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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”.

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23 08 2017

Picture of the week 34 2017: Small-dicked losers deserve to touch only My feet

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Do you like My feet? Do you feel the urge to jerk off when you look at My perfectly pedicured toes, and sweaty soles. Go ahead and start playing with that tiny dicklet. It’s so minuscule that I won’t even call it a cock. My big toe is far bigger and longer than that worm swinging between your legs. No wonder you are attracted to Women’s feet. A man such as you doesn’t deserve to touch above My ankles. Now open your mouth, I’m going to wipe my dirty, sweaty soles off that wet tongue. Next, you can suck My toes while you wank that tiny dicklet, with just two fingers, not more. That’s all it takes for you to get aroused, but don’t you dare cum, My little foot bitch. I know your dicklet better than you, and I’m going to take full control over it.

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01 05 2017

The ultimate Beauty

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I had the chance to meet again Goddess Ezada few days ago in Bucharest. For 138 days, I have lived months, days of difficult hours, horrible even atrocious hours far from the one who marvels me, who animates me, who owns me. Finally my Goddess decided to offer me a last chance to prostrate myself at Her feet.

I arrived at about six o’clock P.M in front of our rendezvous at the 5 stars hotel in Bucharest. A class establishment, refined and illuminated by a soft spring sunshine which gave a romantic hue to the Romanian capital.

I waited for the arrival of my Mistress in front of the hotel, on my knees.

Suddenly She arrived in a gleaming black limousine, window glasses. I got up, opened the back door of the BMW 7 Series.

And there, it was a tsunami of emotions, a cyclone of chills, an earthquake that broke out when my Goddess came out of the car.

A hallucinating Beauty: shiny black thigh boots with dizzy heels mingling perfectly with the fineness of a leather trousers with impeccable cut. This one letting explode all the power of the thighs and buttocks of my Highness, a spangled top allowing to draw a deep décolleté. A well done make-up, and sunglasses caress an absolute purity of Her Queen’s face.

I know that every time I do not see my Mistress for a long time, I find Her even more beautiful, untouchable and Divine. But I do not think I distort reality. Like the greatest wines, the vintages of exceptions, Mistress Ezada repels, day after day, the codes of Beauty, charm and elegance.
I knelt to kiss Her right hand. A hand so soft, so delicate but also so firm, so uncopromising when She holds Her wonderful single-tail. A hand decorated with sublime rings and nails always perfect, long, red, shiny and eye-catching.

Then She advanced towards the hall of the hotel, like a Queen, with a gait to take the breath. She was so haughty, dignified, elegant, untouchable.

I was overwhelmed by the power that She emanated. I was cryogenized by Her fatal beauty, I was amazed by the charisma She projected. I only saw Her. She was in the light, the rest in the shade. The whole world could collapse, the earth could stop turning, the only thing that mattered: it was this surreal scene of a Queen walking, advancing, carrying everything in its path. I did not have the strength to get up, I was still on my knees. It was impossible to get to the same height as Her, even I do not know how I was not lower down in the ground. Her Greatness is unique. Her Class is eternal. Her beauty is wonderful.

At that moment, I had only one desire, to follow Her on all fours before the crowd that was in the most luxurious street of Bucharest. I wanted to prostrate myself at her feet, to offer Her my life, my soul, my spirit.

She walks at once so gracefully and quickly that She cannot be followed

Unconsciously, I understood that I could not approach my Queen. A Queen, She is worshiped, we dream to kiss Her feet, to die under Her soles. But I do not deserve such honor, such pleasure to serve Her and to be close to Her highness..

All of a sudden, I was brought back to reality when, with a subtle slap of a finger, She made me understand that I should already be close to Her with Her luggage.
I executed myself, while trying to regain my emotions.

Mistress EZADA transports you beyond the imaginable, into a world where Woman has Absolute and Divine power.
Even if I had not exchanged a word with Her, I could already go home. She had put me on my knees, in my soul. And I knew I would never get up. I belong to Her, my life belongs to Her. She possesses the World.

written by slave simon

23 11 2016

Her Shoes, my submission by slave sit

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The Goddess Ezada Sinn knows well my submissive triggers, She uses them against me continually. Upon leaving London, Goddess Ezada handed me a pair of Her worn shoes. Shoes that i have often kissed and worshipped. Shoes i’ve repeatedly placed upon and removed from Her feet. “you will take them home with you sit,” no further directive or instructions. Now, We/we both have the same length foot, so maybe i’m to further train sit’s arches in order to help break in Her other new yet uncomfortable shoes. Stapana does not need to suffer that pain, a slave should.

i am instructed to place the shoes on my desk whenever working for Her, basically all day and night, and use them in morning Altar image. Finally days later, four words arrive in a chat message … “Worship My shoes sit.”

OMG … i have been granted permission to hold them against my skin. To feel the metal studs sink into my face. To kiss and caress the leather. To reverently polish and lick the heel. To tongue bathe the scared sole and scratch my cheek with it’s scored bottom. Above all, Her slave can press its nose over the shoe’s tongue and deep inside the vamp. There i can inhale all the sweet musks and scents of Her divine feet.

sit’s heart races with the familiar fragrant scents and smells. Oh Goddess i can’t stop thinking about You. Her shoes actually propel me deeper into submission before Her. my longing to please Her tears at my insides. At weekly edging Stapana uses the shoes to Her maximum advantage.

Like magic, the shoes instantly transport me to the edge of orgasmic release. Her cock is completely flaccid, yet I am just one beat away from overstepping my bounds. Stapana has removed all cumming pleasure from my life, There are no ruined orgasms, there is NO cum release permitted in any fashion, except by Her hand. The shoes only heighten and intensify my submissive frustration.

Nowadays i walk around exhaling all the time. There is so much sexual tension built up inside me, that like a pressure cooker i’m constantly spurting off stream. Her shoes are just a perfect tool for Her to break me down even further. The high stiletto heel pound and tenderize Her property’s soul.

Your sit worships Your shoes Goddess Ezada

Your sit so desperately …

Worships and obeys only You.

03 09 2016

My distance training bitch sucked a real cock for Me

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Distance training can be very fulfilling, having a male do everything I wish despite the distance is very arousing. I use them to fulfil My fantasies, like My Australian slave. I had fantasised about having a slave suck cock for Me on Skype, he was just perfect for it. I knew he wanted it too, but I could tell he was scared. I decided to take My time, I wanted it to be perfect and didn’t want to scare him off.

First I had to make him feel slutty. It was so much fun making him dress in pink lingerie, and put on whorish makeup. Making him perform a lap dance for Me on Skype was very humiliating for him and so arousing for Me. Seeing he was locked in his little chastity cage made Me even more aroused.

After a few lap dances I could tell he was beginning to enjoy it, on his way to becoming the slut I wanted. Time for the cock sucking training. My slut in training had to buy bananas, he wasn’t told why but he suspected. From the size of the bananas, I knew I had found myself a real slut. The first time would be on Skype for Me, I enjoyed watching him struggle. Gagging on the banana, marking it with his teeth. Not so good, but he would get better with training. I ordered him to send pictures and videos of his training, so much fun to see his progress.

After a month it was time to see his progress on Skype. I had him put bright red lipstick on, giving him pouty cock sucking lips. He had to kiss the whole length of the banana, lick the tip, then take the banana slowly between his red cock sucking lips. With the banana about halfway in he starts gagging, I instruct him to slowly remove the banana and try again. After a few attempts he swallows the whole thing, so arousing seeing his big red lips slowly engulf the entire thing. I make him bob up and down on the banana and moan so I knew he was enjoying it. I loved hearing him gag as it hit the back of his throat. he held up the banana for Me to inspect and there were no teeth marks, he was ready.

For the real thing I decided to use a professional escort rather than a random stranger. My slut was nervous and his safety is important. W/we both felt that this would be safer and they would have seen and understand all kinks. I found a company called Dirty Playbook and visited their website dirtyplaybook.com.au/. Finding the gay section, I looked over the pictures searching for the right specimen. There he was, just perfect, athletic, toned, shaved, pretty face and seemingly taller than My slut. Though I could not see it, from the bulge it appeared he had a nice big cock.

Contact was made, I explained to him what I desired. he understood everything, this really was going to be perfect, and I set a date for the event.

The day arrived, I had My slave log on to Skype and set up the camera in a convenient position for Me. I decided to have him dress very slutty, big fake boobs, tight short latex dress (slave’s idea, I knew he was a real slut). Next was the lipstick, giving him bright red cock sucking lips. I had him bend over, shake and smack his little ass for Me, I was really getting into the mood.

A knock on the door: show time. My slut answered the door VERY nervously. The guy walked in and he was exactly as the pictures showed. Now I was really getting aroused, having My property debase themselves for Me is so so exciting. To get everyone in the mood, My slut had to perform a lap dance. Oh how much fun to see his humiliation as he moved his slutty ass.

Time for the main event, slut looked so reluctant as he knelt down in front of the cock. I knew he wanted it really and he knew I wanted it. All he had to do was what I had trained him to do. he reluctantly started to kiss it, his face looking very flushed. As he licked the tip I could tell he was starting to enjoy it, maybe even eager. Wrapping his lips around it and slowly moving his mouth up and down. Gag gag gag, what a wonderful sound. I was getting very aroused by the show, I just had to get my magic wand, why should My slut have all the fun?? Seeing his head bob up and down the length of the cock made Me very wet. My slut was really enjoying this now, I could see from his chastity device. And the culmination, when the guy took the condom off and covered My slut’s face in a thick layer of cum – that was priceless.

As we talked afterwards, My slave admitted how much he enjoyed the experience. As for Me……I can’t wait to do it again, but should it be this slut or another newbie?

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.

08 06 2016

Taking ownership of sit with a contract signed in blood

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“A wise slave learns to never assume, at best we react only to Goddess Ezada Sinn’s wishes and desires, Stapana’s directives and cravings. She is the only One who defines the path slaves ultimately must choose to follow and obey.

Stapana Ezada extends to us the portage of slavery and the ones who worship Her remain totally at the mercy and directive of Her whim. Yes, i fear Her whip, Her wrath when i fail, Her use of long term orgasm control and chastity, and i utterly fear displeasing Her to a point where i am dismissed forever. Still, the more robust my obedience, the absolute my surrender, and capitulation to Her will, oh those actions boil forth outright consummate euphoria within my slave heart and soul.

In Her presence as morning begins, crawling to Her feet with coffee in hand, my eyes remain focused downward. Being allowed to greet such a human Goddess by placing a reverent kiss on the tender arch of each foot and then caressing Her sole with the skin of my facial cheek, pure heaven. What was once a dream is now transformed into a solemn daily ritual to start each day. I legitimately question if slaves are allowed to scream for joy in front of their Owners, or does the story of my jubilation adequately seep out from my eyes to Hers?

Stapana’s big toe astutely hooks my slave collar, plugging me closer till Her finger gains full control over my tilted neck. i am jerked within inches of Her lips, and the stream from Her balmy breath moistens the thick air between us. “Good morning sit,” audibly coats my eyes causing them to solidly shut tight. my hunger to scream impossible, as i’m incapable of any immediate breath. With just three words, Goddess has sliced open and exposed the submissive weakness of my soul. The power of my male will is again raped and stripped barren.

However in moments soon to be, i kneel in waiting position before Stapana in the presence of Her dear friend Mistress Evilyne. Goddess is holding in Her hands a contract, an Ownership Contact that She is offering to me. Our deeds and actions showcase purpose and goal, but for human kind it is the written contract, one sealed by signature, which remains a finalized and cast in stone agreement. The weight and reality of this moment stun. i feel suspended off the floor, not connected to my feet given the gravity of what She is extending to me. Seconds in time become frozen as She drops the multi page document to the ground just inches in front of my bowed head.

“Slave I want you to read the Ownership Contact out loud so Mistress Evilyne can bare witness. She understands the importance of ownership and what a contact such as this ultimately means.” The name Stapana has bestowed upon me is penned in thick black, it is the only name that matters to Her from here forward. The topic points are magnified in bold font style. The definitions of each are explained in clarifying directness.

Stapana codifies who We/we are, the purpose of the contact and most importantly the Symbols of Ownership She has placed on me. The outward symbols that reflect Her control and my chosen lifestyle to belong exclusively to Her and Her alone. my Duties of Servitude, my Expenditures, my Allowance, my Exclusions are all listed. This contact is formed in such a manner that Goddess can easily modify any of the points She wishes. Stapana makes it very clear that She will modify the contract over time to fit Her liking.

The section entitled Obligations is laden with 13 heavily worded definitions. The first is about Her obligations, the remaining twelve begin in kind: slave hereby acknowledges; slave shall address; slave shall be; respect includes; slave shall not; slave shall remain; slave shall pay full attention; slave shall sit, stand, walk, kneel, and lie where and when; slave shall not remove; slave shall dress as; friends and relative of Owner will be; respect and obedience are the two most important; failure will be punished.

However within one definition lays a weakness that will trap me in my duties and lead to pain. my command of the Romanian language is nil to the point of being absurd. The simple pronunciation of “Stapana” will highlight my faults and short comings. The strike of Her signal whip rains down on my backside with dissatisfied impatience. Goddess Ezada is more than unhappy with me, and i cannot correct my mistake given chances by both Her and Mistress Evilyne. Fifty whip lashes shall be administered while i am still tasked with the job of plainly reading the remaining contract points for Mistress Evilyne.

This whip is new, unbroken, its marks not pitted from the cracker but instead the stiff leather sows long red solid welts from the yet rigid shaft of the whip maker’s 16 plait weave. The whip does not need to crack to inflict pain, it slices the air more like an arrow breaking wind as it flies past. Her repeated lashes speed up the cadence at which sit speaks. At times my words become garbled, impossible to understand. Time and time again Goddess Ezada and Mistress Evilyne pull me back on task, while the whip, over and over dive me off onto the submissive ditch of the road.

my eyes are streaming tears when i’ve finished the final thirteenth point. Stapana and i pen Our/our names in heavy felt tip black, yet She is still obsessed with the need of redder ink to secure my signature. Goddess will extract my DNA, my blood to seal my mark. With eight final full strength whip lashes, my backside skin splays wide open and She harvests slave blood to complete the signing.

The contact pages are tossed freely to the floor and Goddess retorts in full vibrato to “Kiss My name slave.” In all my slave years i’ve kissed images of, shown respect for a Ladies whip, Her shoe, Her boots, Her cock, Her garment, the ground She walks on, and Her hand. Yet never have i been commanded to kiss the signature of Her name.

This mere act burns indelible into my psyche. The words have been written, the signatures attached, my life-force extracted, and the solemn act of an Ownership Contact, enforceable and in place. Every time i bow in the flesh before The One who owns me, i am pulled intensely by Her acts. Willingly and unexpectedly seduced to even deeper levels of submission that can only lead to one concrete destination. Total slavery under the Goddess Ezada Sinn. Maybe there is a chance that my life, a life of a slave will find true purpose. Yes, i am blessed and there are signed words which help reminds me of that joyous fact. That i am the realized and bound property of the One who contractually owns me.

Stapana mea, the Goddess Ezada Sinn.”

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06 10 2014

The collaring of Roger (part 2)

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As ordered I didn’t touch myself over the next few days, but it was difficult. All I could think about was the exquisite dominant lady that had forced me onto the floor at work to lick her boots. What a woman , all I could think about was her and how i might serve her again, I went up to the executive floor many times at work, any excuse to try and see her, but she either ignored me or cast me a withering glance ad if I was a piece of shit on her shoe. Such was my feverish state I began to imagine it hadn’t happened at all.

On Thursday I texted her number as instructed, saying it was me, and where was I to go to the following day. No answer at all that day and just as I was about to give up and go to bed a text popped up. It said, “Slave r, You have been brave and made the 1st step on your journey towards Me, the Goddess. The path will be painful and severe, as I demand suffering and tears in return for my tutelage and guidance. Bow and kiss the ground and thank me for this message” she included the address and what time I was to be there the following evening. Even though She would never know if I did it or not I found myself kneeling and then quickly kissed the ground and Said the words “Thank You Doamna”. I felt kind of stupid doing this there on my own, but I also had a massive stiff hard on, all I could think of was being allowed again to run my tongue over her shiny leather boots, my cock throbbed.

The next day passed in a blur, I took the afternoon off work and found myself parking my car around the corner from where She had instructed me to go. It was 7.55, I was told to be there at 8 o’ clock sharp. At 8 i walked up the pathway to Her door and rang the bell. No answer. I waited there for 5 minutes, then another 5, I thought maybe I had the wrong house. Just as I was turning to go I heard the unmistakable click clack of high heels walking on a wooden floor. I swallowed hard, did I really know that I was getting into, I started to sweat.

The door swung open and there She was, my Doamna, she wore a house coat but you could see underneath her wonderful attire, the classic femdom ensemble of thigh high boots and latex catsuit. She was a sight to behold. “Enter slave r” she said, an all knowing smile flashing across her beautiful face, her eyes burning into my soul. I had to avert my gaze. She closed the door quietly, took my face in her hand, raised my chin and said “what is it boy, you cannot even look at me in all my glory?” She laughed, “Now kneel, your head must be below mine at all times. Well good of you to show up but you had no choice really did you? You are a fly slowly entering my web by your own choice.” She let the house coat slip to the floor and turned to walk, I caught sight of a zip in the catsuit running from the front of her divine crotch right around and under her magnificent ass, I gulped again. “Pick up that house coat in your mouth slave and crawl down the corridor to my chambers, very good you will learn all my pet.”

I followed her as best I could, the corridors tiles although wooden were cold and hard and hurt my knees. We arrived at a large medieval looking metal door. She turned to me and said “Are you sure Slave r that you are ready to pass through this entrance gate? On doing so there is no going back , I am not forcing you, you enter by your own free will, but once inside you will be mine and manipulated and moulded into the male object I want You to be. You will be reborn, are you truly ready to suffer and cry real tears? for you must endure physical sacrifice to prove your devotion to me.” I was feverish now, and starting to tremble in anticipation and longing with the thought of serving this incredible woman. In an instant I pondered my fate, and in an instant I raised my face from below her and said “Dear Doamna, I beg You to allow me to cross this threshold and begin my journey into Your femdom universe. Everything else will cease to exist when in your presence, I beg for your guidance in showing me the true path to your ownership and ultimate rule over my being, please may I run my tongue over Your boot….? “

Mistress Ezada Sinn stood over me her hands on her hips, her eyes looking right through me, looking me up and down her thigh high boot 6 inches from me. She simply opened the door, walked through it and turned to face me, a slight smile playing across her beautiful Romanian face. Surely this woman was descended from Transylvanian royalty. I crawled across the entrance gate all the while gazing at Doamna, for I was bewitched, under her spell, her smile grew, and a cruel look entered her eyes, she slowly closed the door behind me. The start of my new life, my rebirth.

It was dark in the interior, with a red glow from some down lighting and the smell of scented candles. As my eyes grew accustomed to the light the first feature I noticed was a raised platform in the centre of the room, on this was a silver throne, fashioned after a medieval throne but silver and modern. It had silver hoops attached to the front and a seat that had a circular wooden hole in it. I gulped again and bowed my head.

“Now strip off naked boy” She ordered, her voice matter of fact but strict, “I want to inspect the goods”. I quickly stripped down to my underpants, discarded my clothes to the side and looked down at the floor, all the while I could feel Her eyes observing me, it was humiliating stripping like as if in a prison in front of another person, especially a beautiful haughty Goddess. She walked around me slowly, her hands on her hips, Her high heels clicking on the stone floor, circling Her newly acquired property. I was but a chattel now, some goods bought at auction for Her to do with as She pleased. My face burned red with embarrassment but my cock throbbed and lurched in my pants of its own free will. She laughed, “oh You silly boy” She tutted tutted, and then harshly “I said strip, take off your underpants as well so I can see all of the goods, do it NOW”! I quickly removed my pants and knelt before Her for inspection. “Hmm, not a bad body”She said almost to herself as if I wasn’t there, “cock isn’t a bad size, 6 and a half inches, but it will be mostly caged anyway, balls aren’t bad, big enough for my crop, clothes pegs, or whatever weights I attach”. She circled me again and then suddenly grabbed my head and forced my head back “open your slave mouth, I want to inspect your mouth and teeth, just like a farmyard animal ha ha”, she cruelly laughed as she forced her gloved hands into my mouth prised it open and inspected my teeth. I felt violated but still my cock ached and twitched. “Yes not bad slave, but now I want to see your other hole, your ass, it belongs to me now so bend over and spread those ass cheeks”. I did as She commanded and bent over both my hands spreading my cheeks wide so She could inspect my asshole. I felt utterly humiliated by now, also confused but also wildly aroused. I was bent over submissively being inspected by this amazing otherworldly dominant Goddess who i had only met 3 days previously. She let her gloved hand tub off my nipples as she circled around to inspect me. “it looks very tight to me slave, an anal virgin no doubt, is that correct”? …”Yes Doamna, I stammered…”….. “What’s that boy? She said gleefully revelling in my humiliation”….”Yes I am an ass Virgin Doamna, nothing has been up there before”. “Ha, I love it, I will take great delight deflowering your tight little cherry asshole, I will spend a whole afternoon dedicated to it with many of my wonderful strap ons, you will learn to love being pegged by your Goddess, ok enough now to the business at hand”.

Mistress Ezada said nothing but simply grabbed me gently by the hair and walked past me, I crawled behind, the tug on my hair jolting me back to reality. She took her rightful place upon her throne, crossed her legs and simply pointed at her booted heel. The instruction was simple, I leaned forward and ran my slave tongue over her leather boot, the taste of leather and dirt from the floor was exhilarating, I had dreamed of this moment the past few days and could feel myself entering a trance like state. I heard from above a beautifully husky voice command ” do it properly, take the heel in your mouth and suck it” her voice was sterner now, the demand more forceful.

It was time to be properly initiated into slavehood. Maybe a few years later I would be branded with her initials as a sign of her ownership of me? but now the bond that would tie us together would be that of a collar around my neck. This would symbolise that I was owned by Her, and when wearing it i was merely her dog on a leash. She did not say this but I instinctively knew that She now wanted to place her collar around my servile neck. She reached for the collar from the arm of the throne and now uncrossing her legs she placed the collar in her lap, She simply pointed at it, no words were needed. As I reached forward I heard again her sexy foreign accent “Hmm, no not yet, lets savour the moment for it is a very special and sacred one, down and lick my boots again, this time from the bottom to the top of my thigh boots, quick long strokes with your filthy slave tongue.” I spent a long time licking her boots and mouthing her heels, then she ordered me to slowly with tiny kisses cover every inch of her thigh high boots. I could feel my Doamna restlessly shift her ass occasionally above me and knew she was getting very aroused by my servile display, her mere property kneeling before her worshipping her boots, what power She must have felt. As I occasionally licked near the top of her thigh highs I could detect the sweet aroma of her pussy though her catsuit, this drove me wild and made me lick the leather more vigously. She toyed and played with me like this for about 30 minutes, my slave tongue ached. Finally She said “it is time”. She again reached for the collar and laid it in her lap. I placed my face on her lap the collar open beneath my neck. In that moment I felt an odd maternal feeling emanating from my Doamna and was again almost a little boy seeking guidance and reassurance from the eternal universal feminine figure. Doamna said these words “slave r, are you ready to receive your slave collar and wear it well? It is my symbol of ownership over You, Once accepted You are physically and spiritually bound to me forever throughout the ages. Even if I dismiss You at a later date You will still be mine in your own mind, are you ready to accept this and all it might entail? You will suffer real pain and tears in exchange for my guidance and training of your mind and body”.,there was a lull and silence as the true significance of her words echoed around the room. I was almost in a trance, I managed to blurt out “Yes Doamna, I accept my place beneath you as your slave and properly, it was fated to be, I was born to serve You and although not knowing it my whole life so far has merely been a journey leading me to this point where I now bow down before You to enter the new light. Yes please Doamna, collar me and own me, take me as your slave and follower”. With this I heard a click as the collar was closed about my neck. Doamna again raised my chin so my face looked up to hers, she said. “Now slave r, gaze upon the face of your new high Priestess and owner, I expect great things from You, you are lucky to be chosen from so many. Over the coming months you will be trained and tested to your limit, if You overcome these hurdles and move closer to me in understanding as the Goddess, and I have judged you to have cried enough tears and endured enough physical pain the rewards are ecstatic and limitless both physically and mentally” with that she attached a leash to my new collar and tethered me to one of the rings on the side of the throne. She rose and walked over to a cabinet built into the wall I had not noticed. She opened the doors, inside was a vast array of whips, canes, floggers, butt plugs, dildoes and strap ons in varying sizes and colour, and many other gizmos and instruments I could only wonder what their purpose served, i gulped again, real fear now engulfing me. She selected a crop and turned to face me hands on both hips a cruel smile crossing her lips, her heels clicked across the cold stone floor as she approached me. I bowed my slave face to the floor…

01 05 2014

When I hold the whip…

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This is letter from My slave, medor:

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“Sleeping or not, I dream of being with You very often. In my dreams, of course, You are dressed in black leather, with your high boots, with your hair pulled behind, and, of course, You hold a long whip in your hand…
   So classical !
   What is not so classical is the intense reaction I have, when I see You like that. It is like an electric shock.
   Suddenly, You are here, in front of me, in majesty, so dazzlingly beautiful, so strong and powerful. And I feel so ugly, so weak, so impotent, but also irresistibly attracted by You, irresistibly in love with You. It is really as if I was in front of a shining Goddess, my Goddess whom I desire so much, and I cannot escape to adore Her, to be subjected to all Her wills and desires.
    I know that, very soon, I shall have to suffer, more or less. But I am so happy to show Her that I want to obey and to please Her. So happy to live intensely with Her for a few minutes. So happy to show Her that I love Her !

   When You hold the whip, I feel like your servant your obedient and respectful servant, eager to fulfil all your needs, secretly submissive and secretly in love with his Mistress. And I like it.

   When You hold the whip, I feel like a worm, your little worm, so disgusting and dribbling, so ugly, negligible, and insignificant, that You might crush it under the sole of your boot. And I like it.

   When You hold the whip, I feel like your dog, I am your medor, avid of smelling your fragrance, your body, your clothes, your undergarments; eager to rub itself against your body, against your belly, against your legs, between your legs; your medor trying to lick your body everywhere.

   When You hold the whip, I feel like a little boy, your little boy. And You are my mum. And I know that I have done something silly, and that You will have to punish me. But I know also that I deserve it, that You have to punish me for my greater benefit, that You have to train me, to educate me, to bring me up, and that You do so only because You love me.

When You hold the whip, I like to feel that I surrender, I submit, I open myself to your wills and desires, even if it hurts. So I want to receive as much as possible from You, to intensify the link between us, and to feel or prove that I like You more and more and better.

When You hold the whip, it is more a symbol than a tool for punishing me, the symbol of your power, your absolute power upon me. So it is the ultimate proof that I am completely seduced , completely in love with You. And that’s why I like it so much !

your medor”

11 04 2014

Position Manual for submissive males – Position 4: Doormat

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The name tells it all. He is her doormat. The slave will lay on his back in front of the Mistress. His belly should be close to her feet. His arms are stretched out on his side, palms – as in most postions- showing up.

Use the doormat to clean your shoes. Step on it. Great position to start some breathtaking smothering too…

The sign with the hands is simple. The Mistress will move her open hand, palm up, from left to right and back. Her hand so symbolizes the lying slave.