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Picture of the week 25 2015 – Latex pony for sale

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Madame Caramel and Governess Painless would be interested in buying My and Mistress Fetish Liza‘s latex pony, so today We want to show Them the horse in action. It is a nice black shiny stallion, very fit, slim but strong, muscles playing under the skin in the sun. We show the potential buyers how it can be used both for pulling a carriage, taking Us comfortably from one place to another, and as a show horse, marching nicely with its knees up, or running on a lead around Fetish Liza. A very good horse, which Madame Caramel plans to take to Ascot and make some money with. I’m pretty sure she can!

Watch the clip here.

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The Ultimate Act of Sinn by Marco

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Fantasy written by My fan Marco

“I knelt before Lady Ezada Sinn, helpless and naked. She was absolutely amazing. She was dressed in her fetish best—a tightly-cinched black corset, black seamed stockings with garter straps, sky-high heels, and long, black, elbow-length gloves with a large jeweled ring on her forefinger. She reminded me of an evil Queen—Lady Macbeth or the Queen who tried to murder Snow White. Incredible, powerful sensuality, with a deadly look in her rouged, hypnotic eyes. I fixated on the thought of her executing me—preferably by strangling me. I had begged her to pretend to kill me and had traveled all the way to Romania for the experience.

“Please, Goddess Ezada, will you strangle me with your gloved hands…will you pretend to kill me…please…please!!”

“Ohhhhhh, my dear pet, of course I will. But first you have to pay a price to your Fetish Queen. Look at me, slave. Have you ever seen such an incredible combination of beauty, sensuality, and perversity? I love the way these stockings feel on my legs—the wishing sound they make when I rub them. I so love the bizarre…you must submit to enslavement and degradation at my beautiful hands. I have such twisted plans for you—HaHaHaHaHa! Now follow me—on your hands I crawled behind her, admiring her height and her power in those heels and the way her ass swayed. She led me to a well-lit room with a full- length mirror. There was a chair in front of the mirror. She ordered me to sit. I was shivering—but excited.

“Mmmmmmm, look at your cock swelling already.” She began stroking it with her heel, rubbing it up and down the bulging veins in my cock. “I want to see your worthless cock weeping pre-cum. I know how to coax it out of my slaves.” Soon I gave in to the sensations and my pre-cum began to ooze…”Please, Goddess Ezada, please let me cum…When are you going to strangle me? I came all the way from America-it is all I have thought about.”

“Awwwww, tsk, tsk, my American slave is so desperate. But not right away…I want to have some fun first. I want you to adore me in the most bizarre way…starting with my perfect ass. And I want to observe everything I do to you in my mirror.” She walked around me so I could drink her in…her black fishnet stockings, her garter straps, her black corset—so intoxicating. Now I could see that she wore matching black thong panties, exposing her naked ass and pussy. She licked her full red lips and they glistened in anticipation. She turned her amazing, beautiful ass toward me, moving her black thong to one side, spreading her cheeks and pushing her moist crack into my face as the garter suspenders bit into her flesh…my cock wanted to explode…”Now lick and kiss my ass…bury your tongue deep…lick the inside of my divine ass clean. Make sure you tongue my beautiful ass pucker.” I did as she commanded, licking and kissing, pushing my tongue in so deep…it smelled and tasted so funky and strong…What a sensation it was feeling the texture of her asshole…

”Do you like my fragrant ass? Would you like to be my living toilet paper? It’s so energizing how I can use my beauty to debase and degrade another human being.” I nodded my head as she pushed my face even deeper into her ass…I was having trouble breathing, but I was never so aroused and I wanted to cum so desperately…

Mistress Ezada removed my head from her ass and ordered me to sit in the chair. My cock was coated with moist pre-cum and I wanted release so desperately. Her ass scent was embedded in my brain. She circled me, smiling…she was so cruel and omnipotent. “When I first read your email begging me to “pretend” to kill you I was hesitant. After all, this could be very risky…but the thought of how it would feel to take someone to the brink of death…I just couldn’t resist.” She stared into my eyes with her hypnotic gaze…

“Do you want to cum for me, slave Marco?”

“Yes, Goddess Ezada!”

“Do you want to suffer for your Fetish Queen?

“Yes, Goddess Ezada!”

“Do you want to die for me?”

Yes, yes, Goddess Lady Ezada, oh, please…please…kill me!!”

Then Fetish Goddess Ezada sat on my lap and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. “Would you like to taste my spit, you worthless slave? Now you can quench your thirst with my saliva.” The Goddess laughed lout loud, grinding her ass into my swollen cock. “Open your mouth wide, slave!” I did as I was told…I could see Goddess Ezada working up a load of spit…then she stood up and positioned her beautiful, full, wet mouth above mine…she opened her mouth slightly and drooled out gorgeous ropes of spit, hitting the back of my throat…I gulped it greedily…I felt so privileged to be consuming the spit of my Fetish Goddess, Mistress Ezada.

This went on for a few minutes…I enjoyed the addicting taste so much as well as the feeling of my free will and dignity being disintegrated by such a stunning, world-class fetish dominatrix.

Then Goddess Ezada began caressing me with her black gloves, making sure to rake my face with her large ring. “Do you like my

gloves, slave? They are black satin…so smooth and warm. Look how they go all the way up over my elbows. Can you see my beautiful nails through the material?” As she finished smoothing the gloves, she ground her ass into my cock, making me want to cum again. “Don’t I look devastating in these gloves? Do you know what I’m going to do with these gloved hands, my sweet slave?”

“Please, please, please…strangle me with them! Kill me with them!”

“Your Divine Fetish Queen will now grant your wish.” Goddess Ezada slowly squeezed her fingers around my vulnerable neck…pressing tighter and tighter…I could feel her growing wet from the excitement as she breathed heavily…her hypnotic eyes were so alive as I gasped and gagged and my own eyes widened in desperation…As I felt about to pass out she would loosen her grip, sadistically allowing me to regain my senses…then she applied her death grip again…and again…and again…She actually laughed at my suffering: ”Ohhhhhhhh…I can actually feel the power flowing through my fingers as I choke the life out of you…what an indescribable rush!”

I gasped and gagged, reflexively trying to pry her hands loose but it was useless…she smiled widely and tilted her head, fascinated and aroused by how my body was reacting…I could smell her excitement at the prospect of finishing me…”I may actually strangle you to death, you worthless slave…no “pretending”…you are about to get your secret wish!” Goddess Ezada pressed her thumbs into my carotid artery and I saw stars, gasping and gagging and spitting…I panicked because she was really going to commit murder—my murder. I struggled at first but I felt myself going under…slowly fading…giving in to her…”Mmmmm, I want you to cum as you lose consciousness…can you feel your brain starving for blood as I squeeze your carotid artery? Are your lungs burning from lack of oxygen?” She laughed at how pathetic and helpless I was. “Look how your eyes stare…the life slowly going I could feel her wetness growing…white light…my eyes fluttering…my tongue dangling, which she mocked by sticking out her own tongue and licking my face as I struggled. My body went into spasms as she mercilessly squeezed harder…I heard her moaning with pleasure as my skin turned red then blue, and my arms and hands dropped limply by my sides…She watched in the mirror, in love with her image and her almighty power, rubbing my slimy hard cock with her ass.

She continued to squeeze and I felt myself about to cum…autoerotic asphyxiation, brought on by the most powerful and beautiful fetish mistress and goddess…She laughed as she felt my cock spasm under her, ejaculating my warm cum as I passed out. But then

she wondered—should she really finish me off? She had such a willing slave at her command…a slave she could use as human toilet

paper…force to drink her golden nectar…and, yes, command to lick the cum from her divine body…or perhaps suffocate with a plastic bag…Perhaps do all this in front of a live audience! Indeed, Goddess and Mistress Ezada Sinn had more ideas on how to degrade and enslave me—what…would…she…do?

To be continued?”

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Picture of the Week 21 2015 – Stuttgart, Leather and Boot Worship

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I’m positive that you’re keenly aware of My intimate love of rich, sensual, and buttery leather clothes and boots.  Here, you can see that my fellow Ladies; Lady Victoria Valente, Mistress Akella, and Madame Catarina, all share the same affinity as I.  Leather radiates luxury and style, opulence and attitude, power and control.
I have many devotees who worship Me in My leathers.  The influence I lord over them, places me on a pedestal of glorification and adoration, while they kowtow in reverence before my leather clad feminine perfection.  It’s deviously amusing to watch my slaves grow weak and complacent at the very sight, smell and touch of my fine leather garments.
Many of mine, also fall prey to the same leather sweetness of my impeccable boots and fine shoes.  My slaves take pride in humiliating themselves as they kiss, lick, suck and worship my leather heeled boots.  For them it is more than just a pleasure, it is a privilege to be earned and an honor to be granted.
To worship My boots, whilst the slave crawls naked at My feet, is just a more intense, humiliating way to show how much My devotee reveres Me as his deity.  W/we both understand that everything is arranged according to My divine will.  If I am satisfied with your service, then I will condescend to allow the slave to honor Me in such a manner.
Be it leather or boot worships, both are a surefire sign of their love and devotion for Me, their supreme Mistress and Goddess.
From Stuttgart, for all leather lovers and boots worshipers – Lady Victoria Valente, Mistress Akella, Madame Catarina, and Myself – clips will be published soon on our c4s stores.
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Picture of the week 17 2015 – Leather under the sun

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I have an intimate love for leather.  It’s rich, soft, and buttery texture massaging My skin.  I can feel it’s warmth straight through My bones as I run My stiletto nailed fingers across these shapely hips and thighs.

 

Yes I am attracted to wearing leather, plus I’m keenly a tune that donning it magnifies My attraction for others, as it draws notice to My aura of class and luxury.  When I wear leather, people are captivated by My strength, confidence and feminine allure.

 

Some find the aroma of My leather intoxicating.  Others experience downright arousal.  The effect it has on my slaves is purely amusing, as they scurry about, all hot and bothered by My leather encased perfection.

 

On My recent vacation to Thailand ,as I walk in the hot afternoon sun through the grounds of My 5 star resort hotel, I am shaped by a tight, form fitting back leather skirt.  If by the end of My stroll I am damp with perspiration under the fabric, then My personal slave will clean the heavenly sweat from My feet, legs and royal ass, in the manner I’ve taught him.

 

Oh I know my poor boys, you would do anything to have his duty!
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When I hold the whip…

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This is letter from My slave, medor:

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“Sleeping or not, I dream of being with You very often. In my dreams, of course, You are dressed in black leather, with your high boots, with your hair pulled behind, and, of course, You hold a long whip in your hand…
   So classical !
   What is not so classical is the intense reaction I have, when I see You like that. It is like an electric shock.
   Suddenly, You are here, in front of me, in majesty, so dazzlingly beautiful, so strong and powerful. And I feel so ugly, so weak, so impotent, but also irresistibly attracted by You, irresistibly in love with You. It is really as if I was in front of a shining Goddess, my Goddess whom I desire so much, and I cannot escape to adore Her, to be subjected to all Her wills and desires.
    I know that, very soon, I shall have to suffer, more or less. But I am so happy to show Her that I want to obey and to please Her. So happy to live intensely with Her for a few minutes. So happy to show Her that I love Her !
 
   When You hold the whip, I feel like your servant your obedient and respectful servant, eager to fulfil all your needs, secretly submissive and secretly in love with his Mistress. And I like it.
 
   When You hold the whip, I feel like a worm, your little worm, so disgusting and dribbling, so ugly, negligible, and insignificant, that You might crush it under the sole of your boot. And I like it.
 
   When You hold the whip, I feel like your dog, I am your medor, avid of smelling your fragrance, your body, your clothes, your undergarments; eager to rub itself against your body, against your belly, against your legs, between your legs; your medor trying to lick your body everywhere.
 
   When You hold the whip, I feel like a little boy, your little boy. And You are my mum. And I know that I have done something silly, and that You will have to punish me. But I know also that I deserve it, that You have to punish me for my greater benefit, that You have to train me, to educate me, to bring me up, and that You do so only because You love me. 
 
   When You hold the whip, I like to feel that I surrender, I submit, I open myself to your wills and desires, even if it hurts. So I want to receive as much as possible from You, to intensify the link between us, and to feel or prove that I like You more and more and better.
 
   When You hold the whip, it is more a symbol than a tool for punishing me, the symbol of your power, your absolute power upon me. So it is the ultimate proof that I am completely seduced , completely in love with You. And that’s why I like it so much !
                                                                                                                                                   your medor”

Picture of the week 13 2014 – Per aspera ad astra

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Look at My leather addicted slave here. his fetish for Me in leather is so strong that he will do virtually everything to get his tongue licking up and down My laced patent leather boots and his nose right between My voluptuous leather clad buttocks. This is the “astra” part of it for him.

But before he is allowed into his personal leather heaven he sure will undergo a lot of “aspera”. he hates My big black strap on cock. So I even more love to train him taking that all the way up his ass. I thrust the huge cock deep into him and to the hilt. Again and again I do. Until the warm waves of My orgasms come rolling. Then he may have his little pleasure too…

 

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Picture of the week 7 2014 – Sent to Me to be used

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Sometimes the picture of the week tells its story without any words. Sometimes it needs some words of explanation to accompany it. Like this week.

On first sight this might just look like an ordinary CBT scene with Me and one of My slaves. In fact it is not. It is something quite different. What this really is, is a story of real trust, deep submission, and sisterhood. Trust of, submission to, and sisterhood with a person that is not even on the photos. Because She has been thousands of kilometers away at the time. She is My sister in mind Mistress Eleise de Lacy.

The slave is Hers, not mine. he wears Her collar. So this says that he really is Her property. She had sent him to Me as a part of his training, given him into My hands. To do with him whatever I felt doing. No reservations, no limits. So this is the trust part of the story.

Maybe only very few of the people reading this will know how it really feels to own another human being. A collared slave is a precious thing. he has virtually laid his body, soul and mind, his whole life into the hands of his owner. The collared slave has conveyed the responsibility for himself to his owner. And the owner will be aware of this responsibility. Eleise de Lacy sure is. Passing this responsibility then on to someone else, even if only for a limited period of time, is the biggest proof of trust you can possibly think of. And I am most grateful to My friend Eleise for this trust in Me.

The collared slave has surrendered himself completely to his owner. This is something exclusively between Her and him, it is a strong bond that ties him to Her. In the best case this bond is eternal and indestructible.

The collared slave is something totally different from a guy going to a Domina studio for some whipping fun every other week when his hormone level makes him do so. Totally different. So accepting his owners order to submit to someone else, to offer himself to a complete stranger for use and abuse, again, with no reservations and no limits and no safe-word is the biggest proof of submission of a slave to his Mistress you can possibly think of.

Women sharing this knowledge of ownership, slavery and submission, sharing the believe in Female supremacy, are sisters. Sisters in spirit. True sisters in the best sense of the word. I am proud to call Ms. Eleise de Lacy My sister.

So coming back to the pictures of the week: Did I justify the trust Eleise had in Me, did the slave proof his submission to his Mistress? I think W/we both did.

I restraint him to the bondage table and I used him for an intense session of nipples torture first. This was the warm up. He was quiet during the first minutes and then started moaning. Softly first, louder then as the pain got more intense. When the moaning had turned to real squealing, I turned to his cock and balls. First I used a rope to spread his balls. Then I added a ball-parachute with pointed metal spikes inside and a cock-collar, also with those painful spikes. When the spikes ferociously bit into the soft skin I could hear his grinding teeth. After I had stretched his genitals to the maximum, I tortured him with a pin wheel. His body was twisting in agony fixed by the relentless ropes. When he thought, he could not take it any more and started crying, I stretched him some more. And more.

His body was in flames of pain that I had inflicted on him. But his mind and soul were still with Her. The bond between the two did not break. As I said, in the best case it is indestructible. In this case it was.

You can read Ms. Eleise de Lacy’s comments on this here.

 

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Picture of the week 3 2014 – Leather magic

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Me and My slave in leather. There is no other material like it. Leather is Femdom and it has been for centuries. The way it looks, it feels, it smells. Black Leather turns the woman into a Mistress, it turns the man into a slave. Every woman who has ever put on a leather costume and leather gloves will know what I mean. And every slave who then has only looked at Her will know as well.

 

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Picture of the week 42 2013 – 100 canes for the sissy

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I am training this slave to be a good sissy, and I am quite pleased with her so far. She takes care of the house chores, she can take a strap-on pretty well, so the next step in this training is caning. She should be able to take the pain I want to inflict on her for My pleasure, and, although I’ve whipped her in the past, today she will take a caning for the first time. But this doesn’t mean it will be a light one. Tied to a whipping bench, she will receive 100 cane strokes for this first lesson, and this number will increase with every next one. Since she has no experience with this, the gag in her mouth will make sure she doesn’t do too much noise and disturb Me; I want to see My slaves suffer, but I don’t need them to make a fuss about it. And she will suffer, until her ass get red, and then white again, full of deep marks, and her face is full of tears and drool from all the pain and shouting.

This is a still from the clip 100 cane strokes for laziness: Mistress Ezada punishing Her slave

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