For three years i have been in chastity under the control of Goddess Ezada Sinn. Until recently, i was locked in a small pink silicon device. Whilst this was a very good device and a reasonable fit, it was not a perfect fit and not so good for long term wear. i knew Stapana preferred Her property to be locked in metal and wondered if She would decide upon that for me. Five months ago, it happened, Stapana ordered me to purchase a custom-made steel device from Red Chili Chastity. The device was to be the aptly name Sissy Cage with the screw locking system, it’s designed to be very discreet and is very well priced at less than £300.
Receiving the device, i must say how impressed i was with the workmanship. Examining the device i could see how well it was finished, i was delighted to find the inside of the device to be perfectly smooth with no rough edges to cause any problems. The device locking system is straight forward, discreet (due to the lack of need for a padlock) & comes with a pretty key. i could only hope it was as good to wear as it was to look at. Fortunately, the device arrived the day before i flew to visit Stapana, so the first time i would wear it would be when She locked me in it.
The moment of truth………… naked in front of Stapana as She holds the device in Her hands enjoying the thought of locking my (Her) cock in metal. First the ring; pop, one ball goes through; pop, the other ball is through; it’s a tighter fit as Stapana pushes my cock through, but without much difficulty the ring is behind the cock and balls. The ring is tight but not uncomfortable in the slightest, but even now i can tell this will be restrictive once aroused. Stage 2, the caging; it’s a simple process as Stapana pushes my cock into the cage and places it upon the guide pins on the cock ring. Stage 3, the locking; the moment Stapana enjoys the most, using Her pretty heart-shaped key She tightens the locking screw. Such a simple process and poodle is locked for the foreseeable future. No pleasure for this poodle unless Stapana decides. Looking down it is strange to see my cock behind bars. i am used to being locked in chastity, but this is different; it fits so perfectly, rather like a tight glove one cannot take off. my cock is small, but the device makes it look tiny, something which delights Stapana.
It’s now been 3 weeks of being locked, only removing it once a week to enable a shaving before immediately locking the device back on. It’s an interesting experience having a piece of metal hanging from one’s groin. Whilst flaccid is not uncomfortable at all, but one cannot forget it is there, a constant and reassuring reminder of Stapana’s ownership. It is invisible under my vanilla clothes, meaning it can be worn at work with no problem. The device is very secure, whilst the space between the bars allows plenty of breathing space, they don’t allow anything to escape. The prefect fitting of the cock ring and the shape of the device combine to make me believe there is no way i could remove this without the key. The spacing of the bars also means this device is very good for cleaning, meaning it can remain locked on for the long term without a problem.
Sleeping with the device; one of the biggest problems i found with chastity devices in the past was sleeping. Often it was uncomfortable to lie in certain positions, i prefer to sleep lying face down which can be problematic with an imperfect fitting device. There are no such problems with this device. Waking up aroused is a different matter, however, as the next paragraph will explain.
How does it feel when aroused; i’m sure this is the part of most interest. From the first fitting of the device i got the feeling that erections in the device may be somewhat uncomfortable, and i soon found out. Everyone knows how much Stapana likes to tease Her property and, can there be any moment She would enjoy more than when She has just locked it in a new chastity device. It doesn’t take much of Her teasing for the device to bite. First, it’s like the ring is shrinking, i feel it tighten and tighten, just how small is it going to get? Is it a castration device? Of course not, but it’s feeling very tight. The next thing to make themselves felt are the bars of the cage. As the cock inflates, they press against the cock, making things very uncomfortable, not excruciatingly painful, but enough to make you wish the arousal would go away. As the restriction of the ring bites, the balls begin to ache, again not excruciating, but it’s certainly uncomfortable. The final thing that i realise, the tightness of the cock ring means the erection does not subside quickly. Imagine then, how this feels in the morning after dreaming of Stapana……
So, now my cock is imprisoned in metal, in a device which is easy to wear all the time but seriously discourages any form of erection. This is just as Stapana likes it, and i don’t think it’s coming off any time soon.
It is February and I have just arrived to visit my beautiful Owner Goddess Ezada Sinn in Bucharest. It has been several months since I have seen Her beauty and been used and abused for Her pleasure. Goddess wastes little time in catching up on the abuse.It begins with Goddess giving me a release, but this has nothing to do with giving me pleasure. my pleasure is not important here, only Hers. i find myself bound in the cockstock, arms behind my back in an arm binder, totally helpless to whatever Goddess wishes to do. Frustration is the order of the day it seems, as i find myself teased and edged time and time again before being brought to ruined orgasm after ruined orgasm. Soon i am totally empty and Goddess makes clear the reason for the milking. It is time for Goddess to introduce me to the cane and to make it more special, and more painful, She wants me to have no arousal left.
So, now that all the arousal has gone, it is time for me to suffer for my beautiful Owner. Am i freed from the cockstock? Of course not. Goddess likes Her slaves in the cockstock, so why remove them. Much better to enjoy keeping them in it while also enjoying abusing them. First, the warm up, a flogger across my back and ass. It is painful, but nothing compared to what is to come, and it serves to make my ass more sensitive to the strokes of the cane.
Now it is time for the main event, the caning. i hear the sound of Goddess’ heels as She walks behind me, then the swish of the cane…….It’s a scary sound, but no pain comes just yet. Goddess walks around in front of me, cane in hand. Oh how beautiful She is as She stands there flexing the cane, the smile in Her eyes as She thinks about the pain She is about to inflict.
i hear the click-clack, click-clack as Goddess walks back behind me, then it stops and i know the time is here……Arrrrrrggggghhhhhh……..the first blow lands on my already sensitive ass. It is so painful, very different to the whip. A single whip feels like it is slicing, the dragon tail feels a very hard slap. This is like a combination of the two, and i can almost feel the bruises already. But, this is just the start, the number of strokes and the strength of the blow increases each round until reaching 10. That means over 50 strokes of the cane across my poor ass. By the time it reaches 4 my ass is already on fire, and there is so much more to go. i can almost feel Goddess’ smile as i cry out after each stroke. 5, 6, 7…..i am in agony, my breathing getting heavier as the pain grows more intense, tears welling in my eyes. Swish…….arrrghhhhhhh………swish……….arrggghhhhhh, this is my world now, and i can hear Goddess enjoying it, the blows now so much stronger than the start.
The 8th set over. Just 2 more sets and 19 more very hard strokes to go, my ass already feels like you could fry eggs on it, and it is going to get hotter. 9……….so much pain, i virtually hang in the cock stock, will i every be able to sit down again? The final 10, 10 very hard strokes across my already bruised ass, every stoke is pure agony for me and pleasure for my beautiful Owner.
The caning finally over, i am where i always want to be; kneeling before my wonderful Owner, embracing Her legs and hearing Her say She is happy. my ass may on fire, but this is the happiest moment, to have endured and suffered for my Owner and hear that She is pleased. This is happiness for this slave.
So, this was my first time being caned, but i have a feeling it will not be my last……………
“It is no secret that Goddess Ezada Sinn loves to control Her slave’s orgasms. Being in chastity to Her is a constant combination of tease, denial & frustration, and She loves to see the frustration. Being in chastity to Goddess Ezada does not just involve being locked in a chastity device, it begins with “mental chastity”. No touching unless instructed, your cock is Her property, not yours.
i have many times wondered which is the harder, chastity or mental chastity. It is somewhat of a moot point, as both bring nothing more than frustration. The time before i was locked in chastity was difficult, there was nothing stopping me from masturbation other than the knowledge that this is what Goddess wishes. This is the test of mental chastity, and Goddess’ tasks ensure it is made more difficult. There would be weeks of teasing and edging to Goddess’ clips, getting more and more aroused, but STOP! no cumming allowed. Stopping myself at the edge was so so hard, the temptation to keep going was almost tangible. A release was within reach, i could feel it so close. But i was not given permission to cum, so stop i must. It is impossible to describe the frustration one feels after edging 15 or 20 times and no release at the end. Or, imagine edging 20 times, then you are allowed to cum, but all that happens is a dry orgasm. It certainly amuses Goddess to have Her pets so frustrated. Goddess loves to send Her slaves tasks to edge to Her clips, then stop with no release just utter frustration. Over time, does the frustration lessen? No, not one bit.
It was just over a month into my training when Goddess ordered me to purchase my first chastity device, a nice pink one of course. To compare and contrast with metal chastity is difficult; on one hand you have the temptation of being able to touch, difficult to resist; on the other, the temptation is removed but each erection is painful. However, the first difficulty i had was sleeping with it on. i prefer to sleep on my stomach, but with the chastity on i found this very uncomfortable. i spent quite a bit of time shifting around those first couple of nights to find the right position.
Does being locked in chastity save one from the tease, denial & frustration? Of course not. Goddess sets tasks specifically designed to bring arousal, to bring a painful erection and feel the ring pulling painfully on the balls. Many many times one will be ordered to watch Her clips for a prolonged period, arousal controlled by the device locked around one’s cock. It is oh so frustrating, watching Goddess using Her slaves, perhaps even you, and being unable to touch it. The temptation to touch may be removed, but the frustration is just as great. And Goddess will use the frustration and arousal to train Her slave. Goddess knows an aroused male is a compliant male, knowing Her slave is frustrated Goddess knows they will carry out any task to amuse Her, no matter how painful or humiliating. The arousal can be used to condition a slave, to make him associate arousal and pleasure with the task. For example, an ass training task. Early in my training, locked in chastity, i had to train with bigger and bigger plugs to stretch my ass. While wearing the plugs i had to watch Goddess’ clips, getting more and more aroused in the chastity. Only upon wearing the largest plug for the required time was i allowed a release. Oh, but is there a more effective motivation towards reaching that target than the feeling of utter frustration and arousal, i think not.
Just about a year ago, i was given permission to buy my current chastity device, a small holy trainer in pink. This one fits perfectly, meaning it can be worn all the time. Wherever and whenever, i can feel my Owner’s control over my cock. It belongs to Her now, completely.
When a slave is in chastity to Goddess Ezada, he is occasionally unlocked. This could be to amuse Goddess by edging, or he may be given a release. Goddess knows that chastity training is most effective when a slave is given very rare releases, hope is a great motivator. Will the release be a full, real orgasm?…No! Goddess loves to ruin Her slaves orgasm, to see the hope in their eyes disappear as the orgasm comes without any fulfilment. Of course, She enjoys seeing it in person, to bring the slave to the edge and abandon it, letting everything dribble out in an unfulfilling orgasm. For slaves that can’t serve Her in person, they will be trained to ruin their own orgasm for Her amusement. Imagine being locked up for 2 weeks, or more, and being told you would have a release, only to be told you would have to ruin it. i have had the pleasure of this many times, and oh it is frustrating, but Goddess’ smile makes it worthwhile. Now, imagine being told to bring yourself to 80 ruined orgasms in 5 days. It is exhausting and utterly frustrating, and only the thought of Goddess’ smile keeps you going. i tell you, after such a marathon, chastity seemed like luxury. But, i would do anything for Her beautiful smile.
So, here i sit, writing this story, locked in my pink chastity. i belong to Goddess Ezada Sinn, and i couldn’t be happier.”
When one belongs to Goddess Ezada Sinn one accepts that orgasms, ruined or real, are few and far between. So how does one react when a task from Goddess requires one to cum? Well, imagine visiting your family and receiving the following order “when you will get back home, between Christmas and new year try to achieve 80 ruined orgasms”. This would mean 80 ruined orgasms in 5 days, an average of 16 per day!! A masturbation marathon.
Flabbergasted doesn’t quite cover it, how does one react to such an order? Dear reader, does this sound like an easy task? My immediate thought was, i can’t achieve this. The enormity of the undertaking sounded way out of reach. However, not trying was not an option. It was a task for my Owner, so there is no alternative but to try my very hardest. i would have 3 days to contemplate the task before i must begin, 3 days of trying to devise a “strategy” for achieving Goddess’ task.
The first day begins with me still visiting my family, but all the time only Goddess’ task in my mind. i wouldn’t be home until the evening giving 5-6 hours of “marathon time”. In order to achieve my daily average I would need to manage 3-4 ruined orgasms an hour. First order of business, buy some lube, i feel it will be needed.
Arriving home i think about my mammoth task, how best to achieve 16 orgasms in one evening!! i decide to try hard and fast, with breaks to replenish energy and obviously Goddess’ clips as inspiration. It begins well, watching one of my favourite of Goddess in blue latex training Her sissy to take Her cock. Rubbing furiously i manage 4 ruined orgasms, a quarter of the way to the days target. This might just be achievable, i begin to think. Oh too early, it takes 2 more clips and over half an hour to achieve another 4 ruined orgasms. The last one very very difficult and just a trickle coming out. i am exhausted and empty, a break is needed to replenish energy and hopefully the balls will refill. Just an hour has gone, there are still 72 more to achieve, i begin to realise what a task this really is.
After a 2 hour break to replenish the marathon resumes. Aroused by Goddess’ clips, the first ruined orgasm comes easily, but it is not long before it becomes a struggle again. Each orgasm more difficult than the last, as i masturbate i feel the arousal build and yet the orgasm keeps just out of reach. 10, 11, 12 and 13 are achieved with difficulty, the final one just a dribble. i end the day tired, frustrated and locked in chastity….there are still 67 more ruined orgasms to achieve. The next four days will be hard.
Awaking on the morning of my second day my mind comes back to the task at hand. Back to the marathon before getting ready for work. i switch one of my favourite of Goddess’ facesitting clips and get to the task. i wank and i wank but, despite many false dawns, it is a real struggle. After an hour i have achieved only 2 more ruined orgasms, still 65 more to go!! i lock myself back into chastity and begin wonder how on earth i am going to achieve this as i get ready for work.
Returning home from work i set back to the task. Unlocking the chastity and fetching the lube i switch on one of Goddess’ clips. i begin to rub my cock, gradually bringing it to erection. i tease the head, bringing a deep arousal and getting close to the edge. i increase the speed, wanking harder and harder. It doesn’t take long before i reach another ruined orgasm, a release but no pleasure. The next hour continues in the same vein, aroused by Goddess’ clips i manage to reach 5 ruined orgasms. Tired and in need of food and time for my balls to refill, i take a break. A lot more needed this evening if i am to catch up.
After the break, it is back to the task again. The lube comes out and Goddess’ clips restart, 60 more left and i want 9 more before the day ends. Wank, wank, wank, Goddess’ task is all that exists for me, nothing else matters. 2 clips later, 3 more ruined orgasms. So frustrated, lots of releases but no pleasure for poodle. Another clip, 2 more orgasms, must keep going. i continue rubbing my cock, thinking only of achieving my Goddess’ task, desperate not to fail. The day ends with 14 ruined orgasms, still 53 needed, and a very sensitive cock.
Day 3 begins and i am surprised to find myself waking with an erection in my chastity device. i begin to think about what i have to achieve. 53 more ruined orgasms in 3 days, that’s more than 17 per day. Best get to the task, i have an hour before getting ready for work. i realise “fast and hard” is not going to work. i decide to change strategy to keeping a steady rhythm, it’s a marathon not a sprint. Starting at a slow speed i tease myself to the edge of orgasm. i increase the speed, putting special attention on my so so sensitive cock head. Arousal build until i can feel the orgasm coming, the pressure builds and builds. Just as i feel the orgasm i let go, out spills the cum in a frustrating ruined orgasm. After an hour i have achieved 3 ruined orgasms and several dry orgasms, i feel the pressure of orgasm but nothing comes out and the orgasm slips away.
Getting home i get straight back to it, i can’t get any further behind. The first stretch goes well, i achieve 5 ruined orgasms but my cock is becoming very very sensitive. i begin to feel like the arousal and frustration will drive me mad. It is like constant post orgasmic torture. Goddess demands more and, after a brief break, i keep going achieving another 4 ruined orgasms. my cock is beginning to suffer now, despite using copious amounts of lube the head is being rubbed raw by the constant masturbation. It stings as i apply lube to my cock. After another short break i try for more, but my balls are beginning to feel empty and orgasms are hard to come by. i manage just 2 more before having to end for the day exhausted and empty. i hav e managed 14, I haven’t managed my daily average in any of the days so far. i still have 39 to achieve in 2 days, this is beginning to feel impossible.
i awake and it is beginning to feel like Groundhog Day. Wank, work, wank, sleep, wank, work, wank sleep. After greeting my Owner i get back to my task. my cock is sensitive and sore, but i have to keep going. This is a big day, i need a lot of ruined orgasms if i am to make it. i have to pace myself, otherwise i fear i will break my cock. i stroke and tease myself to an erection, stroking the sensitive head of cock. It doesn’t take long to reach the edge of orgasm, a little more and i pull my hand away ruining my own orgasm yet again. Oh how frustrating to be allowed to stroke oneself but never the sweet pleasure of a real orgasm. i manage 5 frustrating and slightly painful ruined orgasms before getting ready for work.
An early finish from work, thank Goddess, more time for my task. It is the only thing on my mind, i am like a mindless wanking robot. Wank, wank, wank, it is all that exists for me. i put on more of Goddess’ clips and begin my work, “just” 34 more needed before the end of tomorrow. my cock doesn’t seem to want to play but i tease it to yet another erection, surprised that it is still able to react. Stroke, stroke, stroke, rub, rub, rub. After 45 minutes i’ve managed 3 orgasms, another 30 minutes another 2. 29 left but each one seems like a trial and my cock hurts, i tell this to Goddess’. “I love it” She replies. Over the next few hours i stroke my cock to orgasm after orgasm, desperate to make some ground up. Time after time i bring my cock to erection, each one a surprise. By the time i need to eat i have the target down to 20, a few more today and i might just make it.
The evening is difficult, my cock doesn’t want to respond and every one feels like a trial. Time and time again i feel the orgasm building, only for it to slip away before i achieve orgasm. my cock head is red and sore, my arm is getting tired. This is a true test of endurance, i wonder if a marathon may be easier. Nevertheless i persevere, inspired by the beautiful Goddess who owns me. After several hours i have struggled to 4 more, an exhausting day. “Just” 16 more left to achieve tomorrow, but i feel empty. Hopefully a good night’s sleep will replenish me and my balls.
i awake to the thought of more wanking, i’ve had my fill of wanking but i’ve a task to do. 16 to achieve today and no work, i can pace myself and i hope this will be enough. i’ve awoken with an erection and hope this is a good sign, but i soon find this is a false dawn. i stroke and stroke and feel the orgasm build, but it slips away. i keep stroking and teasing the head of my cock. Eventually i feel the orgasm and release, ruining the orgasm and frustrating myself. It was hard, but one more closer to the total. After a very difficult hour i am 4 closer to completion, just 12 more, i am determined now to get there.
After a break i resume the marathon, just 12 more i tell myself, it still sounds like a lot. i play some clips of Goddess using me for Her pleasure and get back to frustrating myself. Stroking myself, each erection, each edge feels like a struggle. Several times i come close to orgasm and it slips frustratingly away, when it does come i frustrate myself with a ruined orgasm. Already 68 frustrated ruined orgasms and i have to do more. i push myself to 4 more before needing to have another break, by the end there is very little coming out. It is an orgasm, but only just. After so many orgasms and so much masturbation i am exhausted.
Back to the marathon, 8 left to go, very close now. Despite everything i try and Goddess’ arousing clips there is nothing. i stroke and i stroke, rub and rub, time and time again i feel deep frustrating arousal with no release at the end. It is pure post orgasmic torture, the skin and the head of my cock are very tender and sore and i’ve achieved nothing towards the total. i take a break for a few hours in an attempt to replenish.
Returning to my task i play a clip of Goddess teasing and torturing poodle to 4 ruined orgasms, it seems quite fitting for today. Rub, rub, stroke, stroke, i tease myself to 2 more orgasms. my cock is blistered on the head near the frenum. Just 6 more, nearly there, i can almost taste it. i push myself to 2 more frustrating releases despite the stinging in my cock. Empty again, i need a break if i am to complete. By now i am feeling like i have had my fill of masturbating, chastity seems like a wonderful dream.
After 2 hours i return to my task, 5pm and just 4 more to achieve before the day ends. i’m exhausted and everything hurts, but inspired by Goddess in latex i reach 2 more frustrating ruined orgasms. The second one feels like a struggle and i don’t know if there is anything left in me but i’m so close. Stroke, stroke, stroke; rub, rub, rub, it takes over half an hour to reach the next one. So many false dawns, so many times i feel like i am going to cum but nothing happens, but eventually i have only 1 left.
Just 1, sounds easy now, but oh no. After 79 releases in 5 days, poodle’s cock really doesn’t want to play anymore. i rub and rub and rub, tease, tease and tease. It hurts, my cock is sore and red. Eventually, inspired by Goddess using “horsie” on my ass, i cum. It is a tiny frustrating ruined orgasm, but it is an orgasm. i collapse, exhausted after my trial, but i’m there.
Goddess is please, i am tired and i fear my cock may never work again, but Goddess is pleased and that is all that matters. i happily lock my cock back in chastity, oh it feels so sweet now.
It is a cold morning in November as i walk down the street, but my spirits are high. Why? i am on the start of my journey to visit my Owner Goddess Ezada Sinn in Bucharest. So so excited, 5 whole days under Goddess’ total control. i exist to please my Owner, doing so in person is so special.
After a lengthy journey i arrive at the apartment where we will be staying, i greet my Owner with a kiss of Her boots. i am in heaven, happy to be back under Goddess boots. Goddess commands me in to collaring position and the metal collar is placed and locked around my neck. This is the first time the collar has been placed by Goddess’ hand, it feels so much better, a seal of Goddess’ Ownership of this poodle. The collar will remain around my neck for the majority of my visit, only removed if Goddess should will it to be so. In truth, i loved wearing it in public, it felt perfect to have such a symbol around my neck.
For the five days of my visit i would be sleeping in the same room as my Owner, not in Her bed of course, but on the floor next to it. What a wonderful feeling, to wake up with Goddess on the bed above me smiling down.
As usual i have brought Goddess gifts for the honour of serving Her, i think i may have been as excited as She was as She opened them. One of the gifts is a beautiful 8 foot long bullwhip from a mutual friend, Goddess looks so happy as she unfurls it. Too big to be used in the apartment, i do not feel the sting on this visit but i am sure i will in the future. Another of the gifts gets immediate use, a leather arm binder. Goddess commands me to put my arms behind and fastens up the device. Helpless, there is no other description, with my hands tightly bound i am totally defenceless to whatever Goddess wants to do. Very quickly, my nipples discover what Goddess wishes to do as they are squeezed and twisted. Goddess loves torturing Her slave’s nipples, seeing the pain in Her slave’s face. my nipples are in agony, but i am also aroused, the chastity becoming tighter and tighter around Goddess’ (my) cock.
It is morning, W/we have had breakfast. Goddess takes hold of my collar and pulls me into the bedroom. Lay on the bed Goddess commands, She wishes to have fun with Her property. Soon i find myself unable to see or breathe and with my nipples on fire. i am in heaven and hell, heaven is being under Goddess divine ass as She take a seat on my face. i love to be used as Her seat, sniffing Her divine ass. Goddess’ ass is so perfect. Hell is the pain from nipples (maybe a little bit of heaven there too), Goddess has decided to torture my nipples for Her amusement while She uses my face for Her pleasure. Laying there in pain, trying to cope without oxygen certainly makes one understand one’s place. i exist only for my Owner’s amusement.
Visiting Goddess is to be of use in any way She wishes, and soon i am to be filmed while being used for Goddess’s amusement. As we arrange Goddess’ arsenal of toys on the table, my eyes are drawn to one particular item, Goddess’ horse cock, i have already been told i will be feeling it. Seeing it up close is daunting, it is a huge cock. As i stand naked apart from my chastity cage i can hear Goddess preparing in the bedroom, there is the unmistakable sound of latex. So so excited. Goddess looks stunning in anything, but latex really shows off Her amazing body.
Goddess steps out of the bedroom and i am stunned, the latex catsuit simply clings to every curve of Her beautiful body. At this point i cannot comprehend how i could be lucky enough to serve such a beautiful Woman. Time for me to be used for Goddess’ amusement, i am commanded to put my hands behind my back and the monoglove is put on. my hands are now useless, i am helpless to whatever Goddess wishes to do.
Goddess wishes to be worshipped, kneeling before Her with my hands useless. Only my tongue is of any use. Looking up at my Owner i am filled with desire. The command comes to kiss Goddess’ beautiful latex clad ass, oh my how i love this. i love Goddess beautiful round ass so much. i kiss and kiss all over. “Lick” comes the command, “i want to feel a strong tongue”. i lick this wonderful ass with as much passion as i can and as hard as i can. “Lick My spit” Goddess commands, i seek out the spit with my tongue and greedily lick up Her divine spit. i am in heaven, this is where i belong, under Goddess control worshipping Her divinity. i lick and lick until Goddess is satisfied. It is time to move on to something else. Something which will be more challenging.
Ballbusting….Goddess enjoys destroy men’s balls for Her pleasure, seeing the agony in their eyes as Her foot connects with the soft squishy things between their legs. i have never suffered a ballbusting before, i am very nervous. my chastity is removed and Goddess begins by teasing my cock, making it hard, bringing me to the edge but not allowing a release. Goddess grabs a hold of collar and holds me in place while She knees my balls. The first couple don’t connect fully, but then…..BAM….that one did. Oh my Goddess….the agony, it hurt like hell, i feel the breath slip from me. It has only just, begun, it will get much harder. Goddess lets go and i am commanded to give Her more space. Goddess needs room to really kick my balls. Kick, kick kick……..ahhhhhhhhh……the third kick connects very well with my balls. Absolute agony, i double over in pain, struggling for breath. It feels like when i have been hit in the balls by a football, but it doesn’t stop. “Turn around” i am commanded, Goddess wishes to kick from behind. Oh but this is very painful, will my balls ever work again? Kick, kick, kick…..ahhhhhhhh…….that one really really connected, i bend over struggling for breath. Goddess grabs hold of me and pulls me up, She has a huge smile on Her face. my agony has pleased my Owner. But my ordeal is not over just yet. Time for some tease and denial and more torture.
Goddess grabs the nipple clamps and pushes me on to the sofa, my hand beneath me and Goddess astride me, there is no escape. Holding the clamp, Goddess commands me to stick out my tongue. This surprises me, but the next action surprises me even more, the clamp is placed on my tongue. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH……..so so painful, almost as bad as the ballbusting. Goddess rubs against Her (my) cock, teasing me with Her latex clad body, i am so so aroused, but no relief comes. Driven to edge time and time again. Goddess controls this cock, only She will decide when it is allowed a release. The teasing continues, the clamps are alternated between my nipples and my tongue. i am a heaven and hell of pain, arousal and frustration. Eventually, after much teasing, Goddess decides to give me a release. But, no pleasure for me, it is of course a ruined orgasm. i cum, but it is pure frustration. Not enough, Goddess wants more, the teasing continues again and again. Edge, edge, edge, then another ruined orgasm. In the end, 3 ruined orgasms, no pleasure only pain and frustration for this poodle. Goddess is smiling, She has really enjoyed torturing Her poodle.
Is my ordeal over? No, not just, yet. It is time for poodle to become acquainted with “Horsie”, Goddess’ huge horse cock, you can read about that here. Kneeling in from of Goddess, dressed in latex wearing that huge strap-on is a very intimidating and humbling experience. After taking that, there is no doubt that i am Goddess’ bitch, this is my place. my ass was very very stretched, i think it may still be wide open.
Serving Goddess does not consist of 24/7 whips, chains, teasing and torture. Goddess also needs to be pampered. At the end of each evening Goddess likes Her feet to be massaged. This is such an honour and an intimate ritual, it is a great privilege to serve Her in this way. i am not a foot fetishist, but i love Her beautiful feet, every part of Goddess deserves to be worshipped. The final act of the evening, to give Goddess’ foot a kiss before going to sleep. Below Goddess kissing Her foot as She looks down up on me, it makes me feel a deep submission and love for Her.
Goddess loves to have a relaxing bath at the end of a busy day. The slave’s task is to prepare the bath for Her. i do this each evening, enjoying knowing Goddess is able to relax. Goddess surprises me when one day She tells me I will be bathing with Her. Shock doesn’t quite capture what i was feeling, so so excited. i never ever expected this. No no no…..of course Goddess was not naked, i am not worthy of such an honour. Goddess wears Her bathing suit, i, just my chastity. It is not long before Goddess decides She will have some fun at the expense of Her poodle. Soon I find myself pushed down by my Owner, my head just above the water, looking up in utter submission as She easily pins me down. Now for the real fun, Goddess begins to tease Her (my) cock. Of course the chastity remains on as Goddess teases and rubs Her body against Her locked cock. So so aroused, soon i am sporting an enormous erection, the chastity pointing out from my body. Utter utter frustration and a huge smile from my Owner. Goddess truly loves seeing Her slaves frustrated. The following day i am also allowed a bath, this time in Goddess’ used water. “There’s a little of me in there” Goddess states, i will leave the meaning of this to the reader’s imagination.
Bucharest is a beautiful city and visiting with such a beautiful companion as Goddess Ezada Sinn was an utter delight. Goddess is such charming company, visiting the various sites was wonderful. As we walk around town, the collar remains around my neck. It remains in plain sight for anyone to see and know i am Owned. Was i worried? Not at all but it is of no consequence, i had no choice and just had to accept it. On one day we visited a beautiful church, Saint George New Church, which was founded by Constantin Brâncoveanu. It is a really beautiful church, but one thing stands out. On the entrance to the church there is a painting on each side of the door, to the left was heaven and to the right was hell. i must admit to finding my eyes drawn to the right. The scene reminds me of so many things i have experienced since beginning my service to Goddess Ezada Sinn.
When serving Goddess, one must be careful as punishments can easily be earned. Over the 5 days of my visit i manage to earn 40 whiplashes. It is on my last day that the punishments will be given out. As I stand before my Owner, She looks amazing in Her red leather outfit, i am made to recall the reasons for my punishment. i recite the first 3; for walking in front of Her, for laughing inappropriately and for failing to fill Goddess’ glass in the restaurant. i cannot remember the final one, this is not good. Goddess informs me that i will be given the first 30 lashes and if i cannot remember i will be whipped until i remember. Oh did i do some thinking. Goddess shows me the whip She will be using, a cat of nine tails, a gift from Her slave sit. It looked a lot less formidable than it felt (i would later find out from sit that it was loaded with shot). The punishment begins on my nipples, as the lashes land i am in absolute agony. Each lash felt like multiple lashes across my sensitive nipples. i thought long and hard under that whip, desperate to remember my error. That whip certainly helps to inspire ones memory.
At the end of the 30 lashes Goddess asks me if i can remember, thankfully i can and i recall the embarrassing incident to my Owner. The final 10 lashes would be for farting while i was massaging Her feet. i am mortified as i recall the embarrassing incident, maybe my introduction to “Horsie” has left me with little control of my ass. Ten more punishment lashes land, oh my Goddess do they hurt. At the end i find my ordeal is not over, more lashes just for Goddess enjoyment, my back and ass have not taken anything. Whack, whack, whack, the lashes continue to rain down, Goddess loving every minute and Her poodle being reduced to tears. Finally it is over, Goddess is pleased and i am allowed to embrace Her holding on tightly, hugging the legs of my beloved Owner.
The next morning Goddess removes my collar, my time serving in person is at an end, but not my service to Her. i am Her property. i worship You Goddess Ezada Sinn, i belong to You.
For a year i have been training my ass, putting in bigger and bigger plugs. Stretching it for my Owner Goddess Ezada Sinn. Anyone who has seen Her clip store will know Goddess has some huge strap-ons in Her toy box. As Her bitch i must be able to accommodate anything She wants to insert. As i sit writing the command from Goddess comes “3 more pumps”, so the pink inflatable plug is pumped 3 more times. But this story is about yesterday’s events and my first meeting with “Horsie”.
Here i kneel in front of Goddess Ezada Sinn. She looks amazing in Her latex catsuit, but there is something else eye catching. “Horsie”, Goddess’ huge horse cock strap-on. It looks intimidating in picture, but just think how it must look when it is right in front of your face!! Holding it in my hands, i feel the heavy weight of this huge cock. No matter how much training i am not sure this will fit.
Soon i am bent over awaiting the inevitable, what am I feeling? Is it fear? Is it excitement? i would characterise it as intimidated, coupled with excitement. i knew this day would come so fear has long been vanquished, some nervousness when faced with such a monster is to be expected. However, Goddess’ obvious excitement at using “Horsie” on me for the first time is contagious.
Goddess places the giant cock on my back, it feels huge, like it is longer than i am tall. i feel the head against my ass, oh my, no escape now. Stretching, stretching and it’s in. No pain but full like never before. It will only get fuller, as Goddess pushes the cock deeper and it gets wider and wider. i wonder, will my ass ever recover? i’ve never felt anything so deep inside of me before. Never mind that now, more abuse for my hole to take yet. As Goddess thrusts back and forth the feeling of pressure is immense, but it begins to feel enjoyable.
Goddess continues fucking Her bitch hard then suddenly, pop, it is out. The feeling when Goddess pulled the cock out is almost indescribable, and rather arousing. It was like a suction, as if my insides were a vacuum. Which they most probably were, as the huge cock must have forced all the air out from inside me. i feel empty, but it doesn’t last long before i feel the invader knocking again at the door to my ass. Stretch, stretch, stretch, i am beginning to believe that my ass will never recover. But, i am definitely enjoying being thoroughly used as Goddess’ bitch. The pounding continues and continues until Goddess is satisfied then, pop, it’s out again. Thoroughly used and loved every second, so much so that i realise i have been dripping.
i look at Goddess, in Her latex outfit and the monster She has just abused my hole with, i am even more in awe of Her than ever before. So ends my first meeting with “Horsie”, i am quite sure it will not be my last. And, in the back of my mind, i wonder…..what else could possibly await?……..
Why do males have nipples? They serve no purpose, or so i used to think. Not so now, Goddess Ezada has taught me the purpose of a males nipples. They exist for entertainment, Goddess’ entertainment of course. Entertainment which comes from torture and pain.
Goddess Ezada thoroughly enjoys torturing Her slave’s nipples, something which i discovered on our first meeting. i also learned that my nipples were too small for Goddess’ liking. Goddess’ slaves must have full, pert nipples, much better for teasing and torturing. How does one make one’s nipples bigger, regular training and torturing of course. So begins my daily routine of nipple training. i must train them at least twice a day, torturing and stretching them for the Goddess who owns me.
The nipples are a very sensitive part of the anatomy, to both pleasure and pain. At Goddess’ hands one will writhe in agony or frustrated arousal. When Goddess teases my nipples i become very aroused, usually while i am locked in a chastity cage. Suddenly Goddess will change to twisting, pinching and squeezing my nipples, making me writhe in pain. All done with a smile on Her beautiful face. This is what i must train myself for, to make this more enjoyable for Goddess.
my training starts with instructions to tease, twist and squeeze my nipples whenever i am on my own. This tends to arouse, but after a while i do notice my nipples looking bigger. This is just the start however, and it is no too long before my training is moved up a level.
Level 2 is the use of clothes pegs upon my nipples. Pegs make very good makeshift nipple clamps, they are designed for the express purpose of gripping. i do wonder if the inventor ever considered such a use for the design, perhaps that was the intention all along and others misinterpreted.
If you have never tried clamps or pegs on your nipples and wonder how it feels i will do my best to do the experience justice. Firstly, let me state the obvious, it hurts….a lot. However, you may find that pain can also come with arousal. The initial pain when one applies the pegs can be very intense. As the peg closes on the nipple it compresses it forcing the blood out of the area and creating the aforementioned pain. This does fade after a period, but beware, it returns with a vengeance when the clamps are removed and the blood rushes back in. Goddess loves to watch Her slave as She removes and re-applies nipple clamps, your pain will be readily visible as you grimace, gasp and writhe. Nipple clamps and chastity can create a torturous combination. There is pain from your nipples, but the sensations also bring arousal, this arousal will cause more pain from the chastity. In this state you will truly understand who controls you.
The next level of nipple training is to add weights to the pegs. Goddess wants bigger nipples, what better way than to stretch them. The weights pull on the nipples creating a new painful sensation. Wearing them as one moves is difficult, any movement causes the weights to move pulling and stretching your nipples more. Believe me, you will feel it, it will hurt. Despite this, i welcome the pain i cause myself in service to Goddess Ezada. After the pegs with weights come some alligator clamps. These also come with a chain attaching them, much easier for attaching weights (how fortunate). The sensations caused by these are very similar to the pegs, but the pressure is adjustable to make the sensations more intense.
Every morning the day is started with the attaching of the nipple clamps. Believe me, this works far better than coffee at waking one up in the morning. The clamps are removed and re-applied regularly to ensure maximum pain is endured. i usually endure an hour of training in the morning before starting my day. The day will end in a very similar vein.
Is it possible to become addicted to nipple training? If so, i think i may be. Whenever i am on my own i feel almost naked without the clamps and feel the need to apply them and welcome the pain. i believe i have become conditioned to identify the pain with the connection to the Goddess who owns me.
So, here i am 6 months after my first meeting with Goddess Ezada Sinn. i definitely have fuller perkier nipples. Soon i will be meeting Goddess again, i look forward to seeing if She enjoys torturing them more. i welcome the pain if it will bring Goddess a smile.
Bananas, they are just a fruit aren’t they? That’s what i once thought, but like so many things, my perception of bananas has changed significantly since joining Goddess Ezada’s training.
Bananas form an important part of my training, i must use them daily and always have bananas in my home. What must i do, you ask…..anyone who has watched this clip www.EzadaSinn.com/9383317 will know. Goddess uses them to train me in cock sucking, i have to practice deep throating them. It is important that i am ready for Goddess’ cock when i am allowed to meet Her. In my second skype session with Goddess, i had to show Her how i was progressing. This was early in my training, and i was not so good. One must be able to take the banana deep without leaving teeth marks. i took it as deep as possible, but the gagging effect caused me to bite. More training was needed, there would be plenty since i was to practice every day. Every day i would lick the tip, kiss up and down the length of the banana before taking it as deep as I could. Deepthroating it is not easy, the gag reflex is strong, but i keep training and do my best to please Goddess. i would send Goddess pictures and videos of my training, often putting on lipstick so Goddess can see how deep I have managed to take the banana.
After much practice, i am able to take a full banana in my mouth. i still gag, but i am able to control it and leave the banana unmarked. At the FemDom Retreat, Goddess uses this to humiliate me in front of all the Mistress’ at dinner. Goddess has me explain how i train with bananas and how i can take a full banana in my mouth. i am utterly humiliated and Goddess revels in it, seeing Goddess happy makes the humiliation easier to cope with. Any slave of Goddess Ezada must accept that humiliation will be a part of his life. In the evening Mistress Ava gets a banana for me to demonstrate, my humiliation is deepened, but i manage to take the whole thing and Goddess is pleased. This is the reality of life under Goddess’ control, one exists for Her pleasure and must put aside any personal discomfort.
It goes deeper than that though, Goddess has so ingrained bananas into a part of my sex life that i find myself unable to see them without getting a little embarrassed at my thoughts. Just this morning i was in the supermarket, bananas were on my shopping list of course. Browsing the bananas, i search for the biggest and greenest i can find. i find myself becoming excited, the bigger the bananas the more excited i become. i know the Woman next to me knows nothing, but i find myself becoming embarrassed. i’m sure i must have been blushing.
The size and ripeness of the bananas is extremely important, green bananas are much better. An overripe banana is no good, it is far too soft. Why does this matter? Well, sucking and deepthroating isn’t all that i may have to do. In my skype session with Goddess i was ordered to peel a banana and insert it. The banana was a little overripe, and so this became very messy. Let me tell you, sitting there with banana dribbling out of you is very humiliating. From that time on i would always try to find the greenest bananas i could, i never know what i will be ordered to do.
Ripeness is even more important when they are used for my ass fucking training.
Those who follow me on twitter may have seen this image of Goddess’s poodle using bananas while watching Her clips. This task had multiple purposes. 1. it was very humiliating. 2. To strengthen the association between bananas and sex which Goddess had developed. 3. To train me to associate having things inserted in my ass with pleasure.
So here i am today, someone who used to enjoy eating bananas but now, due to Goddess Ezada’s training, unable to look at a banana without thinking about where it could be inserted.
I strongly believe in training My servants to use household objects or or other things that can be found in any house. Not only because it is easy for them (they don’t have to buy sometimes expensive S&M toys, they don’t have to hide them in case they need to be very discreet) but also because I know that in time, every time they will see/use the respective objects in their everyday activities, it will be a reminder of their training.
“Addiction and withdrawal, the two go hand in hand to enslave the victim. You see, i have a problem; but there are no support groups, no GEA (Goddess Ezada Anonymous). i am addicted to Goddess Ezada Sinn.
i feel my cravings intensely, as much as the need to breath. i crave Goddess’ presence, to hear Her voice, the warmth of Her smile. Watching Her clips helps, but it is not like the real thing. Like any aid to quitting an addiction, the relief is temporary. To quit entirely needs the desire to quit, i have no desire to quit my addiction. It has taken just 6 days in Her presence to make me hopelessly addicted. Goddess knows full well the effect She has, Goddess always knows. i remember Goddess telling me on O/our first meeting that She tends to create addiction. How true those words were.
So beware, dear reader, enter Goddess’ realm with caution. Once you enter you will never leave. You will enslave yourself.
As evening begins on the final evening of FemDom Retreat, everyone gathers in the lounge. It is the slaves’ duty to entertain the Mistresses, and this evening the Mistresses have something special planned.
The first event sounds innocent enough, a game of Twister. How could that be anything other than innocent???? Well, for a start this will be naked slave Twister. Each Mistress is allocated one slave to direct. Lady Yna will be directing my movements. The game starts off relatively normal (all things considered) with directions to left hand red, right foot green etc. However, the Mistresses gradually introduce new twists on the game. Instructions are given which involve appendages going into all sorts of different places, soon i find myself feeling very uncomfortable. my comfort is irrelevant, the Mistresses pleasure is all that matters. Goddess asks me if i am enjoying myself, “not really” i reply shyly. Again this does not matter, i have no choice but to carry on for Their amusement. It is by doing something one doesn’t enjoy that one can prove one’s devotion to one’s Owner.
Soon i find myself with another first, i am directed to grab another slaves balls. The first time i have ever touched another males genitalia, i find this highly embarrassing and humiliating, Goddess and Lady Yna find it most amusing. As the game goes on, there are feet in mouths, feet on cocks, hands on cocks. Eventually it is like a pile of slaves. Despite my total discomfort, the Mistresses amusement is contagious and i cannot help but find myself beginning to enjoy the whole thing. Ultimately i begin to find enjoyment in the fact that Goddess and Her Friends are enjoying the whole event.
The game of Twister ends, but the entertainment does not. The next event is for me to do a solo dance, since i like to wag my tail for Goddess, i am to dance to “wiggle wiggle”. i am no showman, but here i am with no choice but to humiliate myself. i do my best, dance around and shake my ass for everyone’s amusement. All the while i find myself wishing i had but an ounce of sit’s dance ability and creativity. Despite my poor efforts, Goddess seems to be enjoying it, and as a result i begin to enjoy humiliating myself. The more i serve Goddess Ezada the more i find that my enjoyment is based upon Her enjoyment. If Goddess is happy, i am happy; if Goddess is not, i am not. It is a simple equation, one can understand it intellectually, but understanding it emotionally is very different.
The entertainment is not yet finished, there is to be a dance off. The Mistresses are in two groups, each group select a playlist and have four slaves. The slaves are put into opposing pairs who have to face off against each other. i am first and give it my best, by now i am feeling a bit more relaxed and break out the sluttiest moves i can. i wiggle my slutty ass, shake my inflated boobs and blow kisses to Goddess. In truth, i had no idea what i was doing, i was just improvising as i went along and trying things is thought would amuse. The Mistresses seem to be amused, however, Mistress Ava’s pet opposing me does much better than i. The game continues, some slaves more comfortable than others and the Mistresses very much enjoying watching us humiliate ourselves for Their entertainment. i must admit i cannot now recall who was declared the winner, but the true winners were the Ladies.
After the entertainment is over Goddess retires to Her room to have a relaxing bath before bed. sit and i stay downstairs to assist with preparation and serving the other Ladies Their evening meal. It may seem the most mundane part of the weekend, but i truly enjoyed serving at meal times. Goddess has instructed me that she will send a message when sit and i are to go up to kiss Her feet goodnight. Not wanting to be one second late for this honour, i ensure i have my phone with me at all times while serving. Oh how hard it was not to be distracted by the wait. Eventually the message comes through, Goddess had enjoyed a long relaxing bath. sit and i go up to Goddess’ room and, with a tinge of sadness that it is our last evening, kiss Goddess’ feet and wish Her noapte buna. we venture back downstairs and begin organising things for the morning. It is with a little sadness that i go to sleep this evening as i reflect on the fact that i will be departing from Goddess in the morning. It is never easy to leave Goddess, whether it be for minutes, hours, days or months. At the same time i am also reflecting on what has been an amazing weekend. i go to sleep dreaming of my Owner as is the usual case, but my dreams are of much more recent events.
The next morning i kiss Goddess’ feet good morning for the final time, oh how i am missing that. The morning is quite busy, there is breakfast to be served and packing to be done. sit and i begin packing Goddess’ bags, but then sergiu suggests i go down to serve Goddess at breakfast. i treasure this final opportunity and, never did thank sergiu, i will rectify this now. Thank you sergiu.
The packing all done and breakfast over with, Goddess leads me back up to Her room. i kneel before Goddess as She removes my collar and tells me that though the collar is removed Her Ownership of me continues. It is a moment of mixed emotions, so intimate in many ways, but mixed with the sadness of leaving Goddess’ presence. Goddess beckons me to hug Her, a moment to truly treasure, to feel Goddess touch is nothing short of magical.
With the car packed i am given a lift to the train station, thanks to sit asking for me, i didn’t think Goddess would mind but did not want to be a burden. With sadness i kiss Goddess’ hand and wish Her goodbye, before wishing my new friends sergiu and sit goodbye. i walk to the waiting room to await the train and begin my long journey home.
So here i am, yet again a long journey ahead and plenty of time for thought. Emotionally i am feeling all over the place, still ecstatic at the wonderful weekend, but still not fully comprehending my emotions. Already i miss Goddess’ wonderful presence, Her aura. i spend the time constantly thinking back over the events of the weekend, amazed at the things that i have done and the ways Goddess has used me. i begin to make notes for writing the story of the weekend, but i struggle to focus, so much in flux are my thoughts. What surprises me is the one event which comes to my mind more than any other, the moment when Goddess marked me with Her champagne.
Eventually i arrive home, no longer serving Goddess in person, but still in Her service and never feeling more Owned. i worship Goddess Ezada Sinn, i belong to Her. With every step i take into submission, these words burn more brightly in my mind.
To end the story; Goddess, thank You for allowing me the honour of serving You, it was an amazing experience and meant more to me than i can find words for. i live to serve
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