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27 12 2017

A walk in the park by ES795414c

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Story based on real facts written by ES795414c

Being an owned and collared slave of Goddess Ezada Sinn is never easy. She is extremely demanding, as of course is Her absolute right as my Owner, and Her demands can change at any moment according to Her whim. Nevertheless, She has laid down some standard rules of protocol regulating the daily interactions between Herself and Her male slaves, by which they can to some extent hope to please Her with their obedience. These rules are strictly enforced and infractions always punished as part of Her methodology of re-programming the slave’s mind to total deference and submission to Her.

Yet sometimes, when Her mood is good or when a particular slave has pleased Her with his obedience or service, She can be very gentle and kind, which can deceive a slave into imagining that he has a higher status in Her life than just that of an object.

So it was yesterday when She decided that W/we would take advantage of the very pleasant winter weather to take a walk in a nearby park. She linked Her arm in mine and we walked together slowly along the side of a lake, mingling among the other couples and families who were also out for a stroll. i must admit that i was so proud to be walking in public with this divinely beautiful Woman on my arm, looking a million dollars in Her fur coat and leather boots, and proud to see how She so easily caught the eye of other men. In these circumstances, although i can never forget that i am Her slave — the weight of my steel collar and my chastity device are enough to ensure that is not possible — it was easy for me to overlook some of the smaller matters of slave/Mistress protocol as i walked proudly at Her side.

At one point i forgot, as W/we descended a short flight of stairs, to crouch deferentially in accordance with slave protocol such that my head was always below Hers. Of course, She instantly notices these offences and in the past would have turned sharply to me, fixed me with Her intimidating eyes, and said “20 whiplashes”, or whatever Her whim in that moment deemed an appropriate punishment.

However, on Her orders, i have recently acquired a remote shock collar, which She, before we left the apartment, had locked around my balls behind my chastity device. This was to be its first field trial. She had been in such a kind and relaxed mood as we walked together, chatting easily about whatever everyday topic came to Her head, that i had forgotten that i was still wearing this device. Still less had i been aware that as W/we walked together the remote control for the shock collar was in Her pocket, ready for use at every moment. As we descended the stairs the jolt to my balls was immediate and very intense. i bent double in shock as the searing pain passed through me. i knew immediately what offence i had committed and muttered humbly an apology for my forgetfulness. She smiled knowingly down at me and caught me with Her now angry eyes. “50 whiplashes, slave. I expect much better from You”.

i bowed my head deferentially in humble acceptance of the inevitable later punishment : “Yes, my Goddess. Thank You, my Goddess”.

O/our walk continued, now with me in a chastened state, careful to avoid a second breach of Mistress/slave protocol, my eyes constantly flickering nervously to Her right hand whenever it moved towards Her coat pocket.

Her mood was also now changed, and She amused Herself with delivering mild shocks to Her property at random moments, reminding me of my place. The automatic reaction from me each time was to thank Her and to recite the Mantra, in the hope of pleasing Her again with my submission.

As W/we walked over a small bridge, the path ahead of U/us opened up into a long straight formal garden area, over which the bridge gave a commanding view.

Goddess Ezada stopped walking, and i turned to Her to understand why, only to see in Her eyes and face the sort of expression which in more private circumstances would have brought me instantly to my knees before Her. “My slave, you say this device has a range of 1 kilometer? I will test it here.”

She ordered me to walk ahead along the formal pathway, bordered by ornamental brick columns, to the furthest column and then return briskly to Her prominent position on the bridge. Since i would be walking amongst the many other couples and groups of people enjoying the afternoon sun, in order to see me and to know that the device was working, She ordered me to raise my right hand high whenever i felt a shock. “Go!”, She commanded, and off i walked, bracing myself for the shocks that i knew would come, praying silently to Her to keep them only at the low intensity needed to test the range of the collar. i reasoned that if i walked quickly, there would be time for fewer shocks. But it is never advisable for a slave of Goddess Ezada Sinn to try to second-guess Her in his own interest. For a hundred or so meters no shocks came. Then, just as i reached a large group of strollers walking in the opposite direction, came the first searing flash of pain, at almost maximum intensity. i almost fell from the power of the shock, but managed to raise my right arm to signal to Her. i turned my head to look back to Her, and even at that distance could clearly see Her laughing with satisfaction at the power She had over me. i walked briskly on, of course now in terror of the next shock, a fear made so much worse by the not knowing when it would come.

As i approached the next group of people walking towards me, the next burst came. This time mercifully of lower intensity, but the effect of surprise anyway provoked the same instant, obedient reaction. My arm again shot up in acknowledgement of the pain. A pattern was of course developing. It amused Goddess Ezada to humiliate me to maximum effect by zapping me at precisely the moment when i was passing other people. And so it continued. The shocks came frequently, but at maximum intensity only as i was passing other people. i have no idea what they thought. Perhaps that i had some extreme manifestation of a nervous twitch. Perhaps that i had neo-Nazi sympathies! i was deeply embarrassed and humiliated, but had no time to dwell on those feelings as the next shock would come often only seconds later.

my Owner was zapping me now so often and so powerfully for Her own amusement, far beyond what was required to prove the range of the device. Humbly, and devotedly, i began at least to take some compensating satisfaction in the fact that my pain and humiliation was bringing pleasure to Her, which ultimately is the only way in which Her slaves can hope to satisfy Her. As the shocks continued to come, i silently thanked Her each time for the pain She inflicted, and began to recite the Mantra under my breath (and several times out loud) whenever Her finger on the button delivered its next stinging stimulus.

As i approached the farthest point of the path She had ordered me to follow, the shocks started to come in more frequent, rapid-fire bursts. my hand was at times shooting up and down like a piston, with scarcely half a second between the pulses. i assumed that She was summoning me back to Her, so i quickened the pace of the return walk. But the faster i walked the more and more frequently my Goddess zapped me. She later told me that the reason She began the quick-fire multiple pulses was that i was almost out of Her sight and She could not easily see my arm moving up and down. But as i came back into Her view, the rapid raising and lowering of my arm that She could cause at the press of a button amused Her so much that She continued to do it.

She was laughing out loud as i reached the bridge again and fell exhausted at Her feet, utterly broken and humiliated.

This was a walk in the park which was not exactly a “walk in the park”.

03 03 2015

The punishment – part 1 – Poor medor

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Total darkness … Unable to get up, I have to stay on my knees, and they ache horribly. And I cannot rest my back on the walls, because they are fit out with sharp spikes.

My back hurts, and I await Her return: I hope and fear her return… for so long.

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***

For all participants, Mistresses and submissives, Mistress EZADA’s Summer Camp is an exciting and wonderful memory. In my case, it was a nightmare!

From the first day, September 20th if memory serves, Mistress decided that I had to stay in the villa, while everyone else would go to swim, visit a castle, and go to a small tourist town located by the sea in Algarve, in southern Portugal.

As for me, I had to complete an English translation that my Mistress had waited several months…

The same night, as we served the dinner of our three Mistresses, I was still very disappointed and vexed at having been forsaken all day long, and I could not stand a mockery: they all made fun of me, saying that my way of serving wine, holding the foot of the glass, was strange and ridiculous, and was not hygienic.

Very stupidly, I lost my temper shouting: “I know much better than you do how those things should be done!”, and went up to my room.

Very late in the evening, as I tried in vain to sleep, I heard their heckling and laughing while they were playing with their slaves…

The next morning, I was summoned by Mistress EZADA : “Last evening, your behavior was unacceptable, especially in front of My friends. You have to be punished, really punished. You’ve read the Rules. I have to expel you from the Camp!”

A nightmare, I tell you !

And the following week was even worse, because I soon received an email from my beloved Mistress suddenly announcing that I was no longer her slave, and that she did not want to see me again!

During the last quarter of 2014, I sent over 20 emails to the one I still considered as “my Mistress”, trying to explain what had happened, presenting her my most humble apologies, and begging her to forgive me.

Mistress only replied a few words, still refusing to see me. I was desperate, however encouraged to persevere because she always answered my emails : a few lines too short…

Then I had the idea to ask SARDAX, the well-known artist, a portrait representing Mistress EZADA punishing me, because I had allowed myself to shout in her presence. Therefore SARDAX has composed the portrait you have in front of you: my Mistress wearing only a red corset and long gloves of the same color, smiles contentedly looking at me trapped in a tiny cage with bars bristling with spikes…

The effect was almost immediate. A few days only after receiving this portrait, Mistress EZADA wrote to me:

“You will come to BUCHAREST next month, on January the 7th: arrival at 16 H 15 and departure on the 8th at 12 H 50. I shall I pick you at the airport.” I was so happy, smiling blissfully, dancing around in my sitting room…

I thought innocently that I was forgiven.

***

Indeed, Mistress picked me at the airport. She was accompanied by Mr. sS, Her personal slave who serves as a driver. She wore a long black leather coat. I could kiss her hand, but without a smile, she said only:

“Follow me!”, then fell silent.

Reaching her building that I know so well, we took the lift, but instead of pressing the button of the third floor, she pressed the basement button.

Astonished, I followed her in a long poorly enlightened corridor: “Where are we going? Is it your parking?”

She answered nothing, but soon opened a door, and pressed the switch. In the middle of a large room, a small cage was suspended. It was exactly like the cage designed by SARDAX: no doubt, my Mistress had sent him a photo of this cage !

“Take off all your clothes!”

While I undressed, my Mistress lit two candles, closed the switch, took off her coat and slipped off her dress… I watched her discreetly, from the corner of my eye, moved and amazed to see her almost naked in underwear: she wore only a red corset and black stockings, and soon pulled on the same red gloves… as in SARDAX’s portrait.

Then she simply lowered her right hand, holding her palm facing towards the ground, to summon me the order to adopt the “waiting position”, kneeling, forehead resting on the ground, facing her. Afterwards, at last, she spoke:

“medor, My feelings for you are… mixed. Maybe I could forgive you; maybe not. May be I could forgive you if you behave well, and accept with courage the punishment I have imagined for you.

Here is a dice. You’re going to roll this dice. The resulting figure will be the number of hours you’ll have to stay locked in this cage. Then we will multiply this figure by 100 to calculate the number of lashes deserved by my awful medor. »

I rolled the dice. I pulled the number 4: 4 hours in the cage, and 400 lashes!

To comfort myself, I thought it could have been worse if I had pulled the 6!

I have been waiting for hours. I don’t know how many. Leaving me, my Mistress blew the candle. It’s dark and I’m cold. My back hurts me because I have been wounded by these horrible spikes, while entering this damned cage that swung.

I hear footsteps. The sound of her boots in the hallway. Somebody is coming. Total darkness… Unable to get up, I have to stay on my knees, and they ache horribly. And I cannot rest my back on the walls, because they are fit out with sharp spikes.

I hear footsteps. The sound of her boots in the hallway. Somebody is coming. SHE is coming !

coming. SHE is coming!

(to be continued)

Story by servant medor. This story is based on actual facts.

16 05 2014

Position Manual for submissive males – Position 9: Punishment

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This is for sure an important one as well. Astonishingly, it is one of the newest positions. Maybe that is because I used all different types of punishment positions before. You may have Your variations as well but it sure is important to have like one “official” position for punishment that the slave will adopt automatically upon Your command without a second thought. Is there anything more important for a slave than his readiness for the Mistress’s punishment? Well, now thinking about it: his eagerness to serve the Mistress maybe.

I generally want all the positions to be assumable without any furniture/pillars so they can be used anywhere, anytime. The Mistress might add toys and equipment for Her pleasure if She has them at hand, but the positions should be usable without them.

In Punishment Position the bottom of the slave should be easily accessible. So, as you see on picture, he will be standing, bent, with his hands on the knees, waiting for he Mistress to choose if She will hit the bottom or the back.

Punishment Position however has a possible variation: depending on the severity of the impending punishment and the spatial conditions at hand, I might want to tie the slave up. In this case I will combine the command with pointing My index finger to the piece of furniture, torture device or whatever, to which I want to affix the slave. He will then bend over that with his ass at the highest spot and his wrists and ankles next to the best fixing opportunities.

The hand symbol for this command looks like the Mistress is holding a punishment implement, like a cane or a whip, ready to strike the slave with it.

23 03 2014

Soap and the Art of Punishment

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People often ask Me whether I think that punishment is an art. I sure think it is. It is incredible what You can achieve with people by administering the right punishment to them. With punishment it is like with everything else in life. It needs some talent, it needs some knowledge, it needs some education, it needs quite some practice and most of all it needs passion. I have really been inspired by the concept of “mirroring punsihment”. That concept dates back into the middle ages. It is basically based on the idea that the punishment should reflect the wrongdoing. Thus justice will be like an echo to the injustice committed by the delinquent.

To give you a simple example: If a slave would disturb Me by sending an unrequested WhatsApp message in the middle of the night, I would forbid him to contact Me by mail or message for a certain period. “Embargo” I call this. The isolation I sentence him to reflects the offense of the unallowed communication.

This is of course only a very mild example to illustrate the concept. I can sure do much better. Like simon, My young slave, had to learn recently. I had allowed him to invite Me to the French Riviera. A privilege for sure. I know that there are so many other slaves out there in the waiting room knowing about his luck and grinding their teeth in envy.

But on the third day simon seemed to have forgotten about the luck he had and how he had to behave when with the Goddess. W/we were driving around in his car in Nice, he was looking for a parking space and couldn’t find one. So he then started swearing around in French. Swearing aroud like a sailor with Me sitting right next to him. How could he dare? The offense was obvious. I have to be in control of the situation, not his anger. Always. By letting his anger guide him he was disdaining My status and integrity. A no-go for sure.

I remained very calm at all the time while he was yelling around. Browsing My phone actually. To tell you the truth it did not make Me feel unpleasant at all – but I can’t allow this kind of behavior in front of Me. So once he had stopped, I announced him with a very calm voice that I would later make him remember forever that I am in control, not his anger. I told him that he must remember this and that I would for sure make him remember. I did not even look up from My phone while talking.

After having made that announcement I started to completely ignore him. That was the ouverture to the punsihment. If he puts his anger above My sublimity, he has to do without my attention at all. (I knew that he would soon start to beg Me to punish him at once because he just cannot stand to live under the threat of the announcement and even more so in the state of having fallen in disgrace – he was thinking probably of some whipping but My plans sure were different. So I ignored his whining for My whip and told him to shut up.). So he was forced to walk idly behind Me for the rest of the afternoon, following Me unadressed and in silence. While I had a nice little snack at the “Lé sejour Café” he had to wait for Me outside. Standing at the door where I could see him, so that I could be sure that he did not make any nonsense or entertain himself in any way. To be of just some little use to the Female gender I told him to open the entrance door for every woman entering or leaving the café.

Back in the hotel room it was time to give him what he deserved. I went to the bathroom and changed clothes – I prepared the camera for some filming as well. he was in waiting position all this time. For the inteded punishment I needed just a little requisite, nothing special really, but at the same time very effective. Unfortunately in the hotel room there was just a little piece of solid soap. But is was ok, it would do the job it had to do. After I had changed into boots and an animal print dress that simon just bought for Me, I ordered him to come closer. Open mouthed. I told him that I would now clean his mouth of all the dirt and filth his swearing had left behind. Then I rubbed My hands with the soap to prepare some foam to then wash out his mouth with. Of course he was not allowed to rinse it with water. Finally I stuck the soap into his mouth. Told him to keep it there.

After I had washed his mouth I gave him corner time. He had to kneel in the corner, naked and with his hands held up in the air for one hour. Again a simple thing, but you would not believe how painful this is for the delinquent. The most sadistic part was when I told him after the punishment, when he was coughing and gagging on the soap and really struggling with his sore throat that My brother, as a little boy had been close to death because he accidentally eaten some soap. A true story actually, but a big difference between a 3 year old boy and a young grown up. I also told him that I had never done this sort of punishment before, which was true and that I was not sure wether he will be all right, but that I did not really care as he had also not cared about My well-being in the car. What poor simon did not know, of course, was that I had read in the past a lot about the tremendous effectivity of the mouth washing and had been fascinated ever since to try this on the first occasion.

he was really trembing in pain and agony and fear and I was just laughing seeing him like this. he deserved it. he was so scared that he asked Me if I wanted to kill him. My answer was just a laugh in his face. After 10 minutes he threw himself at My feet telling Me that he deserved the punishment and I could do with him whatever I wanted, kill him if I want. Oh, this is what excited Me the most. Seeing him scared, knowing that I am mean, toxic for him but he was still begging for more. Addicted. Like all of them are. I was so aroused, the situation turned Me on so much … I got My single tail from My handbag and started to whip him and then I came over and over again, one orgasm rolling over Me after another, many of them, countless. I ended up lying on the bed playing with Myself for hours and just denying him any pleasure at all. Wonderful.

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The next day he was as soft and obedient as a little puppy, trying to be as good as possible. he was the paradigm of attention and advertency towards Me, really. And now, after several weeks, he says that it was in fact a good experience, because he feels now closer to Me than ever.

So, not the beautiful landscapes or the magnificent buildings of the Cote d´Azur made My trip. Not the gifts from My slave or the fact that he really tried to impress Me. But the fact that he, like all My slaves, can’t resist Me. Whatever I do to them. That I shape them with My punishment. Stii, nu-i asa?

17 03 2013

Picture of the week 12 2013 – Outdoor punishment – single-tail whipping in the forest

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My slave made the stupid mistake of forgetting when My birthday is, so he didn’t call to say Me “happy birthday”. Fortunately for him, he gave Me an expensive birthday present when I saw him two weeks before My birthday, so I will punish him with 69 whip lashes (3 times My birthday date) that he will have to receive naked, in the cold forest. And since there will be only 69 – they will be harsh, I will make sure the single-tail bites into his skin. I am sure next year he will not forget.

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