Do you remember the clip I published some time ago “Getting pregnant FemDom style“? I am happy to announce, My friends, slaves, devotees and fans, that My wishes became true and now I am expecting twins. I don’t know yet if I will have My little Ezada, as I wish, or hubby will loose his balls for giving Me boys. But I should find out in the next couple of weeks.
Giving life is magical and, as a Female supremacist, I experience an immense joy to be able to feel in this very special way why Women are real Goddesses. And even though My body goes through lots of changes nowadays, I will continue to use My collared slaves as before, on and off camera.
Lately, I’ve been thinking that I would really love to have a little Ezada in My life, to pass on My female heritage and principles to My own little girl. Having already checked out hubby’s genes, quite some years ago, it’s now time to use him in a totally new way – as a father for My . I fully understand how badly he’d love to impregnate Me, yet I would never allow him, or any male for that matter, to feel the pleasure of ejaculating inside My Sanctum. In turn, I’ll obtain his sperm by milking him into a glass for use immediately following, while he will be locked back in chastity. Of course, I will allow hubby to sexually Worship Me, his Wife and Goddess, in order for him to become aroused enough to give Me his cum. I might even lead him on with the false hope of penetrative sex, only to hasten the extraction process. In My life I always get what I want, and in the way I want it. Ultimately, hubby will spill his seed for Me and it had better turn out to be a girl, otherwise I will make him pay for the rest of his life.
I had the chance to meet again Goddess Ezada few days ago in Bucharest. For 138 days, I have lived months, days of difficult hours, horrible even atrocious hours far from the one who marvels me, who animates me, who owns me. Finally my Goddess decided to offer me a last chance to prostrate myself at Her feet.
I arrived at about six o’clock P.M in front of our rendezvous at the 5 stars hotel in Bucharest. A class establishment, refined and illuminated by a soft spring sunshine which gave a romantic hue to the Romanian capital.
I waited for the arrival of my Mistress in front of the hotel, on my knees.
Suddenly She arrived in a gleaming black limousine, window glasses. I got up, opened the back door of the BMW 7 Series.
And there, it was a tsunami of emotions, a cyclone of chills, an earthquake that broke out when my Goddess came out of the car.
A hallucinating Beauty: shiny black thigh boots with dizzy heels mingling perfectly with the fineness of a leather trousers with impeccable cut. This one letting explode all the power of the thighs and buttocks of my Highness, a spangled top allowing to draw a deep décolleté. A well done make-up, and sunglasses caress an absolute purity of Her Queen’s face.
I know that every time I do not see my Mistress for a long time, I find Her even more beautiful, untouchable and Divine. But I do not think I distort reality. Like the greatest wines, the vintages of exceptions, Mistress Ezada repels, day after day, the codes of Beauty, charm and elegance. I knelt to kiss Her right hand. A hand so soft, so delicate but also so firm, so uncopromising when She holds Her wonderful single-tail. A hand decorated with sublime rings and nails always perfect, long, red, shiny and eye-catching.
Then She advanced towards the hall of the hotel, like a Queen, with a gait to take the breath. She was so haughty, dignified, elegant, untouchable.
I was overwhelmed by the power that She emanated. I was cryogenized by Her fatal beauty, I was amazed by the charisma She projected. I only saw Her. She was in the light, the rest in the shade. The whole world could collapse, the earth could stop turning, the only thing that mattered: it was this surreal scene of a Queen walking, advancing, carrying everything in its path. I did not have the strength to get up, I was still on my knees. It was impossible to get to the same height as Her, even I do not know how I was not lower down in the ground. Her Greatness is unique. Her Class is eternal. Her beauty is wonderful.
At that moment, I had only one desire, to follow Her on all fours before the crowd that was in the most luxurious street of Bucharest. I wanted to prostrate myself at her feet, to offer Her my life, my soul, my spirit.
She walks at once so gracefully and quickly that She cannot be followed
Unconsciously, I understood that I could not approach my Queen. A Queen, She is worshiped, we dream to kiss Her feet, to die under Her soles. But I do not deserve such honor, such pleasure to serve Her and to be close to Her highness..
All of a sudden, I was brought back to reality when, with a subtle slap of a finger, She made me understand that I should already be close to Her with Her luggage. I executed myself, while trying to regain my emotions.
Mistress EZADA transports you beyond the imaginable, into a world where Woman has Absolute and Divine power. Even if I had not exchanged a word with Her, I could already go home. She had put me on my knees, in my soul. And I knew I would never get up. I belong to Her, my life belongs to Her. She possesses the World.
My poor hubby is in such a difficult situation: he’s been in a very uncomfortable bondage position all night and I am not releasing him just yet. I know he’s tired, hungry and thirsty, but I don’t care, I’m still going have some fun at his expense. I love the vulnerable angle he’s shackled in: I can beat him, I can fuck him, and I can use him in any way I want. So let’s see whether he’s still a real man and can cum, after being bent over like a broken twig for all those hours. To force all the cum out of My balls, there’s no better way to start than a crop whipping. The poor hubby hates pain, but who cares? What I want is to drain his balls, and he can amuse Me in the process. I wonder which pet he will be for Me today: a cow, a puppy, a pig? I guess a cow that is getting milked. With a little lube and a few sensual strokes, hubby is soon mooing like a heifer in heat. My little cow, eventually, cums on My command. Oh too bad I just had to ruin his orgasm, letting all his “milk” spill out and trickle down onto the dungeon floor…
This clip shows a part of a private play and was filmed with the camera on a tripod.
Several months ago I received an email from Geri. he told Me he feels inspired by Me and asked permission to use Me in one of his books. After reading the first parts of the book I told him I would be happy to be part of the story. Recently I received the finished book: Heirloom V – 50 Years in Bondage to My Family by Geri Wilde. I read it almost at once during a long flight, feeling Myself very aroused by his ability to capture the essence of My dominance, My preferences and My female supremacy philosophy. I never met Geri in person but he managed to present ME in his 5th part of the book in a brilliant way.
I want all My slaves, fans and devotees to buy the book from Amazon (https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N3QH1NU). It’s another way to contribute to the spreading of My female supremacy philosophy and My female domination ideas. Make this book popular on Amazon!
Today Our slave will learn that breathing is not a right for him, but a privilege We allow. Securely wrapped in plastic to the bondage chair, he is totally at Our whim and mercy. Domina Snow and I decide when he is allowed to take fresh air into his lungs, as well as when it’s time for him to smother and suffer.
We are in total control over his life as the slave wrestles against his inescapable bounds, begging muffled to draw in a breath. he struggles against Our latex gloved hands as We close off his mouth and nose along with any hope he has of controlling his own destiny. We own the air he breathes, so he should learn to thank Us for the privilege of inhaling, or We might just stop granting it to him.
Gagged and hogtied, naked on the cold bathroom floor, the slave is happy to hear My and Lady Yna’s approaching footsteps. After a hard whipping, this is the second part of his punishment for not appreciating enough everything We do to him and give him, so maybe the time he spends in the bathroom will make him see things in a broader perspective. Now We have come to feed him Our leftovers, just because I hate throwing food away, and this could be a good way to teach this slave to appreciate what he’s getting. Because even though he will get to eat it from the the floor and from the toilet bowl – it is still more than this ungrateful piece of shit deserves, and We might just as well have not come to feed him. But We will teach him to show Us respect as he grovels at Our boots and uses his tongue and lips to slurp clean the white tiles and ivory toilet bowl in My bathroom before We dunk his head into the bowl and flush.
By far one of My favorite humiliation scenes I have ever done.
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:
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 ….
For many years using My slaves as full human toilets was a hard limit for Me. I always enjoyed “water-sports” – especially when I wake up in the morning, or during the night, I just click My fingers and My slave that is sleeping at the foot of My bed will follow Me to the bathroom where I am going to use him as My urinal. Fun, right?
“Hard-sports”, on the other hand, was something that I couldn’t associate with the elegance of a Woman. Too dirty, too unsafe for the recipient, too intimate for Me to do with somebody else is around.
That was the case until 3 years ago. Then I met Mistress Evilyne at a Femdom party and she told Me an amazing story about how she was using Her toilet slave. I became intrigued by the subject. My very good friend, Madame Caramel, was into it too, so I asked Her many questions about it. My views started to change, but still I had mixed feelings about it – not yet ready to try but I started to discuss about it with 2 of My slaves that I knew have an interest in it.
Every time I met My friends Mistress Evilyne and Madame Caramel, I kept asking them more details about toilet training. I could see in My friends’ eyes the passion when they told Me storied about using their slaves for full toilet services.
Soon I developed My own view regarding using My slaves for full toilet services: it is disgusting, therefore degrading for the slave, but in the same time a great proof of love and devotion to be able to accept such a gift of intimacy. I started to train one of My slaves to become My full toilet.
I have a clip with Mistress Evilyne, discussing Our training methods.
The training with My personal slave was going well, but I decided to use another bitch for the first time. he had lots of experience as a toilet slave and I wanted My first experience to be perfect. And it was!
From that point I started to enjoy more and more using males for full toilet services. Not just any willing submissive male but only several very lucky recipients. Often I filmed the play for My private use (and theirs). Because of the intimacy of it, I was never willing to make the private clips available for My fans to buy (except for some custom clips I filmed) but I decided to make one (just one!) available for all My fans to buy.
It gives Me an amazing feeling of power, of being adored and worshiped. Seeing a male willingly accept My waste and consume it not because it is his kink, but because I am his Goddess and he understands there is nothing more humiliating than eating My shit. There is no greater proof of love and submission than accepting My divine food.
I’m sure all you would like to do looking at two gorgeous leather beauties as Alexandra Snow and I is stroke your pathetic cock, am I right? It just gets hard the same instant you see Us, and your hand instinctively reaches into your pants, I know. So, for jerk-off junkies like you We have a one month assignment to show you who is really in control of your cock. A new task will be issued each week, alternatively on My store (tasks 1 and 3) and Goddess Alexandra Snow’s store (tasks 2 and 4). Make sure you don’t miss any and execute them as instructed!
The assignment contains CBT and ruined orgasm instructions that can be performed using nothing else but regular household objects. Each task comes with a different way of ruining your orgasm, and sometimes you will have to try more times until you manage to do it properly.
The glorious and glamorous Ladies of the House of Sinn (Goddess Ezada Sinn, Lady Yna, Mistress Kennya and Mistress Saida) have kidnapped another unsuspecting guinea pig on which to carry out their experiments of pain, humiliation and torture. Chained to the punishment bench and totally at Their mercy his ordeal is just beginning. For now his Mistresses want his cum. To be extracted quickly and efficiently until his sorry balls are totally drained. Using Their special warm jerking oil the sublime Goddesses stroke his cock with their beautifully manicured hands,Their beautiful red nails a blur of jerking activity.They will take his cum when they want, how they want and how often they want. He is powerless to resist. The wonderful ladies of the House of Sinn always get what they want. Without exception.
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