I am delighted to announce I will be in London again in January for a wonderful event organized by My dear friend, Madame Caramel.
Saturday, 12th January 2019, 30 Ladies and their servants will attend Madame Caramel’s Femdom High Tea & Play Party. One lucky boy is allowed to sponsor My ticket and maybe I will allow him to be in My presence during the event.
I will have the pleasure to hold the “Chastity/Orgasm control” workshop.
Expectations on the day
Slaves arrive and immediately report for duty.
They will be in service to a Mistress, other than their own, for 1 full hour.
This includes serving tea and fulfilling their other needs.
They will be on their best behavior so as to not disappoint their Mistress. Best brush up on your skills, boys and girls, anything less than perfect may be a punishable offense.
All slaves will be in suits unless they are a maid dressed in a uniform – no slutty uniforms, though classy and sexy is permitted.
Order of Events
High Tea served between 4 – 5pm
Includes: Champagne, tea and coffee, juices along with delicious sandwiches and scones
There will be basic nourishment for slaves
Entertainment from 5pm onwards
The celebration continues with play so PLEASE bring your favourite toys, there is not enough play at parties anymore and so this is an integral part of the event’s success
There will also be a workshop focusing on the various topics surrounding slave training
As always, dress to impress!
Elegant dresses, furs and pearls, vintage fashion, haute couture, fetish glamour.
SLAVES ARE EXPECTED TO WEAR A SUIT OR MAID’S UNIFORM
We are delighted to confirm the attendance of:
Goddess Ezada Sinn -Chastity Control Workshop
Dominant Ladies from all over the world attended the Femdom Ball 2016, Madame Caramel‘s event dedicated to Female Supremacy, last weekend. It was a great occasion to finally meet several Ladies I’ve been in contact with for long time but, due to the distances between Us, have not able to meet before. One of these Ladies is the Latina Goddess Jasmine Mendez, from USA.
We had a lovely chat at the Femdom Ball and at the Club Black Whip after party. Obviously, We decided to meet a couple days later for some Femdom fun.
My collared slave sit and another very lucky boy from London would be Our toys.
And We had fun! Whipping, ass worship, boot worship, orgasm control, ball busting – We used them how We wanted, forcing them to thank Us for the honor of being Our play things.
“A wise slave learns to never assume, at best we react only to Goddess Ezada Sinn’s wishes and desires, Stapana’s directives and cravings. She is the only One who defines the path slaves ultimately must choose to follow and obey.
Stapana Ezada extends to us the portage of slavery and the ones who worship Her remain totally at the mercy and directive of Her whim. Yes, i fear Her whip, Her wrath when i fail, Her use of long term orgasm control and chastity, and i utterly fear displeasing Her to a point where i am dismissed forever. Still, the more robust my obedience, the absolute my surrender, and capitulation to Her will, oh those actions boil forth outright consummate euphoria within my slave heart and soul.
In Her presence as morning begins, crawling to Her feet with coffee in hand, my eyes remain focused downward. Being allowed to greet such a human Goddess by placing a reverent kiss on the tender arch of each foot and then caressing Her sole with the skin of my facial cheek, pure heaven. What was once a dream is now transformed into a solemn daily ritual to start each day. I legitimately question if slaves are allowed to scream for joy in front of their Owners, or does the story of my jubilation adequately seep out from my eyes to Hers?
Stapana’s big toe astutely hooks my slave collar, plugging me closer till Her finger gains full control over my tilted neck. i am jerked within inches of Her lips, and the stream from Her balmy breath moistens the thick air between us. “Good morning sit,” audibly coats my eyes causing them to solidly shut tight. my hunger to scream impossible, as i’m incapable of any immediate breath. With just three words, Goddess has sliced open and exposed the submissive weakness of my soul. The power of my male will is again raped and stripped barren.
However in moments soon to be, i kneel in waiting position before Stapana in the presence of Her dear friend Mistress Evilyne. Goddess is holding in Her hands a contract, an Ownership Contact that She is offering to me. Our deeds and actions showcase purpose and goal, but for human kind it is the written contract, one sealed by signature, which remains a finalized and cast in stone agreement. The weight and reality of this moment stun. i feel suspended off the floor, not connected to my feet given the gravity of what She is extending to me. Seconds in time become frozen as She drops the multi page document to the ground just inches in front of my bowed head.
“Slave I want you to read the Ownership Contact out loud so Mistress Evilyne can bare witness. She understands the importance of ownership and what a contact such as this ultimately means.” The name Stapana has bestowed upon me is penned in thick black, it is the only name that matters to Her from here forward. The topic points are magnified in bold font style. The definitions of each are explained in clarifying directness.
Stapana codifies who We/we are, the purpose of the contact and most importantly the Symbols of Ownership She has placed on me. The outward symbols that reflect Her control and my chosen lifestyle to belong exclusively to Her and Her alone. my Duties of Servitude, my Expenditures, my Allowance, my Exclusions are all listed. This contact is formed in such a manner that Goddess can easily modify any of the points She wishes. Stapana makes it very clear that She will modify the contract over time to fit Her liking.
The section entitled Obligations is laden with 13 heavily worded definitions. The first is about Her obligations, the remaining twelve begin in kind: slave hereby acknowledges; slave shall address; slave shall be; respect includes; slave shall not; slave shall remain; slave shall pay full attention; slave shall sit, stand, walk, kneel, and lie where and when; slave shall not remove; slave shall dress as; friends and relative of Owner will be; respect and obedience are the two most important; failure will be punished.
However within one definition lays a weakness that will trap me in my duties and lead to pain. my command of the Romanian language is nil to the point of being absurd. The simple pronunciation of “Stapana” will highlight my faults and short comings. The strike of Her signal whip rains down on my backside with dissatisfied impatience. Goddess Ezada is more than unhappy with me, and i cannot correct my mistake given chances by both Her and Mistress Evilyne. Fifty whip lashes shall be administered while i am still tasked with the job of plainly reading the remaining contract points for Mistress Evilyne.
This whip is new, unbroken, its marks not pitted from the cracker but instead the stiff leather sows long red solid welts from the yet rigid shaft of the whip maker’s 16 plait weave. The whip does not need to crack to inflict pain, it slices the air more like an arrow breaking wind as it flies past. Her repeated lashes speed up the cadence at which sit speaks. At times my words become garbled, impossible to understand. Time and time again Goddess Ezada and Mistress Evilyne pull me back on task, while the whip, over and over dive me off onto the submissive ditch of the road.
my eyes are streaming tears when i’ve finished the final thirteenth point. Stapana and i pen Our/our names in heavy felt tip black, yet She is still obsessed with the need of redder ink to secure my signature. Goddess will extract my DNA, my blood to seal my mark. With eight final full strength whip lashes, my backside skin splays wide open and She harvests slave blood to complete the signing.
The contact pages are tossed freely to the floor and Goddess retorts in full vibrato to “Kiss My name slave.” In all my slave years i’ve kissed images of, shown respect for a Ladies whip, Her shoe, Her boots, Her cock, Her garment, the ground She walks on, and Her hand. Yet never have i been commanded to kiss the signature of Her name.
This mere act burns indelible into my psyche. The words have been written, the signatures attached, my life-force extracted, and the solemn act of an Ownership Contact, enforceable and in place. Every time i bow in the flesh before The One who owns me, i am pulled intensely by Her acts. Willingly and unexpectedly seduced to even deeper levels of submission that can only lead to one concrete destination. Total slavery under the Goddess Ezada Sinn. Maybe there is a chance that my life, a life of a slave will find true purpose. Yes, i am blessed and there are signed words which help reminds me of that joyous fact. That i am the realized and bound property of the One who contractually owns me.
Femdom Ball 2015 was a great success and I had an amazing time using My slaves, together with the ladies from The House of Sinn. Recently My dear friend Madame Caramel announced the date for the Femdom Ball 2016 – October 8th, 2016, in London. I offer the possibility to a very lucky slave to serve Me during the event and sponsor My trip (attendance fee – 50 pounds for the ticket – and a part of My traveling expenses – 100 pounds). Only one spot available.
At the beginning of March I will visit London again. For most of My stay I will be served by My new pet, but I decided to make Myself available for several private meetings on 4 and 5 of March 2016, in Hoxton Dungeon.
Subs that I sessioned with already, or My subs in training, have priority. Minimum 2 hours sessions or one hour double sessions with Madame Caramel available.
A non-refundable deposit is necessary in order to book a session.
Two lucky slaves can serve Me and Fetish Liza on 10th of October, in London. We are interested to film strap-on scenes, leather worship, boots domination, gloves domination, humiliation, orgasm control and more. Tribute applies.
Apply now using the contact form on My website: https://mistressezada.com/contact/model-application/
I will be again in UK at the middle of September, available for sessions between 14-15 of September. This time I will held My sessions in The Hoxton Dungen. If you want to serve Me book a session with at least 48 hours in advance.
A 50 pounds (or 65 euro) deposit must be payed in order to secure your booking (via Amazon.de (preferable) or Amazon.co.uk gift card).
You realize, I covet any opportunity to inflict My whip kisses upon the naked and trebling flesh of a willing or even unwilling male submissive. When My single tail repeatedly cracks the barrier of agony, torture, torment, as the slave transcends into misery, despair, agony, it’s the very moment I quiver in ecstatic Female supremacy and delight. I am in rapture when they suffer under My hand.
Many might see My slave’s as merely objects, objects to be used for My satisfaction, objects to be marked and seen, an object, a target, a victim of My bliss. Yes, it is true and I use them as I choose, yet they are also My human property, and I covet them as well.
At proper times, I love to lend My slaves over to My dominant Lady friends. It’s the ultimate act of Female Supremacy, My slaves used as mere objects, used as I wish. My slaves have no say in the matter, My slaves simply obey and follow orders as told.
During the recent incarnation of Madame Caramel’s FemDom Garden Tea Party in London, I had the pleasure of lending one of My favorite personal slaves to Madame Caramel for a serious beating. My slave complied without a moment of hesitation or question, just as he was trained to do.
It was My pleasure to see him whipped, to watch Her inflict sweet suffering on his backside, to witness him accept the beating from Her, as if it were coming from Me. I held his head in My lap, enjoying his heavily breath. I was proud of My slave, yet I expected nothing less from him. I after all, am the One who has trained him. Just look at the photo below, one which he sent to Madame Caramel and Myself the morning after his torment under Her lash, thanking Her for the whipping.
Yes, My slave is just an object, one to be used for My amusement, and pleasure. Yet, he is an exceptional example of what can happen when I find a submissive male I wish to train, shape and mold.
Oh yes. I can see it in his eyes. The feeling of despair, humiliation, degradation. I lean back in the comfortable armchair to enjoy the sight of the human dog kneeling in front of Me. Chewing for more than 15 minutes now on what probably is the most disgusting thing he has ever had in his mouth. Chewing and munching, again and again in vain trying to swallow the gristly chunk of spicy fat.
It was only a mere hour ago that My poor little puppy dog had still been a respectful member of society. My devoted lawyer slave who had come all the way from Europe to see Me in London for just 24 hours. Hoping to spend some time with his Mistress whom he misses so much and gets to meet so rarely. Visiting a London photo gallery with Me I had deceivingly dangled in front of him. Poor silly chap. How could he honestly think that I would really do so? Oh no, My plans with him had surely been quite different. Soon after arrival he had found himself next to Me in the back of a hired car making its way through the bustling London traffic. A journey to an unknown destination. For him but not for Me of course.
From My hotel near Marble Arch to our destination in the outskirts of London it took us about 90 minutes. The longer W/we drove, the more his concern about the purpose of the trip became apparent. Chatty and joyful at first, he became more and more silent along the way. It was plain to see that the joy to see Me again more and more made way for a dark and vague fear what this sunny afternoon still had in store for him. And reason enough he had for sure…
Then W/we were finally there. Dungeon Manor, home and castle of My dear friend Mistress Evilyne and the most charming yet exemplary sadistic Governess Ely. It had already been for quite some time that I had wanted to present my German slave to My English companions. I must admit that I really like to exhibit the males that I have added to My stables to My Lady friends. It is just the same as with a new handbag or a nice pair of new shoes. Don´t We Ladies all like to do a little show off with such new acquisitions? Ah and with new slaves it is just the same. With the difference however that a slave is just so much more fun to play with than a new pair of Louboutins… (the latter are usually more decorative though…). Ever seen a cat joyfully play with the poor little mouse it just has caught? That´s the idea.
Of course the Ladies of Dungeon Manor and Me had been in contact before the visit to agree on some nice surprises for My little puppy. Mistress Evilyne had asked Me that she´d need someone to clean up her kitchen because her boys who usually are in charge of that job weren´t available that day. And of course she would not carry out such menial task by herself. So I had not only happily offered the services of My slave for the chores but insisted that she´d leave her kitchen in a real mess before W/we came. I wanted it to be as chaotic and soiled and dirty as at all possible. And Evilyne willingly consented. Oh my, had that kirchen been a chaos then. Pots and pans and strainer and cutlery and mixers and what have you all piled up. Soiled with dry remains of some past cooking events. The sink full of dirty plates and dishes and cups and glasses … Calling that kitchen to be in shambles would have been a gross understatement. Just perfect for my little pet to show himself a little bit useful.
Well, We took it easy at first to lull him into a false sense of security. The Ladies made themselves comfortable in the living room sipping on some cold champagne while My slave was kneeling down by My feet. Apart from the three Ladies there was another male guy there, obviously a good friend of Governess Ely as she treated him like a human being. In fact she was really nice and tender to him. Of course My own slave wasn´t offered anything to drink and left ignored by Us. But when he thought he could interfere with Our conversation and give some smart-alecky commentaries on Mistress Evilyn´s classic furniture it was definitely time to draw in the reins. Oh, I hate it when the slaves think they can behave as if they belonged to Our caste. How wonderful must have been the life in the 19th century when it was hammered into each ad every servants brain from early childhood that he is just this: A lowly servant, nothing else.
“Could your slave be somewhat helpful in the kitchen, dear?” Evilyne asked Me in the sweetest tone. “Oh yes, he´d love to. So chatty he is this afternoon, I have to apologize for him. You know this is how they immediately tend to misbehave if not put to constant work .” I answered with a smirk. “So, off to the kitchen you go frank, hurry up!”
What a pity that i could not see his face when he became aware of the mountains of dirty dishes waiting for him there. Yet, it was not for a long that he returned, seeming to have gotten somewhat insecure in the meantime. Once more he was interrupting Our conversation with a stupid question … asking us how to shut the kitchen sink. I have to say that I felt kind of embarrassed by the stupidity of my slave. Did he not know that his incompetence would fall back on Me, his Mistress.
We instructed him to clean the dishes under running water and sent him back to the kitchen. A few minutes later I followed him to see how he was doing … only to then find him to be less enthusiastic in his work than he should have been. Scowlingly he was brushing a frying pan. Displeasure rose within Me. Displeasure that needed to be cured by getting one of Evilynes useful electric shock collars from upstairs and applying that firmly around My slaves neck. Hearing him gasp, seeing him getting down on his knees upon a little push of the button of the remote control gave evidence that the useful device worked satisfactory. Electricity once more proved to be one of the most useful inventions in the history of mankind. The shocks released by my sharp nailed index finger made his body twitch and wince. I am a big fan of using he well-tried methods of dog training in the education of the male. The breed are just so similar.
Whether training a dog or training a male, it works just the same. The verbal explanation has to be reinforced with some physical sensation that engraves the lecture into the primitve mind. So My voice and the electric shock collar took turns in making it crystal clear to him that he should rather not disappoint me with anything less than enthusiastic frist class service.
Upon returning to the living room I had to try out whether the range of the remote control would include the kitchen. A choked scream coming from the kitchen showed Me that it did. So then I could admonish My puppy to diligently fulfil his cleaning duties. Every other minute an electric shock coming out of the blue reminded him of who was in control over his mind and body.
Finally he returned to the living room reporting that he was finished with the job in the kitchen. Our inspection showed that he had done at least an acceptable job. The kitchen looked neat and clean. he had even wiped the kitchen hood that had been covered with a thick layer of greasy dust before he got started.
Fair enough, but not enough. This had just been the starter that had quickend My appetite. I wanted more. More degradation and more humiliation for him, more arousal for Me…
Upon returning from the kitchen to the living room My eyes caught a little plush toy lying innocently on the floor. It belonged to Governess Ely´s little dog and was just the right inspiration for Me now. I turned to Evilyne as frank had taken his place at My feet again. “Say dear, would you please have a dog mask for My little pet here, he just looks too … well … hmm… too human for My taste right now.” A big evil smile lit My friends face. “Well of course hun … just a sec.” She left and returned a minute later holding in her hands a beautiful rubber dog mask. It fit him just perfectly … just perfectly to convert him into the pathetic jerk that is.The little plush toy was a nice instrument to push things even a little further. Just with a sweet little puppy I played with the guy there in the living room, right before My friends who couldn´t help laughing. Oh what fun We had! Oh how wonderfully embarrassing this was for him. I wagged the toy in front of him, making him try to snag that with his snout. In vain of course … I pretended to throw it away only to make him rush off on all fours and searching for the toy in the corner of the room while I was still hiding that behind My back. The little play really caught Me: … “Where is the puppy frank? Go fetch it, where is it? Look here it is … get it, come here, hurry up … come here … sit up and beg! … there is My good boy … good boy … jump. Hop, just a little higher, come on get it, get it. … Oh it´s gone agan … where has Mistress put it … look there it is …” Oh it went on and on. I must admit that the two bottles of Champagne We had had while frank was cleaning up the mess in the kitchen had added a good part to the hilarity of the Ladies. Even the boy-friend of Governess Ely joined in the roaring laughter.And Evilyne and Ely nearly fell off their chairs.
Before our game with the pup could become boring, Evilyne changed up to next gear: “Say Ezada, don´t You think that Your little doggy might have gotten somewhat hungry by now? Look I have just one pig ear left.” With only two fingers she held something up in the air that looked like a chunk of animal skin and fat and gristle. It was the roasted ear of a pig, drenched with stinky spices that dogs obviously love. Real dogs I mean. With frank I do not know … Well to tell the true, I was sure that he would hate it like nothing fed to him before in his life.
“Wouldn`t Your dog relish a real mouth-watering chew, Dear?” The derision in Evilyn´s voice was unmistakable, the sneer on her pretty face just gorgeous. “Oh well of course he would. Now that is so nice of you dear Evilyne. Come frank, bark for Evilyne!” “Wuff, wuff” it came from him. Not enthusiastic enough for My taste. “Louder puppy, louder! Let us hear how You are looking forward to the delicious little pig ear!” “WUFF” “LOUDER”… “WUFF!! WUFF!!” … What I have to add here My dear readers is that the barking of frank had needed a little support that had to come from My hands. I own a very handy little deviced that I love to carry along with Me more or less everywhere I go. It is a sort of combination between a dog leash and a dog whip made of strong black leather. In fact it can be used for dragging along a dog as well as for disciplinary purposes. And it now needed the whip functionality to make frank feel what kind of barking I wanted to hear from him. Distinct obedient bow-wow that was meant to convey to My friend Evilyne how much I appreciated the fun We Ladies had in humiliating My pet.
“That´s a good boy. Now, get the pig ear. Come on sit up and beg. Where are the little paws? Hands up, fingers down. Head back, open mouth … That´s it. Here you go…” Holding the stinking pig ear at arms lenght I dropped it into his mouth.
“Ah, he won´t be able to swallow that right away. That will take its time. It´s not a filet steak you know!” The laughing Evilyne definitely had her experiences with feeding these kind of treats to a slave.
And indeed frank had his troubles. Big troubles. Chewing and chewing he was on the big chunk in his mouth. Brown saliva dripping from his mouth and threatening to spoil the carpet. We had to sit him on a plastic bag to prevent the drool from dripping on the floor. And Evilyne menaced him that when just one drop of the disgusting spittle from his snout would soil her floor she would make him pay for the cleaning. And that would cost him the equivalent of a pair of nice shoes for his Mistress.
So there he was now kneeling by My feet. Chewing and chewing on his dog ear. Making him open his mouth I could see that it had turned into a chunk of chewy grease. The proud and self assured man who had come here with Me had turned into a picture of misery within just a few hours. It had not taken much to take all his dignity from him. To degrade him and make him an animal at Our feet. Just a little afternoon play of three hilarious Mistresses. When he looked up and into My eyes I could see that he was completely wiped out.
When Governess Ely offered to get a dog bowl and fill that with what she called “her fresh warm champagne to quench the sweet little puppy” he finally gave in.
“Stop this please Mistress” he begged and whispered. “Please my Mistress, please. Don´t let her do this please”. Big tears filled his eyes and made Me shiver with pleasure and arousal. But so I then did. frank had received his lesson and I had experienced the fun I had hoped for. And more than that. Proud and satisfied I felt about My little pet that had gone through this ordeal for nothing else but My pleasure. Because for him there had sure been no pleasure at all in this wonderful afternoon. Still it was not quite over yet … not quite. But I had to keep control of Myself for another 30 minutes until W/we were sitting in the back of the cab returning to London. Only then I could finally grab his hand and squeeze that firmly between My strong legs and on My hot and juicy pussy …rubbing My hungry clit through the leather of My pants …. closing My eyes and recalling the pictures of his humiliation…. Then it was just a matter of seconds that the long warm waves of My orgasms finally came to take Me with them…
I will be again in London at the middle of March, available for sessions between 12-15th of March. This time I will held My sessions in The Dungeon Manor (in Orpington). If you want to serve Me book a session with at least 48 hours in advance.
A 50 pounds deposit must be payed in order to secure your booking (via clips4sale tribute button or Amazon.co.uk gift card).
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