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.
I consider power exchange relationships natural and I don’t think it is important to find reasons WHY a male would choose to submit to a Dominant Woman other than the desire to please Her out of adoration and love. However, some of My boys needed to explain their desire to be submissive. What do you think?
1 – Humiliation
You like to be embarrassed or even degraded, treated as an object, as less than what you are, by a more powerful partner.
Examples: your partner pulls you with a leash in the street, gives you a slap or a spanking in a public place … Feelings of admiration, adoration, reverence, devotion, idolatry, for the beloved woman, that you compare easily to a “goddess” : as you love Her. it’s so natural to put Her “on a pedestal” !
2 – Service
You love to meet the needs of others as a good servant should do.
Examples: light a cigarette, bring a drink, wash the dishes, do the housework, offer gifts to your owner
3 – Masochism
You like feeling pain in an erotic and sexual context. Could be because some pains, mild or strong, excite you sexually (endorphin), or because you enjoy the psychological turmoil of having to suffer for the other.
Examples: being whipped, having your nipples torture
4 – Loss of control
You like to be out of your own control, you like having to obey the will of another, you like to have no choice.
Examples: bondage, pet play
5 – Emotional Security
You like to feel confident and in intimacy, not to have to make decisions, to be appreciated and cherished, the fact that it’s your partner – not you – who is responsible, to have the impression you have arrived to destination.
Examples : to feel ourselves protected; not to worry about spending and payments; to appreciate that your partner wants to keep you under control and to knoweverything about yourself and your life.
6 – Being defeated
You like fighting an attractive person who is stronger than you, physically, emotionally or mentally, and then, having lost that fight, having to pay the price or suffer the consequences.
Examples: fantasy of being hunted, chased for a long time, and forced; or a firm discussion with your partner until she forces you to shut up in one way or another.
7 – Being raped
You like the sensation of an extreme rape game and all that it implies: surprise, pain, fear, inability to flee.
Examples : scenarios of kidnapping and rape, sodomy
8 – Self-destruction
It is a mostly unconscious motivation, but it should be included here because a small but significant number of subjects are submissive for that reason. They feel despicable and abominable, so it would be justice if someone rejected them, hurt them or even killed them.
Example: permanent imprisonment fantasy
9 – Sexual Intensity
You like to flirt with danger, experience very intense emotions, feel so incredibly alive, be pushed to extreme limits of your ability to endure pain in all lucidity… You like it because it is taboo, vicious and perverse.
Examples: a simple curiosity (what can I tolerate or endure?), extreme S & M scenes, like scat play, very strong electric torture, branding with a knife or hot iron
10 – Fetish
You are attracted by certain objects, up to adoration of these objects.
Examples: latex, women’s underwear, dirty panties, smell and feel of leather.
11 – Narcissism
You want to be the center of attention. Each of your fears and wishes are listened to carefully by your partner, if not met. During sexual activity, you are often shown to other slaves and Mistresses, by a prestigious Dominatrix. She publishes “your” clips, your writing. In reality you are treated with care like a precious treasure !
12 – Spirituality
Some people consider pain and SM as a spiritual exercise, a way to grow spiritually
Example : stoicism, flagellants in the Middle Ages
13 – Intimacy and Love
This goes much further than the “emotional security” mentioned above. Many people yearn intimacy but not particularly security. Intimacy is sharing ideas and experiences, giving to a woman (someone) a substantial place in his head, confide her all your thoughts and innermost desires, good or bad.
Example : in the course of permanent SM relationship, special but very deep intimacy develops gradually. You love your partner, and you love the love your partner
might feel gradually for you.
Please, give your personal feeling about each possible motivation:
0=not at all, 1=very little, 2=a little, 3=actually, 4=a lot, 5=extremely
At the beginning of this year I visited the United Stated again, for 3 weeks. I highly enjoyed My trip to Nevada, Arizona and California, but since the trip involved many hours on the road, I decided to amuse Myself on the behalf of My slaves. 3 of My sissy boys received this kinky task. I enjoyed so much the humiliation My poodle endured, that I want to share it with you.
visiting the Death Valley
It does not matter how far away Goddess Ezada is, She imposes complete control over Her property. As Her slave one always has to be prepared to carry out Her tasks no matter what they are, or how complicated. When the task involves the opportunity for a release one knows there will be a catch. A release has to be earned by pain or humiliation. The task Goddess had sent would take 4 days to complete and a release was by no means guaranteed.
At the Clips4Sale booth at the AVN Entertainment Expo 2017, with My slave sit
Day One
The day begins with me putting on some panties, nice pink cotton ones. The first part of Goddess’ order. i must wear panties for the whole day, in the evening they will be my gag while i carry out the rest of the day’s instruction. The whole day at work all i can think about is that the panties i am wearing will be going in my mouth. Such thoughts certainly remind the slave of it’s place as Goddess’ property.
In the evening, having worn the panties for the whole day, i get started on Goddess’ task. Part 1, place the worn panties in my mouth. So humiliating, i cannot help but keep thinking of where they have been. Next i put on another pair of panties, a pink thong. Goddess instructed me they should be able to show up the precum well. Gagged and freshly pantied i begin the main part of the task, 30 minutes of teasing and edging. i begin with the clip with Goddess smothering me with Her red leather gloves. It doesn’t take long before i am at the edge, pulling myself back from cumming. By the end of the first clip the panties are already soaked with precum and there is still another 20 minutes to go. In the second clip Goddess demonstrates just how aroused leather makes Her. i tease myself along to the clip but, unlike Goddess, no cumming for me. Just a lot of precum and a lot of edging and frustration. By the end of the 30 minutes the panties are covered in precum and i am utterly frustrated and very very aroused.
The final part of the day’s task is to draw around the precum stains with a marker and send a picture to Goddess. i retire to sleep wearing the precum soaked panties as ordered by Goddess.
Visiting the Grand Canyon Park with slave sit. A candid picture.
Day Two
Waking on the morning of day 2 i am reminded of my task by the precum soaked panties. The precum has dried but it is a little humiliating to be wearing them. It is pleasant to remove them to prepare for work, but i know i will be wearing them again that evening.
The day’s task is similar to yesterdays, but with the addition of a butt plug. i must tease and edge myself for 30 minutes whilst wearing the butt plug. i take the biggest plug i own, lube it up and ease it in to my ass. It is big but feels like it goes in easily after experiencing Goddess’ horsie. i begin watching a clip with Goddess wearing a beautiful blue latex catsuit. It feels like Goddess is talking directly to me, teasing me. i get so so aroused, so close to the edge, but there can be no orgasm for me. Only frustration exists, and i must do a lot of teasing if i am to earn a release. i end up watching the clip again, such is the affect the clip has upon me.
Watching the next clip it is like Goddess is talking directly to me, except for one thing. In the clip the watched is instructed to cum in 10 strokes, but no cumming for me. It takes only a few strokes before i am on the edge, and so it continues. Edge after edge after edge. i lose count of how many times i pull myself back from the brink. By the end the precum mark is bigger than the day before. i mark the stain with the marker and send a picture to Goddess before going to sleep, yet again in the precum soaked panties.
visiting Las Vegas
Day Three
Day 3 begins with a feeling of déjà vu, i awake wearing the dried precum panties. They are a reminder of the task I must perform in the evening, if i needed one.
The task begins similarly to the day before, but, in addition to the butt plug, i must suck on a realistic dildo while teasing myself to Goddess’ clips. Once again i watch Goddess smothering me with Her red leather gloves. Remembering the helplessness in the monoglove, the teasing of my nipples and the struggle for breath under Goddess’ manipulation is so so arousing. Edge after edge after edge bring a huge amount of precum. The humiliation of the plug and dildo, combined with the clip pushes all the buttons Goddess wants.
The teasing and edging continues to a clip of Goddess pegging Her poodle. The memories of having my hole abused engender such feelings of submissiveness and at the same time arousal. This combination brings me to the edge multiple times, creating a huge puddle of precum in my pink panties. The day of edging and teasing ends with the precum marks even bigger than the day before. i mark the precum stains again and take a picture for Goddess. Going to sleep in the rather moist panties, i think about the final part of the task i will carry out the next day.
I had some lovely hot baths in Sedona, Arizona
Day Four
Day four, the day of reckoning. The reason for the marking of the precum stains is to establish what activity i must carry out. At the beginning of the task Goddess set the following conditions for day 4:
precum marks have same size: i will be allowed to cum but with toothpaste for lube.
precum marks bigger with every day: i will be allowed to cum using a toothbrush for stimulation.
precum marks smaller every day – tease and denial with no cumming.
Visiting the beautiful San Diego
i have done enough for a release, but it will not be a pleasant one. There is no pleasure without pain for Goddess’ property. i begin watching Goddess clips and rub my cock with the toothbrush. As i become more and more aroused, the head of my cock becomes more and more sensitive. i can feel every bristle of the brush as I move it up and down the sensitive cock head. The pain of the brush keeps pulling me away from the edge. i find myself going through a cycle, arousal, pain, arousal, pain. i’m convinced i will be unable to achieve a release, every time i am close the pain from the brush on my sensitive cock head makes it slip away. i persist, the pain in my cock increasing. Despite the pain, the arousal is such that i reach an orgasm. It is a painful, frustrating orgasm, as a slave’s release always is.
i send pictures to Goddess and tell Her i managed to cum while brushing my cock. Goddess is pleased, so i am pleased. i go to sleep content at making my Owner happy.
Stockholm syndrome consists of “strong emotional ties that develop between two persons where one person intermittently harasses, beats, threatens, abuses, or intimidates the other.” *
There is something very appealing for Me to feel in total control over My slave, to make him My prisoner for a day, a weekend or even for life. To decide everything that happens with him: working time, meal time, resting time. I decide how I want to use him and for how long, how he will be punished or rewarded for his actions. Feeling My slave totally broken down, ready to obey any command makes Me feel closer to him. And help him to feel closer to Me.
During the summer of 2015, I had the chance to join my Mistress in Her new home, in Germany, near Düsseldorf. I was delighted to be able to discover where my Goddess lives, to help Her move in and order the furniture, Her stuffs as She likes.
After two days of work, my Mistress was kind enough to introduce me to Her new city of Düsseldorf. We went into town with Her slave-husband.
It was a beautiful summer day with a light breeze. My Mistress was lovely, Her Roberto Cavalli dress embellishing beautifully the unique shapes of Her body, the curve of Her legs ending with the wearing of shoes Jimmy Choo splattering the cobbled streets of the city, Her perfect “chignon” reinforcing the brilliance of Her hair and Her designer sunglasses gave the appearance of a businesswoman reigning over the Rhineland. She took care to carry a riding-crop, which She carefully let out of Her expensive leather bag. Her charm was unattainable, Her beauty unalterable and Her power unrivaled. She emitted a force like a hurricane that carried everything in its path – She walked on water, on men, on the world.
For my part, as usual, I wore a metal chain closed by a voluminous padlock prominently on my polo. No doubt for the inhabitants of this city that I was under the right-of-way, under the yoke of this Sublime, intriguing Femme Fatale.
I was so proud and honored that I could accompany my Mistress in public, to walk slightly back, in the shadow of my Queen.
We went first to a department store where Mistress wanted to choose new pairs of pumps. Just before entering, She turned to me and with Her faint snap of her fingers, She pointed at the floor:
” purcelus, I want you to wait here for me, in front of the entrance, on Your knees, hands back till I finish My shopping “
I was surprised but without any hesitation, I kneel down on the floor and put my head down.
” be proud, slave, put your head down and show your devotion & happiness”
I was a little bit ashamed but also happy to be put at my right place in public. I am an Ezada’s slave. What’s better in this world? What’s more intense than to kneel in front of The Diva of Düsseldorf, the Queen of the Female Supremacy.
One hour later about, despite feeling the hurt on my knees, I was astonished by the come back of my Owner with her hubby carrying some big parcels. His gait, his pace, my last doubts flew away immediately. She is so great, so haughty, so worthy, so Divine. Waiting for my Mistress, somewhere, for days and nights, the deliverance is so unheard when She is back that we forget the long hours of waiting before the humiliating glances of passers-by.
I kissed her feet with so much love that my Mistress had to push me away:
“Enough slave, i want to sit now”
I move on all fours, my Mistress take her seat. She wanted to have a little rest after walking in the alleys of the shop. A few minutes passed and She wanted to try her new Hugo Boss shoes. While serving Her as a siege, I took an immense precaution to remove Her shoes without any movement. My Mistress wanting to use a fixed, motionless and comfortable seat. Several people stopped to immortalize the scene. To laugh with their friends or just to reproduce the same thing very soon.
Once Her new shoes were at her feet, She got up and we went for a walk in the pedestrian streets and then along the Rhine.
On the banks of the river, with a beautiful view of the Rhine Tower, My Mistress stopped on a bench to contemplate the view:
“Footstool, purcelus”
I executed myself and on all fours received the legs of my Mistress on the back. I must confess that it is a mentally intense position. You really feel your inferiority by being under the soles of your Mistress, but at the same time, you breathe the proximity of your highness and your utility for Her well-being. I could spend hours in this position privately, Madame working on Her computer or watching a movie to relax, but in public, it’s different. I think that my Mistress wanted to make me understand in the noblest of ways my place in society: at her feet, under her feet!
Under the eyes of the amused walkers, laughing, taking pictures under the joyous glance of Mistress Ezada, we stayed here about ten minutes.
I thought that my day, in terms of emotions and sensations, was over but my Mistress always knows how to surprise me when I least suspect it. A quality that makes her once again irresistible and makes me melt with love for Her. We walked to the busiest streets of the city with a number of pubs and bars where people gather for a drink outside in this warm summer atmosphere. I hardly recovered from my previous emotions when I came out of a staircase and saw his right hand making the signal:
‘Heel position’
I do not know how, or why, but without reflection, without the slightest hesitation, I began to walk on all fours, a step behind her. I concentrated on following the rhythm of her steps so as to be completely synchronous with her. I think she raised her head like a queen parading down the street. We approached a noisy place where many feet were close to us. I was subdued by Her feet, nothing around me could distract me, passers-by, the laughter of the people sitting at the bar, the laughing young women taking pictures, commenting on this surreal scene for them but so natural for my Mistress and also for me.
I could see nothing else than the legs of my Goddess. I am unable to say how many streets we crossed, how far I performed as a dog. I felt no bread in my knees, no mental discomfort to be thus transformed into a simple animal according to her Proprietary. I could go on like that for hours. My Mistress has the ultimate gift of propelling you into a universe where the surrounding world does not matter, you are totally bewitched by Her greatness, Her power, that you do not reflect, your instinct follows the least of Her steps, Her Gestures. You do not need to feel a leash drive you forward, you follow Her shadow, you are aspired by Her Absolute power.
I think the people of Düsseldorf immediately realized that it was not a game, a bet, but my life as a slave. She possessed such an intense charisma, a beauty so fatal, a look so imposing, a power so divine that day (like all the other days besides) that there was no doubt: She leads the world, the men fall to their knees, breathless, they are hypnotized by this first Lady. She needs no leash, no word, no gesture to drag me along in Her wake.
I continued on all fours and I heard nothing more to such an extent that my Mistress was surprised when She had to repeat me several times:
“up, up…up”
It was my turn to surprise Her. My lucidity, my envy, my devotion, my love were such that I did not think to get up, nor even today, nor even one day. My place was the same whether I was in the midst of the crowd or in his room, his dungeon: at his feet.
I was glad to see that I could not refuse my Mistress anything, that her gestures and sighs were marvelous orders to follow.
As for Mistress Ezada, I am sure that the city of Düsseldorf remembers Her, She left an indelible trace of Her grace, Her aura and I maintain the bet that all the men of the city will sooner or later kneel down thinking of my Goddess, our Goddess.
We ended the day with a nice outdoor dinner, at three. My emotions of the weekend were just beginning. …
I must admit that since this day i dream that my Mistress descends the Champs-Elysees, in Paris. I will not hold Her hand like in my teenage dreams, but I will follow Her back on all fours.
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!
I have been very horny lately. Probably because I spent more time watching Femdom clips, playing with hubby, or just because of the submission that My properties, slaves in training and devotees show Me every day. And when I am horny I have even more wicked ideas.
Five days ago I published a hot tease and denial clip on My C4S store. Most of My boys received orders to buy the clip and follow the instructions. Several others received different tease and denial or painful tasks. So yesterday they all were very aroused, frustrated and with blue balls. Just how I like to keep them most of the time.
And then one of My American boys reminded Me of the long time he is in orgasm denial. And then the inevitable happened. I was in the mood to play a little with their minds. Some mind fuck for My sexually frustrated subbies. I knew this would be great fun, but the results exceeded My expectations.
Yesterday evening I wrote this simple line to several boys I have in training:
“Would you like a release?”
And then the fun begun – for Me at least. Most were puzzled knowing Me already very well. I never ask them such a thing. It is Me who always decides when and how they are allowed to have a release.
I was in My bed, with My laptop, smiling while reading their replies:
“Maybe….” “I don’t know” “Yes! … No no! …yes” etc
I insisted on a concrete answer and inevitably they said “Yes”.
Many were, as very often men are, driven by their immediate desires, thinking with their silly dicks. We all know, this is NEVER a wise thing to do.
“Yessss”, “Da Stapana”, “Yes, of course, yes!!!!”
They probably thought it’s their lucky day.
My pantyhose bitch very wisely asked for My permission to remain chaste – smarter than expected from a novice I have in training for only several months. “I’m a little bit scared about the consequences if I’ll say yes. Please leave me locked in chastity, Stapana.” A pleasant surprise. I like him even more now.
My pink poodle said he would rather like to edge some more for Me – a very wise choice but somehow expected since he is in My training for over one year now and I have a very strong, special connection with him. The longer the training, the better My slave behaves.
A few boys were not online so no replies from them at all.
I tried to include one of My Twitter followers that is not in My service, but, due to mental chastity, he was not able to take part in the game this time.
My wonderful slave sit was not included – he is in long term chastity, he knows a release is not allowed unless it’s by my hand.
I ignored poodle and the pantyhose bitch for now. They will receive special, very pleasant tasks the following day, as a reward for learning to postpone their pleasure. Good things happen to those who have patience.
All the horny boys received this task:
“Start the timer on your phone. Wank for Me. Cum. The number of the minutes that it took you to cum, multiplied by 3, is the number of belt lashes you will apply on your bottom AFTER the release. Pain after an orgasm – yes, it will not be sexy for you. Back in chastity after.”
I changed a little the task for those who can’t afford to bear marks on their bottoms.
I started to touch Myself, getting more and more aroused with every red bottom picture I received. Small number of lashes: 6, 9, 15 – the proofs of their sexual arousal.
The experiment was finished, but not My playful mood. I requested a couple of My boys to perform more tasks for Me, according to the direction of their training: nipple torture, ass stretching, cock and balls slapping, etc. Taking pain or a dildo right after an orgasm is not the most pleasant experience for a slave, but the fact they are obeying My orders during the refractory period is the proof of their submission.
Feeling in control over their sexuality, body, mind, and seeing how much they are trying to satisfy Me made Me cum intensely with hubby licking My ass and the Doxy wand on My Sanctum.
I sent the question to 13 boys in total. 10 took part. 2 decided to postpone the release, the rest of 8 asked permission for a release. The vast majority of men were happy to cum NOW without thinking there might be a catch at the end. Expected somehow, isn’t it?
Of course, this can’t be considered a real scientific experiment, but the most important thing was the amusement I had doing it and, possibly, the lesson My slaves may have learned from it. I have been well entertained by My boys.
June 2016
Malaga airport,
on Friday, May 27th, 2016,
at 2:20 pm
Good afternoon Sir
« Sir », this is 001. The man in straw hat and dark glasses. A Moldavian living in Romania. I dare not call him by his registration number : he is very jealous of his authority!
– Hello 007. You have seen KURTZ? It’s done ?
KURTZ is a German dentist, and “007” it’s me, MEDOR. I’m number 007 in the Organization, and I am very proud of this number so well beard by Sean Connery, the British secret agent. Sean Connery is my idol ! I would like so much to be like him !
It’s done. You are fine ?
It’s okay. Let’s go. Follow me. Quickly. The Boss is waiting for us in the parking.
Some news of 004 ?
004 is my friend. He’s American, and I met him in Costa Rica. As he hates violence, travels, and field missions, we nicknamed him “SIT”
– We have seen him recently in LONDON, and in DUSSELDORF where the Organization has offices.
I annoy 001 with all my questions. I must not insist. 001 is not talkative!
Between us, we always use our registration numbers, like in spy movies. But, following 001 in the parking lot, I am thinking of the latest invention of the Boss: he would like to give us dog names. Yes, dog names! What an idea !
The Boss considers that numbers, James Bond style, it’s not very discreet. I don’t disagree : numbers, it acts secret agent!
I would rather be a German Shepherd, as they are glorious animals: I have one at home, and I love it. It contributes to ensure my safety when I go on mission. Not that he is nasty, he is gentle as a lamb, but it’s scaring !
Meanwhile, since the Boss decided that, I would be a Labrador … Go ahead for a Labrador
* * *
Arriving in the parking lot, I had the surprise of my life. There, sitting on the back seat of a BMW car, I saw a young woman, a very beautiful young woman, a slightly cold yet fascinating beauty. The Boss is a woman boss !
On reflection, it’s not so surprising, given the objectives of the Organization.
But I still hesitate, and say stammering:
You … you are the Boss? … Or will you lead me ?
My surprise makes her smile:
No, I’m the head of the Organization. The “Boss” if you prefer. The one and only Boss.
You should be flattered that I came personally to meet you at the airport : I had business to take care of in Malaga.
Come on, do not just stand there, looking at me stupidly : come on, and sit in the car next to me.
But first, tell me, have you seen KURTZ ?
Berlin, Alexanderplatz, May 16th, 2016
Good morning, Mister KURTZ.
Good morning, you are 007 ?
Yes
They gave me notice of your arrival. I must « fit » you up, as you will probably be promoted, and meet the « big boss »… You’re well oiled! He cares very much for preserving his anonymity! Imagine I neither had the chance of meeting him… after thirty years of good and loyal services…In a few words, I have to adjust a cavity in one of your teeth, and set down five grams of this powder. Must be a kind of cyanide. Then I will crown it all…. Thus, in case of trouble, it will be enough to tear up the crown.
Do you prefer I hollow a healthy tooth, or a tooth already devitalized ? With a healthy tooth, it would be stronger : I’d be more sure of the result.
A healthy tooth, I think, if it doesn’t hurt that much… But if my crown peeled of accidentally ?
First I am going to drill a tooth of the lower jaw. Furthermore you would have only to spit and rinse your mouth.
So stop panicking! The tooth is nothing. You’re very lucky, I tell you! My successor will take away all that, when you’ll go into retirement … if either …
In the BMW, May the 27th, at about 8:30 pm
Definitely I don’t like at all the south of Spain : some sort of deserts between mountains. However, the place where we are going now is rather green, as we are keeping to the side of a valley. And it has been raining a lot recently…
Sitting to the driver side, the Boss explains she wants to « become acquainted with me », and to test my abilities to serve her faithfully… without ever questioning her orders, and in any situations. That’s why she has created a Training centre near by Malaga.
We’ll be there in less than a quarter of an hour, she added.
I’ll get to know later that this « Training centre » is also the villa where she’s living, when she doesn’t travel all around the world. And what a villa ! Superb !
Saturday, May the 28th, in the Training center of the Organisation
Yesterday in the car, the Boss told me a lot about the Organisation. Obviously, she puts all trust in me, and that makes me very proud.
This morning everything going well, like clockwork. Lonely, the villa is located on the top of a hill, surrounded by beautiful landscapes.
I spend all my time between bathing pool, and kitchen duties.
As you have certainly noticed, I’m trying to get into favour with my Boss, giving her all marks of an extreme submission…
I don’t know what my idol – James Bond – would think of that, but it’s also for pleasure, for my pleasure. Finally, I like licking her feet. My boss is so nice and so beautiful !
Besides, here, they are all in love with her. Why not me ?
Bless me, Medor, you’re not falling seriously in love with the Boss ? Take care, Medor. Don’t put your foot in it. One must not mix trifle and toil !
Finally, if you want to be indulgent, and given the equally undeniable charm of our Boss, you could assume that 001 wanted to ensure the validity of above hypothesis ?
I have not told you that, in the Centre, wearing the kilt is mandatory for all male staff members. And we must wear a collar displaying our serial number. The Boss claims it’s essential to ensure safety, and to maintain discipline!
About discipline, I have the impression that the boss still distrusts me a little. It makes me sad, and I walk on eggshells…
During my recent assignment, in Thailand, Serbia, and Costa Rica, everything went very well, and I was qualified for our Boss compliments.
But earlier, in Algarve (Portugal), I got angry for a silly reason, abandoned my workplace, and almost gummed up the whole works. They had to replace me off the cuffs ! The Boss expelled me for six months, and I had to beg her to reinstate me in the Organization.
The Organisation has over 14000 registered supporters, and the la Boss is always very present. I know all about it. She is managing permanently 5 to 10 missions, and towards leading agents, she set herself the rule to answer always in less than 24 hours.
The Training center, Saturday, 4 pm
Meanwhile serious things/chores were to begin soon.
In the middle of the afternoon, my Boss came back from her room fully dressed in leather…
So beautiful and thrilling in leather !
She looked exactly what she is really : an heroine of spying movies… who would fall soon in the waiting arms of James Bond !
She talked for a long time with her assistant, a certain Miss Velvet, and with a man clad in red latex overall : probably a frog man, a combat diver in charge of setting mines under the bottom of hostile vessels ?
Then my dear and beautiful Boss sat down, and gave me a sign to come closer :
– Bring me the whip you offered me. It is in my bedroom, on the table, she ordered curtly.
Here, I must give you an explanation. In Berlin, when he gave me notice of being invited in the Boss’s villa near Malaga, I asked 001 timidly what kind of little gift I could bring to the big chief, for thanking him ?
I thought 001 was making fun of me, when he showed me on Ebay – with a little smile – a beautiful whip with a silver handle, intended for leading hounds while hunting. This whip was sold by an Englishman, and, if I was not myself a little English, I could suspect him of being a « serious depraved », knowing there is hardly any more hunting in England.
But 001 was very insistent, swearing he was serious, and that this gift would certainly please the Boss. So I bought the whip, and offered it to our Boss, while arriving, on Friday evening.
Therefore I went to her room, where I found again this strange gift. Then I came back alongside the swimming pool, holding neglectfully the whip in my hand, both excited and a little anxious… I thought she wanted to show her new toy to Miss Velvet.
You put a knee on the ground, and hold out both hands, when you present something to me, roared my Boss who added at once :
Now I will see if it’s possible to turn you into a good boy. Are you a mollycoddle, a yellow belly ? Do you fear pain ? Have you been whipped already ?
I don’t think so . No.
So I’m going to whip you.
I want to be sure you are devoted enough to me to endure humiliations and pain.
Sure you want to please me whatever would be the price !
I am going to whip you, on this pommel horse, alongside the swimming pool, in full sight of everybody !
You’ll understand I could not take pictures of what has been a major episode in my life.
That kind of “episodes”, unfortunately there have been others, many others. But that day, in Malaga, it was the « first time ». The one you will remember for ever !
She hurt me really bad. However, having at last dropped down her whip, she looked vaguely worried, when she asked me :
You suffered a lot ? It was endurable ?
And me, for pleasing her, I answered courageously… and stupidly :
– For pleasing you, I could take much more !
At that time my Boss seemed very satisfied. She made me a big smile, and put back her nose in her cell phone, for sending Tweets all around the world.
So I vanished in the kitchen to get over my emotions by devouring some pieces of chicken, and to finish the wiping of lunch dishes.
The Training centre, Saturday, 6:30 pm
Later in the evening, 001 appeared in the kitchen, armed with his camera:
Mistress wants to see you now, disguised as “little marquis”, with your wig and your kilt.
This expression “Mistress” I heard for the first time, surprised me, and I refrained from answering “again” !
I had not enough confidence in 001 to allow me that kind of joke.
So I put my suit of a Scottish gentleman in the eighteenth century, and came to introduce myself.
Here my cruel Mistress lifted my kilt and said :
We are going to start again: you do not even have marks, and now 001 will take pictures especially for you. In the future, when you go on a mission, you will take those pictures to remember you would pay dearly for disobeying me … Not talking of “treason”: you know I never hesitate to take decisions – let us say – “final”!
That’s where my serious « training » began.
A member of the Organisation must endure pain without flinching.
The Boss says it’s “a great proof of love towards her”.
To the wise, salvation !
This time the Boss hurted me horribly ! Over one hundred blows, at maximum force !
I could not help but cry. I still have marks.
However, when it was finished, my Boss seemed again very satisfied. I had not shown great courage, but I think she was pleased to have let off steam as well, and happy that I was not disputing her authority in any direction, even in my flesh.
The night from Saturday to Sunday
On Saturday evening, I have been qualified for an extraordinary sign of encouragement !
Instead of sleeping in the small building reserved for staff (planned to withstand a siege when needed, and built over a nuclear fallout shelter), the Boss get me into her bedroom!
You heard well, good folks, into her bedroom !
Arriving in her room, my Boss laid down on the big bed she shares with 001, to rest while resuming her busy bee work on the Net.
Look at those leather pants that molds her hips, thighs, buttocks … Great God, I love leather … and I love even more my Boss!
She excites me, the Boss! She does everything to arouse me!
Ah, if I was James Bond, for a long time she would have fallen into my arms !
But I’m not James Bond (the only things we have in common are the kilt and the lace shirt), and our night was wise. Wise but intimate ! We talked a lot. She talked about her life and her work. I understood better the difficult position of 001 within the Organization and with the Boss.
We really got acquainted.
I slept on the floor on a mattress at the foot of their bed. I fell asleep like a log, while she was still slogging with 001.
Training center, Sunday, May 29th 2016
Waking very late, after a good night’s sleep, strewn with erotic dreams on which I will not expand. On waking, I’m allowed to lick her toes by way of greeting. We had lunch outside in a nice little restaurant, and hang out at the pool.
However Madam has decided I was worthy to undergo the ultimate test, which would decide my future in the Organization : the cross!
And here I am, on the way to the mountain, dragging a heavy wooden cross. I’m exhausted and terrified. Madam is capable of anything, and her imagination is boundless!
There, at the top of the mountain, my feet together on a narrow platform and arms handcuffed to the branches of the cross, I’m supposed to remain suspended three meters above the ground, for an indefinite time … A kind of pillory reserved, she said to encourage me for the best members of the Organization !
For scaring me, my dear and sadistic Boss added
– you might be torn by crows! but I know she was joking.
Finally, she promised I will come back in two hours.
Two hours out in the sun, thereby suspended, it will be terribly long! But to please her, I kept my mouth shut, I accepted the challenge she gave me… and then she went down in the valley, leaving me alone, all alone on my cross. To suffer, and worship her in silence!
Miracle !
She comes back already … so fast !
All this scene was meant to break my will, and to test my courage, my desire to please her, and my ability to follow her in the wildest adventures.
My lovely Mistress said she was “satisfied with me”. I thanked her warmly, as appropriate after each crucible.
Ode to the memory of « 006 »
And then my Mistress told me that I was promoted to No. 006.
The former 006 was liquidated during his last mission in St. Petersburg, and I have to replace him in Russia, with contacts and drop points in Moscow and St. Petersburg.
Ex 006 was a good guy. A young and wonderful guy, a bit in the moon, but so nice! He was also an ideologue and a true scholar, who had already written two books tending to prove the female superiority. They distributed them free to members of the Organization, but I had no courage for going beyond the twentieth page. One day, in New Delhi, we slept in the same hotel room. He showed me his back: a horror! Covered with bloody marks … He explained, almost weeping, he was a coward, he had messed up completely his last mission, and the Boss had « punished » him. Of course 006 was a scholar’s seed. Not a man of action. At that time, I did not understand those tears, nor why he let her massacre him like that.
But now, I get on the other side of the barrier, and I understand better 006 attitude, and the reasons of this famous « punishment ». I know that the Boss is a woman, a wonderful woman! I’m sure she acted for the good of an unskillful agent she liked. A great proof of affection: she could – may be even she should – have ejected 006, but she wanted to keep him in the bosom of the Organisation.
001 gave me the name and address of the guy who wasted ex 006. A freelance, a self-styled friend of 006.
As the body of 006 has been found in the old town, in front of a bar, it could be assumed it was all about a drunkard quarrel that went to the bad.
But you never know.
In my job, you don’t take any chances, and you must ensure to be respected.
That doesn’t amuse me particularly, but arriving in St. Petersburg, I’ll have to destroy that guy.
A matter of respect and security.
Saint Petersburg
So, very soon, I’ll be a « Not governmental Secret Agent» in St. Petersburg.
The rub is that I don’t speak one word of Russian. May be an accelerated training immersion? We’ll see.
In the meanwhile, for entering the territory of the Federation of Russia, I’ll join a group of English tourists cruising on the Volga, from St. Petersburg to Moscow… When I informed my Mistress of this idea, she thought for a while, then declared that, if the dates were convenient for her, she would like to come with me, to guide my first steps, and to take a short holiday in Russia.
It’s marvellous ! I’m so happy ! I know quite well that my beloved Mistress wants mostly to make sure of the quality of my work, but she spoke also of “holidays” ! Some holidays with Medor, with myself !
In the Organisation, 001 is the only one who speaks Russian fluently. It would have been extremely useful to have him under my thumb. But I prefer one hundred time the company of my dear « Mistress » ! Speaking of my « Mistress » (like 001), I should all the same ask her what’s her first name. It’s better and more discreet for travelling together. Otherwise, I’ll look at her passport on the sly.
As says Marc Lavoine in a well known song (in France) (1) :
“ Elle a les yeux révolver,
Elle a le regard qui tue
Elle a tiré la première,
M’a touché, c’est foutu “
My dear Mistress has « touched » me with the lash of her whip, of course, and « it’s over » because, from now on and for ever, I belong to Her !
Finally, for marking well my promotion, I was entitled to a kiss of my adorable Mistress. A kiss on the cheek !
An extremely rare honour : I’ll try to keep the mark of her lips on my cheek as long as possible , even if I cannot have a wash during three months… until our departure for St. Petersburg !
* * *
(1) – She has gun eyes, She has a killing look, She has shot first, Has touched me, It’s over
Next episode : « From St. Petersburg to Moscow »
Fantasy written by My collared slave medor inspired by Our/our vacation in south of Spain (May 2016)
This new slave has been in My service for 8 months now. But he’s not really useful for Me, not as a man. he’s neither bright, nor handsome, and has a small dicklet. So I don’t need him as a man, that’s why I am going to turn him into a dog, a bitch, to be more specific.
I have a specially designed latex outfit for him to wear that will force him to have his arms and legs bent to 180° all the time, keeping him in a correct position for a pet at the level of My boots. A nice bouncy tail and a dog mask will complete his transformation, and from now on he can only walk on all fours (in heel position, of course), bark and hump My leg. Good puppy!
Tease and denial is a never ending source of amusement for Me, especially when combined with cock and balls torture. I recently made a CBT instructions clip for “Mr. b”. I wanted him to wank (and cum if possible) while wearing Kali’s Teeth. he is a good boy, willing to follow My instructions exactly, but since the device is expensive (around 50 euros or more) he decided to make his own version. I liked his idea very much so I wanted to share it with you, boys. The approximate cost of such a device is 6 euro.
However you must consider that Kali’s Teeth are made from stainless steel and are not very sharp, so no matter how intense the pain is, the skin doesn’t get pierced. you may adjust the size of the DIY device to be larger, so the skin will not be damaged, or instead of thumb tacks you can use metal spikes.
Task: Buy 5 of My clips. Naked, knelt in front of My images, wearing the spiky cock ring, start wanking for Me. you are allowed to achieve an orgasm but only with the spiky cock ring on. you can use only your hand or a vibrator (massage wand). Ruin your orgasm for Me!
Send Me the order number (to prove you bought the clips) and a picture with your cock in the spiky cock ring and you will receive a surprise gift.
See how I like to use the kali’s teeth cock ring device in the clip “436 days worth of cum“
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