She is a divine goddess, while the buildings are the counterparts of her male-victims. They are insignificant besides Giantess Ezada, their mighty mistress.
She is a femme fatale to them, making them smoke, burn, reel, explode, collapse, all types of decay. Smoking and fire of her victims show their excitement, by her mere presence, her threat, caresses or by tap of her foot. Reeling and structural damage are the signs that she breaks them, their ego is wounded and they are enslaved to her.
This kind of damage usually combined with fire: breaking and enslavement are often exciting to her male victims. This leads to ruin: explosion is their ejaculation, which is always ruined by Mistress Ezada; and when a building explodes under her foot, it is a major structural damage.
Finally, collapse is the end of the victim: fully destroyed ego, death, perhaps suicide, and if still alive, cannot think anything else than her executrix. Mistress Ezada rarely destroys them directly to utter collapse; if only she feels resistance and she must demonstrate her power.
Usually she kindles them, sets them to fire by evil exciting, malicious but sexy acts, then leave them behind agonizing helplessly. She leaves a trail of destruction behind her; damaged, burning building-males show her course.
When the letters of the English alphabet come together in the most beautiful arrangement, they yield the word ‘Ezada’ which is the name of Goddess Ezada Sinn, the Almighty. She is the lone Creator, Preserver and Destroyer of the entire cosmos and everything in it.
Just as for Her chattels(slaves), She controls the motion of all stars and planets by the mere gesture of Her hands. It is She Who uses Her whip and makes the winds blow.
Just like all Her other worshippers, She created me with the dust of Her feet. i prostrate before Her for She gave me this life to witness and worship Her divinity.
Like the tiny drops of water in rivers and lakes ultimately flows back to the ocean, where it belongs, i too want to lead a life of constant service and prayers so that some day, with Her grace i return to the place where i belong, under the most sacred feet of my Deity, my Zeita.
Vore fetish and chastity – such an interesting combination, right? This is made by Space. he told Me there will be a continuation and it will be published on https://aryion.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=88&t=50312
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“John was a guy who had confidence with women. He was a reasonably good looking guy and was on a stag do with his friends from the UK. They had chosen to go to Cologne They’d had the usual day that men usually do on these trips, strip bars, visited the red light areas, had far too much to drink, and generally making fools of themselves, whilst thinking they were cool. It was around 9pm and the group of guys went into a bar. Whilst the others continued to do shots, John had noticed a woman, who was alone, stunning, and at the end of the bar on her own. He was tipsy but not blind drunk and decided to approach the lady. Fortunately she spoke english and rather well. He offered to buy her a drink which she accepted. He asked her name. She replied, “Ezada, I am actually from Romania.”
John was mesmerised by how beautiful she was. In his mind he knew exactly what he wanted to do to this goddess. She was asked many questions as John was intent on chatting this lady up to the point where he hoped to get lucky! All the other guys were on the pull, he thought he had a chance of really hitting the jackpot. He discovered Ezada was into personal training as she described it as well being a film producer. After about an hour of chatting John plucked up the courage to say, “do you live nearby?” Ezada replied, “yes, would I be right in thinking you want to come back to my place? Ok, if you do, I must tell you now, I am not your everyday woman, I am very demanding, if you come with me now I will change your life forever.” He could not believe his luck. The best looking woman he had ever seen in his life was asking him back to her place. He of course accepted. As they left Ezada said, ” I am giving you the chance now to go. I have warned you I am very demanding. Once you enter my domain you will be back again and again. You will have no choice, but also want to.” John replied, ” look, Ezada, you are gorgeous. Of course I want to come back. I am a single guy. I’m not cheating on anyone. I want to be with you. And without being cocky, the sooner I get back to your place, get naked, I’ll do anything… anything you want. I’d do anything for you! I’d suck a bloke’s cock if you asked me too. Christ I’d be your slave! Anything, lets just get back to your place.” Ezada replied, “Really. Oh good.” The taxi ride was only a 5 minute ride. John paid and they went into the flat. John walked up behind Ezada and started kissing her neck. He was pushed away and told, “all in good time, lets have a drink first.” Two glasses of wine were poured. Ezada was aware of exactly what John wanted but was going to give him the shock of his life. She discreetly dropped a very strong sleeping pill into John’s drink. He took the drink and they carried on chatting. Before long John could feel his eyes closing, and as much as he fought it, fell asleep very quickly.
John started to wake. His eyes heavy, but slowly opened. The room was dimly lit, he realised he was laying on a bench and felt a little cold… he was naked. He went to get up but realised he could not move. He was tied down and started to wonder what the hell was going on. He remembered Ezada and called out her name rather loudly. With that the door opened. There she stood. Leather boots, seamed stockings, leather corset with a bust that would excite any man and a different look to the one John had met the night before. He said, “Ezada, what the hell is going on?” With a wry smile, she replied, “Never again shall you call me Ezada. I am Mistress Ezada. I am a Dominatrix. You are now my slave. I gave you the opportunity to go. I told you if you came here your life would change. You said you will do anything I say. You accepted. Now you have no choice. Your new name is slave and you will do anything I say without hesitation, you exist to please me. You will accept I own you. Your cock is now my property. I decide when it is used. You will only speak when I ask you a question and you will always answer inserting Mistress Ezada into any reply, you will accept punishment and thank me for it. If you do not know it already, you will learn that men are inferior to women, your purpose in life is to please women. Yours is now to serve me.” John replied, “wow, i’ve heard about this kinky shit, I always wanted to try it, wicked, yeah i’m game!”
With that a crop appeared from Mistress Ezada’s side and a firm stroke was applied to John’s cock. “Mistress Ezada! Mistress Ezada. You will use that everytime or you will be severely punished. Already you forget. You are a pathetic specimen and I know you are going to be hard work. You will soon realise, this is NO GAME as you say. I am a lifestyle domina.” John in his mind still thought it was part of a act. He felt the pain of the crop but in the back of his mind had visions of fucking the most beautiful woman in the world. He said in an almost patronising tone, “Sorry Mistress Ezada, I accept I am now your slave and you own my cock, i’ll do anything you say, but I will say this, I can’t wait for you to get your lips round your cock as you call it. And when you decide you want your cock to fuck you, it will be the best you’ve ever had.” Mistress Ezada turned away, walked to the cabinet, took out a box and walked back to her new slave. A slave who had no idea exactly who this stunning woman was or what powers she had. But he was going to find out. She grabbed her new property and said, ” so slave, you told me you are single. How often do you masturbate this pathetic dicklet?”
John replied, “everyday Mistress Ezada, at least once, but usually more, 3, 4. I even wank at work in the toilets. I watch porn on my phone. I suppose I do it too much Mistress Ezada.”
Mistress Ezada opened the box and took a brand new cb6000. The ring was placed under the new slaves balls, pins attached and the tube inserted over her new property which was trying to get erect. After some firm pushing the cage was in place and the padlock inserted through the locking hole. Mistress Ezada now had another slave and owned another cock.
She said as the padlock was clicked shut, ” well slave, you won’t be touching let alone wanking that pathetic dicklet unless I give you permission. Do you understand slave?”
A worried slave said, “yes Mistress Ezada.”
The new slave was unstrapped from the bench and lead on his hands and knees to the throne of the beautiful Mistress Ezada. A collar was placed around the slaves neck and he was informed how honoured he was to be allowed to wear this.
Soon the new slave was instructed to lick Mistress Ezada’s boots. This slave had lead a life of thinking he was superior to women. He had never done this before and it showed. There was no effort and no realisation of what a privilege this was. Mistress Ezada decided her new slave needed a quick education. She lead him to the corner of the room and attached his hands to a hook on the ceiling.
“Now slave, I told you from the beginning, you will be punished whenever I choose, and especially if you are not doing something right. You will now get 20 strokes of my whip. You will count them and be grateful. If you are not, you will receive another 20. Understand slave” The slave replied nervously, “yes Mistress.”
The strokes were applied, heavily, causing deep marks, but considering the slave was new, taken well and followed his instructions and thanked his new Mistress. In his mind he was beginning to realise how real this was.
Mistress Ezada unhooked the slave and lead him back to her throne where he knelled at her feet.
Mistress Ezada said, “well my new slave, I think you understand you are now mine. I own you. I think in time you will be a good slave. I don’t think you ever imagined this but now it has. If I said blowjob to you I expect my property would start getting hard. Yes.. Of course it would.” Slave of course responded with, “oh yes please Mistress Ezada.”
The slave was instructed to stay where he was. Mistress Ezada left the room. Two minutes later the door opened and she walked eloquently back to the throne with a male slave on a leash on his hands and knees. She sat and ordered the slave she had lead in to stand. He was of course locked in chastity. She took a key which was attached to her necklace and opened the padlock and removed the chastity device. The slaves cock soon began to respond to its release.
Mistress Ezada spoke. “Slave, you have been locked in chastity for one month so I think it’s time you had a release.”
The slave was obviously excited and thanked his Mistress.
With that she turned to her new slave and said,” right, slave, that blowjob, will be you sucking his cock! If you say no, complain or dare refuse, I will beat you with the cane until you bleed. You will suck this cock for me. You will enjoy it and if you do it well, I might let you have a blowjob before you go. From him.”
I decided to start yet another blog entries series – Femdom web comics. This idea came from one of My servants, frank, and initially I intended to do it for My other project, The House of Sinn. My new devotee, slave stian, won 5 clips at the Christmas dicktree contest and since I knew he knows how to use a photo editor I gave him the task to transform some of My clips into comic strips – just to see how it will look. I was so pleased with the result that I decided to publish them and more over, to make a series out of it. Let Me know in the comments how you like it.
A little alphabetical fun whilst I was day dreaming of You today!
A is for Authority. Her authority in Her pets lives is calm, assured ant totally controlling.
B is for Beguiling. Her natural beauty is beguiling, bewitching and mind boggling.
C is for Chastity. Whether mental or physical Mistress is in absolute control.
D is for Discipline. Her slaves must be totally disciplined in their service to Her. Mistakes and failures are intolerable and lead to strict discipline until corrected.
E is for Ezada. Exquisite, enchanting and exotic. The world’s leading Female Supremacist.
F is for Feet. Mistress’s divine must be worshipped, pampered and massaged daily by Her subjects.
G is for Gift. We are grateful for the gift of our gracious Goddess.
H is for Heels. And killer heels. Mistress possesses a dazzling array of leather and patent leather boots and shoes just waiting to be worshipped by Her salves tongues.
I is for Intelligence. Not just physically stunning Mistress also possesses a sublime mental beauty.
J is for Journey. Once a slave embarks on a journey of discovery under Mistress Ezada’s control his life suddenly has meaning and purpose and becomes complete.
K is for Kiss. Whip kisses. The kiss of Mistress’s whips induces feelings of great joy for the slave knowing he is giving pleasure to his Mistress.
L is for Leather. What else! The sight of our Goddess dressed from head to toe in Her favourite leather must rank as the eighth wonder of the modern world.
M is for Mesmerising. Her mesmerising presence will cast a spell on you. One from which you will never want to escape.
N is for Nipple. Your nipples become Her Playthings, Her toys, to squeeze and tease for Her pleasure.
O is for Orgasm. She will have multiple orgasms at your expense. You, if lucky, will have a very occasional ruined one. Orgasm control is one of Her specialities.
P is for Passion. Her passion, your pain, Her pleasure. Simple.
Q is for Queen. She is Queen of all She surveys, the absolute monarch in in the Queendom of Female Supremacy.
R is for Red. Her favourite colour. Whilst She looks regal in black She looks ravishing in red.
S is for Sanctum. To worship Goddess’s Sanctum is the greatest honour that can be bestowed upon any slave.
T is for Torture. Her beauty and Her style will torture your mind and soul. For ever.
U is for Utopia. Her utopian view is of a Female led society where a male’s only usefulness is to serve and obey. Perfect.
V is for Voice. That voice, so soft and sensual yet demanding and strict.
X is for X rated. The best X rated Femdom clips on the Internet in Her Clips4sale store. Now ranked in the top 25 studios in the world!
Y is for Yearning. Once you have experienced Mistress Ezada your yearning to serve Her grows by the day.
Z is for Zeal. We are zealous in our pursuit of Her guidance and Her control. We know it is the perfect way of life.
There’s been several months already since I have a new slave in training. I call him “sit”. Because he is a tool for Me, because he is below Me, because he is useful to Me, because he is always there, waiting silently for Me to use him when I want. I am pleased with My sit and this October he will serve Me in person in Costa Rica, at the DommeTrip event. I like when My slaves in training share their stories with everybody – this is the best way for My fans and followers to learn how I like to be approached, served and how I like to train My slaves. If you like the story below, read also his amazing blog.
“There are instances, when Goddess Ezada plainly pulls me to my knees, in utter surrender at my weakest of moments. She claws and rips my mental fortitude and physical skin bare to the bone. The reasons are numerous why Goddess rattles my cage; Her eyes, Her smile, Her figure, Her wardrobe, Her whippings, Her dominant Female stature, Her vicious imagination, Her sadistic glee, it seems Her sit could go on and on without end eulogizing Her virtues.
One of the first videos She ordered me to watch, was one She created for Her “stiletto nail bitch.” i remember every moment of that video so vividly. Her long stiletto nails, meticulously painted in brilliant hues of purple and adorned with detailed white flowers and pearls. Goddess kept weaving Her hands methodically around in front of the camera lens. Those fingertips caught my fancy, yet Goddess had me locked in chastity while viewing the video. i am sure She knew, well ahead of time, that the cock cage would prove confining, restrictive and painful.
Her nails glistened, entranced, and captured me. Her hand movements waxed hypnotic and completely mesmerized me. Her slave’s cock was swelling, bursting, and erupting at the seams, with no relief in sight. Still Her nails pulled me in deeper and deeper, to a place of utter capitulation and defeat.
There i was, completely vanquished, overwhelmed, and conquered, with my head tipped back, neck exposed, mouth opened, and dry. Goddess’s own eyes revealed the depth which She has just raped and emasculated my soul. The smile on Her lips haunted me with the truth of my resign and surrender. The five points of desire, in each hand, held me like a ball about to be tossed up into the air, a toy to be fetched. Her stiletto nails grabbed my soul and left me breathless and exposed.
There are some nights, after evening altar’s worship, where i just can’t shake the image of Her stiletto nails from my mind. i silently beg to feel their magic touch upon my skin, the pressure of their sharp pointed tips pricking into my dermis, torturing my flesh. Her stiletto nails personify Her already magnetized female lure and temptation.
Goddess Ezada’s nails drive me to the weakest place a slave-in-training can inhabit. A locus in which nothing else matters but Her control and Her ownership of me. Her stiletto nails help drive me deeper to the point of no return and ultimate abandon and servitude under Her rule.”
“I knelt before Lady Ezada Sinn, helpless and naked. She was absolutely amazing. She was dressed in her fetish best—a tightly-cinched black corset, black seamed stockings with garter straps, sky-high heels, and long, black, elbow-length gloves with a large jeweled ring on her forefinger. She reminded me of an evil Queen—Lady Macbeth or the Queen who tried to murder Snow White. Incredible, powerful sensuality, with a deadly look in her rouged, hypnotic eyes. I fixated on the thought of her executing me—preferably by strangling me. I had begged her to pretend to kill me and had traveled all the way to Romania for the experience.
“Please, Goddess Ezada, will you strangle me with your gloved hands…will you pretend to kill me…please…please!!”
“Ohhhhhh, my dear pet, of course I will. But first you have to pay a price to your Fetish Queen. Look at me, slave. Have you ever seen such an incredible combination of beauty, sensuality, and perversity? I love the way these stockings feel on my legs—the wishing sound they make when I rub them. I so love the bizarre…you must submit to enslavement and degradation at my beautiful hands. I have such twisted plans for you—HaHaHaHaHa! Now follow me—on your hands I crawled behind her, admiring her height and her power in those heels and the way her ass swayed. She led me to a well-lit room with a full- length mirror. There was a chair in front of the mirror. She ordered me to sit. I was shivering—but excited.
“Mmmmmmm, look at your cock swelling already.” She began stroking it with her heel, rubbing it up and down the bulging veins in my cock. “I want to see your worthless cock weeping pre-cum. I know how to coax it out of my slaves.” Soon I gave in to the sensations and my pre-cum began to ooze…”Please, Goddess Ezada, please let me cum…When are you going to strangle me? I came all the way from America-it is all I have thought about.”
“Awwwww, tsk, tsk, my American slave is so desperate. But not right away…I want to have some fun first. I want you to adore me in the most bizarre way…starting with my perfect ass. And I want to observe everything I do to you in my mirror.” She walked around me so I could drink her in…her black fishnet stockings, her garter straps, her black corset—so intoxicating. Now I could see that she wore matching black thong panties, exposing her naked ass and pussy. She licked her full red lips and they glistened in anticipation. She turned her amazing, beautiful ass toward me, moving her black thong to one side, spreading her cheeks and pushing her moist crack into my face as the garter suspenders bit into her flesh…my cock wanted to explode…”Now lick and kiss my ass…bury your tongue deep…lick the inside of my divine ass clean. Make sure you tongue my beautiful ass pucker.” I did as she commanded, licking and kissing, pushing my tongue in so deep…it smelled and tasted so funky and strong…What a sensation it was feeling the texture of her asshole…
”Do you like my fragrant ass? Would you like to be my living toilet paper? It’s so energizing how I can use my beauty to debase and degrade another human being.” I nodded my head as she pushed my face even deeper into her ass…I was having trouble breathing, but I was never so aroused and I wanted to cum so desperately…
Mistress Ezada removed my head from her ass and ordered me to sit in the chair. My cock was coated with moist pre-cum and I wanted release so desperately. Her ass scent was embedded in my brain. She circled me, smiling…she was so cruel and omnipotent. “When I first read your email begging me to “pretend” to kill you I was hesitant. After all, this could be very risky…but the thought of how it would feel to take someone to the brink of death…I just couldn’t resist.” She stared into my eyes with her hypnotic gaze…
“Do you want to cum for me, slave Marco?”
“Yes, Goddess Ezada!”
“Do you want to suffer for your Fetish Queen?
“Yes, Goddess Ezada!”
“Do you want to die for me?”
Yes, yes, Goddess Lady Ezada, oh, please…please…kill me!!”
Then Fetish Goddess Ezada sat on my lap and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. “Would you like to taste my spit, you worthless slave? Now you can quench your thirst with my saliva.” The Goddess laughed lout loud, grinding her ass into my swollen cock. “Open your mouth wide, slave!” I did as I was told…I could see Goddess Ezada working up a load of spit…then she stood up and positioned her beautiful, full, wet mouth above mine…she opened her mouth slightly and drooled out gorgeous ropes of spit, hitting the back of my throat…I gulped it greedily…I felt so privileged to be consuming the spit of my Fetish Goddess, Mistress Ezada.
This went on for a few minutes…I enjoyed the addicting taste so much as well as the feeling of my free will and dignity being disintegrated by such a stunning, world-class fetish dominatrix.
Then Goddess Ezada began caressing me with her black gloves, making sure to rake my face with her large ring. “Do you like my
gloves, slave? They are black satin…so smooth and warm. Look how they go all the way up over my elbows. Can you see my beautiful nails through the material?” As she finished smoothing the gloves, she ground her ass into my cock, making me want to cum again. “Don’t I look devastating in these gloves? Do you know what I’m going to do with these gloved hands, my sweet slave?”
“Please, please, please…strangle me with them! Kill me with them!”
“Your Divine Fetish Queen will now grant your wish.” Goddess Ezada slowly squeezed her fingers around my vulnerable neck…pressing tighter and tighter…I could feel her growing wet from the excitement as she breathed heavily…her hypnotic eyes were so alive as I gasped and gagged and my own eyes widened in desperation…As I felt about to pass out she would loosen her grip, sadistically allowing me to regain my senses…then she applied her death grip again…and again…and again…She actually laughed at my suffering: ”Ohhhhhhhh…I can actually feel the power flowing through my fingers as I choke the life out of you…what an indescribable rush!”
I gasped and gagged, reflexively trying to pry her hands loose but it was useless…she smiled widely and tilted her head, fascinated and aroused by how my body was reacting…I could smell her excitement at the prospect of finishing me…”I may actually strangle you to death, you worthless slave…no “pretending”…you are about to get your secret wish!” Goddess Ezada pressed her thumbs into my carotid artery and I saw stars, gasping and gagging and spitting…I panicked because she was really going to commit murder—my murder. I struggled at first but I felt myself going under…slowly fading…giving in to her…”Mmmmm, I want you to cum as you lose consciousness…can you feel your brain starving for blood as I squeeze your carotid artery? Are your lungs burning from lack of oxygen?” She laughed at how pathetic and helpless I was. “Look how your eyes stare…the life slowly going I could feel her wetness growing…white light…my eyes fluttering…my tongue dangling, which she mocked by sticking out her own tongue and licking my face as I struggled. My body went into spasms as she mercilessly squeezed harder…I heard her moaning with pleasure as my skin turned red then blue, and my arms and hands dropped limply by my sides…She watched in the mirror, in love with her image and her almighty power, rubbing my slimy hard cock with her ass.
She continued to squeeze and I felt myself about to cum…autoerotic asphyxiation, brought on by the most powerful and beautiful fetish mistress and goddess…She laughed as she felt my cock spasm under her, ejaculating my warm cum as I passed out. But then
she wondered—should she really finish me off? She had such a willing slave at her command…a slave she could use as human toilet
paper…force to drink her golden nectar…and, yes, command to lick the cum from her divine body…or perhaps suffocate with a plastic bag…Perhaps do all this in front of a live audience! Indeed, Goddess and Mistress Ezada Sinn had more ideas on how to degrade and enslave me—what…would…she…do?
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Finally, collapse is the end of the victim: fully destroyed ego, death, perhaps suicide, and if still alive, cannot think anything else than her executrix. Mistress Ezada rarely destroys them directly to utter collapse; if only she feels resistance and she must demonstrate her power. 
