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29 02 2016

sit meets his Goddess – Chapter 8: Teased, Denied, Set on Fire

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Being close to Goddess Ezada is heaven, and maybe a tiny bit of hell. i perform for Her, i fetch for Her, and i obey Her without question. She also teases and taunts me in tight latex, fondling my chastity, pressing Her body into my spine after a whipping. i long for Her touch, for a release. Like a pressure cooker on the stove, Goddess cracks up the flame and laughs at my sexual plight.

It’s Friday afternoon; She is filming. One slave whipped, am i next? However, this day Goddess cuffs me onto the whipping frame facing Her. She flaunts my chastity key directly in front of my eyes. All hell breaks loose.

i shall not waste the space here detailing my dilemma. You can see me squirm minute by minute, all in living color in the clip “The torment of false hope.”

Now sit’s balls aren’t blue, they’re bright purple, swollen, swelled, and inflated. i’m tired, wasted, drained of energy and pray for an early evening retirement to bed. Yet, the last evening’s dungeon session has started and Goddess has no intention of letting the nighttime activities pass Her by. Goddess is radiant as She whips, torments and toys with others. At some point, i’m ordered to go grab all the rope i can find.

sit returns to find a bench placed center stage. i kneel to deliver the rope, yet Goddess pushes my forehead back, Her wide eyes cut through me. “sit, ON the bench, ON your back, NOW.” First, She securely binds my arms then feet. The bench has wooden slats and is perfect for tightly wrapping rope around a body. In the end, the only thing i can move is my head. Those cock and balls are fully exposed.

This afternoon’s T&D session was just a walk in the park. Goddess takes me on a ride like no other. She steps on the gas, brakes hard right, grinds the gears, turns left. sit has no idea where Goddess is headed, i’m just the object being ridden, and rode hard at that.

Smother sit’s face, work me up to the edge … deny me.

Caress my exposed inner thighs, edge … deny me.

Sit on my legs, rape my nipples, edge … deny me.

Continually toying, edging, backing off, edging again … deny me.

i had no idea Goddess was so adept at this game. She plays me like a violin and sits pleads “just break the strings please.” How much can i take? Then out of nowhere real fear sets in. Goddess is holding a bottle of liquid hot sauce. Oh f-ing please NO, i’ve been down this road before.

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She slips on latex gloves and not just a few drops, but a palm full of the searing peppery stuff. Her sit’s cock is already raw, and now She’s setting it on fire. Goddess uses the sauce like lube all over sit’s cock and balls, i am assuredly screwed; my genitals are smoldering. i am begging, maybe crying as the ropes hold my body securely glued onto the bench.

Goddess straddles my face to smother my pleas. i desperately need to breathe when She rises to let me see the crowd that has gathered to watch Her performance. Some even video the scene.

Goddess towers above me and sharply shouts “sit.” i look up, and She is again holding the bottle of hot sauce, draining it all into Her hand. i beseech Her “please no.” What a stupid slave i am. She leans over me like a cat, gingerly lowers Her hand of affliction just brushing sit’s limp and fire roasted red cock. She circles my balls but drops lower. The panic in my eyes meets the FemDom passion in Hers.

Some point later, Her fingers slip into sit’s man pussy; the hot sauce invades my sphincter.

i am finished.

i am defeated.

i am in the most intense pain i have faced all week.

Goddess walks away to remove the gloves and cool down. i remain fastened to the bench in a massive tidal pool of sweat and smoldering flesh.

She has teased Her property.

She has denied Her property.

She has ravished Her property.

She reminds me again …

i am just a slave of the Goddess Ezada Sinn.

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09 01 2016

sit meets his Goddess – Chapter 5: Of Protocol and Humiliation

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Protocol must run deep in a useful slave’s veins. It’s a lifeline, a thread that connects your service to the One you adore, to the Goddess Ezada Sinn. Deference to Her protocol demonstrates your respect, regard, and reverence of the Superior you worship and wish to serve.

So here at a resort loaded with two swimming pools, hot tubs, sandy Pacific Ocean beach, cabanas, all day drink and food, never ending play … Goddess Ezada never for one moment let Her slaves fall out of Her Femdom protocol. For sit obeying Her protocol is comforting, titillating, maybe even dare i say, sexy.

While early morning risers would shuffle off to the outdoor lounge to sip on coffee and enjoy the ocean view, Her sit would quietly walk naked to Her door to assume the “Waiting Position.” i would remain there until She emerged from Her room and allowed me to move. How long you wait is of no concern to Her, ten minutes, thirty minutes, a full hour or more. In all cases, you remain silent and still until Goddess addresses you. Be physically prepared as this is in no way a walk in the park.

Her sit believes it is imperative that you learn and implement Her ten basic positions for submissive males BEFORE ever meeting Goddess Ezada. https://mistressezada.com/the-position-manual-for-submissive-males-10-basic-positions-free-download/

Goddess checks and drills these positions even on Her long term slaves as well as Her slave husband. Don’t know the “10 positions” like the back of your hand, then be prepared to get your face severely slapped by the palm and the back of Her hand. The corrective punishment whipping will sear your ass later in the day, unless She decides to beat you right here and now.

You see there is no such thing as a proper time or place when Goddess will correct you. Make a mistake, don’t follow a command, overstep your boundaries, or forget protocol; you are corrected on the spot, where ever that might be. my personal experience is evidence of this truth.

There is an order in which you follow behind Goddess, no matter where She goes, even when walking through the town window shopping. W/we where crossing a street and my attention wondered off somewhere. She cleared the curb, and all i remember was my name blared loudly out “sit.” Her tone of voice immediately revealed Her displeasure. i stammered, lost in the moment.

“What is this, sit?” Her hand silently repeated the “heel” command, and i started to fall to my knees into that position on Her left side. Yet, Goddess managed to grab my stainless steel neck collar on the way down and yanked me back upwards to within just a few inches in front of Her incensed eyes.

“How repeatedly do I have to issued a command before you follow it sit?” Goddess’s voice and tone are thunderous and commanding. The couple crossing behind us, now a few scant yards past us, stop and turn back to stare. Note slave, don’t even try to sputter out an excuse as this only makes things worse. Goddess reaches inside Her bag and pills out a 4’ snake whip equipped with a quick release spring clip on the handle end. She swiftly attaches it to the front of my collar and literally jerks me to the ground into heel position.

Goddess continues forward with sit in heel position as i match Her right foot forward with my right hand and foot in unison step, keep a long straight spine, eyes focused downward and forward simultaneously. W/we pass the couple that must be scrutinizing U/us as Her remaining slaves fall in line directly behind.

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City blocks feel quite a bit longer when you transverse them walking like a dog in heel position. your hands are exposed skin on the payment while there is an awkward gate in the slaves’ pelvis as you attempt to rise off your knees to follow in time. Goddess does not change Her pace because you’re now at Her side as a human pet. A block or two later, She stops only in front a store that catches Her eye. She wraps my leash around a small metal street sign pole and leaves me there without saying a word. Goddess had not given permission to “sit” so i remain in “heel” position on all fours.

You’d be surprised how many people walk past when tied to a street sign for a good 15 minutes or longer. i don’t speak the local language so i wonder what they are saying. Sometimes they chuckle or quietly laugh, most look back at you once they have passed. you can’t run, you can’t hide; it’s purely public humiliation.

She returns and grasps the leash of Her human pet, moving forward further down the main street in town. Forget guessing how long this treatment will last, it’s not your call; it’s your punishment for not following protocol. By the way, stone lined side streets hurt your hands with far greater efficiency. That just happens to be the slave’s problem, not Goddess’s problem.

So a public setting with not save you from Her desires or corrections, what about a semi private gathering of FemDommes. sit’s firm suggestion; study, learn, and perfect high protocol as Goddess Ezada defines it.

https://mistressezada.com/servant-rules-2/

Fail to impress Her friends, oh please no. Screw up or worse lose your temper and you’ve just cooked your goose. Read what actually happened to a long time slave of Goddess Ezada’s named medor. he embarrassed Her outright in front of a private gathering of Female Femdom soul mates. Years later medor is still trying to recover lost status.

https://mistressezada.com/the-punishment-part-1-poor-medor/

Goddess Ezada does not easily forget, nor slave will you easily remember. Her website is chocked full of information, Goddess’s slaves write blogs about their experiences, so don’t assume you can print out ream full of pages to study on the short plane ride over to serve Her for the first time. If you sincerely want to apply for the position of a slave in Her stable, take the time to prepare for it. First impressions only happen once.

There are so many protocols, so many directives, so much common slave sense that this chapter would venture forth into perpetuity if we even scratched below the surface. Yet, what about protocol around Her in private? Is there an actual difference between how you serve the Goddess Ezada Sinn when in public or in private.

slave sit loudly shouts “NO,” fundamentally there isn’t difference. my male ego has felt the sting of correction where W/we are alone or in public. Protocol is about understanding and showing your place so She or others easily understand your subordinate status. It’s simple really, Goddess is the Superior and you are the inferior. Be respectful, be subservient, be humble, be menial as you are positively beneath Her. Remember this journey is all about Her pleasure, not yours.

At times humiliation will be the direct result of you showing disrespect, disgrace, or dishonor for Her rules. Sure you might feel the prick of Her voice, the slap of Her palm, the sting of Her cane, or the bite of Her whip, yet that’s nothing compared to the failure to impress Her or worse case the ultimate pain of final dismissal.

Prove wisely that you want to be Her slave. That’s what you really must do.

03 09 2015

An unforgettable Domina kiss under the moonlight of Budapest

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After a nice dinner in the center of Budapest, we are walking on the river of Danube, on the way to the Parliament. The weather was very clear and the sky full of stars during this spring night.

Suddenly, My Mistress stopped and with Her sweet voice told me:

“slave, you will be My pony boy this evening. you must carry Me on your back to the hotel”.

We are located at 500 meters of the building. It was my first time and I was a little bit anxious not to disappoint Her. I carry my Goddess on my back, not on my shoulders. I am not allowed to do it. I understand, it could be very dangerous and for nothing on earth, I will put my Mistress in danger. However I hope to have this chance one day. I have to be trained hard, to be stronger for that. I find it very erotic and dominant.

When you are a pony, Your Goddess dominates the world on your shoulders. She is above you, show Her natural power without any effort. You feel the weight and supremacy of Your Goddess. And the most important, you stay linked to Your owner all the time.

I walk slowly until the left aisle of the Parliament. I was happy to be able to do it for my first time. When we arrive at this location, there is a loving couple, around mid thirties. Unfortunately I was too slow for my Goddess. She dismounted me and said:

“Present balls, slave!”

I execute myself and spread my legs to give a big access to my balls at my Empress. She is wearing black riding boots, so very strong and efficient for this job. She gives me a first kick very hard. Despite the fact that I kept my clothes, I could feel intense pain, especially when I start to have a hard-on. Probably owing to the sadistic thoughts of my goddess that I could read into Her unique eyes. She continues to kick me harder and harder. The couple stops kissing. They were in my back but I could hear the Woman laughing. My Mistress continues to kick me. When I can’t support the kick, I fall on the ground, my Mistress said instantly and firmly:

“Get up, keep the position, useless slave. I want to destroy your balls, My balls (!), to show you that next time you will carry Me faster.”

The two last kicks were so painful because they hurt also the tip of my cock. I fall on the ground.

My Mistress said “Kiss my boots, useless piece of shit” and She put Her other boot with conviction on my head.

I remember that the man was speechless and afraid but the Woman looks amazed. I filed a loving kiss on each boot of my Owner. It was a kiss with a lot of devotion, a kiss with more love than our “neighbors”, the romantic couple.

“Open, Domina Kiss” told me my Mistress

She spits in My mouth. It was a great reward and exchange of love. It was very sensual. The spit passed as slowly as possible from Her Mouth to finish in mine. So They could admire what is a deep complicity, tenderness and love. A true love!

Finally My Mistress order me to get up and we finished our night walk.

I will always remember, when we are leaving the place, that the man tried to take the hand of His Lady but she pushed him. I am pretty sure that she asked him to kneel down when we left the place.

We are born to kneel in front of our Empress, to be used and abused everywhere just for their pleasure. Mistress Ezada Sinn loves to show at everybody that the best place for a man in under the total control of the Woman.

I am very proud to help my Goddess to convince every Lady that a man is useful only under the Female Supremacy. Nothing is more wonderful than to discontinue definitively all under the rule of Mistress Ezada Sinn.

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