imprisonment

23 04 2015

slave in chains

Ezada Femdom lifestyle stories branding, female supremacy, imprisonment 10

“i write these words with extreme difficulty on the command of my Owner, the Sublime Mistress Ezada Sinn. my hands are chained close together and linked on a short length of unforgiving steel chain to shackles which hold my ankles. my ass and my back are stinging from a whipping that She has just given me purely for Her own pleasure and amusement. i feel constantly the pressure on my cock (Her cock) from the chastity device in which She has locked me. Around my neck is the collar She has Herself fixed in place, and which bears a metal tag identifying me as Her property. The flesh above my cock bears since yesterday a tattoo which in five short words defines the new reality of my existence : “Property of Mistress Ezada Sinn”. A few moments ago as i knelt naked before Her, shivering with cold on the outside balcony, She reinforced Her total power over me by branding my helpless body with what will be a permanent mark of Her ownership of me.

i feel now so totally and completely possessed by this Goddess. She has absolute power and control over me. With the smallest movement of Her hand, Her foot, with a single word of command, a movement of Her eyes, She can give a command which i must obey instantly and without the slightest hesitation. She can at any time enforce Her Will with Her whip, but She does not need to. my obedience has become automatic, unthinking; i cannot do anything other than obey. I don’t know how She has brought me so fast to this completely servile and abject state. But it simply is so.

Now She has come back into the room and is relaxing on the sofa behind me as i sit on the floor typing these words. i feel Her presence behind me and my head is flooded with adoration and devotion. i feel an overwhelming compulsion to kneel at Her feet and to shower them with kisses of submission, as i have already done so often in the last 24 hours. It is where i now belong, at Her feet. i don’t want to be free again. It doesn’t matter any longer whether i have surrendered to Her of my own free will, with my last act of free will, or whether She has just taken my freedom against my rational will. i think i have given myself freely to Her, but the reality is that She could have enslaved me at any time of Her choosing. Because She can. She has that power. She knows me better than i know myself and can manipulate my mind at will. She can make me do anything She wants and make it seem to me to be what i want. But what i want has no more independent meaning. i want to please Her, i want to serve Her, i want to worship Her, i want to suffer for Her if that pleases Her. my will is now completely subordinated to Hers. i am becoming simply an extension of Her Will. Her pleasure, Her comfort, Her amusement, Her happiness, Her satisfaction, have become now also the purpose and meaning of my existence. She is my religion.

This Goddess (Mistress seems such an inadequate word to express my feelings of utter adoration of Her) radiates absolute Female Supremacy in a way which accepts no kind of contradiction or resistance. She demands my unconditional submission as Her natural and inalienable right. She has already taken it as Her own. i can do nothing whatsoever to resist or defy Her Superior Will. i must simply accept it as my new reality. Only She has the power to release me. Only She can decide.”

05 04 2015

The hard test!

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Between May 13-17, 2015, I will be in Berlin, Avalon Rezidenz, with Madame Caramel, Fetish Liza and Governess Painless. If you want to be one of the slaves serving Us there, fill in the contact form: short or long slave training sessions, overnight imprisonment possible. 100% female supremacy!

“I made a dream or it’s just what will happen to me…

Last night, I was dreaming at my future night in the cell of Avalon Residenz.

Before going to sleep, my Mistress with Madame Caramel & Mistress Liza said good night slaves, sleep well, and they leave the underground by laughing. The light was switch off and I start to be in total obscurity. Few minutes after, I heard the heels of my Mistress on the cold ground. She opens the door of my cell. She was wearing a big bucket full of water and ice. She splashed me from head to toe. Then She took care of watering the entire cell, especially the small mattress that I had available. She put my leash around my collar and I follow her until the entrance of the dungeon. It was difficult to walk on all fours because I have my hands handcuffed in my back. In front of the main door, My Goddess looked into my eyes and I could read a sadistic smile on this lips. She is so awesome when she does it. She said:

“You will wait Your Goddess out, in the cold. You will dry out”.

She opens a little bit the electric roller, just to have the space to walk below in all fours.

“On the middle of the yard, inspection position.”

Then She closed the door. This position was the most difficult because I was on my knees on the concrete floor and I was exposed to the strong wind Berlin had this night. I was completely wet and the outside temperature was around 10°C, with the cold wind I felt around 3-4°C. The time was so long for me that I can’t stay in the “Inspection position”. Due to the cold, I have the goose-flesh so quickly and to limit the cold feeling, I stay like a fetus. I don’t know how many time I stayed here. But I was anxious that my Mistress will never come back.

Suddenly, strong lights were switched on. I heard the Mistress arriving. When Mistress Ezada opened the door, She was surprised to see me in this position. She said instantly:

“back into right positon, useless slave”.

She comes back 2 minutes later with Domina Liza and Madame Caramel. Domina Liza holds in her right hand a single Tail, Madame Caramel a Bullwhip and my Mistress, a Dog whip with a metal end. They force me to go up and linked me to the fence on the river. The three Mistress was wearing leather from Head to Toe and They were so impressive that I was speechless and terrified. My Mistress said with an incredible ton of voice :

“you are not able to support this cold weather, so we will whip you extremely hard until you are not able to feel cold on your skin… and shut up. We want to enjoy the sound of our whip on your pathetic body”

They start to whip my back, my ass, my legs during 5 minutes. My Mistress gave me the hardest strokes. I felt that my back was already bloody. I can resist only few minutes before I start to cry. My Empress comes and She pulled my head back strongly so that I watch Her sadistic mood .

“you could cry as long as you want, we are no mercy tonight, piece of shit”. And she spit in my face a huge load of Her saliva. Then she pulled down, against the fence, my head. She gave me 10 strokes full of force. I am sure that it was possible to see the mark of her 10 whip lashes 1 month later. I fell down on the ground to ask mercy, but Madame Caramel and Domina Liza continues the whipping with 10 strokes from each hand. Then My Mistress wants to whip my chest with 10 strokes very well located. I was full of tears in my eyes.

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Then Madame Caramel and Domina Liza leave the Yard without any glance toward me and my Mistress lead me very quickly (so it was not possible to follow her pace) inside. I receive hard kick in my ass to go until my cell.

She said: “don’t disappoint me again slave, ai inteles!”

“I want you on waiting position under your bed on the wet floor the whole night. I can come back at each time. Then She leaves the room by spitting on me.”

It was around 2 A.M I was so afraid to fail again at my Mistress wishes, so I don’t sleep at all during 5 hours. It was clearly impossible to stay like that in the puddles on the floor and in this uncomfortable position. So I start to fall asleep around 8 A.M Unfortunately, 10 minutes later, my Mistress arrives and She discovers me. She wakes me up by stepping on me. She pulls me off the cell and just after, she took off her beautiful but terrible black belt She wore on Her leather pants. Then She starts to apply it on my back. It was horrible. The pain from the yesterday whipping was always present and I didn’t know how I was able to support more than 2-3 lashes. Moreover She kicked me everywhere: in my balls, my chest, my ass, my back, in my ribs… I don’t know but maybe 1, 2 of my ribs was cracked. I was on the verge of passing out, I stayed on the ground completely broken. My Goddess pulls me by my hear until the “Mysterious and black hole”.

I just look Her and She Said : “IN!”

I didn’t remember how I was able to go inside because I have so much pain even to drag myself on the ground. She closes the roof and said :

“you are nothing, not good enough to be one of My slave! You will stay the next 24H here without any food and drink, is that clear piece of shit?”.

Mentally, I was on the way to collapse. Why my Mistress push my limits so far? Does She want to keep me under Her Power? I am not strong enough for Her? Why I accept to live this extreme Femdom camp? Didn’t I deserve to be collared by my Goddess?

1 day later. She comes with Madame Caramel and Domina Liza. She looks in a strong mood. She asked me :

“How are you, poor slave? Are you hungry, thirsty? “

I haven’t eat and drink something since more than 32 hours.

“Yes” with a very small voice I answered.

My ladies friends will feed You. “ Are you aware about the honor you have?”

“Yes Goddess”

Madame Caramel and Domina Liza piss and shit over me. To be honest, I just have the chance to taste a little bit the caviar of my Empress. It’s not my fantasy, but it’s the most intimate reward from your Goddess. Moreover I never eat a huge quantity of Mistresses’ caviar. And I thought that I will do it only with my Owner. My Mistress Said: “thanks us and Pofta Buna!”.

Then They leave me there in the hole covering of shit and pee. Even if I was not willing to eat the caviar, I have no choice. It was a need, a real need this time. It was very difficult but I eat and drink everything. 12 Hours later, so at the end of the Slave camp, Mistress Ezada comes. She opens the roof of the hole.

“you are so dirty, Out” She said.

I follow Her, stand up to go out. She took the garden hose and she started to wash me. It was cold water, but I don’t feel really the cold on my body, now. Then we went inside and she led me in the Toilet room. Now slave, You will enjoy your dinner: She offered me Her divine nectar and Caviar. It was so good. When I finished, I wash my mouth and thank Her by kissing Her boots. She looks into my eyes and said:

“I am proud of you, My slave. you belong to Me forever. I will push Your limits again and again.”

I was broken, tired, humiliated but I was so happy to be at her feets, here. And now with Her most beautiful smile, She said :

“I am going to whip You for My fun”.

I never had so much pleasure to be whipped sensually by my Mistress. She is unique, wonderful and divine. I love my Goddess and it will be never otherwise.

purcelus, property of Mistress Ezada”

Fantasy written by My slave purcelus

03 03 2015

The punishment – part 1 – Poor medor

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Total darkness … Unable to get up, I have to stay on my knees, and they ache horribly. And I cannot rest my back on the walls, because they are fit out with sharp spikes.

My back hurts, and I await Her return: I hope and fear her return… for so long.

sardax portrait Ezada Sinn imprisonment of medor

***

For all participants, Mistresses and submissives, Mistress EZADA’s Summer Camp is an exciting and wonderful memory. In my case, it was a nightmare!

From the first day, September 20th if memory serves, Mistress decided that I had to stay in the villa, while everyone else would go to swim, visit a castle, and go to a small tourist town located by the sea in Algarve, in southern Portugal.

As for me, I had to complete an English translation that my Mistress had waited several months…

The same night, as we served the dinner of our three Mistresses, I was still very disappointed and vexed at having been forsaken all day long, and I could not stand a mockery: they all made fun of me, saying that my way of serving wine, holding the foot of the glass, was strange and ridiculous, and was not hygienic.

Very stupidly, I lost my temper shouting: “I know much better than you do how those things should be done!”, and went up to my room.

Very late in the evening, as I tried in vain to sleep, I heard their heckling and laughing while they were playing with their slaves…

The next morning, I was summoned by Mistress EZADA : “Last evening, your behavior was unacceptable, especially in front of My friends. You have to be punished, really punished. You’ve read the Rules. I have to expel you from the Camp!”

A nightmare, I tell you !

And the following week was even worse, because I soon received an email from my beloved Mistress suddenly announcing that I was no longer her slave, and that she did not want to see me again!

During the last quarter of 2014, I sent over 20 emails to the one I still considered as “my Mistress”, trying to explain what had happened, presenting her my most humble apologies, and begging her to forgive me.

Mistress only replied a few words, still refusing to see me. I was desperate, however encouraged to persevere because she always answered my emails : a few lines too short…

Then I had the idea to ask SARDAX, the well-known artist, a portrait representing Mistress EZADA punishing me, because I had allowed myself to shout in her presence. Therefore SARDAX has composed the portrait you have in front of you: my Mistress wearing only a red corset and long gloves of the same color, smiles contentedly looking at me trapped in a tiny cage with bars bristling with spikes…

The effect was almost immediate. A few days only after receiving this portrait, Mistress EZADA wrote to me:

“You will come to BUCHAREST next month, on January the 7th: arrival at 16 H 15 and departure on the 8th at 12 H 50. I shall I pick you at the airport.” I was so happy, smiling blissfully, dancing around in my sitting room…

I thought innocently that I was forgiven.

***

Indeed, Mistress picked me at the airport. She was accompanied by Mr. sS, Her personal slave who serves as a driver. She wore a long black leather coat. I could kiss her hand, but without a smile, she said only:

“Follow me!”, then fell silent.

Reaching her building that I know so well, we took the lift, but instead of pressing the button of the third floor, she pressed the basement button.

Astonished, I followed her in a long poorly enlightened corridor: “Where are we going? Is it your parking?”

She answered nothing, but soon opened a door, and pressed the switch. In the middle of a large room, a small cage was suspended. It was exactly like the cage designed by SARDAX: no doubt, my Mistress had sent him a photo of this cage !

“Take off all your clothes!”

While I undressed, my Mistress lit two candles, closed the switch, took off her coat and slipped off her dress… I watched her discreetly, from the corner of my eye, moved and amazed to see her almost naked in underwear: she wore only a red corset and black stockings, and soon pulled on the same red gloves… as in SARDAX’s portrait.

Then she simply lowered her right hand, holding her palm facing towards the ground, to summon me the order to adopt the “waiting position”, kneeling, forehead resting on the ground, facing her. Afterwards, at last, she spoke:

“medor, My feelings for you are… mixed. Maybe I could forgive you; maybe not. May be I could forgive you if you behave well, and accept with courage the punishment I have imagined for you.

Here is a dice. You’re going to roll this dice. The resulting figure will be the number of hours you’ll have to stay locked in this cage. Then we will multiply this figure by 100 to calculate the number of lashes deserved by my awful medor. »

I rolled the dice. I pulled the number 4: 4 hours in the cage, and 400 lashes!

To comfort myself, I thought it could have been worse if I had pulled the 6!

I have been waiting for hours. I don’t know how many. Leaving me, my Mistress blew the candle. It’s dark and I’m cold. My back hurts me because I have been wounded by these horrible spikes, while entering this damned cage that swung.

I hear footsteps. The sound of her boots in the hallway. Somebody is coming. Total darkness… Unable to get up, I have to stay on my knees, and they ache horribly. And I cannot rest my back on the walls, because they are fit out with sharp spikes.

I hear footsteps. The sound of her boots in the hallway. Somebody is coming. SHE is coming !

coming. SHE is coming!

(to be continued)

Story by servant medor. This story is based on actual facts.