Take a pair of worn nylons, inhale the aroma, the scent of the Woman that wore them, and follow My instructions exactly. I’m going to make you truly addicted to My exquisite pantyhose and stockings, I will turn you into My devoted pantyhose bitch.
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I am pleased to announce that I placed 3rd in the Clips4Sale referral contest. Thank you all for being such amazing fans!
As promised, those of you who bought My clips using the referral link have a chance to win. Only 10 of My fans joined the contest (845 clips bought by them, in total). So lots of chances for them to win something.
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Being an owned and collared slave of Goddess Ezada Sinn is never easy. She is extremely demanding, as of course is Her absolute right as my Owner, and Her demands can change at any moment according to Her whim. Nevertheless, She has laid down some standard rules of protocol regulating the daily interactions between Herself and Her male slaves, by which they can to some extent hope to please Her with their obedience. These rules are strictly enforced and infractions always punished as part of Her methodology of re-programming the slave’s mind to total deference and submission to Her.
Yet sometimes, when Her mood is good or when a particular slave has pleased Her with his obedience or service, She can be very gentle and kind, which can deceive a slave into imagining that he has a higher status in Her life than just that of an object.
So it was yesterday when She decided that W/we would take advantage of the very pleasant winter weather to take a walk in a nearby park. She linked Her arm in mine and we walked together slowly along the side of a lake, mingling among the other couples and families who were also out for a stroll. i must admit that i was so proud to be walking in public with this divinely beautiful Woman on my arm, looking a million dollars in Her fur coat and leather boots, and proud to see how She so easily caught the eye of other men. In these circumstances, although i can never forget that i am Her slave — the weight of my steel collar and my chastity device are enough to ensure that is not possible — it was easy for me to overlook some of the smaller matters of slave/Mistress protocol as i walked proudly at Her side.
At one point i forgot, as W/we descended a short flight of stairs, to crouch deferentially in accordance with slave protocol such that my head was always below Hers. Of course, She instantly notices these offences and in the past would have turned sharply to me, fixed me with Her intimidating eyes, and said “20 whiplashes”, or whatever Her whim in that moment deemed an appropriate punishment.
However, on Her orders, i have recently acquired a remote shock collar, which She, before we left the apartment, had locked around my balls behind my chastity device. This was to be its first field trial. She had been in such a kind and relaxed mood as we walked together, chatting easily about whatever everyday topic came to Her head, that i had forgotten that i was still wearing this device. Still less had i been aware that as W/we walked together the remote control for the shock collar was in Her pocket, ready for use at every moment. As we descended the stairs the jolt to my balls was immediate and very intense. i bent double in shock as the searing pain passed through me. i knew immediately what offence i had committed and muttered humbly an apology for my forgetfulness. She smiled knowingly down at me and caught me with Her now angry eyes. “50 whiplashes, slave. I expect much better from You”.
i bowed my head deferentially in humble acceptance of the inevitable later punishment : “Yes, my Goddess. Thank You, my Goddess”.
O/our walk continued, now with me in a chastened state, careful to avoid a second breach of Mistress/slave protocol, my eyes constantly flickering nervously to Her right hand whenever it moved towards Her coat pocket.
Her mood was also now changed, and She amused Herself with delivering mild shocks to Her property at random moments, reminding me of my place. The automatic reaction from me each time was to thank Her and to recite the Mantra, in the hope of pleasing Her again with my submission.
As W/we walked over a small bridge, the path ahead of U/us opened up into a long straight formal garden area, over which the bridge gave a commanding view.
Goddess Ezada stopped walking, and i turned to Her to understand why, only to see in Her eyes and face the sort of expression which in more private circumstances would have brought me instantly to my knees before Her. “My slave, you say this device has a range of 1 kilometer? I will test it here.”
She ordered me to walk ahead along the formal pathway, bordered by ornamental brick columns, to the furthest column and then return briskly to Her prominent position on the bridge. Since i would be walking amongst the many other couples and groups of people enjoying the afternoon sun, in order to see me and to know that the device was working, She ordered me to raise my right hand high whenever i felt a shock. “Go!”, She commanded, and off i walked, bracing myself for the shocks that i knew would come, praying silently to Her to keep them only at the low intensity needed to test the range of the collar. i reasoned that if i walked quickly, there would be time for fewer shocks. But it is never advisable for a slave of Goddess Ezada Sinn to try to second-guess Her in his own interest. For a hundred or so meters no shocks came. Then, just as i reached a large group of strollers walking in the opposite direction, came the first searing flash of pain, at almost maximum intensity. i almost fell from the power of the shock, but managed to raise my right arm to signal to Her. i turned my head to look back to Her, and even at that distance could clearly see Her laughing with satisfaction at the power She had over me. i walked briskly on, of course now in terror of the next shock, a fear made so much worse by the not knowing when it would come.
As i approached the next group of people walking towards me, the next burst came. This time mercifully of lower intensity, but the effect of surprise anyway provoked the same instant, obedient reaction. My arm again shot up in acknowledgement of the pain. A pattern was of course developing. It amused Goddess Ezada to humiliate me to maximum effect by zapping me at precisely the moment when i was passing other people. And so it continued. The shocks came frequently, but at maximum intensity only as i was passing other people. i have no idea what they thought. Perhaps that i had some extreme manifestation of a nervous twitch. Perhaps that i had neo-Nazi sympathies! i was deeply embarrassed and humiliated, but had no time to dwell on those feelings as the next shock would come often only seconds later.
my Owner was zapping me now so often and so powerfully for Her own amusement, far beyond what was required to prove the range of the device. Humbly, and devotedly, i began at least to take some compensating satisfaction in the fact that my pain and humiliation was bringing pleasure to Her, which ultimately is the only way in which Her slaves can hope to satisfy Her. As the shocks continued to come, i silently thanked Her each time for the pain She inflicted, and began to recite the Mantra under my breath (and several times out loud) whenever Her finger on the button delivered its next stinging stimulus.
As i approached the farthest point of the path She had ordered me to follow, the shocks started to come in more frequent, rapid-fire bursts. my hand was at times shooting up and down like a piston, with scarcely half a second between the pulses. i assumed that She was summoning me back to Her, so i quickened the pace of the return walk. But the faster i walked the more and more frequently my Goddess zapped me. She later told me that the reason She began the quick-fire multiple pulses was that i was almost out of Her sight and She could not easily see my arm moving up and down. But as i came back into Her view, the rapid raising and lowering of my arm that She could cause at the press of a button amused Her so much that She continued to do it.
She was laughing out loud as i reached the bridge again and fell exhausted at Her feet, utterly broken and humiliated.
This was a walk in the park which was not exactly a “walk in the park”.
It is almost the end of the year. And what a year! In the first 3 months I traveled to 4 different continents, being served by My wonderful boys. By the middle of the year My long time wish became reality: I got pregnant with My twins. My personal slaves came to visit Me when I was too heavy to travel and My life was just as perfect. I missed several amazing events I was planning to attend (the Femdom Retreat, the Femdom Ball, Domme Trips) but it was a very small price to pay for expecting a girl and a boy.
On the 15th of October I was admitted to the hospital with high blood pressure and one week later I had to deliver My twins via emergency c-section due to severe intrauterine growth restriction of the girl. It was a hard period but, due to an amazing medical team, after 6 weeks in the hospital I went home with My healthy twins.
My insurance covered most of the hospital costs and thanks to My boys who paid for it (nuli, medor and pet), I had My private salon where I stayed with My personal servant. During this period My collared slaves and My devotees did an amazing job working for Me, buying My clips and amusing Me.
I am fortunate to have such amazing fans who keep buying My clips and kept Me in Top50 Clips4Sale for the entire period.
Thank you!
As I mentioned before, Clips4Sale is running a contest until middle of January and I intend to win it! Therefore every time you visit My Clisp4Sale store do it via www.EzadaSinn.com (the refferal link that can also make you win – see details). In order to buy My clips with My referral code and to participate in the contest, make sure to enter My clip store through the EzadaSinn.com link, have cookies enabled in your browser, and go directly to the clip purchase page, without straying, to make sure that the referral code is not lost in the process.
I wish you all Happy Holidays and a wonderful 2018 under My spell!
“taburet” is a talented fan on Mine. Being inspired by My domination style, and with My permission, he wrote this wonderful femdom story. The action is based in Romania, in the year 1995, and presents the times when Geri has been serving Goddess Ezada Sinn. Although a fiction, because “taburet” knows Me well, he managed to capture the essence of Me and at the time I read the story I felt like everything he wrote may have happened. Several wonderful good friends of Mine, like Madame Caramel and Mistress Evilyne, are also characters in the book.
Perfectly manicured long nails are always attractive, but there is something more to them, especially when they are extremely long and sharp. Long stiletto nails are a statement!
Just like high heels were in the 16th century proof that the person who wears them doesn’t have to walk too much, the woman with long nails doesn’t do housework. That’s what husbands and sissy maids exist for.
Putting clothes on, especially ones with little buttons, or made of very sheer materials, like stockings/pantyhose, can be a challenge with very long and sharp fingernails. But there is always a servant ready to help his Goddess in this matter.
Long nails are elegant but can be turned into a real weapon. No need for any tools when I want to scratch or pinch My slave’s nipples.
And, after the torture, My long nails can become tools to arouse My slave; the shiny upper part caressing the skin of My slave, My long nails being sucked and licked.
Several months ago I received an email from Geri. he told Me he feels inspired by Me and asked permission to use Me in one of his books. After reading the first parts of the book I told him I would be happy to be part of the story. Recently I received the finished book: Heirloom V – 50 Years in Bondage to My Family by Geri Wilde. I read it almost at once during a long flight, feeling Myself very aroused by his ability to capture the essence of My dominance, My preferences and My female supremacy philosophy. I never met Geri in person but he managed to present ME in his 5th part of the book in a brilliant way.
I want all My slaves, fans and devotees to buy the book from Amazon (https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N3QH1NU). It’s another way to contribute to the spreading of My female supremacy philosophy and My female domination ideas. Make this book popular on Amazon!
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