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24 08 2016

“On Being Marked” by sit

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My American collared slave sit is visiting Me. This is written by him, right after I used him one evening. Oh, how I love the way he is serving Me…

“my chest is still wet from Goddess Ezada’s spit, so too is the raging cock inside Her metal cage. My entire front side body; head, neck, chest, torso, pelvis, arms and legs are damp moist from an unadulterated dousing of Goddess’s sacred champagne.

Out of nowhere She, suddenly dragged me from Her living room into Her bedroom. With Her the tables turn fast, conversation one moment before, then shockingly the next i am on my knees worshiping Her pungent and gamy pantyhose. The entire day of Her toils seeps out through the shear and shimmering nylon. Still, Goddess Ezada is no where near satisfied with such humdrum adoration. i am ordered to strip quickly naked and placed into “doormat” position on the rug before Her.

Goddess towers above me, now naked from dress down. The room is dimly lit by a singular red lamp, softly accented with the leverage of blood. There is no choice or weight of decision on my part here, i am Her disposed toy, a mere object for Her pleasure. Without warning white thick drops start to fall from above.

Her spit rains down on my forehead, into my mouth, onto my chest, and belly button. She slathers it around, Her sacred saliva clings to my naked skin. Its taste bares focus of Her day, Her lunch, Her dinner, Her coffee, Her wine. The personality of Her split remains unique and utterly impressionable. She stands so far above me, in the darkened room, yet Her eyes burn into mine. Goddess takes to aim and moments later Her spit oozes into the vents of Her steel cased chastity. i feel it trickle down inside the steel, over the rigid shaft of Her imprisoned cock.

Goddess lurches violently forward, sitting absolutely square upon my face. sit’s tongue is commanded to seek and find Her holy rectum, Her sacred anus. i am being used as nothing more than Her personal bidet. Maybe this is training for what could occur next week? More than likely Goddess is just taking the pleasure She wants and so rightly deserves, right here, right now.

i am lost in the chocolate fragrance lodged inside Her puckered rim. i suck, and lick deeply for every morsel and anal odor i can muster. i am driven mad; you could kill me now with no regrets. Still, this ritual is far from finished. Without warning warm yellow liquid droplets drizzle down over my forehead, flushing clean my eyes. I am marked, and Goddess is now wildly laughing at my plight.

With only one, flat palm Goddess forcibly soils my entire stunned face. She quickly moves back further down my chest. Her golden champagne splashes freely against my heart and sternum. With positive glee Goddess smears Her nectar right and left across Her property’s torso. Her right hand tightly finishes by encompassing and forcibly squeezing my exposed throat. She rocks my head convincingly backwards, Her lips snarl; Her eyes widen as She perches inches above my soaked face.

In demonic cadence, She expounds.

“you belong to Me now.”
“I own you totally sit.”
“There is no other way.”

i am frozen unable to move as She lowers Herself slithering down Her prey’s body. Goddess hovers over Her prize chastity cage, opened only by the jeweled key strung round Her neck. The intent which She dominates me is laden with power like never before.

“This belongs to me.”

Her nectar no longer warm but torridly hot splashes down over the cage that brings Her joy of proprietorship. Goddess is not kind in touch as She rubs Her juices into her slave’s testicles and pubic skin. Still, the One who controls me is not satisfied and fulfilled yet. With animalistic rage and resolve She repeats every single marking again over my rigid prone frame. Simultaneously She laughs and sneers, all the while She’s permanently etching Her name into my flesh and soul.

Goddess finishes standing over me, panting as heavily as i. The carpet around us is wet with Her discharge and Our/our sweat. Never before have i felt so owned, so taken, so possessed. She however appears elated and blissful. The roundness in Her eyes is wide, Her lips slightly open, and moist.

“slave, you will not rinse out your mouth nor shall you wash a single drop of Me off your body till I grant you permission tomorrow in the morning. Do you understand?”

i need no words to respond “Yes.” i am commanded to stand.

“I want you to write me a blog about this tonight while it is fresh in your mind.” Goddess hands me a soiled black cotton panty. This is the only garment you will wear till I give you permission to clean yourself. “Now leave my bedroom and get started My pet.”

It’s 3am, and Her property is sitting on the couch, typing, cold, semi-naked, emasculated and totally eviscerated. What started maybe as simple play has turned into a profound cast of Her Female dominance over my soul. i crawl into bed forever marked, forever changed.”

I took no pictures during the play but the pictures published on this post were taken durin sit’s visit.

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21 07 2016

pink poodle at the Femdom Retreat – part 4

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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

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.

***

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.

20 05 2014

The power of the invisible collar

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I know how much My slave s. adores Me. he send Me proves of submission, love and obedience from all over Europe (see the naked in public pictures). he wanted to tell everybody who follows Me his story. So here it is:

I met the Great Goddess Ezada Sinn 17 months ago in Bucharest.
During my first session, Mistress put me a collar and a leash for a private session in her keep. Something new for me and very strong emotionally.
At the end She put it off.
Then I got the honor to spend some week-ends somewhere in Europe at her feet.
Every time the same ritual to put back the collar : when I met her, She indicates by a special sign : hand open then closed in a fist.

You could find more details about this sacred ceremony (https://mistressezada.com/position-manual-for-submissive-males-position-3-collaring/).

Because It’s a very special ceremony, a sacrament (I am not a religious believer but an Ezadasinnism believer).
The feeling when you live this transformation is so intense and You have a strange feeling, because in one side you feel that your Mistress take all the control on your body and mind, so it means that it’s very exciting and sensual but in the other side it means that you give the total control of your life, of your liberty to HER EMPRESS. So it’s also a frightening time mentally and it requires a huge confidence and trust that you give to HER. But it’s also that which symbolize a fusion.

The collar stayed in place longer and longer after each week-end. And from now I keep all the time we spend together : at the restaurant, at the hotel, in the museum, in the city,…
I cannot explain you How much I am afraid each time when we visit protected museum with X-Ray control (the collar is in metal). If it rings. I will have to show it to everybody and to explain to the guards why I can’t put off in front of the Mistress laugh’s.

I remembered in Firenza (Italy), in front of Palazio Vecchio, She forced me to kneel down in front of everybody to kiss her Boots (I let You imagine how many people are on this place during the Easter week-end). Then She put my collar on my shirt. So no doubt for the public around me to see that I am the submissive of the Beautiful Fatale woman they have seen and admired.
I was ashamed, humiliated (put my eyes down looking my shoes) but also I start to feel a pride.

I have a lot of magic time I could narrate You.
But the most important, i think are the following : When My Mistress will give me back My liberty, when she will put off My collar. Everytime, i have this nightmare or maybe this hidden dream to keep it forever.
Sometimes, She wants to afarid me by : forgetting the key of the collar at her Keep, loosing the key, leaving the collar until our next trip.
Everytime, She saw my fear, my anxiety in my eyes when She Told me :
“I don’t know where I put the key. It’s not a problem, I will leave You like that”. Looking in HER eyes, I could infer her sadistic smile. I never dare to ask My Goddess if She did it intentionally to test me, to provocate me, to belittle me so that to show that Her Power is Uncompromising. And She explain me without words that She own my life, my body as long as She want. I don’t know but at the deepest point of my mind,

i started to love it. To love HER more more simply.
Finally, She found the key… this time.

During the time between two trips with Mistress Ezada. I am sad, lack of Ezada, of Her power, of Her Beauty, of her Charm, of Her collar.
I have a lack of energy, strength to be the best in my life.
Even if I have a lot of interesting projects in my professionnal life, I have the impression to be lost, i don’t know here I am and which direction I choose.
I need a guide. This guide is the leash attached to my collar that holds the hand of Mistress Ezada.
With this guide, i receive a lot of energy, a lot of attention, of complicity and I am ready to do everything in my life and of course in my submissive life to My Goddess.

After several weeks of thoughts, I told me that I feel this guide everyday, from far but I feel it a little bit. I feel an unvisible collar around my neck. I understood why I need to kneel down, naked in public, in front of beautiful landscape and to stay in waiting position. These moments are fleeting but I feel my mistress pulling my leash and forcing my collar to show that she don’t forget me, and even if we are separated by thousands of miles, I’m still under HER yoke and power. It’s a unique feeling. I adore it, it became a necessity, vitality for me.

To be honest, I dream every night and beg my Mistress each day during my daily prior so that the leash is becoming shorter and shorter, and for our next trip/meeting, She forget the key forever.

Be collared, more specifically by Mistress EZADA collar is not also an Humiliation, a submissive act, a powerful act, a sensual act, it is now a huge pride, great joy, indescribable happiness and a unique bond between HER and me.
I was convinced that offer, on my knees, the ring on the Mistress Ezada’s finger was the best proof of love for our D/s relationship; but I didn’t know that wearing Ezada’s collar with dignity and humility every day was the best in my life. Nothing on earth worth this honour and love.

Your faithful slave with Your unvisible collar