This will usually be the second position he will assume after Waiting. His hands behinds his back, at least stripped to the waist (if not fully naked) he will present his body for your inspection. Make sure that he holds himself very straight, doing a hollow back, in no case bent forward or with a round back. His whole body must speak of tension, readiness, awareness, attendence for you.
The meaning of the Mistress’s gesture to symbolize the position is obvious. Her two opening and closing fingers silently say “Spread your legs … make yourself available for My inspection”.
People often ask Me whether I think that punishment is an art. I sure think it is. It is incredible what You can achieve with people by administering the right punishment to them. With punishment it is like with everything else in life. It needs some talent, it needs some knowledge, it needs some education, it needs quite some practice and most of all it needs passion. I have really been inspired by the concept of “mirroring punsihment”. That concept dates back into the middle ages. It is basically based on the idea that the punishment should reflect the wrongdoing. Thus justice will be like an echo to the injustice committed by the delinquent.
To give you a simple example: If a slave would disturb Me by sending an unrequested WhatsApp message in the middle of the night, I would forbid him to contact Me by mail or message for a certain period. “Embargo” I call this. The isolation I sentence him to reflects the offense of the unallowed communication.
This is of course only a very mild example to illustrate the concept. I can sure do much better. Like simon, My young slave, had to learn recently. I had allowed him to invite Me to the French Riviera. A privilege for sure. I know that there are so many other slaves out there in the waiting room knowing about his luck and grinding their teeth in envy.
But on the third day simon seemed to have forgotten about the luck he had and how he had to behave when with the Goddess. W/we were driving around in his car in Nice, he was looking for a parking space and couldn’t find one. So he then started swearing around in French. Swearing aroud like a sailor with Me sitting right next to him. How could he dare? The offense was obvious. I have to be in control of the situation, not his anger. Always. By letting his anger guide him he was disdaining My status and integrity. A no-go for sure.
I remained very calm at all the time while he was yelling around. Browsing My phone actually. To tell you the truth it did not make Me feel unpleasant at all – but I can’t allow this kind of behavior in front of Me. So once he had stopped, I announced him with a very calm voice that I would later make him remember forever that I am in control, not his anger. I told him that he must remember this and that I would for sure make him remember. I did not even look up from My phone while talking.
After having made that announcement I started to completely ignore him. That was the ouverture to the punsihment. If he puts his anger above My sublimity, he has to do without my attention at all. (I knew that he would soon start to beg Me to punish him at once because he just cannot stand to live under the threat of the announcement and even more so in the state of having fallen in disgrace – he was thinking probably of some whipping but My plans sure were different. So I ignored his whining for My whip and told him to shut up.). So he was forced to walk idly behind Me for the rest of the afternoon, following Me unadressed and in silence. While I had a nice little snack at the “Lé sejour Café” he had to wait for Me outside. Standing at the door where I could see him, so that I could be sure that he did not make any nonsense or entertain himself in any way. To be of just some little use to the Female gender I told him to open the entrance door for every woman entering or leaving the café.
Back in the hotel room it was time to give him what he deserved. I went to the bathroom and changed clothes – I prepared the camera for some filming as well. he was in waiting position all this time. For the inteded punishment I needed just a little requisite, nothing special really, but at the same time very effective. Unfortunately in the hotel room there was just a little piece of solid soap. But is was ok, it would do the job it had to do. After I had changed into boots and an animal print dress that simon just bought for Me, I ordered him to come closer. Open mouthed. I told him that I would now clean his mouth of all the dirt and filth his swearing had left behind. Then I rubbed My hands with the soap to prepare some foam to then wash out his mouth with. Of course he was not allowed to rinse it with water. Finally I stuck the soap into his mouth. Told him to keep it there.
After I had washed his mouth I gave him corner time. He had to kneel in the corner, naked and with his hands held up in the air for one hour. Again a simple thing, but you would not believe how painful this is for the delinquent. The most sadistic part was when I told him after the punishment, when he was coughing and gagging on the soap and really struggling with his sore throat that My brother, as a little boy had been close to death because he accidentally eaten some soap. A true story actually, but a big difference between a 3 year old boy and a young grown up. I also told him that I had never done this sort of punishment before, which was true and that I was not sure wether he will be all right, but that I did not really care as he had also not cared about My well-being in the car. What poor simon did not know, of course, was that I had read in the past a lot about the tremendous effectivity of the mouth washing and had been fascinated ever since to try this on the first occasion.
he was really trembing in pain and agony and fear and I was just laughing seeing him like this. he deserved it. he was so scared that he asked Me if I wanted to kill him. My answer was just a laugh in his face. After 10 minutes he threw himself at My feet telling Me that he deserved the punishment and I could do with him whatever I wanted, kill him if I want. Oh, this is what excited Me the most. Seeing him scared, knowing that I am mean, toxic for him but he was still begging for more. Addicted. Like all of them are. I was so aroused, the situation turned Me on so much … I got My single tail from My handbag and started to whip him and then I came over and over again, one orgasm rolling over Me after another, many of them, countless. I ended up lying on the bed playing with Myself for hours and just denying him any pleasure at all. Wonderful.
The clip shot during this punishment can be found on My clip store
The next day he was as soft and obedient as a little puppy, trying to be as good as possible. he was the paradigm of attention and advertency towards Me, really. And now, after several weeks, he says that it was in fact a good experience, because he feels now closer to Me than ever.
So, not the beautiful landscapes or the magnificent buildings of the Cote d´Azur made My trip. Not the gifts from My slave or the fact that he really tried to impress Me. But the fact that he, like all My slaves, can’t resist Me. Whatever I do to them. That I shape them with My punishment. Stii, nu-i asa?
This is maybe the most important of them all. At least the one that you will use most often. Because as W/we all know the slave´s live is waiting and he sure will do so in Waiting Position.
The position of the head and the hands is of paramount importance here. Face down on the floor, palms up. By opening his palms to his Mistress the slaves shows his openness, his readiness to receive whatever she has to offer. Never let him get away with showing you the backside of his hands when in Waiting Position. I really cannot understand why so many people get that simple thing wrong.
The gesture translates the message of the position into body language. The Mistress´s hand says, “get down and then stay where you are”. The moving hand subdues the slaves body but at the same time is also protective, it says “submit to My power and show that you are Mine.”
Remember, I talked about the slave communicating with his Mistress in the beginning? This is a perfect example how he does. his open palms showing upwards match Her palms facing down. If it goes right, there will be a flow of energy between the dominant palm and the mirroring submissive palm. The body of the slave communicates his submission to the Mistress even though he does not speak, of course not. he will never speak when in Waiting position, this is an absolute no-go. Speaking would destroy his tension. he will not even be allowed to look up when in waiting position.
People often ask me about communication. How important that is to Me. Well, it sure is. In fact I think it is the most imporatant things of them all. Without communication there is no interaction. Without interaction, there is no Femdom.
Now in Femdom, the communication is mainly a top/down thing. The Domme acts and the slave reacts. But not only, the slave also communicates with his Mistress. Even if he is not talking. Constantly he does. His body speaks to her. If she is able to understand that means.
But let´s start with the Mistress first. Naturally her communication will be giving orders mainly. And it is of such utmost importance that the slave understands those correctly and then immediately reacts to them. I really cannot stress this point enough. It is the basis of everything. Mistress and slave will only be able to reach this ultimate goal of total power exchange if this basic understanding is there and works.
So for the sake of enhancing the interaction of Mistress and slave I have put together a manual of basic orders that I think are crucial for every Domme/sub relationship. This is not just a play for a session in a dungeon. It is for real. For Me, this is the way I communicate with My slaves. It is our language. Always, everywhere.
In general he will first have to learn that he is always “under” Her. In a spiritual sense and – to demonstrate and also reinforce that in his head – in a very practical sense too. So that means that his head will always be beneath the Female, he will always look up to Her and She will look down on him. It shall never be the other way round. If that is not possible, for example because you are walking around in public, he shall always be behind his owner, never in front. Remember: She leads, he follows.
You will be surprised of the big impact that simple rule will have on your interaction.
The Domme shall see that he carries out the orders exactly as they are defined. His ultimate goal will be to succesfully do so. This is why I have enclosed photos to show the exact performance of the positions. I expect every slave who applies for a session with Me to know these commands by heart before he comes to see Me for the first time. They are simple enough to be memorized even by an unenducated male dog. If he does not, I´ll kick him out. Period.
Every order can be given in two different ways: By a spoken command or by a silent gesture with My hands. The spoken command is just simply the name of the position, the gesture is shown beneath on the photos. If I want to use the gesture, for example when in public, I announce that with the sound of a “clicker”. The clicker is a very useful simple device used in dog training. It makes a short clicking noise that My slaves are conditioned upon. Upon hearing this specific sound they will immediately get down on their knees (if not in public) and look at My hands to “read” from there and then follow the given order. This is very convenient because it allows Me to direct them precisely even over longer distances without the need to yell around. The clicker is a perfect stimulus, it tells the slave that I am just about to interact with him, it raises his attention and sharpens his senses. Ever seen a dog pricking up his ears and swaggering his tail when called upon? That´s the idea.
These positions are designed against the natural comfort of the body in order to increase the slave’s focus on the position of his body and make him feel more vulnerable, at his Mistress’s mercy.
photo by drysin
The Positions Competition
I will now publish the first ten basic positions, one by one. In order to enhance the learning process, there will be just one post every week. That shall give the slave enough time to practice hard and really learn and remember every position.
Those slaves that are collared by a Mistress sure will get enough motivation from her to learn fast and well. For those, not being so lucky to be owned and enslaved I have thought of how to accomplish even more learning success. So, finally I had the idea of a little competition, that is open to everyone: Just send Me an e-mail with the photo of you being in the position of the week until the next Friday after it has been published. Amongst the slaves that have sent in their ten photos completely and in time, I will choose the three best. These three lucky competitors will then be invited for an online final via Skype. The ultimate winner will earn a free session with Me in Bucharest or a city I will be visiting during the next six months after the final. This should well be motivation enough to get you all practicing.
The OWK has long been closed but its ideas still live on. I’ve had wonderful experiences there years ago and have ever since thought about how to revive this paradise of Femdom in the flesh, even if only for a couple of days.
This is where the idea of the Femdom Summer Camp was born. I will host a gathering of leading dominant females accompanied by their slaves in a beautiful mansion under the warm sun of Portugal. This Femdom realm will come to life in September 19-26 2014 (the participating ladies to be announced).
Single men are not allowed. Uncollared slaves can only attend accompanying a Mistress.
Have you ever dreamt how life under Female reign will be like in reality? This is your unique chance to find out.
There is still a small number of vacant places and I will give away those on a “first come, first serve” basis. So if you are seriously interested write Me an e-mail to info@mistressezada.com and ask for details.
This is first and foremost a Female and not a male event so there will be no possibility for single males to attend. It is however a wonderful chance for every submissive male slave to invite a Mistress to a very special event.
If you are a single male looking for a Mistress to invite and sponsor or if you are a Mistress looking to be invited by a slave, I might be able to establish a contact. I have received quite a few single applications so far that I could bring together.
For the avoidance of doubt, there would be no obligation for the invited Mistress to enter into any kind of interaction with the inviting slave if she does not feel to do so. Inviting a Lady would just get the slave the entrance ticket. All the rest is completely up to her.
So if you are single and wish to find a contact, let me know.
I was so moved to receive this beautiful drawing for My birthday from the wonderfully great Sardax. It is not only that he surprised Me with a gift, I was so moved because he captured My lifestyle so brillantly in this work of art.
I am One. A Female Supremacist, a Mistress, a Goddess. And the male subs out there in their waiting room, they are hundreds and thousands. Submissive creatures drooling on the other side of that huge glass window. Able to see Me but not able to communicate with Me. Waiting for Me to reply to their mails and tweets and calls. Craving to be blessed with My attention. They are virtually licking the glass. Day and night they lick. They cannot stop licking.
But as you can see on the picture, there is just one slave together with Me in My room, allowed to serve Me. And he is so happy. Look how he bends down so I can pat his head. W/we cannot see his face because his face does not really count. he himself does not really count. What counts is what he does for Me.
I give My attention to those who count for Me the most and I select those very carefully. Firstly Female sisters of course, other Dominas who share My views and believes and pleasures. Then My personal servants and slaves, slaves that I meet regularly, slaves that pamper Me with gifts and tributes etc. If someone wants more of My attention he must work for it. This doesn’t happen overnight. And My lucky slaves who have earned the privilege of My attention know very well what it took them to get there. And they are happy that they did.
So, thanks once more Sardax, for making this eternal.
Can you see the handle of My bull whip lurking in My purse? Always in sight for My slave, always ready for action… A constant promise of pain.
And, then, My finger: Pointing down to the ground. This is not just a pose for a photo. It is an unmistakable command. The finger speaks to My slave in silence. It says: “Kneel down exactly here where My finger tells You to.”
True obedience is to kneel down and worship, always, without a second thought. No matter where that then might be. In My dungeon or somewhere in public, right in the middle of Retiro park.
My slaves for sure won´t hesitate. Would You?
So if you think you wouldn´t: Stay tuned for My “Manual” to be published in February and learn everything You need to know about female commands and how to follow them precisely.
Me and My slave in leather. There is no other material like it. Leather is Femdom and it has been for centuries. The way it looks, it feels, it smells. Black Leather turns the woman into a Mistress, it turns the man into a slave. Every woman who has ever put on a leather costume and leather gloves will know what I mean. And every slave who then has only looked at Her will know as well.
People often ask Me about the amount of feedback I receive on My online presence. Well it is just overwhelming. Tons of mails every day. By far more than I can handle.
It is amazing to see how many people want to get in contact with Me. Meet Me, travel with Me, even live with Me in Bucharest despite the fact that they have never met Me before. But most of them never will experience anything like that. They can not even hope for an answer. Because they do not have anything of interest to offer to Me.
I have thought for long about how to put the following message into nice words but I did not find any and I do not have to. So I will say it as simple and unmistakably as possible to avoid any misunderstanding:
In men, in slaves that means, I ask for a lot, my expectations are extremely high. Because I can, because I deserve. Take this as a fair warning.
First and foremost: I am not interested in people who seek for fulfillment of their own dingy fantasies but disguise that as submission. This is fake. Are you really stupid enough to think, that I am interested in reading about your pathetic filthy sex dreams in your application letter? I sure am not. Forget about it before you even get started.
I am interested in meeting people who really understand about the concept of serving. Men who will put My wishes, My plans, My pleasure on top of theirs. Not because I tell them to do so. But because they find fulfillment in their service for Me. I am looking for people filled to the brim with love, devotion and surrender.
I am not at all interested in losers, in people who have never accomplished anything in their lives. I will not get in touch with guys who attempt to fill the emptiness of their boring existence with My divinity. Power exchange is what I am looking for. This is not a one way street. If you do not have power to offer, leave me alone. I am looking for men who have to swallow their pride under My boots, not for men who do not even know what pride is.
I am interested to be served by intelligent, cultivated men. That means: If you have the privilege to accompany Me to the opera I will expect that you will be able to talk with Me about the opus. In a French restaurant you will have to understand the menu and recommend an accompanying wine, in a museum you will be capable of perceiving and sharing the beauty of a renaissance statue. When not kneeling silently at My feet, You will have to be a great company, charming, witty, handsome, entertaining.
But despite of all these virtues you will never be tempted to outplay Me, to let your light shine brighter than Mine, to put yourself first in any respect. Because your devotion for Me will have drenched you to the bone. you will always walk half a step behind Me. Physically and mentally. Even though you might be used to make an impression on other people in your own right: When W/we enter a room together, people will take notice of Me before they will notice you. When I start talking, you immediately stop. When you lick My left heel another men might simultaneously be licking the right one and you will not mind at all.
I am not mainly interested in money, but you should realize that being together with Me will not come as a free ride. Once W/we have met, you will desperately want to please with Me with gifts, you will be traveling long distances to see Me just for a couple of hours, you might even experience the bliss of going out with Me and happily beg Me to pick up the bill from your wallet that I have in My custody. You will simply just indulge My every whim, that’s for sure. And you should be able to afford to do so.
Does all that sound difficult, challenging, ambitious to you? It sure is. Even more than you can imagine.
So before you now turn to your computer and start writing. Ask yourself honestly whether you will be able to live up to My fair expectations.
If you think you will, I am looking forward to reading from you. But do not waste My time, and do not waste yours.
My Christmas gifts started to arrive. One of My servants offered Me this beautiful piece of art – My portrait made by Sardax. My slaves ready to serve Me, the mise en scène, the small details (My favorite whip, the leather jacket) make the whole scene look so real. I simply love it!
I had My slave write the story of this drawing.
“Mistress Ezada Sinn. Portrayed by the wonderful Sardax. She is my Mistress. Or i should rather say, i am Her property. It seems so inappropriate to use a possessive pronoun when speaking of the Mistress.
i had the privilege to give Her the portrait as a gift for Christmas and She commissioned an accompanying story from me. i had written some mainly fictitious short stories for Her entertainment and pleasure in the past. For this picture i tried, but just couldn´t.
i couldn´t because this picture is not fictitious. It depicts reality. Not like a photography shows a reflection of reality. More like an x-ray picture that not shows the surface of things but what is behind the surface. The core of things, the heart.
The picture is Her as She really is. At least how i see Her in my humble attempts to embrace Her to the full. Mind, body and soul. It starts with the little details: The leather jacket that one of Her faithful slaves had offered Her as a humble present, Her bullwhip that She so much loves and carries as a symbol of Her absolute power like a Queen carries her scepter. Then the couple in the back with the naked slave under the ladies stool, a foreshadowing of the soon to come era of Matriarchy that my Mistress so deeply believes in.
Mistress Ezada and me have been together to the place this picture shows. That means in fact, She took me with Her, i was allowed to follow Her. i won´t mention the name of the place here because it does not really matter. It is a fancy, traditional restaurant in downtown Bucharest.
You will notice that apart from the male in the front on the right, there are two more naked slaves on the picture. They are two of Her personal slaves. Men who have devoted their whole lives, their whole existence to Her service. Just like monks in a monastery devote their whole life to God. No reservations, no compromises, no fall back position. They live through Her. Before meeting Her i had only read about such relationships in Femdom literature. i had no idea that such devotion to female Divinity really existed until She showed me. Well in fact, She did not have to show me, i saw for myself. So wherever She goes, no matter where She is, the love and affection of Her slaves is with Her. The reality of their constant obedience is like an aura to Her. Even if you do not know, it is plain to see and obvious to feel. So this is about the other slaves.
Being there with Her i was naked. Not in the sense that i did not have any clothes on. That was not at all necessary. Naked in the sense that i was so unprotected, vulnerable, so humble, my whole self lay open in front of Her that wearing clothes did not matter much any more.
And yes, She also exposed me to the public. Like the guy on the right is exposed to the observer of the painting. She showed my slavish status to the world, well at least to the other guests of that restaurant. She had carefully chosen a table next to some girls who had the fun and privilege of being the audience to my upcoming humiliation, to my exposure. Nice girls, in their early twenties maybe. Typical Romanian style that had become so alluring to me. Long hair, strong make up, imaginatively varnished fingernails, tight jeans, striking high heels. The typical laughing and giggling that you´d find everywhere in the world at a nice girls table.
my Mistress had equipped me with the electro shock cock ring that She so very much loves. This had originally been a dog collar used for training an inobedient dog. She had altered that somewhat to now tightly embrace a medium sized, somewhat conic, male cock. The shock unit around my cock was controlled by a small remote control, somewhat like a remote garage opener. The only difference however being hat Her device was by far more impressive in its impact.
The remote control allows electro shocks in a range from 1 to 99. As She does not like to be things with Her slaves to be too complicated, She just uses two positions: 10 and 99. 10 is quite ok, it feels like a little twitch in the tip of the cock. 99 is hell. It feels as if your prick was connected to a socket outlet with no chance to unplug it again. Hellfire brought to earth. Emblazed by Her with just a little turn of Her thumb. And only She can turn the fire off again. When She feels like it. And putting the agony on and off is as easy as taking candy from a baby for Her. She loves and does so as long at the battery lasts. Which is long. She always puts new batteries in before we go out, just to make sure that Her fun will not be spoiled by an outage. Needless to say that 99 was Her favorite choice this evening. And She rather turned the hellfire in my cock on than off. Looking at me so purportedly caring, sugar sweet and smiling every time She pushed the button. And i drowned in Her deep eyes, like the shipwrecked drowns in the endless sea …
This is mainly how She undressed my soul in that restaurant. Every time the waiter showed up to ask or bring something She turned on Her toy from hell. i quivered and winced, i was shaken, i gasped, no chance to keep my body under control. This did of course not remain unnoticed by the other guests. In fact we caused some attention. More or less as you can see on the picture, the waiter has been a bit younger though and less archetypic, to be honest.
Especially the girls on the neighboring table very soon noticed what was going on. They realized that there seemed to be some connection between the nervous attacks of the weird fellow opposite to the beautiful lady and the little black box in Her hand. At first they might have thought that i was Her epileptic brother whom She had taken generously out to his monthly excursion from the nursing home. But then the boldest of the girls soon took a heart and asked Her what She had there in Her hand. And Ms. Ezada was happy to explain. Well not only to explain but also to show and demonstrate, the young girls were fascinated and i really lost it. i did not believe my eyes when She with a rapt smile handed the device over to the girls to let them try from their table. The girls loved it, especially the one who had asked Ms. Ezada in the first place. i saw her arousal, her cheeks flushing with excitement, the movement of her firm young breasts under the tight shirt every time it was her turn. Ms. Ezada left her Her telephone number when W/we later left telling her to call my Mistress again.
i think i consumed more electricity than a street lantern this evening. And i could not do anything about it. i was completely at Her mercy. So this is about the nudity in the picture.
But, and this is about the shining sparks between O/our hands: Doing so, She not only tortured Me, my Mistress not only exposed me to the curious girls making there first cautious steps into a Femdom life. In fact W/we exchanged something. Something that is so special, so unique, so rare that i do not have the right words to really describe it. You may call it power, pure energy, abandonment, reign, dedication, passion, devotion, submission. Maybe even love. A massive flow of energy going back and forth between us.
And then, the last thing. Most important of all maybe. Ms. Ezada is not looking at me, She is not looking at any of Her other naked slaves around, not looking at anybody in the restaurant at all: In fact She is looking at you.”
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