humiliation

12 10 2015

Picture of the week 42 2015 – Spit bucket for Goddess Ezada and Queen Lissandra

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Queen Lissandra decides to train her husband in behaving like a perfect slave for Her and what better choice than enlisting the help of experienced male trainer Goddess Ezada Sinn? Together, the Mistresses are more than happy to transform him to Their liking in a spit bucket, just a step away from a cum bucket. Hell get there quickly by the looks of the way the spit drizzles on his face, hes dripping all over himself with the huge amount of saliva, feeling the pain and humiliation of becoming nothing more than a receptacle for his Mistresses spit. Tears of joy and humiliation mix in the drizzle and run all over his face, neck, chest, tormented cock in chastity and legs. And the fun is just beginning. The scared slave husband has no idea of the torments ahead of him but he wants to please his Wife Queen and Trainer Goddess and is willing to do anything Well, anything is a scary word in The World of Female Supremacy.

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08 09 2015

A week-end as Mistress Ezada’s prisoner – by slave len

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This story was written by My collared slave, len, after we spent a week-end in Avalon Residentz, in Berlin, and describes real events. Pictures are selfies taken with My phone while My prisoner was waiting for Me in the darkness.

I first became aware of Mistress Ezada from Her time as a Mistress in OWK and just knew instinctively that She was the Mistress I wanted to serve. Many years later my dreams came true and I am now honoured to serve Her as one of Her collared slaves.

Although I never visited OWK I was always fascinated by its existence and had a particular interest in the underground prison and how slaves were kept there and the treatment meted out to them. When I first met Mistress Ezada we spoke about Her experience there and She told me all about the prison. I told Her I had always fantasised about being imprisoned by a beautiful Mistress. And rather intriguingly Mistress has recently written a blog post about imprisonment and what it means to Her.

Some time later Mistress told me about Avalon and it’s amazing facilities and arranged for me to attend there with Her as Her prisoner. And so it came to pass, much nervous excitement beforehand slowly turning to anxiety as the time approached. In my head was the old adage – be careful what you wish for.

Well all I would say is that this became one of the most amazing experiences of my life and has had such a profound effect on me. I thought my level of devotion to Mistress Ezada and desire to serve Her were high but after Avalon all my sensitivities and feelings have been raised to a new level.

Upon arrival I was despatched to fetch provisions for Mistress to make Her stay comfortable. As soon as I returned I was instructed to shower (the last such pleasure for a while) before being collared and fitted with my chastity device. Mistress then affixed a leash to my collar and led me on a tour of the facilities in this amazing place. A flight of stairs led to the underground chambers housing the interrogation room, torture chamber and prison cells. Mistress had assured me beforehand that these facilities, in particular the cells, were very similar to OWK. They also include an underground pit for serial offenders and a below ground sitting only pit.

To put things into perspective this is an underground environment with thick concrete walls and no natural light. By its nature it is completely soundproof, which means no noise coming in either, a fact I had not fully appreciated until I was encased in lonely isolated silence for hours and hours.

Mistress brought me first into the interrogation room and secured me into the interrogation chair where She put me through my paces, teasing my/Her cock and balls which were tightly locked away, spitting on me repeatedly, twisting my nipples painfully and slapping my face. She would have no problem interrogating the most hardened of slaves and the very thought of an extended interrogation was frightening.

Eventually She released me.

“Time to go to your cell, slave”

She led me to the cell. It was narrow, no more than 1.5 metres and about 2 metres deep with a low ceiling. There was a “bed” which was a thin piece of foam on a hard board and a bucket in the corner on the hard tiled floor. There was also an infra red camera which covered the entirety of the small cell and which was on at all times so that Mistress could check on me any time She wanted.

There were 2 other cells in the block but I did not know if they were occupied.

“In”

“Some simple rules slave. It is absolutely forbidden to communicate with any other prisoner. Any time I, any other Mistress or Guard enters this chamber you will immediately stand in the middle of the cell, head bowed. The bucket is your toilet. Memorise where it is, soon you will not be able to see it”

With that She smiled wickedly as She closed the door and padlocked it. I heard the sound of Her heels fade as She made Her way out. Off went the lights as I heard the heavy metal door at the entry to the chamber being locked shut.

Suddenly reality hit me. The darkness was engulfing and frightening. There was a dankness about the place and it was a little chilly. The silence was eerie, literally no sound. An outside world did not exist.

This was absolute isolation. Total helplessness. Humiliation. Degradation. And for Mistress total control and power. Imprisonment of the body and mind.

There is no sense of time. Minutes could be hours and vice versa. Senses are incredibly sharpened and whilst the ears strain for the slightest sound of hope the mind centres on just one thing – my beautiful Mistress. All that I can see in my mind is the image of my Mistress adorned in Her various amazing leather outfits. I imagine the smell of Her perfume and the aroma of Her leather. I think of Her in a room somewhere watching me on camera, pleasuring Herself at the thought of Her prisoners plight. Sleep is impossible with so many thoughts and images infiltrating and taking over my mind.

I jump as I hear the large metal door opening. Like an obedient puppy I quickly get into position, my heart beating like a wagging tail at the thought of seeing my Owner. Slowly the heels approach. The perfume and leather aroma reaches me first shortly followed by an image of leather clad dominant beauty. After slavishly kissing Her leather boot – it was such a heady relief to see Her – She addressed me.

“I am so aroused at the sight and thought of You down here as My prisoner. But I want more arousal and more orgasms so I am going to whip You” In Her right hand was Her Black Russian whip, one of Her favourites

Earlier in the day I had “earned” some whiplashes for some clumsy errors. She led me out of the cell into a large outdoor courtyard and fixed me into a pillary.

“I find outdoor whipping so much more arousing!”

“How many whiplashes have You earned”

“55 Mistress”

“Hmmmm” She seemed disappointed by the low number.

“Count each one and thank me”

By the time She got to 55 I was dancing uncontrollably. But relieved it was over and almost looking forward to going back to my cell to get away from the whip. What an odd emotion!

“I am not yet satisfied. 20 more”

I was hardly in position to object and squealed like a banshee as She delivered the strokes with much force.

She was purring with pleasure as She released me and led me back to the cell.

As I lay on the bed in the dark I reflected on the situation. She seems to derive so much pleasure from having me in this helpless situation. She might keep me here for ever. Nobody knows where I am. I could be lost forever. This could be a life sentence. These thoughts may seem irrational but when you are lying there in that bleak lonely environment so much goes through your mind that you cannot tell the difference.

All you do is hope and hope and hope to hear those heels again. Even though they mean more humiliation, degradation and suffering. Yet you want that suffering so much because it means contact with your Goddess. What a conundrum!

She had told me I would be very lonely and hungry. I had listened of course but not appreciated the extent of either. And then the heels again. Into position, head bowed, imaginary tail wagging.

A carton in Her hand suggested feeding time. In it some yogurt and bran flakes which She then topped up with with Her golden nectar in front of my eyes before mixing it slowly with a sadistic grin on Het face and feeding it to me until I had consumed every drop. It was totally humiliating yet I lapped it up like a puppy because I was so grateful for food. This is what I was reduced to in a short time as Her prisoner.

Later I was released and taken to the kitchens to prepare Her evening meal. I presented Her meal and knelt on the floor beside Her as She ate it. I was like a drooling dog beside Her watching Her eat. She eventually told me to fetch a small plate. She put the leftovers on a plate and “seasoned” them with large amounts of spit. She chewed up some bread and spat it out on to the plate. I ate it on the floor like a dog grateful for every morsel.

Having tidied up and given Mistress a foot massage I was taken back to the cell. As I left Her room I looked longingly at the big double bed that She would be sleeping in and maybe pleasuring Herself before doing so. An orgasm – what a thought! It could be a long long time before that ever happens for me but for my Mistress in this situation many many orgasms as I languish in my cold lonely prison cell.

“It will be a long night, slave”

Never a truer word spoken. Bleak darkness, total silence, racing mind and fitful sleep. In the midst of it all more reflection on the sheer helplessness I felt. But a feeling of deepening devotion towards my Mistress.

The next day, which was a long time coming, I had the humiliation of emptying my bucket of its contents as Mistress watched and then being exercised in the yard with Mistress cracking Her whip in encouragement.

I was taken to the playroom and secured on a hoist. Mistress removed my chastity device and teased me relentlessly. My/Her cock wept with frustration as She continually brought me to the edge reminding me over and over of the multiple orgasms She had enjoyed and I would not be having any. I hung there with the now familiar joyful smells of Her perfume and leather as my/Her cock almost exploded. Sheer torture.

Back in the cell and back in chastity having prepared Her breakfast and again being fed leftovers I reflected on the fact that I was simply a puppy, a toy, a plaything for Mistress’s pleasure. But despite my feelings and the dark despair of that cell I somehow felt uplifted at the thought of providing my Mistress that pleasure by my suffering. True submissive feelings. A willingness and desire to please the world’s most beautiful Goddess.

If it can be called such, a sort of routine followed of solitude, pain and suffering and service. On the second day Mistress delivered a most brutal whipping, the fiercest I have ever endured. She lashed me hard with Her Black Russian whip starting with my ass until I was yelping and dancing like Michael Jackson with 2 left feet. And the She came around in front of me and looked me in the eye as She concentrated on my back. She was moaning with more and more pleasure as each painful lash landed, She was clearly in a highly aroused state. Oh how I wanted to take that pain for Her. Seeing Her pleasure and arousal was amazing. She then changed to Her whip with the metal tipped tails and flayed my ass mercilessly until it bled. I hung limply from the bar, my whole body ablaze. She released me and drew me to Her. She looked me in the eye “good boy,I am pleased with you”

Those words were music to my ears as I dropped to my knees and lavished such sincere kisses on Her boots.

That night proved to be the last of my imprisonment. I have thought of little else since then. A truly amazing and spectacular experience, an emotional roller coaster ranging from loneliness, hunger and despair to the sheer indescribable joy of hearing Her high heels approaching!

It is an experience I will never forget and it has undoubtedly forged a stronger bond between Us/us and enhanced my desire to please Her, to suffer for Her pleasure and to serve Her forever. The amazing Mistress Ezada.

30 06 2015

A London afternoon

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Oh yes. I can see it in his eyes. The feeling of despair, humiliation, degradation. I lean back in the comfortable armchair to enjoy the sight of the human dog kneeling in front of Me. Chewing for more than 15 minutes now on what probably is the most disgusting thing he has ever had in his mouth. Chewing and munching, again and again in vain trying to swallow the gristly chunk of spicy fat.

It was only a mere hour ago that My poor little puppy dog had still been a respectful member of society. My devoted lawyer slave who had come all the way from Europe to see Me in London for just 24 hours. Hoping to spend some time with his Mistress whom he misses so much and gets to meet so rarely. Visiting a London photo gallery with Me I had deceivingly dangled in front of him. Poor silly chap. How could he honestly think that I would really do so? Oh no, My plans with him had surely been quite different. Soon after arrival he had found himself next to Me in the back of a hired car making its way through the bustling London traffic. A journey to an unknown destination. For him but not for Me of course.

From My hotel near Marble Arch to our destination in the outskirts of London it took us about 90 minutes. The longer W/we drove, the more his concern about the purpose of the trip became apparent. Chatty and joyful at first, he became more and more silent along the way. It was plain to see that the joy to see Me again more and more made way for a dark and vague fear what this sunny afternoon still had in store for him. And reason enough he had for sure…

Then W/we were finally there. Dungeon Manor, home and castle of My dear friend Mistress Evilyne and the most charming yet exemplary sadistic Governess Ely. It had already been for quite some time that I had wanted to present my German slave to My English companions. I must admit that I really like to exhibit the males that I have added to My stables to My Lady friends. It is just the same as with a new handbag or a nice pair of new shoes. Don´t We Ladies all like to do a little show off with such new acquisitions? Ah and with new slaves it is just the same. With the difference however that a slave is just so much more fun to play with than a new pair of Louboutins… (the latter are usually more decorative though…). Ever seen a cat joyfully play with the poor little mouse it just has caught? That´s the idea.

Of course the Ladies of Dungeon Manor and Me had been in contact before the visit to agree on some nice surprises for My little puppy. Mistress Evilyne had asked Me that she´d need someone to clean up her kitchen because her boys who usually are in charge of that job weren´t available that day. And of course she would not carry out such menial task by herself. So I had not only happily offered the services of My slave for the chores but insisted that she´d leave her kitchen in a real mess before W/we came. I wanted it to be as chaotic and soiled and dirty as at all possible. And Evilyne willingly consented. Oh my, had that kirchen been a chaos then. Pots and pans and strainer and cutlery and mixers and what have you all piled up. Soiled with dry remains of some past cooking events. The sink full of dirty plates and dishes and cups and glasses … Calling that kitchen to be in shambles would have been a gross understatement. Just perfect for my little pet to show himself a little bit useful.

Well, We took it easy at first to lull him into a false sense of security. The Ladies made themselves comfortable in the living room sipping on some cold champagne while My slave was kneeling down by My feet. Apart from the three Ladies there was another male guy there, obviously a good friend of Governess Ely as she treated him like a human being. In fact she was really nice and tender to him. Of course My own slave wasn´t offered anything to drink and left ignored by Us. But when he thought he could interfere with Our conversation and give some smart-alecky commentaries on Mistress Evilyn´s classic furniture it was definitely time to draw in the reins. Oh, I hate it when the slaves think they can behave as if they belonged to Our caste. How wonderful must have been the life in the 19th century when it was hammered into each ad every servants brain from early childhood that he is just this: A lowly servant, nothing else.

“Could your slave be somewhat helpful in the kitchen, dear?” Evilyne asked Me in the sweetest tone. “Oh yes, he´d love to. So chatty he is this afternoon, I have to apologize for him. You know this is how they immediately tend to misbehave if not put to constant work .” I answered with a smirk. “So, off to the kitchen you go frank, hurry up!”

What a pity that i could not see his face when he became aware of the mountains of dirty dishes waiting for him there. Yet, it was not for a long that he returned, seeming to have gotten somewhat insecure in the meantime. Once more he was interrupting Our conversation with a stupid question … asking us how to shut the kitchen sink. I have to say that I felt kind of embarrassed by the stupidity of my slave. Did he not know that his incompetence would fall back on Me, his Mistress.

We instructed him to clean the dishes under running water and sent him back to the kitchen. A few minutes later I followed him to see how he was doing … only to then find him to be less enthusiastic in his work than he should have been. Scowlingly he was brushing a frying pan. Displeasure rose within Me. Displeasure that needed to be cured by getting one of Evilynes useful electric shock collars from upstairs and applying that firmly around My slaves neck. Hearing him gasp, seeing him getting down on his knees upon a little push of the button of the remote control gave evidence that the useful device worked satisfactory. Electricity once more proved to be one of the most useful inventions in the history of mankind. The shocks released by my sharp nailed index finger made his body twitch and wince. I am a big fan of using he well-tried methods of dog training in the education of the male. The breed are just so similar.

Whether training a dog or training a male, it works just the same. The verbal explanation has to be reinforced with some physical sensation that engraves the lecture into the primitve mind. So My voice and the electric shock collar took turns in making it crystal clear to him that he should rather not disappoint me with anything less than enthusiastic frist class service.

Upon returning to the living room I had to try out whether the range of the remote control would include the kitchen. A choked scream coming from the kitchen showed Me that it did. So then I could admonish My puppy to diligently fulfil his cleaning duties. Every other minute an electric shock coming out of the blue reminded him of who was in control over his mind and body.

Finally he returned to the living room reporting that he was finished with the job in the kitchen. Our inspection showed that he had done at least an acceptable job. The kitchen looked neat and clean. he had even wiped the kitchen hood that had been covered with a thick layer of greasy dust before he got started.

Fair enough, but not enough. This had just been the starter that had quickend My appetite. I wanted more. More degradation and more humiliation for him, more arousal for Me…

Upon returning from the kitchen to the living room My eyes caught a little plush toy lying innocently on the floor. It belonged to Governess Ely´s little dog and was just the right inspiration for Me now. I turned to Evilyne as frank had taken his place at My feet again. “Say dear, would you please have a dog mask for My little pet here, he just looks too … well … hmm… too human for My taste right now.” A big evil smile lit My friends face. “Well of course hun … just a sec.” She left and returned a minute later holding in her hands a beautiful rubber dog mask. It fit him just perfectly … just perfectly to convert him into the pathetic jerk that is.The little plush toy was a nice instrument to push things even a little further. Just with a sweet little puppy I played with the guy there in the living room, right before My friends who couldn´t help laughing. Oh what fun We had! Oh how wonderfully embarrassing this was for him. I wagged the toy in front of him, making him try to snag that with his snout. In vain of course … I pretended to throw it away only to make him rush off on all fours and searching for the toy in the corner of the room while I was still hiding that behind My back. The little play really caught Me: … “Where is the puppy frank? Go fetch it, where is it? Look here it is … get it, come here, hurry up … come here … sit up and beg! … there is My good boy … good boy … jump. Hop, just a little higher, come on get it, get it. … Oh it´s gone agan … where has Mistress put it … look there it is …” Oh it went on and on. I must admit that the two bottles of Champagne We had had while frank was cleaning up the mess in the kitchen had added a good part to the hilarity of the Ladies. Even the boy-friend of Governess Ely joined in the roaring laughter.And Evilyne and Ely nearly fell off their chairs.

Before our game with the pup could become boring, Evilyne changed up to next gear: “Say Ezada, don´t You think that Your little doggy might have gotten somewhat hungry by now? Look I have just one pig ear left.” With only two fingers she held something up in the air that looked like a chunk of animal skin and fat and gristle. It was the roasted ear of a pig, drenched with stinky spices that dogs obviously love. Real dogs I mean. With frank I do not know … Well to tell the true, I was sure that he would hate it like nothing fed to him before in his life.

“Wouldn`t Your dog relish a real mouth-watering chew, Dear?” The derision in Evilyn´s voice was unmistakable, the sneer on her pretty face just gorgeous. “Oh well of course he would. Now that is so nice of you dear Evilyne. Come frank, bark for Evilyne!” “Wuff, wuff” it came from him. Not enthusiastic enough for My taste. “Louder puppy, louder! Let us hear how You are looking forward to the delicious little pig ear!” “WUFF” “LOUDER”… “WUFF!! WUFF!!” … What I have to add here My dear readers is that the barking of frank had needed a little support that had to come from My hands. I own a very handy little deviced that I love to carry along with Me more or less everywhere I go. It is a sort of combination between a dog leash and a dog whip made of strong black leather. In fact it can be used for dragging along a dog as well as for disciplinary purposes. And it now needed the whip functionality to make frank feel what kind of barking I wanted to hear from him. Distinct obedient bow-wow that was meant to convey to My friend Evilyne how much I appreciated the fun We Ladies had in humiliating My pet.

“That´s a good boy. Now, get the pig ear. Come on sit up and beg. Where are the little paws? Hands up, fingers down. Head back, open mouth … That´s it. Here you go…” Holding the stinking pig ear at arms lenght I dropped it into his mouth.

“Ah, he won´t be able to swallow that right away. That will take its time. It´s not a filet steak you know!” The laughing Evilyne definitely had her experiences with feeding these kind of treats to a slave.

And indeed frank had his troubles. Big troubles. Chewing and chewing he was on the big chunk in his mouth. Brown saliva dripping from his mouth and threatening to spoil the carpet. We had to sit him on a plastic bag to prevent the drool from dripping on the floor. And Evilyne menaced him that when just one drop of the disgusting spittle from his snout would soil her floor she would make him pay for the cleaning. And that would cost him the equivalent of a pair of nice shoes for his Mistress.

So there he was now kneeling by My feet. Chewing and chewing on his dog ear. Making him open his mouth I could see that it had turned into a chunk of chewy grease. The proud and self assured man who had come here with Me had turned into a picture of misery within just a few hours. It had not taken much to take all his dignity from him. To degrade him and make him an animal at Our feet. Just a little afternoon play of three hilarious Mistresses. When he looked up and into My eyes I could see that he was completely wiped out.

When Governess Ely offered to get a dog bowl and fill that with what she called “her fresh warm champagne to quench the sweet little puppy” he finally gave in.

“Stop this please Mistress” he begged and whispered. “Please my Mistress, please. Don´t let her do this please”. Big tears filled his eyes and made Me shiver with pleasure and arousal. But so I then did. frank had received his lesson and I had experienced the fun I had hoped for. And more than that. Proud and satisfied I felt about My little pet that had gone through this ordeal for nothing else but My pleasure. Because for him there had sure been no pleasure at all in this wonderful afternoon. Still it was not quite over yet … not quite. But I had to keep control of Myself for another 30 minutes until W/we were sitting in the back of the cab returning to London. Only then I could finally grab his hand and squeeze that firmly between My strong legs and on My hot and juicy pussy …rubbing My hungry clit through the leather of My pants …. closing My eyes and recalling the pictures of his humiliation…. Then it was just a matter of seconds that the long warm waves of My orgasms finally came to take Me with them…

05 12 2014

The collaring of Roger (part 5)

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I would gladly have lain in a pool of my Stapana’s divine piss all day if need be, but I started to tidy up as commanded. I washed down the shower stall and then washed myself, washing off the sweat, blood and tears of the hours spent recently submitting to Her. My back was a criss cross of welts from where She had whipped me, they really started to throb with pain now, a constant reminder of my suffering for Her…no more swimming for a while. There was no towel, so I would have to drip dry, I stood there naked and started to shiver. I searched for my clothes but Stapana had taken them with her into the house, I was completely helpless and at her mercy, naked and locked in her dungeon with no way out.

I washed the soiled strapon from earlier, remembering how it had been deep inside my ass, and the feeling of being completely filled up inside. My ass was very sore and I also wasn’t sure if I liked being fucked by a big strapon like this but I suppose I had no choice now? I worshipped this woman as my supreme Goddess and if She wished to use me in this way so be it, I would have to endure this for her, the sight of Her wearing a big rubber cock was very erotic and arousing but having it slammed up my asshole repeatedly was another matter.

I looked around my Stapanas dungeon and was amazed by all the different outfits She had hanging there on a rail, a bewildering array of latex and leather catsuits, skirts, corsets and dresses. I inhaled deeply, the smell of the leather intoxicating me. She also had a huge collection of boots of various types and sizes. My favourites of course predictably were the thigh highs. What slave doesn’t go weak at the knees when confronted by a beautiful, powerful Domina wearing a pair of thigh high boots? The first reaction is to fall to your knees and run a servile tongue over the heel and toe. I took one of my Stapanas smaller leather boots and smelt the interior, I could still detect a faint smell of Her sweat on the inside. I inhaled the beautiful powerful aroma of the feet of my Goddess, the scent of Her mixed with the leather made me light headed again.

There was also on the walls a collection of illustrations of various classic femdom scenes set in dungeons, castles and Chateaus, and a few portraits of my Stapana also. The artist had signed his name Sardax. The drawings were very accomplished and you could tell a lot of effort and joy had gone into each one. I liked his work immensely.

The key turned in the lock and my Stapana quickly entered, She had changed and wore her house coat again over the catsuit. “So slave, what are you up to now? snooping around my possessions, sniffing my boots, are you? Ha, ha. Freud would have a field day with you. You are a slave in training so a newbie, but whenever I or any of my dominant Lady friends enter a room, you must act accordingly. Your slave head must be ALWAYS below any superior females, you must not look me directly in the face or talk until you are spoken to. I will only ONCE show you my ten slave positions and you must memorise them and learn them by heart, the signals and the positions you must assume, and you must be quick. I want a fit alert slave. Remember there is a long line of submissive men begging me every day to be collared and to become my property, so if you don’t shape up you will be cast aside. I will email you a pdf so you can refer to and memorise the positions, I will test you on them, if you make ANY mistake you wil be beaten. Slavery is not always about play, IT IS ALSO MAINLY SERVING, but I am usually a good judge of character and see something in you slave r that interests me…the potential and deeply felt need in you to be fully owned by a strong powerful dominant Woman twenty four/seven, to be controlled under slave contract, mind body and soul. I want a male slave to own as my personal goods, ultimately branding him with my ownership mark, my initials as you would an animal in the field.”

With that my beautiful Stapana showed me Her ten slave positions, the hand gestures and the positions to be assumed. I memorised then as best I could but would have to learn them properly later. I then assumed the waiting position, kneeling, head bowed to floor, hands upturned as is required.

“Good Boy, you are learning quickly, now I will inspect your cleaning and see what kind of a job you have done. As well as your day job at the office you will be required in the evenings and at weekends also to keep this dungeon spick and span, you will clean and look after my latex and leather outfits, and polish and clean my boots. You will live here, and if after a period I am happy and satisfied with your progress I will let you Into the main house, you may sleep at the foot of my bed, as I may have use of you during the night or to assist me with my toilet in the morning. How does that sound slave? Frightened?”

“Yes Stapana, giving up so much frightens me, but it also excites me, the thought of being owned completely”.

“Enough talk, this is the room where you will live for your trial period. You will be locked in at night and chained to the wall by your collar. You will also wear the collar to work under your shirt, it is a constant reminder of my hold over you and that I own you. You are not to talk to me at work or come up to my office floor, you will leave this house each morning by the workman’s side entrance,the one that’s used for deliveries. In time I will manipulate it so you will be assigned many of my work tasks and I will delegate what you do from afar. I may give up work completely, we will see in time.”

I was lead by my leash on all fours into my new slave quarters or cell, there was a basic wooden bed and a blanket, it was not cold now but would be freezing in winter time. There was a circular ring set into the wall like a medieval prison, it was here that I was to be chained naked each night. There was a basic Latrine in the corner, and a table, chair and lamp.

“I will turn off the light each night at eleven o clock, the switch is outside so it is I Your Goddess and owner that will control the very light that you see by, I may also check on you periodically through the spy hole in the door to make sure that you are behaving yourself. When you are not cleaning or serving me in the house I will set you tasks here to keep your mind from straying. I will control you completely, I want to eventually get it to the level where you can’t do anything without me controlling it and in turn controlling you completely as my compliant chattel. You will write out lines like an errant school boy or you will be given tasks to achieve like learning to speak Romanian. You may also set up here in your jail cell an altar dedicated to my honour, you can print out your favourite images of Your Stapana and have them displayed prominently so I can be worshiped daily. You may also have keepsakes that i may occasionally toss to you like pairs of my used soiled panties or canes I have used to beat you with. You will kiss the canes and smell the soiled and perfumed panties when I am absent to enforce my rule even when you are not in my wonderful presence. My face and scent will always be with You and my eyes will forever be watching You and looking into the very depths of your slavish soul, remember I now know all your weaknesses slave r and I know your every move and desire better than you do yourself. Now kneel and kiss the feet of your owner, Stapana and Goddess”.

I kneeled and placed a tender kiss on her booted foot, and with that Stapana led me back outside into the dungeon to inspect my cleaning. “Tut tut slave, what have we here, the dungeon toilet hasn’t been cleaned properly, you don’t expect a dominant Queen such as myself that is used to the finer things in life to have to sit on a toilet that isn’t 100% spotless? If you are lucky you may be assigned to be my toilet boy occasionally and serve and wait on me here, kneeling by the commode head bowed holding the toilet paper, wiping me front and back, or even as a special earned treat cleaning my ass fully with your tongue…but if the toilet is not cleaned and in immaculate condition that will never happen, understood?”

“Yes Stapana” I said, my head bowed, the toilet looked ok to me and she was finding fault on purpose but the suggestion that I may be allowed sometime in the future to lick her magnificent asshole clean made me determined to have the toilet scrubbed as if brand new.”Now get down on your hands and knees and scrub that toilet till it sparkles.” With that She grabbed my head pushed it down into the toilet bowl and pulled the handle, my head was flushed with the toilet water. She then chained me to a ringlet at the side of the toilet, She tossed me a toothbrush and said “Get scrubbing slave, if its not perfect you will be cleaning the bowl with only your tongue next time., and if its not right you won’t be fed today understood?”

“Yes Stapana” I quietly said, resigned to my fate yet more excited and elated that I had ever been before. I felt the energy flow between myself and this amazing woman I obeyed and worshipped. She was the Dominatrix I had found when lost and stumbling in the wilderness, i was the slave enduring her tasks and training, being slowly moulded into the object She ultimately wished me to become for Her.

” I will return in ten minutes, all had better be cleaned”. I quickly scrubbed and cleaned the toilet, inside the bowl and around the sides, it was totally spotless, just in time as Stapana returned again. She stood above me hands on her hips inspecting my work, would She find fault and beat me or would She be pleased?

“Well done slave” She exclaimed clearly pleased, “you are getting the idea, here is your reward”. She placed a silver dog bowl on the floor, it had the letter R on it for slave r i presumed. In it were leftovers from Her meal that She must have had in the main area of the house, scraps of meat and lumps of what looked like potato and carrot mashed together. She simply pointed at the bowl without speaking. I was starving so lowered my head into the bowl and proceeded to eat, just like a dog, at Her feet. To complete the humiliation She placed her boot on my neck and forced my head further down into the bowl. She alternated between two hands, Her left hand pointing to indicate that I should eat from the bowl and the right hand pointing to Her boot, so as She pointed I changed between eating from the bowl to licking her boot clean. The taste of leather was intense. I ate greedily not knowing when I might be fed again as now I was simply Her property and She controlled even when I ate. My fate and future were entirely in Her hands.

After I had licked the bowl clean, She broke up a few actual doggy biscuits and sprinkled them in the bowl. She pointed again, and I started to feed on my desert, but it was very dry and I had trouble eating. My Stapana could See this….”Slave lie on your back doormat position with mouth open again”. I lay there, in one movement a plastic funnel was placed in my mouth and Stapana squatted over it, with Her catsuit zip opened. A steady stream of Her divine and hot Goddess piss hit the back of my throat, I quickly swallowed and the dryness from the doggy biscuits immediately vanished. It was the 2nd time i had tasted my Stapanas urine that day, the taste of it was growing on me like a fine wine. Then Stapana got off my face and squatted instead over the dog bowl, She filled it to the brim with the last of Her superior Domina pee. Without needing to be told I dipped my slave tongue in the bowl and started to lap up Her yellow offering, occasionally I would look up and see my Stapana cruelly smiling, hands on hips. She didnt seem to mind me looking directly at Her without being told, our eyes met and She laughed, enjoying the sight of Her pathetic piss drinking slave beneath Her, who She now owned totally. My humiliation was complete, yet I reveled in the abasement She meted out to me. The crueller and more devilish the punishment, suffering and humiliation She dished out to me the more I loved and worshipped Her, I knew deep down She cared for me and admired the lengths I was willing to go to sacrifice my body for her and ultimately please Her.

“Ok, that’s nearly it for tonight slave r, you will spend your first night in the cell behind bars and then back to work on Monday. I will give you new bank details that I want you to from now to transfer your monthly wages into. All your money goes to me your new owner, you will have to ask permission to go out in future and also ask for some pocket money, also you give notice to your land lord that you will be moving out of your house.

Dont forget to polish my boots and latex outfits tomorrow, you will clean and polish them each day for me, and if any dust anywhere or fine incorrectly you will be punished. Real slavery is serving and working FOR ME….and and one last very important thing in case I forget”……

With that my beautiful Stapana, held up a smallish transparent chasity Device. “Present your cock and balls to your Stapana slave” She grabbed my balls, gave them a squeeze and examined them quickly. “Yes nicely emptied earlier” She slipped the chasity device over my flaccid cock and locked it at the top with a small lock.

” Now slave we will have a very quick mini ritual to celebrate your first chasity Device, repeat after me these words……I slave r vow to be a chaste slave for my Stapana. My cock and balls i offer up as Your personal property. This chasity Device bonds me with You physically but also mentally I am bound to You. I worship You for eternity “. I repeated the words verbatim then I had to kiss the key which my Goddess then placed around her neck on a light chain necklace. I then kissed each cheek of her ass as a servile show of devotion to seal the ritual. She told me that I would be allowed to cum occasionally, my balls emptied either through a ruined orgasm or if possible by prostate milking only. Also in time She would reinsert the butt plug each morning before work so my slave hole would be open for her throughout my working day.

Later lying on the hard wooden bunk, with the itchy blanket around me, a chain running through the ring on the front of my slave collar, the other end shackled to the wall, I pondered my first night of proper slavery and thought of my Stapana ensconced in Her luxurious bedroom. So many thoughts went through my mind, would I pass Her stringent trial period and graduate to full time collared slave or would I be cast aside? would I earn the mark of Sinn and would She brand me with Her initials to show Her ownership of me until the day I die?…. I would continue to think of Her well into the night until I drifted off to sleep, and in the morning She would be my first waking thought, my high priestess, unique living Goddess and magnificent Stapana Ezada Sinn.

Domina Ezada Sinn in black shiny fetish clothes with whip

Picture by Phil_I_am

03 10 2014

Begging for chastity

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How eager had he been My little German slave to come to see and serve Me in Bucharest, finally, after having spent so much time in his aroused isolation, locked in My mental chastity.

So when I announced to him that he was allowed to come to see Me just to beg for even more time in chastity in front of Me, on his knees, he did not take Me really serious I think. he did not yet know Me that well back then. he should have known better…

W/we were in the city, downtown. Walking through the streets in the sun. Before W/we had left My studio, I had applied an enema to him that then over time caused so much discomfort in his belly. It introduced utter turmoil to his poor bowels… An irrestible urge to empty himself.

While he was walking on My left, just half a step behind Me as the protocol requests, he could hardly move. But I just walked on and on, chatting with him so cheerfully, pretending not to notice how he felt yet knowing so well. To pour even moe gasoline into the fire burning within him, I started caressing My own breasts as I walked, stroking them so tenderly through the satin blouse …

he did wear an anal plug that was fixed into him perfectly so it just could not be removed … it stuck there immovable … sealed him off completely.

The anal plug just had a very little tiny hole in it that would allow only the the smallest pass through … and relief … So the urge to release himself just would not stop … only so torturing slowly …. his helplessness did arouse and excite Me too much to tell … and when I looked into his eyes, I saw everything there, the humilation, the lust, the submission, the craving, the pain, just as if one is taking a shower and the water is icecold and burning hot same time.

he was begging and pleading me to help and release him. But I was only laughing at him, laughing this laugh that I knew did drive him crazy, … an innocent young girl totally aroused by her own cruelty, by her control, by her power … I threw back My head and played with My hair with My long bronze fingers … I just could not help it, having so much fun with My suffering puppy.

“you know what you have to do to make Me stop this” I purred, teasing him. “Just the right little plea and I will let pop the corks…” he could not take it any longer. So there he was, getting on his knees just in front of “Caru’ cu bere”, speaking those magic words that I had waited to hear in anticipation: “Please My Mistress, send me back to chastity, i will remain with My cock locked up, happily i will just as long as it pleases You, will remain as Your little chaste convent pupil, but please stop this, remove the plug, I am begging You please, my Mistress, please….”

For about a minute I let him kneel there, savouring every second of it. Never before in history has any man been so happy to finally see the restrooms of Caru’ cu bere I am sure.

01 10 2014

Femdom Summer Camp 2014 day 1

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Femdom Summer Camp 2014 is over. Most of you followed us on Twitter, so you probably know already how much We, the Ladies, have enjoyed Ourselves. I know lots of you wanted to participate, but since it was an exclusive event, only the best of Our slaves had the chance to serve us.

For the unlucky ones, not able to be there: Read the stories from The Femdom Summer Camp 2014 here, on My blog, look for the clips that will be published on My Clips4Sale store and on Mistress Evilyne’s Clips4Sale store, and don’t forget for the best of you, there will be other chances to serve Us, e.g. during the next Femdom camps.

The whole idea of this Femdom Camp was about service and not play, the purpose was for Us to be served, pampered, pleased, while the slaves’ needs (not even talking about wishes) were disregarded. I wanted the Camp to be as close to a true matriarchal society as at all possible. First it seemed difficult for the males to adapt to this, they looked quite gloomy, but I had no doubts about the irresistable power of Female supremacy once it gets to work full force: I knew they would manage and so they did, even sooner and better that I had expected Myself.

As a foundation of Our community in the Camp We needed a strict set of rules to be followed by the males. And of course, as a symbol of their subjugation, the slaves had to be collared permanently.

Before the act of the collaring We, the Ladies, discussed about the rules that would apply in the Camp. Like in OWK, The Femdom Summer Camp 2014 rules were very different from the usual laws and rules valid in the outside world. The Camp rules were the guideline to Female Supremacy. have a look at them to see for yourselves.

Once We had agreed on the details, it was time to collar Our slaves and to instruct them about the rules. They had no say in discussing them, of course not, they only had to learn and follow the rules that We had set for them.

In the first evening, We dressed up for dinner. While We were sitting at the table in our elegant dresses, comfortable and relaxed, the slaves had to serve Us almost naked (wearing just their collars and underwear). They had no place at the table with Us, they were not even allowed to ever sit on any piece of furniture, only on the floor. They were here to attend on Us. And they did.

Still We also showed some generosity to reward for correct conduct. One of My slaves was allowed to keel very close to Me while I fed him with the most healthy pure seeds of the best black Portuguese olives that came directly from My mouth. he was kind of lucky but My other slave even more enjoyed the dinner I think. Placed under the table like a little puppy, first only allowed to sniff My delicious pussy through My panties while starters were served. Then for main course, gently rubbing his nose over My Sanctum, up and down and up and down… I felt no hurry at all to finish My delicious meal off.

After We had finally finished eating, We had the slaves put all the leftovers into a plastic basin and eat out of it, sitting on the floor. They should be thankful We allowed them to use spoons, otherwise they would have looked even worse than pigs. Surprisingly, most of them seemed not to be too hungry, even though they hadn’t eaten all day. Strange creatures…

Before going to bed the slaves had to kiss each Woman’s feet (a ritual they were to follow each morning and evening) and were told to wake up at 8 o’clock and get the breakfast ready before the Ladies wake up.

Lying in bed that first night, I could not wait for the sun to rise again to even take things at the Camp to a next level. The slaves in their little chamber sure felt a lot different.

02 06 2014

Training methods

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“During the initial stages of its training it is not able to perform with perfection yet. For instance, the other day Mistress Ezada Sinn walked into the hallway after having a nice lunch with Her cruel Woman friend Lady Sada. As instructed, it was waiting for Her, naked, kneeling down, hands on its back, head to the floor. As soon as Mistress Ezada Sinn walked into the hallway, She expected Her property to assume the doormat position, so that She could clean the soles and high heels of Her favourite pair of boots. But it failed to anticipate Her wishes and stayed in waiting position. This made Mistress Lady Ezada Sinn furious. She started to kick it hard with Her boots, while shouting out loud Her disapproval. Soon it started to cry and scream and trying to evade Her boots, while it should have known never to make a sound or move without specific instructions or permission. Heated with anger, Mistress Ezada Sinn now wanted to crush its snout with Her boots, but She composed Herself just in time. Instead, She infused fear into its brainstem, while speaking with a low and slow voice: Useless subhuman creature, you will now experience what I am capable of. Assume worm position and follow me!

Five minutes later Her property was tied up down in the hellish dungeon under the mansion of Mistress Ezada Sinn. Still a male creature, not yet fit to be addressed as a well trained object of use. Very painful clamps torturing its nipples, a small bucket hanging down from its excuse for malehood. You will stay like this for the next 12 hours. Soon, all your muscles will start to hurt and anger against Me will build up inside your soul. But there is nothing you can do and soon the anger will turn itself against you. Ahh, how much you will suffer! How delicious!

And then She left.The light went out and it was alone in the dark with its agony.

As predicted, after some hours the torture became almost unbearable. But this was just the prologue. After what seemed like an eternity – in fact it was after four hours – it heard the sound of high heels closing in. Let there be light. And there She was, Mistress Ezada Sinn, fully dressed in military uniform. Hello My slave, I brought you something to eat and something to drink. Close your eyes and open your mouth. First, I will feed you with the mud you failed to lick from My boots. I added some flavour, since this afternoon I felt I needed to clean My nose thoroughly. I also added the toiletpaper I used just ten minutes ago. Second, I will offer you a delicious drink. It is a mixture of My piss and My snot and saliva. Yes, I know you do not like foul language, but you will just have to cope with it! Or would you rather have Me feeding you living worms and spiders?

Soon, it was dark again. And after a while, it felt an urgent need, but it knew that relieve would add to the weight of the bucket. And inside its head it heard the echo of cruel promises: After a few hours I will be checkin’ in again, to see how you are doing. And guess what? I just called Lady Sada, and I think She has a crush on you! I think I do not have to explain Myself. Because you already know how much She loves feeding subhumans with leftovers that have been processed deep inside Her. I know how much you crave to be of full service to Me, but that will never happen. I think this will be a nice compromise! Meanwhile, I will place these small candles between your toes, they will burn for two hours, so if your feet are cold, just be patient, yes?

Later that day, round midnight, Mistress Ezada Sinn danced on the music Her screaming slave produced, while She was whipping him with Her single tail. She felt quite energetic, so She let Her whip come down at least 300 times. Blood was running down skin and this inspired Her to yet another delicious torture: I feel an urgent need, but I am not going to piss into My subhuman toilet. Instead, I will piss on its wounds, so that My piss will be running unmediated through its heart and grey cells. And so She did.

The next day, round lunch time, it assumed doormat position as soon as it heard the key. Although this time Mistress Ezada Sinn expected it to assume ashtray position, She felt quite happy with what She accomplished in just 24 hours.”

Written by slave x.

02 11 2013

Serving Me in Zurich part 3

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I do not have a S class Mercedes in Bucharest but I must admit I could get used to it. W/we rode through the evening traffic so gently and cushioned from all the city noise and hassle that the outside world appeared as if it was nothing but a silent movie projected on the windows of the limousine. The little scene in the gas station had aroused Me more than I had expected and I wondered why that was. First of all I think it was the publicity. I sure am not an exhibitionist but the phantasy of being admired and worshipped not only in My private studio but out there in real life had fascinated Me for long already.

And then, not less than that, it was the obedience that frank had shown there. Well it was more than mere obedience. I had felt something different in that moment. When W/we had entered the shop and I had sensed his fear and pulled the leash tight it was as if a sort of transformation had happened to U/us. frank had virtually become a dog in this moment. he had so completely surrendered to Me, apparently lost his humanity and own will completely. he was afraid but he had to follow My orders. It was not a process of decision inside of him anymore, it was following without questioning. And begging for My protection in return. And My feelings had been complementary to that. I had felt that he had become My property, that I owned him like a dog is owned by his mistress. I felt that I might have ordered anything to him and he would have obeyed immediately . But at the same time I had felt a strong responsibility for him. As if this transformation into My property had automatically triggered a vow in My own sub consciousness to protect him from harm.

Now that moment was gone and he sure was a thinking independent human being again. Steering a big black limousine through the outskirts of Zurich that we had reached in the meantime. Time to change that again a little bit.

“Didn´t you say you were thirsty and W/we had to cause a big fuss in the gas station just to get something in order to satisfy your thirst?”

“Da Stapana.”

“Well then. Drink!”

The bottle of coke thrown from the back seat landed directly on his lap, maybe even hurting his swollen blue balls a little bit. I heard him gasp. Unintended fringe benefit.

Without taking the eyes off the road he opened the bottle, lifted it to his mouth and took a mouthful of the sweet and warm soft drink.

Not his favorite beverage for sure. The open bottle had hardly left his mouth when a sharp voice from the back stopped it again.

“I said: Drink!”

he put the bottle to his lips once more and took two or three gulps. Just when I thought that he had now understood, he tried to take another break.

Even though the Mercedes is a spacious car, I had to unpleasantly wrench Myself in order to get in position so that Croppy could even more unpleasantly jump onto his thighs. Unpleasant for him that was, very pleasant for me. Because Croppy sure is a swift jumper, believe Me. I enjoyed the scream that flew from the lips. The lips that had so disrespectfully treated My order to drink.

“Drink the goddamn coke now or Croppy will beat you black and blue!”

He did not dare to put down the bottle once more. Slowly but steadily the brown liquid emptied into his body. I watched from the back how the initially rather refreshing drink more and more became a nasty warm force feeding.

“Da bine, little puppy, but don´t you dare to spoil a single drop …”

he nearly made it perfectly. Just a tiny little trickle of coke running down his chin and throat and disappearing in his white shirt during the last quarter, what I generously overlooked. When he had bravely finished, one and a half liter of coke had found its way into his stomach. And would shortly continue proceeding towards his bladder from there.

“Still thirsty frank?”

“Nu Ezada.”

Had Croppy only visited his thigh with a single jump before, she now came back for a ferocious dance. The strokes hit him so hard, that he could hardly keep the steering wheel in his hands. I didn´t care because I had really lost it.

“Don’t you dare to call me Ezada you pathetic jerk! Who do you think you are? My personal friend or what?”

The rhythm of the crop accompanied each word of My blatant fury.

“Stapana, no, please, stop it. i did not want to … Nu .. Îmi pare rău. I’m so sorry …”

His ridiculous attempts to appease me in My sweet Romanian language were useless this time. Oh how I hate to be called by My first name by a slave. This apparent lack of obedience and respect. How can they ever forget what they are? Creatures of a lower species. How can they dare to address the Goddess on eye level and honestly think that they can get away with that? My fury and anger fueled My rage until My arm became tired. The last part of the punishment had been carried out in silence. Only the hissing of the crop and the little detonations when she met her target filled the air with sound. He knew why i was beating him so relentlessly and he seemed to accept the verdict.

When justice had finally be served we had nearly reached the destination of O/our little voyage. In the shining light of the street lanterns I saw that his face was covered with tears. i felt no remorse, he himself was responsible for what just had to happen. I sure am a specialist in pain and tears and so I knew that it was for the best part not the crop that had made him cry. It was that unmistakble explanation that he would never be anything else but a slave forMe. That all his dreams of establishing a realtionship that would go any deeper than that were nothing but the bubbles of a foam bath.

“Stop over there.”

he pulled over and the limousine came to a halt at the roadside. This time he remained speechless. His hands stroked his thighs trying to comfort the flesh that was still burning from My relentless beating.

I was well ahead of schedule for My appointment so i took My time. frank had no idea why W/we had come here. A dark street in a residential area of a sleepy Zurich suburb. Big houses behind high walls and huge fore gardens. Nothing special at all for Swiss Standards. At least from the outside. One of the elegant villas was the home of an exclusive yet very discreet SM club that had invited Me and several other leading European Mistresses star at a “Night of black service.”

I switched on the light to check My look in the mirror, touched up the lipstick, put on some make up, refreshed the eyeliner, straightened My leather clothes… I could see how frank watched Me in the rear view mirror. The tears were drying on his cheeks and his look was pure fascination. Sheer undiluted admiration. My impact on him has always been something special about U/us. I mean, I know of course about My effect on men in general and on a great deal of women also. But frank sure topped this. I will never forget how he had looked at Me in Bucharest for the very first time, kneeling in front of Me he had literally started to cry on first sight.

I granted him two lucky minutes or so. he did not know for sure that this had already been the highlight of the night. The rest would become more or less dreadful.

“I want to exit.”

This time he did better than at the gas station. Kneeling next to the car he opened the door for Me, his head devotedly bowed down. Seconds later I raised above him. The sole of My boot pushed his neck even further towards the ground.

“Listen carefully to Me now frank.”

Under My right foot I could feel a movement of his head that seemed to be an attempt to nod.

“When I leave now, you will stay here kneeling until you can´t hear My steps no more. Then you will get back into the car and not move any more. I will soon be back, and until I am back you will stay put. Understood?”

From the e-mail correspondence that W/we had had in the past, frank should have known that My definition of the word “soon” sure was different from his. For a slave doing something “soon” means doing it within seconds, maybe minutes. For the Mistress it just means taking into account to do something at any old time in the future.

“Have you understood what I have just said frank?”

“Da Stapana mea.”

“you will not disappoint Me once more, will you frank?”

“Nu Stapana mea.”

“Da bine. Acum, faci exact ceea ce ti-am spus. Săruta-Mi mâinile și picioarele.”

With that I left him. Left him to dive into a night of play, fun and sadism in a Zurich mansion. But strangely enough, My thoughts again and again during this night kept returning to frank sitting alone in that black Mercedes. I imagined how the need must have become stronger and stronger and stronger until it had become absolutely irresistible. How he must have hoped for My return over hours, every nightly pedestrian a new and then disappointed hope for relief. How he must have fought that long but hopeless fight against himself. A fight against that growing seduction to give up. How easy it would have been to surrender. A fight against spoiling this beautiful car knowing that there would be no serious excuse or comprehensible explanation for the rental company.

During every wild whipping session i thought of My obedient little prisoner locked into that dungeon not by iron shackles but only by the pledge of allegiance towards Me. When planning that evening, I had thought about maybe hogtieing him to the steering wheel and so to hinder him from disobeying My strict order. But that would have been to easy for him and I had decided differently. I wanted him to fight against the temptation of liberating himself. I wanted it to be nothing but his own pure obedience attaching him to the car seat like the strongest glue. The pure submission under My will and order should make him do what was so senseless, pathetic and disgraceful. Obedience for nothing else but the sake of obedience.

I think I have had four or five orgasms during that wild night. Credited not to the rather boring but generous Swiss bankers but much more so to My own phantasy. The strongest one about three o´clock in the morning when I was sure that now was the time when he could not take it any more. When he had to let go. When he would first try to just limit it to some drops, only to relieve the pain in his groins, to abate the distress just a little bit. But to then find that this was impossible. That once the gates had been opened, he would not be able to stop or control it any more. Regardless of the leather seats of the new and flashy rental car, regardless of his pride and dignity, regardless of everything.

I returned to the car at about five o´clock in the morning. Tired and satisfied. The tigress had eaten willing flesh to the full. I found him sleeping, sitting in the drivers seat. My finger knocking on the window woke him up and My rotating hand signalised him to lower the window. Just a few inches were enough to proof that I had been right. That he had stuck to the order. The odour was overwhelming. What had been a beautiful light scent of „Ange ou Diable” when I had left now stunk like the urinal of a gypsy campground. Just disgusting.

I could not help but hold My nose.

„Ah, but this is horrible frank. Are you not able to restrain yourself just for a couple of moments when I am away? And did I allow you to fall asleep while at My service? Well you will not seriously expect that I will enter this rolling lavatory again. Get My suitcase from the trunk, I´ll get that taxi over there. I do not need you in Zurich any more. I will let you know should I require your services once more.”

With said I backed off and turned around, not even waiting for his answer.

Coming home to Bucharest a long e-mail of frank awaited Me, thanking Me so exuberantly for everything I had done for him in Zurich.

21 07 2013

Picture of the week 29 2013 – Morning ritual: Mistress Ezada using Her slave in the bathroom

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you can glimpse at how My days normally start. My servant is sleeping on the floor, at My feet, wearing only the collar and a chastity device. He wakes up immediately as he hears Me and comes to kiss My feet and help Me dress. I use him as a stool and a spittoon for toothpaste in the bathroom, while I brush My teeth. This is not My personal servant, just a slave in training, so he is not worthy of being My toilet slave yet. So he has to kiss My feet when I sit on the toilet and will receive the toilet paper I use to wipe My pussy in his mouth, before his face will go into the toilet when I flush.

28 04 2013

Picture of the week 18 2013 – Just an object – human ashtray and spittoon

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My personal slave is trained to serve Me in any way I want. One of My favorites is to totally dehumanize him.
As usual, is is locked in chastity. It’s not about his please after all, but Mine. His mouth is kept wide open by a ring gag. This way I can use his mouth as a spittoon, ashtray and it prevents him from swallowing – this way the taste of My ashes will persist in his mouth. I touch him with the burning cigarette and most amusing for Me is to make him cry, so I blow smoke into his eyes. He is such a loser that he likes to be My ashtray and spittoon.

This is a still from one of My latest clips on C4S

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