you love nylons, yet how far are you willing to go for your stocking fetish? Are you ready to become My bitch as I train you to worship and adore all Women who wear the delicate fabric? Take a pair of worn nylons, inhale the aroma, the scent of the Woman that wore them, and follow My instructions exactly. I’m going to make you truly addicted to My exquisite pantyhose and stockings, I will turn you into My devoted pantyhose bitch.
Every true fan of Mine should have something worn by Me. Be the first one to buy at least $300 worth of clips in one order, send Me an email with the order info and a postal address, and I will send you the pair of stockings that I am wearing in this clip.
I know that My slave venerates Me, he is completely mesmerized My beautiful breasts and voluptuous ass. I can witness in his eyes how much he desires to worship Me; however, there is only one way in which he can caress My body and that’s by taking My whip first.
The slave must suffer for the privilege as I want to see his body thoroughly marked by My whip kisses before me can even hope to touch Mine. The price he will pay is the pain he must accept from his Goddess. Free from bondage, with his head locked between My knees, the worshiper must stay frozen as I rain down whiplashes upon his naked flesh. I love to see his ass redden from My strokes as the slave worships only the parts of Me that I allow.
Do you hear the click this padlock makes what it locks? This is the sound of Me taking control over your genitals by locking them into this steel chastity cage. We both know that you, males, are unconditionally driven by your hormones, that you are addicted to such tiny pleasures as wanking and cumming. But I understand your cock better than you do, and having Me assume total control over it is the best thing that can happen to you. I know you want to please Me, to be a good slave for your Goddess. To that end, all good boys should be locked in chastity, as it’s the most important male training device ever invented. Keeping you aroused, teased, and locked in a tight cock cage so full of frustration – it makes you so obedient, so willing to obey. When you are chaste and I have the ultimate control over your orgasm, I can transform you into the perfect slave, My perfect slave. So listen to the lock clicking shut, boy. I control your cock now, so I control you. All of you.
I had the chance to meet again Goddess Ezada few days ago in Bucharest. For 138 days, I have lived months, days of difficult hours, horrible even atrocious hours far from the one who marvels me, who animates me, who owns me. Finally my Goddess decided to offer me a last chance to prostrate myself at Her feet.
I arrived at about six o’clock P.M in front of our rendezvous at the 5 stars hotel in Bucharest. A class establishment, refined and illuminated by a soft spring sunshine which gave a romantic hue to the Romanian capital.
I waited for the arrival of my Mistress in front of the hotel, on my knees.
Suddenly She arrived in a gleaming black limousine, window glasses. I got up, opened the back door of the BMW 7 Series.
And there, it was a tsunami of emotions, a cyclone of chills, an earthquake that broke out when my Goddess came out of the car.
A hallucinating Beauty: shiny black thigh boots with dizzy heels mingling perfectly with the fineness of a leather trousers with impeccable cut. This one letting explode all the power of the thighs and buttocks of my Highness, a spangled top allowing to draw a deep décolleté. A well done make-up, and sunglasses caress an absolute purity of Her Queen’s face.
I know that every time I do not see my Mistress for a long time, I find Her even more beautiful, untouchable and Divine. But I do not think I distort reality. Like the greatest wines, the vintages of exceptions, Mistress Ezada repels, day after day, the codes of Beauty, charm and elegance. I knelt to kiss Her right hand. A hand so soft, so delicate but also so firm, so uncopromising when She holds Her wonderful single-tail. A hand decorated with sublime rings and nails always perfect, long, red, shiny and eye-catching.
Then She advanced towards the hall of the hotel, like a Queen, with a gait to take the breath. She was so haughty, dignified, elegant, untouchable.
I was overwhelmed by the power that She emanated. I was cryogenized by Her fatal beauty, I was amazed by the charisma She projected. I only saw Her. She was in the light, the rest in the shade. The whole world could collapse, the earth could stop turning, the only thing that mattered: it was this surreal scene of a Queen walking, advancing, carrying everything in its path. I did not have the strength to get up, I was still on my knees. It was impossible to get to the same height as Her, even I do not know how I was not lower down in the ground. Her Greatness is unique. Her Class is eternal. Her beauty is wonderful.
At that moment, I had only one desire, to follow Her on all fours before the crowd that was in the most luxurious street of Bucharest. I wanted to prostrate myself at her feet, to offer Her my life, my soul, my spirit.
She walks at once so gracefully and quickly that She cannot be followed
Unconsciously, I understood that I could not approach my Queen. A Queen, She is worshiped, we dream to kiss Her feet, to die under Her soles. But I do not deserve such honor, such pleasure to serve Her and to be close to Her highness..
All of a sudden, I was brought back to reality when, with a subtle slap of a finger, She made me understand that I should already be close to Her with Her luggage. I executed myself, while trying to regain my emotions.
Mistress EZADA transports you beyond the imaginable, into a world where Woman has Absolute and Divine power. Even if I had not exchanged a word with Her, I could already go home. She had put me on my knees, in my soul. And I knew I would never get up. I belong to Her, my life belongs to Her. She possesses the World.
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:
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:
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:
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.
My devotee, you have been waiting so long to physically worship Me, to actually serve Me, to show Me your deepest devotion. I am pleased with your submission, the way you spread My religion, the repetition of My mantra over and again at the altar, your purchase of all My video clips. So, as a reward, today will be your lucky day.
“Waiting position!.” I will grant you permission to worship My feet, the lowest part of my sacred body. “Doormat position” and stick your tongue out. Look at you, so completely addicted to My power, to My body, to My control. you have no free will at all, slave, just witness how you’ve become My bitch, doing whatever I want, whenever I want.
Now start jerking for Me, slave. Lying prostrate before Your Goddess, proving your addiction to Me in every minute of every hour of your life. Hungrily waiting for My tweets, always buying my newest clips, wanking only to Me, Your Goddess, My legs, My feet, and My sandals. you will cum for Me only when I allow, and you will lick your filth off My royal shoes and the sacred ground I walk upon. Because that is your place, My trusted devotee.
The only place you exist: below and underneath Me.
I made this clip as a gift for My devotee horstie-fm who won the picture caption contest I held at the beginning of this year. As he said multiple times on twitter, this clip helped him go even deeper into submission to Me, I decided to give all My devotees the chance to see it and be influenced by it. (No names are mentioned in the clip)
he really thought he is not into sucking cocks? Well now he is, recently forced to fall in love with with my strap-on, see how he eagerly sucks it nice and deep now! Just a little guidance on My leash and My heeled foot made sure he perfectly understands who has the cock here: ME!
My slave has been locked in chastity for two weeks now, and I always like to make his chastity even more uncomfortable than it already is. I like to tease him, to see how his prick hardens and tries to get bigger, but can’t, in the confinement of the cage, and how his balls get big and blue, frustratingly painful. This time I have him shine My red latex dress, to match My red patent leather high heel designer sandals. Even before he starts, I can see his big balls, full of cum. Seeing Me in this short and tight latex dress makes all his move from his head to his prick, making him have a stupid-looking face and act like a mindless zombie. He starts to shine My dress with visible hesitation, and I see him getting more and more exciting, touching My perfect curves is a real torture for him now. It is really frustrating for him to be so close to Me, separated by a thin layer of latex, but not to be able to touch Me.
After I’m pleased with how shiny My dress is, I remind him of his place, at My feet, kissing and worshiping them, Once he’s got that, I send him away, of course without taking the chastity off. I’ve had enough of him for now.
I was not pleased with My personal slave’s behavior lately, so his last week’s milking has been postponed. Now, after 2 weeks of chastity and constant teasing, his balls are swollen and full of cum. It’s time to empty his balls, but, however much he hopes I will milk him, this time he does not deserve My touch. I know he would very much like to touch Me, to worship My feet in red patent leather designer high heels, or My body, dressed in a red latex dress. But all he will get is the frustration of being so close to Me, but not being able to feel more than My scent. So here he is, kneeled in front of Me, very aroused by My proximity. After unlocking his chastity device, I order him to take off the cage (but not the ring) and start to do that shameful thing that he was never allowed to do in the last years: to jerk off. He is so ashamed, knowing very well how pathetic the situation he is in is. And even though he is so humiliated by having to jerk off in front of Me, I will make sure he feels no pleasure this time too, this is just a milking after all. I control the process even without touching him, he has no power over his own prick. I order him to take his hand away from his prick every time he is close to an orgasm, he will ruin his own orgasms under My command. The first cumshot is so unexpectedly strong that it reaches My foot – he will have to clean his filth later, but until then I want to see him empty his balls completely so I have him continue and frustratingly ruin a second orgasm.
Twice self ruined and now it’s time to get back in chastity: you see how I control his prick without even touching him?
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