There is no male who hasn’t done anything wrong. Perfect behavior may be achieved only through confession, penitence and punishment.
Confess your sins against Female Supremacy principles and present yourself to be judged by Me, Imperial Lady Judge of the Womania Empire, on the 15th of September 2018.
Read more details about The Judgement Day here.
It’s a frigid windy day outside at Madame Catarina’s Hidden Torture Farm and We are both comfortably dressed in Our full leathers. For Our slave, however, the chilly opposite is quite the biting reality, especially after We order him to strip naked.
After witnessing his fellow prisoner being whipped, probably hoping he can avoid this fate, it’s time for this slave to entertain Us. But for him the intensity of suffering from Our single tail whips increases tenfold as Madame Catarina and I intently beat him without mercy, just for the fun of it. From ruthless and useless manual labor tasks, such as carrying heavy stones lodged in the small of his back while walking on all fours and being whipped, to the red-marked chest the slave willingly exposes to accept the stings of My ferocious red snake whip.
We don’t care for one slightest bit if he’s cold, uncomfortable, tired or in unbearable pain. Madame Catarina’s and My pleasure is the only thing that matters.
Hard labor and whipping – the fate of a slave
Stockholm syndrome consists of “strong emotional ties that develop between two persons where one person intermittently harasses, beats, threatens, abuses, or intimidates the other.” *
There is something very appealing for Me to feel in total control over My slave, to make him My prisoner for a day, a weekend or even for life. To decide everything that happens with him: working time, meal time, resting time. I decide how I want to use him and for how long, how he will be punished or rewarded for his actions. Feeling My slave totally broken down, ready to obey any command makes Me feel closer to him. And help him to feel closer to Me.
Stockholm syndrome…
*from Wikipedia
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 ….
“The light came on and I saw my mistress, fully dressed in leather from head to toe.
She took off the padlock of my cell and before opening the door, She announced in a chilling voice:
“It’s time for you to Understand your place : to be broken by my whip. Out, slave! “
She pointed the heel position and I follow Her out of the basement of the residence Avalon.
Once in the main hangar, She walked till a baroque chair, very elegant at Her Image. She sits on Her Throne. Despite the lack of light passing through the glass roof of the room, all rays was concentrated on Her body enhanced by a shiny Leather. Beside Her, a pair of impressive over the Knee boots and a very very long whip, which I had already seen several times in Her Den of Bucharest, but I had never had the chance to see in Her hands. Besides, I wondered about the number of times She could use this instrument of torture, in which state Her slaves finish after a whipping with it, and have they been able to overcome the pain.
Of love and slaves (while changing boots)
I am staying in “waiting position” when She began Her speech:
“My slave, you Will receive a hard punishment, The Most intense and Painful of your pathetic life, I will break you down, I will make you cry, you will show Me how much you love Me.”
I must admit I did not hear Her words, I did not get scared, I was probably aware of what is going to happen to me. Or the chance to be in this magical place, cut off from the World at the feet of my Serene Highness : so beautiful, so haughty, so dignified, so powerful, plunged me in a daze. I had never explored before.
I heard the snap of Her fingers, mean that I had to get up to serve. She pointed to the pair of boots She wanted to change.
I love this kind of moments. Take off Shoes, take on Shoes of a Woman, it’s an intimate and precious moment. I take the time to remove the boot, kiss it, put it on the floor before kissing Her divine foot. My Mistress likes to show me Her superiority by taking me on the leash to feel deeply the smell of Her socks. I love sniffing the aroma of Her feet through Her black socks. This is a part of the ultimate femininity for me.
Once She wears the new boots, She ordered me to catch the sulky. I took the sulky and park it in front of the red Throne of my Goddess. I knelt down to allow Her to take place. Despite the cold and rough floor of the residence, I was amazed by the Honor of carrying my Goddess as well. I imagine to be the century of Cleopatra, walking the Egyptian Queen worldwide by pulling Her “Carrosse” under Her loin and whip until exhaustion in the hot Egyptian sun or in the cold and snow encountered in the Balkans to join Rome. Breathless, I will be abandoned on the edge of a road, trampled by Her coach for not being able to transport Her to the end of the world. In the era of sustainable development, emission free automobile, I advocate for a return to transport the Ladies by the unique strength and sweat of submissive men. It would be magic to be the driver of Mistress Ezada for my entire life.
She asked me to make turns more rapidly in the hangar, intensifying my pace if necessary with Her whip kisses from Her long whip on my back. She increases the difficulty by ordering me to change direction repeatedly. I took great care to make these U-turns without disturbing the comfort of my Mistress. Indeed, it must be fast, but remain elegant and do not do in spurts, that would disturb Her in her walk. I think I was pretty good but my Goddess had not the same viewpoint and I would soon feel it in my whole being.
Faster, My pony, faster! Pony maneuvering training
“Stop, I want to go down.”
I knelt down so She could get off. I laid the sulky, then rushed on all fours to Her feet.
“I don’t like When you are not elegant and fast in the same time. you understand that. you are useless, piece of shit!”
Her eyes were so dark, so deep, so terrifying :
“present balls!!!”
She gives me a first kick – the most violent that I could receive up till today. Then a second, then a third. The noise between the Leather of the platform of Her boot and my balls echoed in the hangar increasingly loud and long. I goes down under the blows administered by my Goddess.
Without blinking, without dead time, with an uncompromising voice:
“Again, get up!”
I got up, willingly, quickly but not enough for the sadistic and punitive taste of my Mistress. After a second more violent and intense series of kicks, I collapse again.
“Assume the position, piece of shit. I am going to break you down, to make you cry! ”
I get up. She approached me and slapped me a relentless tens of times. She was so beautiful, so untouchable, so divine, so cruel, so harsh. I think I had never seen Her this way before. I was in admiration in front of Her supremacy, captivated by Her despotism. She is even more beautiful when She is cruel, sadistic. I think She is so natural and it shines on Her beauty, Charisma and Aura.
For nothing on the world, I wanted to stay on the floor so that to beg Her to stop.
To admire Her grace when pushing my limits again and again is an incredible feeling and we can only stand up and accept yet again and again Her shots. Even if I have to keep the marks and aftermath of this incredible afternoon until the last day of my life.
Back into waiting position, She gives me a final series before to stomp me heavily and ordered me to follow Her as soon as possible to crawl on the floor to the middle of the hangar.
I remember that on the gritty ground, I scraped my foot and knee by trying to follow. She raised my head to “spit on my face”. This time, it wasn’t a “Domina kiss”. Not the traditional one but to humiliate me and belittle me in my condition of useless slave, unable to bear all its severity She delivered with Her huge boots.
I must admit that the taste of Her saliva was delicious. A little more than usual, probably because it was the taste of humiliation.
Hardly have I had time to catch my breath – when you receive a hard kick in the balls, you have the sensation of running out of air and you feel extreme pain in the abdomen – She pointed at finger the pillory in the middle of the room.
She firmly tied my fists at both ends of the bar suspended. Then she walked to the throne to take Her long Bullwhip. She approaches me with a big smile, I dare meet Her eyes who already sparkles with the idea of caressing my skin with Her longest whip.
Selfishness is treated with the whip
“I will finish You, I will make You cry for me, not Because it’s a punishment this time, Because you Love Me. I will show you how I like to be loved, by taking the pain and humiliation for My pleasure! “
Then She showed me her hand that I kissed and walked away laughing. I cannot describe the feeling I get at this point: I am scared but happy. She will show me Her way of romantism… but at what price.
One lash, two lashes, three lashes just mark my flesh for many weeks. She touched my back, my hips, my butt. Pain, as surprising as possible, was more bearable mentally than before. Probably because I felt She put all the love from Her heart. Physically, however, I could feel the bites of each impact along my body. She continued for 5 interminable minutes. The chemistry between us was so intense that we could feel the link that unites us since 32 months. I was probably in a second state, a state which is reached when the total fullness or absolute love is born.
She approached me, to caress Her masterpiece : the paintbrush being Her whip, Her canvas my body. She inspected my sex to see if I liked Her art. Then we looked eye to eye. For the first time, I discovered love… no gesture, no words, just through the expansion of Her magnificent pupils of eyes.
“I want more.”
She gives me a dozen strokes, full force, without restraint this time on the top of my back. To hide my suffering, I going up of the soil clinging to the bar above my head.
Then She came back to me, running Her sharp nails in each of my marks. Some of them are always visible on my skin, one year later. I am so lucky to keep them for my whole life as a proof of Love.
I felt She did not want to stop, She wants to continue, to destroy me definitely. But my Goddess is not extremely sadistic. She will not continue if She feels that her slave can no longer bear the pain or complicity has decreased. She loves above all that Her slave proves his sacrifice, his love, begging Her to continue, not to stop. The feeling is so strong in this case that i am pretty sure She could have an orgasm. And to be honest, me too.
Despite the fear, despite the fact I hate the pain, my love was stronger. I wanted to offer Her my body forever:
« Biciui si ma înca, nu te opri, Stapana, Va rog, Zeita mea, va rog » 1
1 whip me again and again, do not stop, I beg You my Mistress, please my Goddess.
She changed the whip to Her red snakewhip.
The pain was more intense, probably because She applied the whip on the scarred areas, and She focused only on 2 or 3 of them. Or maybe because the break of a few minutes made me lose my head or I hate even more that whip, I do not know.
But the pain quickly becomes excruciating and unbearable. I began to moan louder and louder, twisting me under the blows, falling arms outstretched to the sky. I end up crying. Big tears running down my face and end their journey on the floor at my feet.
My Goddess stops short time later. Just at the right time. I pushed my limits which I deemed impassable two hours earlier. She had found the words, gestures, attitudes so that we crosses a new milestone.
“You cry, my dear purcelus. I broke you under My Whip kisses. You see, this is love, LOVE.
When you are crying under my whip, When You are totally broken by my power, I love you too. But only then.”
While laughing with the same laugh than ten minutes ago. She is so great, my Goddess. I worship my Goddess for eternity. I belong to Her for eternity.
She graves Her mark deeply in my skin, in my body. But She leaves Her signet even more deeply in my soul. My life belongs to Her and She could whatever She wants with. She owns the right to life and death on me.
She untied me. I fell at Her feet in pain, relief, love. She sat on his throne and invited me to hug. Hugging her thigh, her legs.
She admired Her artwork while I continued to cry, grasping Her calves. My tears were, I think, tears of happiness and pain mixed. Like a baby who fell, hurt himself. He cries in the arms of his mother. I’m nothing but a little baby, a little animal who finds solace with his Mistress.
We remained so for about ten minutes. (Usually after a severe punishment or deserved punishment, it does not mean you deserve any gesture of affection or if it’s the case, it’s so short (10 seconds maximum) you do not have time to enjoy it). I think this time was stronger, more symbolic than a long romantic kiss. I love taking Her feet in my arms, Her calves, knees, thighs. I need to live these moments close to them. I am ready to accept She uses all possible whips, even the more dangerous of the world, as long as She wishes, as hard as She desires, to have the chance to snuggle counter Her feet. I actually felt Our love at that moment. I loved Her, and I still would.
my place is still in Ezada’s jail.
“Enough, slave, I am distressed now and i feel good. I will have a nice dinner with my lady friends in the city center of Berlin. And It’s time for you to go back in your cells. “
I followed in all fours to my cell. She stopped at a small mirror:
“you look so much better with My whip marks all over your body, purcelus”
She did it intentionally to afraid me before lying down in my tiny bed and leaving me in the dark; thinking at the permanent marks and / or at the next steps / hours in Avalon.
She closed the door, I kiss Her boots:
“Multumesc Stapana, multumesc”
She leaves the room, so beautiful, so unique, so captivating. The light goes off and I lie on my back gently, feeling the various cuts and nicks that will remind me all night or more, the love of my Mistress…”
Factual account written by My slave purcelus after he served Me in Avalon Residence. To be continued.
Factual account written by My slave purcelus after he served Me in Avalon Residence.
“I was waiting this moment for weeks. It was a dream for me to go to Berlin, not to visit the German capital but to discover one of the largest caves of Female Supremacy: The Avalon Residence.
The days preceding my departure, I sail on the Avalon website to harvest valuable practical information but mainly to start to shiver by where I was sleeping, I was going to stay in my penance waiting obediently my Empress. By dint of thinking, of fantasizing about it, I will have the great honor to live this experience owing to my Mistress.
I remember the day I confirmed Her my presence, She answered with Her mischievous voice, sensual with an ounce of sadistic pleasure :
” Maybe, it will be too much for you : be My prisoner, sleeping in the cold and dark cell among other slaves. you will not support it!”
Then She sketched an unequivocal smile. She certainly knew She will pushed my limits towards borders that I did not imagine.
She gave this sentence, also, I suppose, for two reasons:
– To challenge me because She knows I love the competition. Showing me that She underestimate my will to serve Her with perfection, it irritates my slave’s low pride and I prepare myself not to disappoint Her. I must admit that She likes to play with my competitor character for contest with other slaves, for example, to use the most of my body, my mind and my devotion. To be honest, I sometimes feel this need, but Her charm, elegance and natural superiority, everything is present for me to go beyond my limits and offer even more my body, my mind to the masterpiece done by my Goddess.
– To fear me several months ahead and dream about what will happen in Germany.
I landed at Berlin-Tegel airport in the late morning. The appointment is taken for 13 H at the Avalon residence. I could prepare my route to get me to the dungeon of Lady Marlon and Lady Mercedes. The airport is only 6 kilometers from the dungeon and it is the only noise you can hear from the deep basement of this large residence. I could take a taxi but I admit that I wanted to feel the tension, anxiety and chills go up gradually along my path.
Along the way, I find the beautiful landscape and I stopped along the Spandauer Schifffahrtskanal to realize a picture (in the waiting position, completely naked). I send it by MMS to my Mistress to show Her that I’m on the way and I think of Her, as always.
I finished my walking few minutes later, taking care to eat a sandwich. I prefer to prepare myself because I know I will not have anything to eat or drink for a very long time. My Mistress decide when it’s necessary to feed me. I confess that to increase the intensity of a “total power exchange”, it is essential to control the diet of Her slave. Nothing is more intense than to start being really thirsty or hungry and your Mistress decides is She will offer a precious spit or Her Divine champagne that can, at once, raising my slave soul, but also help me to keep my spirits a minimum. One day, my Mistress will feed me only thanks to Her fluids and human waste every week. I am sure that this day will happen and I know that i will belong to Her forever.
I arrive in the neighborhood of the Avalon Residence. My excitement is so great that I was to the Avalon studio and not to the residence. Despite I looked at the photos on the website and I doubt that I’m not in the right place but my Mistress made me lose my mind already when I feel Her presence so close. At the entrance of the studio, a very elegant Woman opens the door and asks me. She quickly understood that I was at the wrong door and She decided to take me with Her car at the residence. It was easy to know, but I understood later that this Woman so haughty and friendly, is none other than the owner of the premises : Baroness Mercedes.
We arrive at the residence. The door opens with a man, and I see my Mistress sitting at a table with Mrs. Caramel, Governess Painless, Fetish Liza and 3 other men talking, laughing. My Mistress is so beautiful, She wears jeans with Her famous “flat boots” and a black top suggesting one of Her pretty shoulders. I had not seen Her for nearly two months, and each time I feel the same, I fall in love. I thought it was due to the huge lack of sensation when I’m not with Her, but I feel that She is even more beautiful, day after day, month after month, year after year.
Baroness Mercedes says :
“I found this poor slave lost on his Way.”
My mistress answers :
“Idiot, idiot, slave”
and She slapped my face and forced me to kneel to kiss Her boots.
I remain kneeling and I met the other Mistresses, kissing their feet one by one. I confess I am still intimidated when I meet other Mistresses, ruling the world, especially when other men (not slaves) are there, sitting at the same table. But the presence of my Mistress allows me to overcome that shyness.
After brief introductions, my Mistress takes me to a small dressing room. She asked me to undress and leave all my belongings in a locker. I’ll meet them until the end of my stay. In each shelve, there is a prison uniform. My mistress preferring to see me naked, she decided that I will not wearing that uniform. Before undressing, I offer a gift to my Mistress, as always. For the occasion, I planned a small romantic speech in Romanian. My language and my pronunciation mistakes causes a scathing and chilling response from my Mistress during my love note:
“I understand nothing from what are you saying, leave this present here. Strip of, faster, slave.”
I think my Goddess was right, my Romanian was pitiful, but I doubt that She was also eager to show me Her power by transforming me into Her prisoner.
She puts me Her Collar, so synonymous of a total ownership.
Once completely naked, my Teacher tells me the gesture for the heel position and I’m in all fours, slightly behind Her, on her left. To humiliate me, She takes me to the dining room to kiss the boots of other Dominas.
“It’s time to go to Your cell, slave”
with a cold voice, Goddess Ezada tells in front of everybody.
I follow her with some difficulties due to some stairs in stone, metallic stairs … My Mistress makes me a short visit of the Residence : St Andrew’s cross, cages, inhabit different parts of first floor. On the ground floor, a large shed where my Mistress asks me to kiss Her boots and announces:
“Presents balls !”.
She gives me a strong kick in the balls. Like every time we meet; it is a ritual that indicates that now I will suffer for Her as long as She wants.
She shows me the different instruments (a little sulky, winch in the middle of the hangar to fix slave who could receive shots from very long whip …) Then she announces:
“I am in a bad mood, tired and displeased with the long road I did from Düsseldorf. You have to distressed me so that make me feel good by taking all the pain and humiliation i will inflict You”.
It was scary to hear my Empress saying those words. When She is happy, smiling, She has not a light hand to show me that She can transform me into Her object, Her piece of meat … But when She is in a bad mood, I expect the worst when She will expresse Her cruelty with no mercy on my buttocks, my back, my sex, my balls…
Then She pulls me by the ear to go down in the vaulted cellars of the Residence. She shows me the different cells much scarier than each other, I began to panic when my Mistress stops in front of the “famous black hole.” I do not know if I’ll be able to stay here for 48 hours. You cannot move, lie down. You can only crouch and wait.
Fortunately my Mistress leads me in the cell No. 2. A small cell of 1 meter wide and 2 meters long with a very narrow bed.
“It’s Your cell, purcelus, I hope You will love Your bed. Other slaves will come later, You are lucky to have the whole place for You.”
I answer timidly : “multumesc Stapana”
She shows me the infrared camera to indicate that She could watch me, keep an eye on me at any time. In addition, She said that there is a switch in case of i cannot support the isolation but She doesn’t know where it is.
… “Any way, You don’t want to disappoint Me, slave, so you don’t need to know ”
In a snap, I understand that I have to kiss Her lovely boots and then She gives me kicks in the balls to push me in the cell. She closed the door securely with a padlock and She walks away without any glance to me, so beautiful, so cruel, so dominant, laughing :
“Don’t you think that we will have a lot of fun here”
with a laugh that freezes your body from head to toe. She closes the heavy door to the cellar and cuts all the lights.
Anxiety takes me immediately. I plunged into the deep, impenetrable black with a manner so fast, so brutal. There is no window, light source in this space where the Women reign on, crush men who dare enter in this Keep.
I decided to lie down on my little bed and tries to rest there.
I don’t know how long I stayed there, alone, watching the little red circle of the infrared camera that continuously watches me. I quickly lose notion of time. 1 hour, 2 H, I don’t know. I start to become very aware of all the little noises that I can perceive. I must admit that in losing sight, my hearing takes increased responsibility to keep my cool-blood.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of my Mistress’s heels on the floor, upstairs, leaving the living room and going down by the metal staircase. No doubt, She comes to pick me to … I don’t know … to break me, to humiliate me … I don’t know.
I prostrate myself in the waiting position to the foot of the bed in front of the bars of my cell and I start to shiver. Goose-flesh wins me : the cellar door opens…
I do not know how long I stayed there, alone, watching the little red circle of the infrared camera that continuously watches me. I quickly lose track of time. 1 hour, 2 H, I do not know. I am very aware of all the little noises that I can perceive. I must admit that in losing sight, my hearing takes increased responsibility to keep my composure
Suddenly I heard the sound of my heels Mistress on the floor of the upstairs living room and down the metal staircase. More likely, she picks me to … I do not know … to break me, to humiliate me … I do not know.
I prostrate myself in the waiting position to the foot of the bed before the bars of my cell and I start to shiver. Goosebumps wins me: I mean the cellar door open…”
To be continued
Read the part 2 of this story.
Following day “So slave p did you enjoy yesterday licking my boots, and even more so my sitting on your face whilst I was wearing my leather jodhpurs”? I replied – Oh yes mistress – it was wonderful. “Well would you like to do that a lot more”? Yes – definitely Mistress. “Ok then, so with that in mind today we start your initial whipping training. I can see you have a quizzical look on your face, so let me explain” Oh & by the way last night’s whipping doesn’t count – as it was My gift to you”.
“The reasons and purpose, of whipping training is to train you to love being whipped. First, a long time ago you told me that your main priority is to please Me, Your Mistress. To put it simply, I get immense pleasure from whipping My slaves, but in fact I will go further than that I love whipping My slaves, so the more Masochistic they are the more I love it. So when Your Mistress is whipping you – I am essentially thanking you”.
“But expanding on this theme. What gives me even more pleasure is after you’ve suffered a prolonged whipping is if you sincerely beg Me to whip you more. You will always please Me if you request this. So do not forget to remember this”.
“Secondly is that the more you take being whipped, the more I will allow you to worship my boots, and the more I will Queen you. However the more I Queen you the more I will want to whip you. So therefore the more you want me to Queen you, the more you will want Me to whip you – perfection! Understood slave”?
“Also the good news for you in respect of boot licking – the more whipping you take the dirtier My boots will become with even more mud on them. Of course I do realise that because there is a lot more dirt to be licked, they will be harder & take you a lot longer to clean them.
There is however a nice twist here, well for me. If you do a poor job, you will be punished by being whipped, but if the thought encourages you to do a really excellent job, you will also be whipped as a reward”!
“Also as a very special incentive – if after your twice daily whipping quota commences – you sincerely beg Me to whip you more – (and incidentally if you do & I agree it will never be less than an extra 25 lashes*) I may just reward you with a special bread pudding. This is basically lots of dried bread placed into a large shallow bowl that has been marinaded all day with my special champagne. *Over time however this minimum will be gradually increased”.
“Ok slave 069 let’s get started. First of all I am going to secure you to my fabulous whipping bench. The good news is that although you will be reasonably comfortable – just as well I suppose as you’ll be there for quite a while”.
“Before I begin, usually when I whip a slave I require him to count each lash. Each stroke – but sometimes I don’t require any count, but I do require his silence. So for this initial whipping you are to remain silent, no counting, no crying out. DO YOU UNDERSTAND slave”? Yes Mistress, I replied.
“To begin I am going to start with my dressage whip, I will start fairly mildly to get you warmed up. Twenty five to start. Thankfully I managed to take without saying a word or crying out”.
“Very good, now another 25 but this time a little harder. Unfortunately I only managed to get to I think number 20 when I let out a little cry. Mistress Ezada didn’t say anything & I thought – foolishly that perhaps She hadn’t heard me. I was wrong on that score. You have already disappointed Me slave. What did I tell you at the start? “To be silent Mistress”.
“Yes EXACTLY – SILENT”. However you cried out at stroke 20! So what do you think I should do? I remained quiet. A resounding slap across my face – twice. Almost in a whisper Mistress Ezada –quizzes me; “Answer me slave”. “Probably whip me again Mistress”. “Yes exactly. Now how many strokes should I give you slave?” “Ugh 25 Mistress I tentatively answer. Another 2 slaps. “WRONG ANSWER –. HOW MANY slave”? 50 Mistress.
Another 2 slaps “WRONG AGAIN slave”. How many slave? I reply with a pleading voice 75 Mistress”. CORRECT well done slave.
Now let me explain why 75, the 1st 25 is for crying out, the 2nd 25 for not answering me immediately when I asked you the first question, the 3rd 25 for the 2nd wrong answer. So that’s 75 in total.
I got to 30 in complete silence, gritting my teeth & kept thinking to myself I MUST PLEASE MISTRESS EZADA. I heard Mistress Ezada announce 47, 48, ‘yes I can do this’ 49 but then before She announced 50 – I cried out. My heart sank as I had failed in obeying my Mistress.
Without saying a word Mistress Ezada put the dressage whip to one side. I sensed Her walking a short distance, and returned with something in her hand. Close your eyes & open your mouth wide. Of course I obeyed immediately. I soon realised She had fitted me with a penis gag. “Obviously you can’t follow basic instructions. You will now receive those last 25 strokes, and they will be a lot, lot harder than what you’ve had thus far”.
Oh my God, I thought it was painful before, but these lashes were much stronger. I knew at this moment I was only at the beginning of my Whipping Training. Even though it was a lot more painful, and I was gagged I remained silent. I heard Mistress Ezada quietly saying, Mmm better!
“Right slave I am going to leave you for a while, as I’m going to have something to eat, and have a rest. Now when I’m away I want you to think about the mistake you made, and the disrespect you showed Me earlier. When I return we will resume your Whipping Training”.
I thought to myself, oh my – resume my whipping training? I thought that might have been it for today! Before leaving however, Mistress Ezada removed my gag.
Anyway after a very long time – if I had to guess least an hour Mistress Ezada returned. With a smile on Her face, Mistress Ezada announced oh “I’m glad you are still here slave”!
“So 069 I hope you have had time to think about your mistake and how you showed disrespect to me? Yes Mistress.
“Explain to me how you disrespected me”? “Because I cried out when You had instructed me to remain silent Mistress”. “Exactly. So the next lot of lashes you are going to receive will be punishment lashes. Now how many do you wish to take for this discretion I initially thought to myself to say 25, but then thought better of it, and replied 50 Mistress. “Good answer slave”.
“Now I’m feeling in a generous mood, so I’m going to give you 50 from me as well. So that will 100 in total. Now for these you are to count each stroke lash of my whip. This is important. You must count out each stroke. “ONE MISTRESS. THANK YOU MISTRESS & so on”.
“OK slave start counting! Mistress Ezada brought down Her dressage whip with quite a bit of force”.
“One Mistress. Thank You Mistress”. I immediately realised that these lashes were as hard as the last 25 of my previous whipping. “Thirty Mistress. Thank You Mistress”. As I was concentrating so much on keeping count, I think helped me to get through the pain. “Fifty-five Mistress. Thank You Mistress”. In a nano second I thought – slave p you can do this!
I shrieked “Eighty-five Mistress. Thank You Mistress”. I heard Mistress announce, “your last TEN slave”. With tears in my eyes. I somehow managed 98, 99 ONE HUNDRED MISTRESS. THANK YOU MISTRESS.
Good slave you have done well. Now let me ask you again, what does Your Mistress love doing? Whipping slave 069 Mistress – Yes. And what does 069 love? “Being whipped Mistress”.
“Sorry I didn’t quite hear what you said? Repeat”. “I LOVE BEING WHIPPED Mistress”. So do you have any requests 069? “Yes, please Mistress, I beg You to please whip me more. Please Mistress. I beg you Mistress”.
Now this next question is a little trickier. What strength do you think the lashes should be? Mild, Intermediate, or Hard? I thought carefully before answering. “HARD Mistress”. “Yes, I totally agree, you are learning fast”!
Ok slave I won’t ask you how many I should give you, but instead I’ll give you a choice. So should I give you another 10, 15 or 25 lashes? I cried 25. “You are learning fast slave”.
Now count backwards from 25, but just the numbers. 25, 24, 23, 23 ……………..5,4,3,,2,1! I was now sobbing, and repeating. Thank You Mistress. Thank You Mistress.
Mistress Ezada leaned close to the side of my face, and whispered. “That was your first day of your whipping training. I am quite pleased. I will give you a fuller update tomorrow”.
After My servant & I have had dinner you will be fed our leftovers. Mistress Ezada then left the room turning off the lights.
I was then left still in bondage, in silence, and the darkness left to contemplate my first day of whipping training. Although I was in pain & my backside felt as if it was on fire, I had a sense of pride.
After a long, long time Mistress returned wearing wicked smile, holding a bowl. “Follow me”. I followed [on my knees] as best as I could – over to the corner of the room. There was a cover over a box-shape – instructing me to remove it which I quickly did. I immediately noticed there was a very shallow bowl sunk into the top of the box. I also noticed that there were ringbolts on each side of the box.
“Ok get into place” – kneeling I moved forward, my wrist cuffs were quickly attached to the ringbolts.
So I was now more or less in position when Mistress Ezada announced – “I realise slave p that possibly I didn’t feed you enough yesterday. So I think today is your lucky day. My servant made a bit too much food – consequently there are some leftovers from our meal & even dessert. However it will save a lot of time for you to eat it all together!”
With that Mistress Ezada tilted Her head over the bowl and spat several times into it. Then with a large wooden spoon mixed up the contents holding the bowl She simply emptied the contents of the bowl onto the shallow receptacle.
I was then waiting to receive an instruction to EAT. However there was one little surprise Mistress Ezada had in store for me. Look up slave – I did as best I could – I could see some wooden structure above me. I looked more closely & then realized it was a ‘Shoulder Yoke’ a piece of wood that allowed quite heavy buckets of milk to be carried quite easily. In the middle it had a semicircle cut of it which went around the neck, and the rest of the structure onto one’s shoulders.
Mistress Ezada then pulled on one of the chains that was hanging down, and then slowly this thing came down further & further until it was around my neck, and shoulders. As it was coming down I did notice that there were bolt hooks on the underside about ½ way between the neck part & the end of the arms.
Then a simple instruction; “Face into bowl”. I complied – my face sinking into my pigswill meal. Then as I couldn’t see a thing, I heard a clicking of metal I sensed the bolt-hooks being connected to the ringbolts! Yes definitely as I could only lift my head possibly only a few millimeters. I was however able to breathe but only just.
Then for several seconds I didn’t know what to do. Then in a very clear voice Mistress Ezada announced my instruction “EAT”
Although I was extremely hungry I didn’t really have much choice. “I expect it will probably take you at least 15 minutes to fully eat all that, however you will not be released until it is completely licked clean. I think it actually took me a lot longer than 15 minutes to totally clean the ‘trough’. In fact I had to remain in that position for at least an hour after I had finished. I was therefore extremely grateful to Mistress Ezada’s personal servant when I was finally released. He announced Mistress Ezada has retired.
Stay tuned for the 4th part of this story, that will be published next week.
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.
And then finally: Lock away the whole guy. Put him in a prison cell for an undefinite period of time … months maybe … with his fate being in My hands alone. I could let him starve and rot away in that remote dungeon. No one would ever hear of him again. And down there, alone in the dungeon´s cold and humid darkness, this is exactly what he thinks about. His worst night mare coming true.
So here is a picture from last week – the new slave in the pit hole, the trained slave walking next to Me as a trained dog, opening the heavy metal bars for Me once I should decide to use My key to unlock My prisoner. Will I…?
There are several amazing clips that will come with that picture … but not in the proximate future. So there is more to come for all of You out there.
“As I unashamedly wept tears of relief at the booted feet of my Mistress the stark reality of my situation had dawned on me. My Mistress, my Owner has total control of my life. She controls every facet of my meagre existence. I could have been left to try and survive on the streets of Bucharest locked in chastity for ever. Such realisation made me cling desperately to my Mistress’s legs fearing that if I ever let go I may never see Her again.
She reached down and lifted my chin with the handle of Her whip, the whip that had repeatedly lashed down on my back earlier. “Look at Me slave”
She wore a long black leather coat with Her beautiful shapely figure silhouetted against the night sky. She looked down on me, a pathetic simpering wreck, and spoke as She smiled a wickedly sadistic smile.
“I am not finished with you yet. You might have thought your ordeal was over. It may be just beginning!”
“Remove all your clothes and place them in the trunk of the car” Her tone was such that to hesitate for one second would have seriously painful consequences. I quickly obeyed, like an obedient puppy.
“Stand”
As I did so She indicated the collaring position and smartly fitted my slave collar.
“Turn, hands behind your back” Next thing I knew my hands were cuffed. A leather belt was tied above my elbows forcing my shoulders back in a painful position.
“Open your mouth”
I felt a ball gag depress my tongue. It was tied very tightly.
“In” She motioned for me to get into the car. I sat down awkwardly, it is a little difficult when your hands are cuffed behind you and with my elbows bound as well I was made to sit bolt upright. The tightness of the ball gag was very uncomfortable causing me to dribble in a most undignified fashion.
Mistress sat beside me and instructed the driver to go. It soon became clear that we were heading back into the city. Although I knew it must be quite late Bucharest is a buzzing city at night time and the streets were packed with people. The bright lights of the city illuminated the car and I was conscious of people staring at me in my naked state save for my collar, chastity cage, ball gag and restraints, pointing and laughing at my predicament. I have never felt so humiliated. Mistress however found it highly amusing even telling the driver to stop by a store as She went in to buy something. How I hated sitting there in such an uncomfortable position, dribbling while people stopped and stared and laughed. Please let this be over soon, I kept saying to myself.
Eventually we moved on and as we pulled into what I thought was the same underground car park of the apartments Mistress dropped another terrifying bombshell.
“I have cancelled your flight for tomorrow”
I thought and hoped we were returning to the apartment where I would spend the rest of the evening serving and pampering my Mistress and the next day I would return home.
The car was parked and the driver let my Mistress out and when he opened my door Mistress fitted a lead to my collar and roughly pulled me awkwardly out of the car.
“On your knees”
I followed dutifully as She tugged on the lead but it was so difficult to move with my hands and arms bound the way they were. The combined aroma of Her leather coat and boots and expensive perfume was very arousing and despite my predicament I could feel my cock ( well it is not actually my cock, it is the property of my Mistress and an item of property over which She has total control) pushing painfully against the restrictions of its metal imprisonment.
Instead of heading to the elevator as I thought, we reached some steps.
“Stand”
I followed Her down a narrow staircase that led to a dimly lit chamber. It was dank and a little cold. As I looked around I could see a row of prison cells. The whole scene looked familiar and I realised it was very much like the prison of the OWK. Fear and anxiety gripped me as I once again was conscious of the hopelessness of my situation and that I was under the absolute control of Goddess Ezada.
Mistress led me towards one of the cells.
“On your knees” Mistress then untied the belt which had pulled my elbows together in such an uncomfortable way and then released the cuffs on my wrists. What a great relief that was although I suspected I would not be free of restraint for very long. The ball gag was also removed from my aching jaws.
“Waiting position”
The click of Her high heels echoed in this forbidding place. I jumped at the sound of metal hitting the floor beside me.
“Kneel”
I saw then lots of heavy looking chain, a collar and shackles.
“Lift the collar and put it around your neck” It was so heavy it was difficult to lift but I managed to get it into position. Mistress then tightened and adjusted it before snapping a padlock shut to keep it in place. It was so heavy I could hardly move my head.
The same procedure followed with the ankle and wrist shackles, again uncomfortably heavy items that I knew would chafe my skin with the slightest movement.
Mistress then took hold of the equally heavy chain and threaded it through the D rings on the collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. As She was doing so She had laid Her whip on the floor, the very whip that had caused me such pain earlier in the day. And as I looked at it I recognised it as the very symbol of Her total power, control and ultimate authority over Her lowly subject.
Once She had expertly completed the threading of the chain I realised that She had done it in such a way that I could not stand and the best I could do was an awkward and uncomfortable crouch.
“Crawl over here slave” The steel was cold against my skin and it clanked noisily as I obeyed Her command.
“Now you will eat and drink like the dog that you are”
There were 2 bowls on the floor, one had what looked like some dry bread and some unrecognisable bits that must have been leftovers from someone’s meal. The other bowl was empty. I was so hungry. I had had no food all day and all I had to drink was some water which had been infused with Mistress’s golden nectar in the restaurant.
“Your food looks a little dry so because I am a kind and considerate Owner I am going to help you”
She laughed as She squatted over the bowl of disgusting looking food and relieved Herself all over it. Mistress then took the empty bowl and filled it also with Her pee.
“Now slave you will eat like the dog you are. You will understand that any time I graciously allow you food and drink you will consume it all like a dog, without hesitation or complaint. If you fail to do so any time I will punish you very hard, the privilege of food and drink will be withdrawn and you will be tightly gagged until you learn to conform. Do you understand slave?”
Her words frightened me in the same way as a puppy must feel when being harshly spoken to.
“Yes Mistress, I understand.”
“Eat. And to help you I am going to encourage you with My whip. You see how kind I am?”
“Yes Mistress”
“And if you should be sick at any time I will regard that as an insult to My kindness. First you will lick it up and you will then be punished accordingly. Do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress”
I lowered my face to the bowl and as I slurped up the first mouthful of what had now become a mushy substance I felt a blaze of pain across my back as Mistress brought Her whip down on my already tender flesh. She rhythmically whipped me as I tried to slurp the foul tasting food down as quickly as I could.
“The sooner you finish the sooner the pain stops” She laughed as I struggled and wretched. I managed to finish the food although getting the last bits out of the bowl was difficult but the repeated blazes of fire across my skin was all the motivation I needed.
“Drink every drop of My gorgeous nectar and do not dare spill any. I hope you appreciate what a lucky dog you are. Other dogs only get water, you get My Champagne”
I slurped for all I was worth and finished as quickly as I could but by the time I did my back and ass were ablaze with the pain from Mistress’s incessant flogging.
“Good boy. Now crawl after Me”
With that She led me into the first cell. I could not see into any of the other cells so I did not know if She had any other prisoners. The floor was covered in straw, there was no bed. There was a chain attached to a solid ring in the wall and Mistress attached it to my collar and padlocked it.
“There is a bucket in the corner. If you need to pee you will cock your leg over it like a dog and pee. You better memorise where it is as soon it will be pitch black in here. There is enough chain for you to reach it. Maybe!” She laughed.
With the heavy and restrictive chains it was difficult to assume any sort of comfortable position other then being curled up in a foetal position.
“It has been a long day slave. I am sure you would appreciate a nice warm shower”
With that Mistress stood over me, pulled Her panties to one side and sure enough “treated” me to a long warm shower!
She laughed as She closed the door of the cell and locked it.
“Sweet dreams slave!! I may return in the night – not that you will know if it is night or day – and warm you up with My whip. Then again I might not!”
Her echoing heels clicked away in the distance and as the sound faded the dim lights were switched off. I heard an outer door close and be locked.
I lay there in the eeriness of the silent darkness. I was in a pool of my Mistress’s golden nectar in my uncomfortable foetal position with the unbearably heavy chains hurting my neck wrists and ankles. I felt so scared and so vulnerable. I had no idea of how long my Mistress intended to keep me as Her prisoner, 1 day, 1 week, 1 month, for ever…………”
To be continued….
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