That’s right, you’re nothing more than My slave and your place is on your knees at My feet. Remember, you’re the one who said you’d do anything just to see My pantyhose clad ass. Well, anything means I’m going to lock your pathetic dick in chastity. I shall transform you into My pantyhose bitch, aroused yet unable to stroke your cock. Look how luscious My big round ass looks in this Wolford 40 den pantyhose. Sniff it and feel how wet and excited I am through the delicious nylon fabric. you’ll become devoted to pantyhose: you’ll learn to worship it, to long for it, and to beg for its silken touch. I’ll break you, slave, by turning your pantyhose fetish into an utter pantyhose addiction. Any time you see, hear, or sense pantyhose your tiny locked cock will painfully fill its steel cage. Over time pantyhose shall become the only sexual crutch that gets you hard. Obsessed with pantyhose, wearing pantyhose, sucking the sweat out of My pantyhose; oh yes, you will become My pantyhose bitch, I guarantee it.
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.
Story written by My slave, purcelus, based on real facts.
“During our week-end break in Andalucía with Goddess EZADA, we have visited Gibraltar and on the way back to our hotel, we stopped in Marbella to enjoy a dinner in traditional Spaniard restaurant.
After a nice dinner, I proposed to my Mistress to make a short walk on the beach of Marbella. After few minutes, My mistress said: “I am tired slave, I want to ride you!”.
It was a pleasure for me to hear my Goddess saying that, but I was also feared because the car was parked about 2 kilometers to our place.
To be honest, I love to wear my Mistress, to feel Her weight. I dream to be trained hard, very hard to be able one day to have the honor to be ridden on my shoulders by my Mistress in the street. I find that it’s very sensual, especially when the Mistress wears leather and boots, and also humiliating and tiring.
After hundreds meters on the beach, we go back in the city center, taking some stairs, crossing some roads. I was already exhausted, and sad to say to my Goddess that I couldn’t go until the car.
Mistress Ezada with a calm and strong ton of voice tells: “until the car I said, slave”. In the same time like a Riding Queen, She gives me some kicks with her boots to say : GO!.
I tried some meters more but I failed and it remained me just the energy to avoid making fell down my Goddess.
She said : “You are useless, not able to carry me where I want, piece of shit.”
She ordered me: “present balls!” She gave me very hard kicks in my balls. I tried to go back in possiton as soon as possible despite the pain she inflicted to me. Then, She enters in a rage. She slapped my face very hard, kicked me everywhere, in my belly, in my ribs, in my ass; she really beat me down in the street.
When I was not able to go up again, She put Her right boot with full force on my back, then on my head, crushing my face against the Marbella’s ground. She said:
“You are good for nothing, piece of shit. You don’t deserve to be my slave. All of my slave have to carry me whenever, wherever and how long I want”.
I can’t stay on the ground like that. I was really tired after our day in Gibraltar, where my Goddess used me also. Moreover My mistress kicked me so hard that I had difficult to walk alone.
But I love my Goddess. So I beg her on my knees to have another chance. My Mistress accepts it. I found some more energy given by my head to carry my Empress for 100 meters more.
After the 100 meters, She saw that I can’t continue. And She ask me to come down. Then She leaves me here like She doesn’t want to keep me as Your slave. I am too weak for Her.
I walk behind My Empress quickly, then I lose my mind : I fell on my knees, then stay in waiting position in the main street of Marbella. I said :
“please Goddess, please. Don’t leave me. Don’t bury me “
She makes me a sign : “Heel position” with her left hand.
Then we walked like that until the car. I don’t know if somebody looked the scene. I guess that Yes, but how many people? I could see only my Goddess, Her boots, her legs; I tried to be perfectly synchronized with Her steps. Everything around me hadn’t importance; my attention was only focused on my Goddess. My mistress could do everything with me at this time: be full naked, add a leash at my collar to come back to the car, suck the first unknown man we meet in the street. I had no control at all. My family, my colleagues, my friends could be around me, looking at me, there was no importance.
On the way to the car, My Mistress exchanges a little smile with me. She was happy and not disappointed as few minutes before. I think that my Owner wanted to test me. She like to push my limits. She like to see if I am full in love for Her, if I am ready to do whatever she wants. Of course She knows that I am not able to carry Her for a long distance, and I guess that She would have stop before the car.
I adore Her. I adore when She pushes my limits. She did it, but every time she push them a little bit more, as if she already knew that I will be able to reach a new level of submission, humiliation,…
I know that She will train me more so that I am able to wear Her with dignity for a very long walk. I have a fantasy: wear on my shoulders my Goddess until the car, until our hotel room, until exhaustion. So like the greek “messenger”: Philippides announcing the win of Greece during the war against Perses , saying : ”Thank You my Empress” before fainting.
I love Her. I love Her every time, but I love Her a little bit more during these intense private moments, intense intimate emotions I share with my Mistress, when I lose completely my self-control, my mind. Oh, I remember another intense time I had the chance to live in Italy, at Sorrento with Her… But I will narrate you this story next time.”
There are three fundamentals in the life of a male who aspires to be one of My collared slaves. The first is that he will be broken by My whip and must learn to love its kisses and the pain it brings him because they are a gift from Me. The second is that he will be permanently locked in chastity under My absolute control, so that all his sexual impulses are reprogrammed to serve Me rather than his own self-gratification. The third of this Holy Trinity of guiding principles for my slaves is the ritual of worshipping My boots.
Male submissives who have already learned unquestioning obedience to My whip and unresisting submission to My control over their manhood are already quite far along the path of complete re-programming as My slaves. But I demand much more, and I need to be able to measure their progress along the downward path into total slavery and the sacred ritual of worshipping My boots gives me the means to do just that.
I have decreed 10 separate steps which all male slaves must perform impeccably in order to fully please Me with their worship. Normally I demand that this ritual is performed by the slave from the waiting position before My throne, and begins on the command : “Worship My Boots, slave!”. But I can, and often do, give this command in other situations. It is My absolute right as a Goddess and Owner of male slaves
1. Kissing the Tip of My Boot
These are the first kisses of submission and devotion and tell Me much about the slave’s state of mind. Very slow, deliberate, respectful and reverent kisses are required, which convey to Me his total acceptance of My rule over him. he should show Me by his reverence that he is offering himself in total sacrifice to Me.
2. Kiss around the boot
The slave must kiss all the way round the upper part of My boot, from the Toe to the Heel on both sides. This requires that he puts his head into some awkward and uncomfortable positions for him, especially if his hands are fixed behind his back whether by manacles or in mental bondage. In this latter case, I may assist his balance by pulling on his leash, which often produces a pleasing choking effect as he works to please Me with his submission. he must show me with these kisses that he will suffer to please Me, that his own comfort and pleasure are completely subordinated to My Will.
The kisses should increase in frequency and intensity as he works his way around the inside and outside of My Foot and back to the Toes.
3. Lick the boot
The slave must now use his tongue to lick clean all the parts of My boot he has just kissed. The meaning here is that I own every part of his body and I can command any part of it to serve Me. I want to feel the slave’s tongue working to please Me through the leather of My Boot. This needs a great sacrificial effort to sustain for the cleaning of the whole Boot, and is therefore an important measure of the potential of a male slave.
4. Kiss the heel
Now the slave must show his worship of the lower parts of My Boot and show first his reverence for My Heel. he knows that My Heel can at any time inflict severe pain on his more sensitive parts and he must therefore show Me that he has the greatest possible respect for it.
5. Lick the heel
Having completed the kissing of My Heel the slave must now show deeper submission to its power by licking it clean. he must use long and powerful strokes of his tongue for this service, showing Me great self-sacrificial effort and totally ignoring his own discomfort.
6. Suck the heel
This act has very deep significance. The slave must take My heel into his mouth and suck on it with a passionate devotion and submission which demonstrates to Me that he is mine to use in any way I may wish. he must serve and satisfy even My heel, the lowest extremity of My Boot. he surrenders himself to My Heel in the same way that he may, in a previous life long, long ago, have imagined a Woman serving his penis.
7. Suck the tip of the boot
This is a further extension of the heel sucking step, and has much the same significance, but with the advantage that the slave is now fully in view at My feet. I can look into his eyes as he sucks passionately and devotedly on the tip of My Boot. I can see and feel the completeness of his adoration of his Goddess, the dog-like devotion as he looks up at Me from his lowly place. I see the humiliation, the fear, the surrender in his face and i know that I own him totally.
8. Lick the soles
At this point a small movement of My foot brings the sole of My boot to his mouth and i watch for his reaction. Will I have to give a command to lick it clean? Will it need a flick of My whip across his naked back to make it happen? Or will the slave automatically begin to clean the sole with the passionate self-debasement that I expect. Will he gag on the dirt and show reluctance to please Me? Or will he completely abandon all self-respect and give himself totally to the task of making the sole of My boot spotless. I always find it arousing to receive the abject homage of a slave’s tongue in this way and like to keep eye-contact with him as he performs his service. My collared slaves know that this stage of Boot worship must continue until i give the command to stop. i like to watch their eyes helplessly imploring Me to give that command, as their tongues become swollen and sore, but the more their eyes beg, the longer they must show Me their tongue worship.
When at last I am satisfied with the submission of My slave to My boots, I give the command to stop and the exhausted slave must say a prayer of thanks to Me for granting him the privilege of worshipping My boots. I love to listen to these prayers from My slaves, as they humble themselves before Me, uttering vows of obedience and devotion. These are moments of great intimacy between My slaves and Me.
10. Waiting position
With a simple hand command, I order My slave back into the waiting position or, according to My whim, the doormat position at My feet. I place the boot he has worshipped on his head or his face and rest it there. The slave must lie motionless beneath My boot, contemplating his act of submission and worship, and taking into his head its deep meaning. he is My property, My prisoner. he belongs totally to Me alone. he has offered himself to Me in body, mind and soul, and I have taken complete ownership of him. I alone control him. I alone will decide what happens to him. he will know what it truly means to be one of My slaves.
“Are you thirsty frank?”
I spoke these first words during our encounter, the third time by the way that I had ever met him. I spoke them so smoothly as if W/we had already been in the middle of an animated conversation. My innocent voice perfectly hided the entrance of the trap. frank might have known. Perhaps he even knew. Perhaps the moth also knows when taking direction into the shining flame of the burning candle. Perhaps frank and the moth both just show the same degree of addiction to the light that burns so brightly.
“Da Stapana. sunt foarte sete”
his anxious efforts to talk to Me in Romanian were so charming. he had told me once that he had spent hours and hours over months trying to learn some our beautiful yet somewhat complicated language because he knew how much I Myself love it. His efforts might have been persistent, the success was sadly rather limited.
The willingness of his answer to My so innocent question revealed his blatant ignorance. Maybe he even thought that I would honestly go to have a drink with him. I think he really was that naive. Poor puppy.
„Pull over there to that gas station on the right and stop in front of the shop.”
he did as directed. The big black limousine came to a halt and poor frank remained sitting in the driver seat unsure of what to do next.
„I want to exit.”
I was curious to see whether he had already made enough progress to know what was expected from him now. Well unfortunately he hadn’t. After opening My door he remained standing next to it. Quite obviously uncertain of what to do. The tall guy towering above me. I mean, how could he honestly dare to? I had to use the help of My flaming red nailed finger pointing to the ground to make him kneel down next to the car. I saw him biting on his lips when he became aware of the 3 inch stiletto nails he had only known from the pictures before.
So his laxness gave me justification enough for what I was about to let follow. Whereas, I had done it anyway. Justified or not, I felt like it, so I did.
My voice so calm, yet irresistible to him as if I had yelled the command into his ears with a giant megaphone.
This was not the remote privateness of My Bucharest dungeon. Not even a dark corner of an empty Berlin street in the middle of the night. This was a brightly lit gas station in the midst of Zurich in the evening rush hour. As O/our car was standing right in front of the building, the scene was plain to see for all the other customers There were quite a few of them around and I realized that W/we were causing increasing attention amongst those.
Not that it would have changed anything but I was pleased to notice that frank did not seem to hesitate. He got down on his knees, his face went down, the forehead touched the grey concrete, the palms of his hands opened to Me to demonstrate complete surrender.
I remained seated in the car, watching him through the open door. Spying for even the slightest move of the kneeling body but I detected none. We were not talking anything but the unspoken communication between us was like a torrential river.
„i am Yours” his silent body screamed.
„I take you as Mine” My calm body answered.
I couldn’t help but to maintain the situation just in that state as it was. frank kneeling in front of the door, demonstrating his obedience to Me for the whole world, represented by a bunch of Swiss gas station customers.
I lay back in the comfortable seats of the Mercedes, feeling warm, safe, strong. W/we remained like this for about two minutes until I felt it was time to enter the next phase. I swung My feet swiftly out of the car placing them firmly just in front of his head. The tips of the high heeled boots were just an inch away from his bended head. Just a couple of more seconds before I spoke out the beautiful words he had waited for so patiently.
“You may kiss Me now for welcome.”
he was well aware of the fact that “kissing Me” meant kissing My boots of course. His face moved just close above the ground until his lips and tongue had found the shining leather. Kissing it, caressing it, worshipping it. I must admit that the warm feeling within me clearly intensified. And it seemed to concentrate between My legs.
I did not have to move much in order to take the metal dog collar out of My handbag. He kept on licking the leather while I laid that symbol of our bond around his neck. I had to interrupt his wet worshipping for that very special moment though.
“Stop now to listen.”
The little “click” has always been a huge turn on for Me. That special moment when the padlock of the collar closes. It so clearly demarks the watershed between man and slave. Hardly to be heard by anyone around, echoing like thunder in My ears and his
I grabbed My riding crop from My bag and got off the car. With a sharp tug on the leash that connected My right hand with his throat, I withdrew his tongue from My boots.
What a sight that must have been to the brave Swiss. That voluptuous exotic woman in black leather pacing elegantly on high heeled boots. Walking slowly towards the cashiers house, throwing back a wave of black hair with her red nailed hand, dragging a man behind her on all fours like a dog.
When we entered the shop I took a moment to pause and look. And, quite frankly, also to be looked at. My head held high, My sight telling the stunned spectators clearly and without any ambiguity: “Here comes Goddess!” franks feeling were at the other end of the scale of emotions though. The sentiment of oppression and fear on the end of My leash was so apparent that I decided merciful to help him a bit. I shortened the leash so tight that his head was roughly pulled against my leathered thighs. I could feel how he pressed himself against my warm body, so seeking the proximity and the protection of his owner.
The beverages were kept in cupboards and huge refrigerators. I wanted it to be the biggest bottle of warm Coca Cola they had to offer. When I had made out what I had looked for, I pointed My crop to the shelf.
“Adu-o, cățelul meu”
The excitement automatically made Me speak to him in Romanian.
I let go the leash. Dog that he now was, frank crawled over to the shelf, grabbed the 1,5 litre bottle of coke with his teeth, crawled back to me and looked at his Mistress with his brown eyes. Looked right into My eyes, so obediently and grateful like a pet that has just retrieved the stick the Mistress had thrown away for him. I felt happy and I know that he did too.
“Stai aici frank!”
He stayed put while I unhurriedly walked over to the cashier to pay for the bottle of coke. The guy could not make up his mind what he rather wanted to stare at. Me or the man-dog that I had left kneeling in the middle of his shop. He decided for Me. The drool literally dropped from his open mouth. Sometimes I think, I could have them all if I only wanted to.
On My way out I grabbed My dogs leash who eagerly followed Me out of there. When W/we came outside W/we faced a whole bunch of people there watching, staring at U/us. I felt a strong surge to carry on but I didn’t. Enough show for the moment I decided. No encore of a nice whipping scene with frank lying on the hood of the big black car presenting his naked ass to the relentless beating of my ferocious crop. Not today.
he remained on his knees until i had taken place in the back of the nice Mercedes again. Then the discreet upward movement of the crop in My hand conveyed him the permission to get up again. he hurried around the car to his driver seat, started the engine and off we went, the bottle of coke still resting so innocently on my lap.