It’s the second day of the FemDom Retreat, and We, the Ladies, decided We want to enjoy both Our slaves and the exceptionally fine weather at the same time. When Mistresses Lilse von Hitte, Ava von Medisin, Devina and Me come out of the house, all dressed completely in latex and with Our big strap-on dildos ready for action, the slaves are waiting patiently in position, with their asses up, ready to be pounded. They are just meat for Our cocks, We just choose the ones We like and turn this whole thing into a real orgy: slaves being fucked up their asses, Mistresses enjoying it, and all this under the watchful eye of the “condom fairy”, always ready to serve a Mistress when She needs condoms, gloves or lube. Let’s see which slave will be able to better please his Mistress, which one is the biggest slut, and maybe he will get gang-banged by all of Us later.
Then it’s time for the best slut of Our outdoors strap-on orgy to receive her prize: she will have the honor of satisfying not just one cock, but all of Our cocks. We will put her on a sling and gangbang her until she just can’t get no more. Four cocks for this slut, taking turns to fuck her TS pussy deep and hard, just as she deserves it. From big to bigger, up to Mistress Ava von Medisin’s huge red strap-on that will make the slut moan in painful pleasure, while her hands and mouth are busy taking care of the other cocks. That’s what a good whore does – never leaves a cock unattended.
“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.
Factual account written by My slave purcelus after he served Me in Avalon Residence.
“I was waiting this moment for weeks. It was a dream for me to go to Berlin, not to visit the German capital but to discover one of the largest caves of Female Supremacy: The Avalon Residence.
The days preceding my departure, I sail on the Avalon website to harvest valuable practical information but mainly to start to shiver by where I was sleeping, I was going to stay in my penance waiting obediently my Empress. By dint of thinking, of fantasizing about it, I will have the great honor to live this experience owing to my Mistress.
I remember the day I confirmed Her my presence, She answered with Her mischievous voice, sensual with an ounce of sadistic pleasure :
” Maybe, it will be too much for you : be My prisoner, sleeping in the cold and dark cell among other slaves. you will not support it!”
Then She sketched an unequivocal smile. She certainly knew She will pushed my limits towards borders that I did not imagine.
She gave this sentence, also, I suppose, for two reasons:
– To challenge me because She knows I love the competition. Showing me that She underestimate my will to serve Her with perfection, it irritates my slave’s low pride and I prepare myself not to disappoint Her. I must admit that She likes to play with my competitor character for contest with other slaves, for example, to use the most of my body, my mind and my devotion. To be honest, I sometimes feel this need, but Her charm, elegance and natural superiority, everything is present for me to go beyond my limits and offer even more my body, my mind to the masterpiece done by my Goddess.
– To fear me several months ahead and dream about what will happen in Germany.
I landed at Berlin-Tegel airport in the late morning. The appointment is taken for 13 H at the Avalon residence. I could prepare my route to get me to the dungeon of Lady Marlon and Lady Mercedes. The airport is only 6 kilometers from the dungeon and it is the only noise you can hear from the deep basement of this large residence. I could take a taxi but I admit that I wanted to feel the tension, anxiety and chills go up gradually along my path.
Along the way, I find the beautiful landscape and I stopped along the Spandauer Schifffahrtskanal to realize a picture (in the waiting position, completely naked). I send it by MMS to my Mistress to show Her that I’m on the way and I think of Her, as always.
I finished my walking few minutes later, taking care to eat a sandwich. I prefer to prepare myself because I know I will not have anything to eat or drink for a very long time. My Mistress decide when it’s necessary to feed me. I confess that to increase the intensity of a “total power exchange”, it is essential to control the diet of Her slave. Nothing is more intense than to start being really thirsty or hungry and your Mistress decides is She will offer a precious spit or Her Divine champagne that can, at once, raising my slave soul, but also help me to keep my spirits a minimum. One day, my Mistress will feed me only thanks to Her fluids and human waste every week. I am sure that this day will happen and I know that i will belong to Her forever.
I arrive in the neighborhood of the Avalon Residence. My excitement is so great that I was to the Avalon studio and not to the residence. Despite I looked at the photos on the website and I doubt that I’m not in the right place but my Mistress made me lose my mind already when I feel Her presence so close. At the entrance of the studio, a very elegant Woman opens the door and asks me. She quickly understood that I was at the wrong door and She decided to take me with Her car at the residence. It was easy to know, but I understood later that this Woman so haughty and friendly, is none other than the owner of the premises : Baroness Mercedes.
We arrive at the residence. The door opens with a man, and I see my Mistress sitting at a table with Mrs. Caramel, Governess Painless, Fetish Liza and 3 other men talking, laughing. My Mistress is so beautiful, She wears jeans with Her famous “flat boots” and a black top suggesting one of Her pretty shoulders. I had not seen Her for nearly two months, and each time I feel the same, I fall in love. I thought it was due to the huge lack of sensation when I’m not with Her, but I feel that She is even more beautiful, day after day, month after month, year after year.
Baroness Mercedes says :
“I found this poor slave lost on his Way.”
My mistress answers :
“Idiot, idiot, slave”
and She slapped my face and forced me to kneel to kiss Her boots.
I remain kneeling and I met the other Mistresses, kissing their feet one by one. I confess I am still intimidated when I meet other Mistresses, ruling the world, especially when other men (not slaves) are there, sitting at the same table. But the presence of my Mistress allows me to overcome that shyness.
After brief introductions, my Mistress takes me to a small dressing room. She asked me to undress and leave all my belongings in a locker. I’ll meet them until the end of my stay. In each shelve, there is a prison uniform. My mistress preferring to see me naked, she decided that I will not wearing that uniform. Before undressing, I offer a gift to my Mistress, as always. For the occasion, I planned a small romantic speech in Romanian. My language and my pronunciation mistakes causes a scathing and chilling response from my Mistress during my love note:
“I understand nothing from what are you saying, leave this present here. Strip of, faster, slave.”
I think my Goddess was right, my Romanian was pitiful, but I doubt that She was also eager to show me Her power by transforming me into Her prisoner.
She puts me Her Collar, so synonymous of a total ownership.
Once completely naked, my Teacher tells me the gesture for the heel position and I’m in all fours, slightly behind Her, on her left. To humiliate me, She takes me to the dining room to kiss the boots of other Dominas.
“It’s time to go to Your cell, slave”
with a cold voice, Goddess Ezada tells in front of everybody.
I follow her with some difficulties due to some stairs in stone, metallic stairs … My Mistress makes me a short visit of the Residence : St Andrew’s cross, cages, inhabit different parts of first floor. On the ground floor, a large shed where my Mistress asks me to kiss Her boots and announces:
“Presents balls !”.
She gives me a strong kick in the balls. Like every time we meet; it is a ritual that indicates that now I will suffer for Her as long as She wants.
She shows me the different instruments (a little sulky, winch in the middle of the hangar to fix slave who could receive shots from very long whip …) Then she announces:
“I am in a bad mood, tired and displeased with the long road I did from Düsseldorf. You have to distressed me so that make me feel good by taking all the pain and humiliation i will inflict You”.
It was scary to hear my Empress saying those words. When She is happy, smiling, She has not a light hand to show me that She can transform me into Her object, Her piece of meat … But when She is in a bad mood, I expect the worst when She will expresse Her cruelty with no mercy on my buttocks, my back, my sex, my balls…
Then She pulls me by the ear to go down in the vaulted cellars of the Residence. She shows me the different cells much scarier than each other, I began to panic when my Mistress stops in front of the “famous black hole.” I do not know if I’ll be able to stay here for 48 hours. You cannot move, lie down. You can only crouch and wait.
Fortunately my Mistress leads me in the cell No. 2. A small cell of 1 meter wide and 2 meters long with a very narrow bed.
“It’s Your cell, purcelus, I hope You will love Your bed. Other slaves will come later, You are lucky to have the whole place for You.”
I answer timidly : “multumesc Stapana”
She shows me the infrared camera to indicate that She could watch me, keep an eye on me at any time. In addition, She said that there is a switch in case of i cannot support the isolation but She doesn’t know where it is.
… “Any way, You don’t want to disappoint Me, slave, so you don’t need to know ”
In a snap, I understand that I have to kiss Her lovely boots and then She gives me kicks in the balls to push me in the cell. She closed the door securely with a padlock and She walks away without any glance to me, so beautiful, so cruel, so dominant, laughing :
“Don’t you think that we will have a lot of fun here”
with a laugh that freezes your body from head to toe. She closes the heavy door to the cellar and cuts all the lights.
Anxiety takes me immediately. I plunged into the deep, impenetrable black with a manner so fast, so brutal. There is no window, light source in this space where the Women reign on, crush men who dare enter in this Keep.
I decided to lie down on my little bed and tries to rest there.
I don’t know how long I stayed there, alone, watching the little red circle of the infrared camera that continuously watches me. I quickly lose notion of time. 1 hour, 2 H, I don’t know. I start to become very aware of all the little noises that I can perceive. I must admit that in losing sight, my hearing takes increased responsibility to keep my cool-blood.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of my Mistress’s heels on the floor, upstairs, leaving the living room and going down by the metal staircase. No doubt, She comes to pick me to … I don’t know … to break me, to humiliate me … I don’t know.
I prostrate myself in the waiting position to the foot of the bed in front of the bars of my cell and I start to shiver. Goose-flesh wins me : the cellar door opens…
I do not know how long I stayed there, alone, watching the little red circle of the infrared camera that continuously watches me. I quickly lose track of time. 1 hour, 2 H, I do not know. I am very aware of all the little noises that I can perceive. I must admit that in losing sight, my hearing takes increased responsibility to keep my composure
Suddenly I heard the sound of my heels Mistress on the floor of the upstairs living room and down the metal staircase. More likely, she picks me to … I do not know … to break me, to humiliate me … I do not know.
I prostrate myself in the waiting position to the foot of the bed before the bars of my cell and I start to shiver. Goosebumps wins me: I mean the cellar door open…”
“sit” is one of My slaves from the United States, and he came to visit Me for 2 weeks a couple of days ago. I decided to film most of My interaction with him and post it on My c4s store – like a video blog of his time in My service.
The Ezadasinnism trinity: Goddess worship, orgasm control and whipping.
On the second day of his visit, I decided to test sit’s knowledge of his Goddess’s preferences and his ability to please Me according to them. I will make this into a game: sit will have 10 minutes for each of these activities – let’s see if he manages to please Me in this time.
How many days has My property cock been locked up? 435 days, oh My poor boy… Those balls are so blue, so huge, so full of cum. I love to tease him, see him suffer. he knows full well its My cock and My property to control and use any way I like. Yes, hump, hump between my leather clad thighs, slave. I love to see him squirming, I love to hear him cry. sit is so weak, so full of cum. Would he like to have an orgasm, I wonder? Should I let him have any pleasure, any release? Go ahead and beg Me sit, beg Me…
It’s time to proceed to the third of My favorite activities: whipping. It should also help with sit’s erection, as the chastity will go back on right away. As I want sit to look into My eyes when I’m whipping him, I will whip his front today. Is he ready to take My new signal whip (a gift from him) on his chest and belly? Can he take the pain and stand still, thus avoiding being hit in other places? he can’t cover his front with his hands cuffed behind his back. I’d say this is going to be tough…
…morning breaks on the third and final full day of my service to Goddess Ezada Sinn, this day would bring the sternest test i will face. The day beings with foot worship, i am in heaven as i look up into Goddess’ face while kissing Her feet. The ritual feels so intimate and looking up into Goddess’ eyes makes one feel so submissive and owned. There were many wonderful moments over the weekend but, as i look back now, it is the morning foot worship that i miss the most.
i serve Goddess coffee and breakfast before She begins to prepare Herself for the day. Goddess has a few sessions today and it is my task to clean everything up after each session, i try my best not to miss anything as i already have plenty of whip strokes coming later. During each session i wait patiently in the bedroom until Goddess has need of me. Every time Goddess walks into the room i look up and Her beauty makes my heart skip, Goddess truly is breath taking (in many ways, as i would find out later). After one of Goddess’ sessions She tells me what happened in the session, how much She enjoyed it, and that She wishes to re-enact it later. With that i set to cleaning up, one of the items i have to clean up is a latex sleep sack/body bag. As i am cleaning it i realise it is highly likely i will find out just how helpless one feels when inside.
During Goddess’ last session i am instructed to train my ass for Her. i have 4 butt plugs with me (for those who are interested they are from this set http://www.honour.co.uk/magnum-ease-in-anal- dilator-kit.php and it is the smallest one i didn’t have). i am to wear each plug for 20 minutes, working from smallest to largest, and post on twitter. i work up to the largest one, this one is 6 ½ inches (16.5cm) in diameter at the biggest point. As it nears the end of the 20 minutes Goddess’ session finishes and i am required to start cleaning, by the time i am given permission to remove the plug it has been in for an hour and i am feeling really stretched.
In the afternoon W/we visit Madame Caramel for tea. Goddess tells me i am to dress up in my pink outfit, i misunderstand and go to get dressed for the taxi journey. Boy, was i relieved when Goddess told me i was to put vanilla clothing on until we arrive.
When W/we arrive, Madame Caramel has a surprise for Goddess and i am taken upstairs to assist in this surprise. As it happens, i am to be the surprise, Madame Caramel has a wonderful pink maid’s outfit which i am to wear. i realize i should be embarrassed at the thought of being dressed so, but all i can think of is how much Goddess would like it. Soon i am dressed and ready to present to Goddess. i descend the stairs and enter the room with a curtsy, as taught by Madame Caramel, Goddess is delighted and Her smile is wonderful to see. Along with Madame Caramel’s 2 servants, i learn how to serve afternoon tea. i am very nervous as this whole situation is entirely new, but i desperately want to please Goddess. Afternoon tea finished, we clear the table and are allowed to eat. i am honoured with the gift of Goddess’ leftovers, it is an even greater honour when Goddess adds Her spit. Of course the food with Goddess’ spit is to be eaten first as it is most precious.
Afternoon tea over with, Goddess and Madame are relaxing. i am beckoned to kneel before Goddess feet and give Goddess a foot massage. This is not a skill i have any practice at, but Goddess explains how She likes it done and i believe i get a little better (but still in need of a lot of practice). i love kneeling before Goddess, it just feels right. i change out of the maids outfit and back into vanilla clothing before the next entertainment. Joris and i are to show how well we know the slave positions at Goddess’ command. We begin with following the verbal commands before moving on to just hand signals. During the hand signals only, a clicking sound is used to signal for us to look up at Goddess’ hands. Goddess seemed pleased with my performance, in particular that i knew slut position as this is not in the manual. Knowledge of the slave positions is very important to Goddess and this is something i have been practicing. i would suggest to any hopeful slaves to learn the positions well if they wish to enter Goddess’ service.
i would like to take this opportunity to thank Madame Caramel for the evening, it really was a most enjoyable experience and i learned a lot.
W/we return to the dungeon and, after i am allowed something to eat, it is time for me to face my punishment. i have earned no further whip lashes during the day and so i have “only” 100 whip lashes to face. Before this weekend i had never been whipped and the most faced so far has been around 35. i will admit to being scared, but i was determined to take the pain for Goddess. First i am put into a cage in the dungeon, Goddess turns the light out and leaves the dungeon leaving me alone in the dark to contemplate my fate. Lying locked in a cage in darkness allows one to contemplate what is about to happen, this only serves to increase the tension building inside of me. 100 whip lashes, i don’t think i will be able to take it, it sounds like far too many. i lie there going over and over in my mind how it will be, and it gets worse the more i think about it.
Eventually i hear the door open and Goddess walk in, Her heels click across the floor as She approaches. The cage is unlocked and i am ordered out. Goddess takes Her time, everything is done very deliberately allowing the tension to build as i wait for the punishment to start. my wrists are changed high above my head so i am stretched a little, i feel Goddess behind me as She comes up close. Despite the situation i can’t help but enjoy Her closeness, Goddess’ presence is intoxicating in any situation. Goddess asks me if i’m scared, my answer pleases Her as i admit that i am. Goddess continues to take Her time, clearly enjoying my discomfort and fear. The whipping starts, it is the same whip with which i received my punishment the day before. It is painful, but worse is to come. i count every whip stroke, the count reaches 10 and i receive a brief respite as Goddess pauses to come up close to me again, enjoying my tension. The whipping begins again, with a brief pause every 10. i find myself using the count of 10 as a way of getting through. The whip is changed to the rubber flogger that Goddess tested out on me, but the strokes feel harder this time. Every whip stroke burns, i count, i cling on grimly determined to get through and take the pain for Goddess. i am now looking forward to getting to 10 and the pause. Goddess alternates the focus of Her whip strokes, my ass, my back, my ribs. No area of my body is safe from Her attention. By 50 i am hurting, my hands are clenched tight and i feel like the tension in my body can be sensed for miles around. There is still 50 more to go and the single tail whip to come, i have no idea what this will be like but will soon find out. The pain of the single tail whip is very different to the other two whips. It seems to be a more intense pain, more focused, but it doesn’t have the burning feel that the flogger does. The sound of the single tail only adds to the tension. The whipping continues in sets of 10, with Goddess coming up close against my back, even in the agony i enjoy Her touch. i repeat Her mantra to Her, it helps, focusing me on why i do this. “i worship You Goddess Ezada Sinn, i belong to You”. The count reaches 80, everywhere seems to hurt but there are just 2 more sets of 10 to go. “i can do this, focus on who you do this for”, i think to myself. The count continues, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90. My moment of relief is broken as Goddess continues, it feels much worse without that brief pause but i hang on for all i am worth, my hands are clenched so tight i am surprised my fingers haven’t dug holes in my palms. Finally the count reaches 100, everything is on fire. Goddess unchains my wrists and pulls me to Her, holding my head, comforting me. i am not ashamed to say i cried, i was so determined to hold on, the tension in me so great that the release of it brought tears. Goddess tells me She is pleased with how i took it and i feel pride. i am in pain but that no longer matters, i got through it for Her. i am sure there will be more painful whippings in the future, but this was my first real test and i got through it. This is what it means to belong to Goddess Ezada, to sacrifice oneself in pain to prove your devotion to Her. i worship You Goddess Ezada Sinn, i belong to You, never have those words felt more true than that moment.
With the punishment over it is time for Goddess to have some fun. Of course Goddess enjoyed the whipping, but this has aroused Her and She wants to re-enact the scene from earlier in the day. First i fetch the latex body bag that i cleaned earlier. The bag is laid down on the bench against wall and i lift myself up onto it. Before i am fastened into the bag Goddess collects a medium sized butt plug, it is a bit longer but not as thick as the large one i had been using earlier. Despite the earlier training ireally feel it hit home as it is fully inserted. Once i am plugged Goddess fastens the bag and i am helpless. It is an arousing feeling, the slickness of the rubber against your skin coupled with being completely unable to prevent Goddess doing whatever She wishes. The body bag has some convenient access points at the nipples and the groin. Soon my nipples feel Goddess’ attention as clamps are attached, these bite into my nipples but the pain in my nipples is also arousing. Goddess plays with nipples for a while, enjoying my expressions as She increases the pain. It is now time for Goddess to prove how much control She has over Her (my) cock. She teases me, bringing my to the edge time after time before stopping before i cum, it is a sweet torture, but torture nonetheless. i am about to learn about ruined orgasms first hand. Goddess continues teasing me, the tension builds and builds then, just as i am about to orgasm, Goddess stops. i cum, but there is no orgasm for me. my first ruined orgasm, but certainly not my last, not even my last that night. Goddess starts with the teasing again, again She expertly builds the tension, i am desperate to cum. By the time Goddess is finished, i have had 4 orgasms, all of them ruined. That is the most i have had consecutively, but Goddess tells me Her record with one of Her slaves is 11. Goddess collects the Doxy massager, i’ve had my orgasms (albeit ruined), it is now Goddess’ turn. She gets up to sit on my chest while using the massager. i feel Her weight on my chest, taking my breath away. i watch Goddess getting closer and closer to orgasm, wishing i could be involved but unable to do anything but lie and watch as Her pleasure increases. Very soon i get my wish to be involved, Goddess moves forward until Her crotch is by my face. The submissive feeling as you look up at Goddess from this position is amazing, i am just there for Her pleasure. Goddess sits on my face and i am in heaven, i can smell Her arousal as She uses my nose to bring Her pleasure. As i said earlier, Goddess is breath taking, and never has it been truer than this moment.
Goddess’ arousal sated, the session is over. i have suffered pain and ruined orgasms, but the session has been amazing and i would not change a thing. The marks on my body will show for days, but i wear them with pride, to suffer pain for Goddess Ezada is something to be proud of. i clean the dungeon, wash the body bag and hang it up to dry before going into the bedroom. Before bedtime Goddess wishes for a foot massage with some massage oil. i feel very privileged to be able to provide such a service to Goddess Ezada. i don’t start off very well, but Goddess explains how i should do it and i think i improved and in the end Goddess was happy. With a kiss to Goddess’ feet is time for sleep, Goddess lies down in Her bed and i on the floor.
The next morning starts with the foot massage ritual. i do this with mixed feelings, i love worshiping Goddess’ feet but it is mixed with the sadness that this is my last morning in Her presence. i serve Goddess coffee and breakfast for the final time. Once everything is cleaned up and packing is all done, it is time for us to part. Goddess tells me She is pleased with how i served Her, i am now a slave in training for the next 100 days, if i do well i may be collared. i am elated, nothing would make me happier than being Goddess’ collared slave, but i know there will be many challenges involved. i kneel before Goddess so my collar can removed “your collar is removed, but My ownership of you continues” Goddess tells me. i leave to get the train back home with a skip, my head is all over the place, but i am on cloud nine.
The weekend was truly the most amazing time of my life, never has Goddess’ mantra rang more true.
Tonight I want to go to Club Black Whip in London for their monthly Femdom party. A place where men are whipped, among other things. And this slave that I have here, strapped to the whipping post, is the lucky one to accompany Me tonight. A real whip slut, the favorite of all the Mistresses there, always able to please Us by taking lots of pain. I heard he was whipped by 11 Mistresses at one party. The event today will be attended by around 20 Mistresses, as I heard, and I am going to offer him for a whipping to each and every one of them. So before we go, I am going to whip him hard, to prepare him for what will follow later. I will give him100 lashes of My fearful Russian whip, I will fill his back and ass with bright red marks that will be very visible even in the darkness of a party, showing every Lady what this slave is for. Whipping, lots of whipping.
After 6 months of distance training I decided to meet poodle for the first time, in London. he wrote the story below while waiting for Me in the airport.
you’ve been in Goddess Ezada’s distance training for several months, followed Her orders, tried your hardest to amuse Her. Then you receive the message you’ve been waiting for “I want to meet you in person soon.” For me, this seemingly simple message was enough to fill me with a whirlwind of emotions anticipation, nervousness, excitement & arousal.
As the day draws nearer the excitement increases, but the nervousness comes with it. A plethora of thoughts and doubts go through your head; “will She like me”, “will i be able to prove myself worthy of Her”, “can i take the pain She requires”, “can i serve to Her standard” and the main one of all “please don’t let Her down”.
It is the day before our meeting and Goddess calls, i jump at this unexpected honour. Nervousness kicks in, but it is coupled with excitement. Goddess has such a beautiful voice it is impossible not to be captivated by it. When the word dungeon comes up the nervousness comes back. The dungeon was expected, but what will the reality be? It is the unknown which most scares us but we must not allow it to cripple us. The phone call ends and i find myself thinking about Our/our meeting and the excitement comes back. The anticipation of being fortunate enough to serve Goddess makes me smile. i think about what She might do, the things i have seen in Her clips and excitement is back.
There is, however, an underlying doubt. i’ve trained using a large butt plug but will it be enough? i’ve seen some of Goddess’ strap-ons and they look huge. i’ve been training my nipples with pegs but will it be enough? Will i be able to take enough pain for Her? Can i serve Her well enough? All of these thoughts go through my mind but the thought of proving my worth to Goddess galvanises me.
It is decided that We/we will meet at the airport as Goddess likes being met at the airport. Paramount in my thought was “do not be late”, so I travel through the night arriving in London 6 hours before Her flight is due to arrive. As I wait for the bus Goddess sends me a message “in 24 hours you will be asleep at My feet like a good poodle”. i smile, I have been sleeping on the floor in practice but to be near Goddess’s feet is something I have dreamt of.
As i sat in the airport writing my thoughts as ordered by Goddess it is just 2 hours until Her arrival. i am struggling to contain my excitement. Goddess post a picture on twitter, She is at the airport dressed in the most amazing leather coat and my heart skips a beat. She looks so beautiful, i can’t believe i am actually going to meet Her. Excitement is now overcoming nervousness, this is after all the moment i have been waiting for what seems like the whole of my life. It is now just an hour until Goddess Ezada is scheduled to arrive, the anticipation is killing me. The minutes seem to pass so slowly. Another look at Her image makes my heart skip. i don’t think i will believe this is happening until i am kneeling in front of Her. Just ten minutes have passed but it seems like hours, what will i do when i meet Her? i stand at the meeting area in the airport and i see Goddess arrive, but She has not spotted me and sits down. i approach Her, totally unsure what to do. Goddess puts Her hand out, I kiss it and everything seems right. The most amazing weekend of my life has just begun…..
The longer a slave actually serves the Goddess Ezada Sinn, the firmer you realize this journey is no longer any flight of fantasy, it is concrete reality. Her imposing dominant power sits weighted on your shoulders, back and the chest like a heavy snow bound winter coat. The gold key displayed around Her sun tanned neck, perched just above Her perfect breasts, is the only means of escape from the weighty steel chastity cage hanging between your legs.
You the slave have …
No key to hold.
No power to wield.
No chance to lead the way.
Deference to Her will is no longer play; it is who you have become 24 hours a day. The only choice you make is one to obey without question, without hesitation, without doubt, or delay. There is but one bearing you respect in order to remain a slave by Goddess Ezada Sinn’s side. Learn to embrace your inferiority under Her superiority. In private or in public, when spoken with directly by Her voice or a simple gesture of Her hand, a slave of Hers does not waver and waffle, you instantaneously do as you are told.
i have studied the ten submissive male positions repeatedly. i’ve read and reread so many of Her writings and posts. Honestly i felt that i was making positive steps forward. Suddenly, an unexpected turn in the road appeared.
It transpired by the pool one early afternoon. Goddess issued a simple two word command, “Follow Me.” She walked around to find a secluded patch of grass hidden from view of anyone else nearby. “slave sit down on your ass, legs out in front.” Silently Her hand under my chin spoke, “Look up at Me.”
Goddess straddled my legs with Her smooth, muscular, and shapely lower limbs. She inched slowly into my elevated chin and bald head. She serenely lifted the short hem of Her red latex minidress.
“Open your mouth. Drink my nectar slave, I have to pee.”
So it came to light. Goddess was carefully gentle first with Her stream, then applied more force as She desired. Here, i am in some suspended state of animation as i swallow as quickly as possible. Her warm champagne splattering on my lips, some precious drops running down my chin onto the front of my shirt. Her holy sanctum just inches before my face. Is this moment for real or just a dream?
Her hand tenderly shakes Her sacred flesh, and Goddess takes one scant step backing away. She reaches down to pull my stainless steel collar upwards so my eyes meet Hers. They are swollen, ablaze with fire. She speaks softly but in a very direct and purposeful tone. “What was that slave?” i tremble in repose, “A gift dear Goddess, a sacred gift.”
A warm smile broadens across Her lips. “sit, I have decided to train you to become my toilet slave. It will take time for you to learn to wantonly consume every bit of my champagne without spilling a drop.” my furrowed eyes trace down and inspect the dribbles down my shirt, then look back upwards silently to the Woman who owns me body, mind and soul.”
“Good boy, you understand, now heel.” Immediately, i assume the position as Goddess leads U/us back to the pool. She finds an open cabana and lies down to bask in the sun. Her hand taps the open space besides Her and inaudibly commands “wait position.” Her slave gingerly crawls up and complies.
With my head buried down on the white sheets underneath U/us, Goddess leans over and whispers wetly into my ear. “Before I am done sit, I will also inculcate in you a scorching yearning to eat my caviar. Don’t worry how, I have my ways.” She exhales into my eardrum, and my body fidgets and shakes.
The unexpected turn in the road has been taken. There is no turning back now.
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.
Merry Christmas everyone! I know I am happy. Since launching The Christmas dicktree contest I received 19 entries from you. I liked to see your little (some tiny!) pricks covered in glitter, tortured with pegs, full of colorful decoration. Yes, it was very amusing for Me.
Thank you all for the support: My lady friends re-tweeting My post and encouraging/ordering their slaves to send their dicktree, My slaves, fans and devotees sending Me their pictures etc.
I liked most of the postcards. Some of them were very nicely done but the quality of the image was bad. Some pictures were in very good quality, nicely edited but not … humiliating / painful enough.
It was impossible to decide for just one winner so here is the list with My favorite entries and the prizes they won:
1st place – winner of the Christmas dicktree contest – French bitch pierre – winner of a custom POV clip
I like the slutty outfit, the attention to details (meerkats holding the sign for example). A bit to the humiliating side – this image really cheers Me up.
2nd place – licker len – winner of a dedicated POV clip filmed for him but with the topic decided by Me
I liked the locked dick, the pegs decorated for this special occasion (I heard it was painful to keep them on, hehe). Pretty arrangement, nice decorations. I am very pleased with this one.
special prize – slave stian – 5 free clips (of his choice) from My c4s store
This would have been My favorite picture if he didn’t forget the sign with My name on it (I believe I wrote the instructions very clear!). Again pain (angels used as weights to pull the balls) and humiliation (that little pig is hilarious). Nice outfit (is that latex?), picture of good enough quality.
If you didn’t win anything this time, there will be other contests that I plan to organize in the future. So follow Me on Twitter, subscribe to My blog and maybe next time I will be more impressed by your efforts.
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