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21 02 2019

The human toilet at the House of Sinn

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I’ve just flown four hours to arrive at the door of The House of Sinn. i am vising Stapana for 3 days, something i have very much been looking forward to, i always miss Her when i am away from Her. i knock on the door and, after a few moments, sit answers the door and beckons me in. Stapana is sat in a throne-like chair looking every bit The Empress and Goddess that She is.

i hurriedly remove my coat and shoes and crawl towards Her to put myself in waiting position awaiting Her command. The command comes and i kiss Her beautiful feet in greeting. “i want you naked, poodle” instructs Stapana. i quickly shed my clothing and Stapana signals for inspection position, i quickly get into position as i have been trained. Stapana walks around Her property, examining and touching as She wishes, reminding me that i am Her object. She inspects the chastity and, satisfied, She directs me into collaring position for the collaring ceremony. She lays my metal collar in Her lap and directs me to lay my head in Her lap so the collar is around my neck. Locking the collar, She cups my chin and brings me head up to look into Her eyes. “you are mine, poodle. This will be a testing weekend for you, but remember, i love you very much”. She waits a moment for Her words to sink in. “Now, I want you in your pink latex catsuit and hood, QUICKLY!”

i take my latex out of my case and get it on as quickly as possible and resume my position on all fours before Stapana. Two taps of Stapana’s hand on Her hip signal me into heel position. i quickly find my place beside Her and follow Her to the bathroom. “This is where you will spend your weekend.” Entering the bathroom, i can see this one does not have a traditional toilet, just a toilet box. Stapana laughs, “Yes, this weekend you will be a toilet. you will remain here to be used by Me and My Lady friends. This toilet box has some wonderful features which i’m sure you will enjoy, I know I will……..” Stapana shows me two buttons on the toilet box. “This one, moves your head up, and removes the gag, so your mouth will be better position to accept Our waste. This one, moves your head back down and replaces the gag when We have finished.” Stapana looks at me with amusement showing in Her eyes. “There is one more wonderful feature, this button here is connected to a set of electrodes which will be on your sensitive areas. A press on this button will make sure you open your mouth for Our waste. Of course, it will also be used just to amuse Us. Now let’s get you ready.”

A blindfold is fitted to my head. “you will taste Our waste, but you are not allowed to see its source. Now, lay down and put your head in position.” i quickly find my head secure in position and the gag in my mouth. my hands are secured to the side of the box and my legs are tightly secured together. “Don’t want you running away now, do we” laughs Stapana. Next, electrodes are fitted to my nipples through the handy holes in the suit. i feel Stapana open the crotch zip and fit electrodes to my metal chastity. “Now let’s test the special functions out.” Despite these words the sudden shock through my cock, balls and nipples seems to come with out warning. i try to cry out but the gag keeps me quiet. i hear Stapana laughing, clearly enjoying my suffering. Stapana must have pressed the other button as i feel the gag pop out and my head moved upwards. A press on the other button lowers my head and the gag is back in. “Wonderful” says Stapana with glee in Her voice. “Now, i have been preparing a drink for you this morning”.

i hear Stapana sit down on the toilet. A moment later the gag is out of my mouth and my head moves up. i can smell Stapana’s heavenly scent, but not touch or see Her. The lack of sight is disorientating, i have no idea when Stapana will begin to pee. This is soon solved as i feel the warm liquid in my mouth, it catches me a little by surprise. It is warm and bitter, i swallow as i have been trained, not wasting a drop. Stapana is not finished though, She is controlling the flow. my mouth fills again, and i swallow, gagging a little at the amount of liquid i find in my mouth. It seems to go on for a long time, time after time my mouth is filled to the brim and i swallow Stapana’s divine nectar. Stapana really has been saving this up. Eventually Stapana is finished, my head is lowered and the gag fills my mouth again, along with the taste of Her divine liquid. “This was an easy introduction poodle, later it will be my shit in your mouth.” Stapana laughs. “and later several of my friends will visit too, you will not know which one of Us is using you.”

So, this is how i will spend my visit, mute, blind and used. Nothing more than an object to be used by The Ladies of The House of Sinn, the highest honour a male can achieve.

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18 09 2016

My life as Ezada’s prisoner: A wake up in paradise

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During my stay in the fabulous Residenz Avalon, I had the chance to experience the unique sensation of being in captivity under the reign of Goddess EZADA Sinn.

I slept in a small cell smallest than 2m², finally I was trying to sleep.
I do not want to miss the arrival of my Mistress. Thus, each footstep on the floor (the cells are in a basement without any natural light), I threw myself from the small mattress to put me on Waiting position in case of my Mistress would open the door of the basement. Moreover She could appear at any time, even in the middle of the night, I admit I had trouble falling asleep. I had knelt more than ten times so that not missing the majestic entrance of my Goddess.

By the morning, I think, without any influence from the outside world, sound, brightness, … I cannot accurately estimate at what time I could sleep.

Suddenly I was awakened by the firm, fast and clocked step of Mistress Ezada Sinn. The sound of her high heels on gross cellar floor sounded like an alarm melody that you cannot avoid. I prostrated myself in a flash, yet despite heavy eyes, hands outside of the cell.
She opened the door, slid Her favorite riding crop on each rod cells while screaming:

“wake up slave !”

My body froze from head to toe
She stopped at my cell and put Her soles with conviction on my palms. I was impressed by Her voice, her spurs that adorned Her Boots. I was afraid, I could not raise my head, I had no right. My place is much lower than Her calves, Her ankles, I should be in a pit (such as a cell of the residence where you are completely buried in the ground) to be in my place in comparison to the Greatness of my Highness.

She ordered me:
“Kiss my boots, slave!”

After dropping kisses with the greatest devotion and indescribable relief to see the Mistress of my life, She exclaimed:

“slave, look at Me!”

I looked up with biggest difficulty in the world. Her Over the knee Boots curve Her calves, Her knees and the lower part of Her thighs to perfection. I discovered successively She wore her Ralph Lauren’s leather pants, a black belt, pure white blouse, small leather driving gloves. When I arrived up to Her face, I was blinded as a child who is dazzled by the light of the day.

Was I dazzled by Her beauty, Her coldness, Her greatness, Her aura?

Was I scared to meet Her determined eyes, her brilliant and sadistic glance?

Was I dreaming?

Or simply I was amazed by the magnificence of my Mistress after being separated from Her for an indefinite period but far too long for me?

I finally widened my eyes. She was immaculate as usual, a spicy red lips, a brilliant face powder, Eyes to die, Her long shiny black hair falling down to Her unique kidneys like the mane of the strongest lioness. Her head wearing a military hat from the highest Officer Grade giving Her an extra dose of Governess of the Residenz, an untouchable Goddess. Simply, I met a Goddess, a true, by Her elegance, grace, charisma. She had put me a lot in my eyes *, as we say in France. (* Elle m’en a mis plein les yeux)

She asked me if I spent a good night with a sadistic smile so that to show me that She loves to feel me locked up here with no comfort when she could enjoy the night in her large bed with Her slave-husband looking at me through the camera constantly filming the cell.

Then after opening the padlock locking the door of my cell, She ordered me:

“Heel position!”

I followed Her as best as I could, because She walked with a quick step and basements of Avalon are not welcoming to my knees, like the metal staircase leading to the private apartments of Madame.

She opened a door on the 1stfloor and I knew instantly what she expected of me.
A large examination room with a shower and a transparent toilet bowl in the middle of the room. The big day was so happened. I was going to have the honor of receiving the Mistress’s breakfast. The one She was prepared the day before, She has fashioned for the whole night.
I was really excited to have this opportunity.

But would I measure up?

Would I be able to enjoy everything, appreciate this ultimate reward, the divine unction, this sacred meal?

She pointed me with a snap my position, under the transparent bowl by opening a small hole, then closed it around my neck.

That’s it, I was now a human toilet for my Mistress.

As usual, to live the moment even more intensely, She began to tickle my mind by Her divine words:

“you will be my full toilet today, you Will receive My breakfast this morning, you will eat it all and you will love it. My ass is the source of your food, you belong to Me, I can use you in any way I want, like My private toilet.”

I began to feel an erection increasingly strong, just listen to Her words and imagining the moments that will follow.

“you will become an extension of My anus, be both sub-shit and recycle. you will continue the sublime and mysterious work of transformation of the insider matters in My body, to keep the benefit that was not good for Me but still profitable to an animal like you. purcelus (my nickname means Pig in Romanian language), pigs are sometimes fed excrement recycled, they bear very well and that is good for them should be good for a purcelus “

Then She laughed with a no dissimulate pleasure so that to humiliate me psychologically before starting to degraded myself physically.

My heart kept beating louder and suddenly She unbuttoned Her expensive leather pants before sitting down on the toilet.

I think this is probably the most shuddering moment, the most intense and enjoying thrill in my life.

I said in my head :

“now, you do not-have the choice, you-have to do it for Your Goddess, for our love”.

Then slowly, sensually, I felt Her fruity champagne that flowed more abundantly in my mouth. Before seeing Her caviar releasing it from Her divine source, from Her Majestic den.
I did my best to receive all of Her breakfast in my mouth until i am overflowed by her Brown shower.
I savored every grain of caviar without difficulty with a certain gusto, despite a somewhat consistent texture and an aroma releasing the stronger flavors than the last one.
She left the room and ordered me to swallow everything, clean everything, like a real flush mechanism.
Even alone, I hastened me to eat it all. I do not know how I could eat the whole before the return of my Mistress. Maybe because I had not eaten for almost 24 hours and only a few remains of a meal from my goddess 48 hours ago.

She came into the room, told me to rinse my mouth and face. I could not stop thanking Her for such a unique reward :

” thank You Goddess, thank You my Empress, Te iubesc Stapana mea”

I was on a cloud, as satiated after a memorable breakfast. a piece of my mistress was in me, I was a little more closer myself of Her, of Her Intimacy. From now on, nothing will be as before, I will serve Her as a Human-toilet whenever She wants, wherever She wants, 24H / 7D.

Will I be able to accept this honor daily whatever the color, smell, and consistency of Her Breakfast, or another diner.

She put me a humbler and ordered me to go back waiting Her in my cell. I executed immediately, on all fours. Arrived in my cell, I wondered if I had not dreamed those wonderful moments, this delicious morning at her feet, under the awesome buttocks of my Goddess.

I went back down to paradise, just as I went back down to the basement of the residence Avalon.

My last doubts to know if I dreamed or I lived an unforgettable morning disappeared when my Mistress arrived an hour later, a nasty single tail in Her right-hand ….

29 08 2016

The importance of toilet servitude in Female Supremacy

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For many years using My slaves as full human toilets was a hard limit for Me. I always enjoyed “water-sports” – especially when I wake up in the morning, or during the night, I just click My fingers and My slave that is sleeping at the foot of My bed will follow Me to the bathroom where I am going to use him as My urinal. Fun, right?

“Hard-sports”, on the other hand, was something that I couldn’t associate with the elegance of a Woman. Too dirty, too unsafe for the recipient, too intimate for Me to do with somebody else is around.

That was the case until 3 years ago. Then I met Mistress Evilyne at a Femdom party and she told Me an amazing story about how she was using Her toilet slave. I became intrigued by the subject. My very good friend, Madame Caramel, was into it too, so I asked Her many questions about it. My views started to change, but still I had mixed feelings about it – not yet ready to try but I started to discuss about it with 2 of My slaves that I knew have an interest in it.

Every time I met My friends Mistress Evilyne and Madame Caramel, I kept asking them more details about toilet training. I could see in My friends’ eyes the passion when they told Me storied about using their slaves for full toilet services.

Soon I developed My own view regarding using My slaves for full toilet services: it is disgusting, therefore degrading for the slave, but in the same time a great proof of love and devotion to be able to accept such a gift of intimacy. I started to train one of My slaves to become My full toilet.

I have a clip with Mistress Evilyne, discussing Our training methods.

Toilet Trained by Goddesses

The training with My personal slave was going well, but I decided to use another bitch for the first time. he had lots of experience as a toilet slave and I wanted My first experience to be perfect. And it was!

From that point I started to enjoy more and more using males for full toilet services. Not just any willing submissive male but only several very lucky recipients. Often I filmed the play for My private use (and theirs). Because of the intimacy of it, I was never willing to make the private clips available for My fans to buy (except for some custom clips I filmed) but I decided to make one (just one!) available for all My fans to buy.

Hard toilet training by Mistress Ezada Sinn

It gives Me an amazing feeling of power, of being adored and worshiped. Seeing a male willingly accept My waste and consume it not because it is his kink, but because I am his Goddess and he understands there is nothing more humiliating than eating My shit. There is no greater proof of love and submission than accepting My divine food.

26 01 2015

A Femdom gathering – part 1

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I heard the tinkle of the slave bell, so i immediately dropped everything I was doing and went to the foot of the Queens throne as was the instructed procedure. I assumed the waiting position, hands upturned and awaited further instruction.

After five minutes my Stapana entered, She stepped on both my upturned hands as She walked up the step onto the raised platform, and then took Her rightful place upon The Throne. She stretched out one of Her magnificent booted feet and commanded “Worship my right boot now slave, full strenuous tongue action, and then I will tell You some news”. I started to lick every inch of my Stapanas boot, enjoying the taste of the leather mixed with my own saliva.

For another five minutes I continued like this, bathing the toe, heel and sides of the boot of my Goddess with long servile tongue strokes. Eventually my Stapana raised Her boot a fraction so the sole was more exposed, this was a subtle cue for me to lick the underside of Her boot, dirt included, also at this stage as was customary, I was required to raise my eyes and look at Her in all Her majesty. Her beautiful eyes twinkled as She looked down on me, Her slave and property debasing himself in front of Her. This was how it should be and was now the natural order of things within Her Queendom. Eventually She addressed me “My Slave, you are in for a lucky treat, coincidentally two of my closest and dearest Domina friends will be flying in to Europe from New York later today and as I learned they would both be travelling on the same day to the same city, I invited them both to stay here so we can all catch up. They are both sublime and supreme lifestyle Goddesses and will both be staying here for roughly 24 hours before travelling on. This is a unique opportunity for you Slave to experience true female supremacy, and to be honoured to serve and worship two other Internationally reknowned Dominatrixes. I am counting on you to not show me up and to be on your best behaviour, you will serve both of these fantastic ladies as you would me, your owner and the very basic tenets of femdom guidelines such as averting your gaze at all times, not speaking unless spoken to and your slave head being below all Dominas at ALL times must be strictly adhered to. I want them to see that you have been trained to the highest level of obedience. You will be lent out to them for the full 24 hours and they can use you in any way as they see fit. Is this all understood slave”?

“Yes Stapana” I replied, “can I enquire as to the name of these two divine ladies”? Stapana slapped me full across the face. “Do not ask me a question out of turn slave, you will find out in due course and you will recognise them immediately, now get cleaning up this place, I want the whole dungeon to be themed in the colours red and black, all benches and thrones, just like some of the OWK rooms before it closed. I also want three thrones so get the other two out of storage in the box room, quickly now, I will inspect your preperation later and if not to my liking you will be severely punished, everything must be perfect”, She signalled with Her hand. “Yes Stapana”, I replied and again assumed the waiting position, taking my lead from her Her hand signal . My head was bowed to the floor, my hands upturned to receive the radiance of Her heels on them as She stepped down from Her throne and exited the inner chamber leaving me alone.

I rearranged the room so that on one side there was seating, three chairs and a table and on the other side there was the throne prominently positioned in the centre. I fetched the other two thrones from the box room, they were heavy and took me an age to drag them into the correct symmetry, the three thrones in a close semi circle, a regal display of femdom power. I put a step in place before the two new thrones so each Divine lady would be able to ascend to Her rightful place with the utmost of ease. I draped red throws over black benches and lit some candles and turned on the down lighting. The whole inner chamber looked magnificent, a red and black femdom Queendom, fit for the three Goddesses that would be very soon be holding court.

Presently my Stapana returned to inspect the set up of the inner chamber. “Well done slave, the place looks great, red and black and wicked looking, they will be arriving soon, I gave them directions for the taxi, you will answer the side entrance door and usher them in”. “Of course Stapana”, I replied, my curiosity now reaching fever pitch as to who these two femdom Goddesses would be. I would know very shortly as the side entrance bell sounded. I left the inner sanctum, crossed the courtyard and opened the side entrance. The taxi driver had left their luggage on the footpath and was driving away. Head lowered and silently I picked up but their suitcase and brought them inside to the courtyard, I then gestured humbly for the two ladies to enter and shut the gate after them. My heart raced as I saw who the two lifestyle Dominas were, it was the very beautiful Domina Sophia Larou, a young American Goddess now based in Copenhagen and the wonderful sublime Lady Mistress Shane presently based in Antwerp. It was an honour to be in their presence and I immediately dropped to my knees and kissed each of their royal boots in turn. No one had yet said a word and they stood there letting me lick their boots as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

My Stapana then entered the courtyard and exclaimed her delight at seeing her friends. “Hello my dears, Shane and Larou, so good to see you, I see my new property has already greeted you in the proper manner, ha ha”. “Yes, a good start, he seems enthusiastic” said Mistress Shane in her very sexy American accent. “Yes the correct slave greeting, you seem to have him trained well my dear Ezada, you are such a perfectionist” Mistress Larou said matter of factly. “Yes ladies, he is still in training but coming along nicely, he’s very excited like a young puppy at the prospect of serving three lifestyle Dominas at the same time, true female supremacy. Needless to say he is totally 100% at your disposal to use and abuse as you both see fit over the next 24 hours”. “That’s good to hear” said Mistress Shane, as I’m dying to pee after that taxi journey and need a Slave toilet to use quickly, is he used to being used as a toilet?” “Of course” replied my Stapana, “he serves me in the bathroom or I use him during the night as required, he is accustomed to it now”. “Great to hear” said Mistress Larou, “I always like a good compliant toilet slave also as you know, full service”. The three beautiful Goddesses laughed at this last remark and then continued to chat amongst themselves as if I didn’t exist. I was merely their owned chattel for the next 24 hours, my job to serve and worship them completely. My Stapand finally gestured with her beautiful gloved hand and I carried the suitcases inside careful to keep my eyes averted from the three Dominant Goddesses. “Get the tea and coffee ready slave, my two guests are tired after their journey, and Shane do you need to use him as a urinal”? “Well yes Ezada, I do need to relieve myself and would prefer a willing compliant instead if a cold commode”. With this my Stapana beckoned me to return and grasped the leash around my neck and handed it to Mistress Shane and told her where the toilet was situated. Mistress Shane pointed silently to the ground and I at once got down on all fours. She pointed again at each boot and I in turn ran my slave tongue over each toe and heel. She seemed satisfied, said “Good boy, you will do” and yanked on my chain to follow her. I followed like a good obedient doggy, her stiletto heels clicking on the cold stone corridor as She led me to the shower and toilet area, a woman I had met only 15 minutes earlier was now leading me away to use me as Her toilet as if it was the most natural and normal thing. After all She was a supreme dominant Goddess, I was Hers for usage for the next day at Least, as was Her divine right. (To be continued..)

fantasy story written by devotee roger