slave training

07 07 2015

A preparation for a dinner – weekend break in Greece

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Story based on real facts, written by My collared slave purcelus. Some of the pictures attached to story are low quality because they were taken with My phone. Follow Me on Twitter for real time updates about My lifestyle.

“I remember my first evening in Greece with My Goddess Ezada. After 2 hours on the road under rain, we arrive in a very nice 5* hotel. One of the best location to celebrate 2 years under My Goddess’s boots.

I did the Check-In and we discovered our room with a nice Jacuzzi on a balcony. It was around 7 PM. My mistress was hungry. But after a long trip by plane and car, She wants to prepare Her for the dinner.

During this time, she showed me Her uncompromising Power.

“Strip Off Slave”

Then She lead me by my collar She had taken care to drop me off at the airport toward the bathroom. She put my head in the toilet, tied my balls to my feet very strongly. So, my balls were really exposed to the sadistic thoughts of my mistress.

“Stay there, piece of shit, don’t move”.

Then she closed the toilet bowl. I stayed there during more than 30 minutes, with head down. I apologize that I don’t like to wait a long time without anything to do. Even when my Mistress gives me free time, I get bored easily when I am not close to Her. One of my faults, I admit. But I see Her so few.

toilet slave — With his head in the toilet

I could discern that my Mistress is doing Her makeup. I imagined that She is doing the unique eyelashes, put Her lipstick, black eyebrows and give more volume to Her hair.

Suddenly, I hear Her heels on the ground approaching the toilet. My Goddess put delicately a whip on my back : a dog whip. I was at Her mercy, could only receive Her whip kisses to celebrate our first night. But I never imagined that I would live. She used Her whip on my back and ass. 10 strokes, not more. Then My Goddess told me with a big laugh:

“I will whip your balls.”

I was terrified. She already whipped my cock but never my balls. I count 10 strokes. It was an intense pain. This pain was definitely more intense in my head that on my balls. I could only hear the hiss of the whip in the air before slamming louder on my balls. She stopped and my Mistress opens the toilet bowl:

“Your balls are black. Well done!”

While She undid my ties that did the junction between my balls and my feet, I did not dare raise my head. I was too scared to see the state of my balls. Completely destroyed, black and blues or cut open?

Then I raise my head shyly. My balls are blue. I feel weak, like a little faint. I could not get on my knees, my head was spinning, I had to sit a few moments. Maybe due to stay 30 minutes with head down or due to the view on the color of my (Hers) balls.

My Mistress is very strong to cause my unease with few strokes and one kick in my cock. Then She took me in Her arms. As I gradually found my spirits as I sketched a sense of pride. I was proud to be able to offer my balls in a way too extreme for my Love and Owner. Moreover I thought that my Mistress has never done this kind of game before, so it was a beautiful proof of love from Her to start our wonderful weekend. Obviously because once again, as usual, She led me to an unknown horizon so easily, so quickly, so naturally.

I was happy even if my balls were not pretty to watch. To be honest, since this evening, despite I am always afraid when my Mistress hold Her whip to crack it on my balls, certainly due to the fact that a stroke could be fatal definitely, I adore this intense moment of love. I offer my balls to my Owner. She has the right to destroy them forever, for Her unique pleasure, for our unique Love.

My Mistress said : “stand up, dress up, I’m hungry”. [Mistress Ezada’s note: eating dinner with Me was a surprise for My slave – while I was getting ready I told him I am going out with another man]

Then we eaten at the restaurant. I never saw my Mistress so beautiful in Her black dress, never seen her so cheerful, lively. My Goddess was so happy and I was filled with joy to share these moments together. This is the strongest feeling to admire her radiant and smiling Empress.

We are going back to the room, just by opening the door, She said with a mischievous air :

“From now on, you will wait me into this position every time. Your place is here, in my toilet bowl. Is that clear, slave purcelus?”

Henceforth, i have never get bored while waiting for my Mistress. She continues to push my limits every day. The proof, the next day She used the toilet before prepare Herself for the breakfast. I will narrate you this story next days. The trip was UNIQUE owing to Mistress Ezada, my UNIQUE Owner.

slave purcelus”

sleeping in cold — Punished to sleep on the balcony, in the cold

I recorded most of My play with a camera on the tripod. If you are curious to see the clips, click here.

20 05 2015

A lost puppy! part 2 – The imprisonment

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“As I unashamedly wept tears of relief at the booted feet of my Mistress the stark reality of my situation had dawned on me. My Mistress, my Owner has total control of my life. She controls every facet of my meagre existence. I could have been left to try and survive on the streets of Bucharest locked in chastity for ever. Such realisation made me cling desperately to my Mistress’s legs fearing that if I ever let go I may never see Her again.

She reached down and lifted my chin with the handle of Her whip, the whip that had repeatedly lashed down on my back earlier. “Look at Me slave”

She wore a long black leather coat with Her beautiful shapely figure silhouetted against the night sky. She looked down on me, a pathetic simpering wreck, and spoke as She smiled a wickedly sadistic smile.

“I am not finished with you yet. You might have thought your ordeal was over. It may be just beginning!”

“Remove all your clothes and place them in the trunk of the car” Her tone was such that to hesitate for one second would have seriously painful consequences. I quickly obeyed, like an obedient puppy.

“Stand”

As I did so She indicated the collaring position and smartly fitted my slave collar.

“Turn, hands behind your back” Next thing I knew my hands were cuffed. A leather belt was tied above my elbows forcing my shoulders back in a painful position.

“Open your mouth”

I felt a ball gag depress my tongue. It was tied very tightly.

“In” She motioned for me to get into the car. I sat down awkwardly, it is a little difficult when your hands are cuffed behind you and with my elbows bound as well I was made to sit bolt upright. The tightness of the ball gag was very uncomfortable causing me to dribble in a most undignified fashion.

Mistress sat beside me and instructed the driver to go. It soon became clear that we were heading back into the city. Although I knew it must be quite late Bucharest is a buzzing city at night time and the streets were packed with people. The bright lights of the city illuminated the car and I was conscious of people staring at me in my naked state save for my collar, chastity cage, ball gag and restraints, pointing and laughing at my predicament. I have never felt so humiliated. Mistress however found it highly amusing even telling the driver to stop by a store as She went in to buy something. How I hated sitting there in such an uncomfortable position, dribbling while people stopped and stared and laughed. Please let this be over soon, I kept saying to myself.

Eventually we moved on and as we pulled into what I thought was the same underground car park of the apartments Mistress dropped another terrifying bombshell.

“I have cancelled your flight for tomorrow”

I thought and hoped we were returning to the apartment where I would spend the rest of the evening serving and pampering my Mistress and the next day I would return home.

The car was parked and the driver let my Mistress out and when he opened my door Mistress fitted a lead to my collar and roughly pulled me awkwardly out of the car.

“On your knees”

I followed dutifully as She tugged on the lead but it was so difficult to move with my hands and arms bound the way they were. The combined aroma of Her leather coat and boots and expensive perfume was very arousing and despite my predicament I could feel my cock ( well it is not actually my cock, it is the property of my Mistress and an item of property over which She has total control) pushing painfully against the restrictions of its metal imprisonment.

Instead of heading to the elevator as I thought, we reached some steps.

“Stand”

I followed Her down a narrow staircase that led to a dimly lit chamber. It was dank and a little cold. As I looked around I could see a row of prison cells. The whole scene looked familiar and I realised it was very much like the prison of the OWK. Fear and anxiety gripped me as I once again was conscious of the hopelessness of my situation and that I was under the absolute control of Goddess Ezada.

Mistress led me towards one of the cells.

“On your knees” Mistress then untied the belt which had pulled my elbows together in such an uncomfortable way and then released the cuffs on my wrists. What a great relief that was although I suspected I would not be free of restraint for very long. The ball gag was also removed from my aching jaws.

“Waiting position”

The click of Her high heels echoed in this forbidding place. I jumped at the sound of metal hitting the floor beside me.

“Kneel”

I saw then lots of heavy looking chain, a collar and shackles.

“Lift the collar and put it around your neck” It was so heavy it was difficult to lift but I managed to get it into position. Mistress then tightened and adjusted it before snapping a padlock shut to keep it in place. It was so heavy I could hardly move my head.

The same procedure followed with the ankle and wrist shackles, again uncomfortably heavy items that I knew would chafe my skin with the slightest movement.

Mistress then took hold of the equally heavy chain and threaded it through the D rings on the collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. As She was doing so She had laid Her whip on the floor, the very whip that had caused me such pain earlier in the day. And as I looked at it I recognised it as the very symbol of Her total power, control and ultimate authority over Her lowly subject.

Once She had expertly completed the threading of the chain I realised that She had done it in such a way that I could not stand and the best I could do was an awkward and uncomfortable crouch.

“Crawl over here slave” The steel was cold against my skin and it clanked noisily as I obeyed Her command.

“Now you will eat and drink like the dog that you are”

There were 2 bowls on the floor, one had what looked like some dry bread and some unrecognisable bits that must have been leftovers from someone’s meal. The other bowl was empty. I was so hungry. I had had no food all day and all I had to drink was some water which had been infused with Mistress’s golden nectar in the restaurant.

“Your food looks a little dry so because I am a kind and considerate Owner I am going to help you”

She laughed as She squatted over the bowl of disgusting looking food and relieved Herself all over it. Mistress then took the empty bowl and filled it also with Her pee.

“Now slave you will eat like the dog you are. You will understand that any time I graciously allow you food and drink you will consume it all like a dog, without hesitation or complaint. If you fail to do so any time I will punish you very hard, the privilege of food and drink will be withdrawn and you will be tightly gagged until you learn to conform. Do you understand slave?”

Her words frightened me in the same way as a puppy must feel when being harshly spoken to.

“Yes Mistress, I understand.”

“Eat. And to help you I am going to encourage you with My whip. You see how kind I am?”

“Yes Mistress”

“And if you should be sick at any time I will regard that as an insult to My kindness. First you will lick it up and you will then be punished accordingly. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress”

I lowered my face to the bowl and as I slurped up the first mouthful of what had now become a mushy substance I felt a blaze of pain across my back as Mistress brought Her whip down on my already tender flesh. She rhythmically whipped me as I tried to slurp the foul tasting food down as quickly as I could.

“The sooner you finish the sooner the pain stops” She laughed as I struggled and wretched. I managed to finish the food although getting the last bits out of the bowl was difficult but the repeated blazes of fire across my skin was all the motivation I needed.

“Drink every drop of My gorgeous nectar and do not dare spill any. I hope you appreciate what a lucky dog you are. Other dogs only get water, you get My Champagne”

I slurped for all I was worth and finished as quickly as I could but by the time I did my back and ass were ablaze with the pain from Mistress’s incessant flogging.

“Good boy. Now crawl after Me”

With that She led me into the first cell. I could not see into any of the other cells so I did not know if She had any other prisoners. The floor was covered in straw, there was no bed. There was a chain attached to a solid ring in the wall and Mistress attached it to my collar and padlocked it.

“There is a bucket in the corner. If you need to pee you will cock your leg over it like a dog and pee. You better memorise where it is as soon it will be pitch black in here. There is enough chain for you to reach it. Maybe!” She laughed.

With the heavy and restrictive chains it was difficult to assume any sort of comfortable position other then being curled up in a foetal position.

“It has been a long day slave. I am sure you would appreciate a nice warm shower”

With that Mistress stood over me, pulled Her panties to one side and sure enough “treated” me to a long warm shower!

She laughed as She closed the door of the cell and locked it.

“Sweet dreams slave!! I may return in the night – not that you will know if it is night or day – and warm you up with My whip. Then again I might not!”

Her echoing heels clicked away in the distance and as the sound faded the dim lights were switched off. I heard an outer door close and be locked.

I lay there in the eeriness of the silent darkness. I was in a pool of my Mistress’s golden nectar in my uncomfortable foetal position with the unbearably heavy chains hurting my neck wrists and ankles. I felt so scared and so vulnerable. I had no idea of how long my Mistress intended to keep me as Her prisoner, 1 day, 1 week, 1 month, for ever…………”

To be continued….

01 04 2015

A lost puppy! part 1 – How it started

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“To be in the presence of Mistress Ezada is to be in the presence of the ultimate Female Supremacist. Enslaved to Mistress Ezada you surrender control over every aspect of your life, you willingly surrender your pride, your dignity and your ego. You exist solely to serve, obey, and please your Mistress and to suffer purely for Her pleasure. Your submission and obedience must be total and all consuming. Just like a devoted puppy. This is no fantasy, this is real life in the world of Mistress Ezada Sinn. She has no need to raise Her voice or to shout, just a mere look or the raising of an eyebrow is all it takes for you to cower in obedience, to kneel at Her feet awaiting your guidance and instruction. Like a devoted puppy.

Last December I was summoned to visit Mistress in Her home town of Bucharest to “undergo further training”. I was told in no uncertain terms that this would be the sternest test yet of my obedience and devotion, of my willingness to suffer for my Mistress and to submit my mind, body and soul. Total and unwavering submission without question, without hesitation. I knew deep down that this was a test I had to pass if I was to be allowed to continue in service to my Mistress but the steeliness in Her words scared me. I had no idea what to expect, apart from the unexpected, and yet I felt the strong pull of Her authority and dominance. I had no choice.

“When you arrive at Bucharest airport you will stand immediately outside the arrivals hall to the right and there you will await collection. You will keep your head bowed at all times and you will not move from that position no matter how long it takes”. I emerged nervously from the arrivals hall and followed Her clear instructions. With my head bowed it was difficult for me to see but I knew the airport was very busy and that it would not be long before people would be wondering why I was standing there with my head down. Just like an obedient puppy. Was She there, was I being watched?! I dare not move a muscle just in case and of course I am fearful of the painful consequences of disobeying a direct order from my Mistress.

“You will not wear any jewellery, carry any money or credit cards or have a mobile phone in your possession”. So I had no idea of time or how long I had been waiting. I felt lonely, exposed and vulnerable. But like an obedient puppy I did not move. After what seemed like an eternity and with all sorts of scary thoughts filling my head I was aware of someone immediately in front of me. A card was held out with my slave name on it and one word was spoken – “follow”. I was put in the back of a car, the weather was very cold and flurries of snow filled the air as the car was driven off. I felt cold and exposed not knowing where I was being taken. There was no conversation with the driver. Eventually we arrived in an underground car park and I followed the driver into an elevator. There was a dark foreboding about this place. We went up to what turned out to be an apartment, the driver pointed to the bathroom and ushered me in before closing and locking the door from the outside. And switching out the light.

Once again anxiety gripped me tightly. I am locked in a small room in total darkness, not knowing where I am. I do not speak the language and I have no money or credit cards or means of communication with the outside world. Like a frightened puppy I pondered my fate. I was filled with fear and uncertainty. Luckily I had the presence of mind to remove my clothing and assume the waiting position hoping that the next person I would see in my life would be my Mistress. I know also that failure to memorize and immediately execute any of Mistress’s 10 slave positions on demand has a very painful consequence. I fumbled in my bag for my slave collar and chastity device and lay them on the floor beside me as I waited.

Again I lost all sense of time as I shivered in the cold and wallowed in my helplessness. My ears strained for the slightest noise that would signal the presence of my divine Mistress. My imagination ran riot with every slight sound that I heard. I lost count of how many times I thought I heard a door opening. And then it happened, I heard a door opening and closing. Heels clicked slowly on the hardwood floor. Please let this be my Mistress! The heels moved around backwards and forwards as I knelt expectantly and hopefully in the waiting position, my knees now sore and my back starting to cramp. But thinking this must be Mistress my spirits were lifted, if I had a puppy tail it would be wagging with anticipation.

At last I heard the bathroom door being unlocked, my eyes blinked as they became accustomed to the light filling the room having been in the dark for so long. I dare not move. The heels clicked around in front of me and immediately I recognized Mistress’s beautiful thigh length leather boots. The smell of the leather was intoxicating and as Mistress ordered me to worship Her boots. I was overcome with relief and happiness, just like a puppy seeing it’s owner. I rejoiced in my mind at the thought of being in the presence once again of my amazing Mistress. “Follow on your hands and knees and bring your collar and chastity” . I dutifully obeyed. “Present balls”. Taking up the required position Mistress then deftly fitted my chastity device. Next was the hand signal for collaring. At this stage my head was still bowed and all I have seen is Her boots and hands as She fitted the chastity. I moved my head forward for collaring and as She fitted the symbol of Her ownership She took my chin between Her thumb and forefinger and slowly raised my head until Her deep dark and entrancing eyes looked down into mine. Her beauty is totally overwhelming, She always looks truly stunning in images but nothing compares to the definition of Her divine features in real life exquisitely framed by Her long black lustrous hair. She leaned forward so that Her full cherry red lips were by my ear. “For the next 12 hours I am going to test every aspect of Your obedience, servitude and suffering for My pleasure. So far today You have done quite well, but Your ordeal is just beginning. I can only hope that you are strong enough to survive the test. You do not want to know about the consequence of failure.”

I knew from the look in Her eyes and the strong and unequivocal determination in Her seductive voice that I would have to take much physical and mental pain to satisfy Her desires. Chains were fitted to my arms and legs and She led me by the collar back to the bathroom where I was chained and padlocked to the toilet. Prior to that She had relieved Herself into the toilet and as my head was forced down and the lid closed I was told to deeply inhale the heavenly scent. Once again in the dark I was scared and frightened of what was likely to follow. She returned eventually to retrieve Her now shaking puppy.

She was dressed in the most amazing outfit I have ever seen. A sheer black top was stylishly offset by a bright red tight corset which accentuated Her amazing figure. Her legs were adorned by satin opaque tights and the whole outfit rounded off with stunning black patent leather over the knee boots.Kneeling upright in front of Her She proceeded to torture my nipples with Her incredible stiletto nails. Fear enveloped me, no words were spoken but the cruel smile on Her face told me that things were about to get a lot worse for me. But for Her, much more pleasurable.

As She secured me tightly bound over a work surface, with my legs separated by a seemingly huge spreader bar, She filled my mouth with a ball gag and whispered in that seductive tone “Now your are in trouble. I am gagging you to muffle your screams. I am highly aroused at the thought of whipping you and then violating your man pussy with My strap on. The more you suffer the more I will be aroused and I warn you now that I intend on having many satisfying orgasms at your expense”

I could feel myself sweating with fear. My gagged mouth was dry. And then I felt my back and backside being rhythmically flogged, the tails of the flogger appearing to get heavier and heavier as She applied more pressure to Her strokes. After a few minutes She stopped but my relief was short lived when She told me that was just the warm up. “Now You will feel the kisses of My favourite snake whip before My black Russian whip lashes across your skin” I could feel and sense Her arousal at the thought. I managed to move my head slightly so that I could see a reflection of Her image in the glass. I saw Her raise Her arm and then I felt the sting of the first of countless lashes across my back and ass. I experienced a strange mixture of emotions. I could appreciate the grace and style with which Mistress wields Her whips, She is an absolute natural and makes whipping an art form. The pain of each lash became more excruciating. My skin was on fire. Never before had I known such pain. But I could see Her becoming aroused, I could sense Her pleasure. Any slaves goal is to please his Mistress so I felt an odd satisfaction in knowing that my Mistress was deriving much pleasure from my suffering. The whipping continued relentlessly as Her arousal grew. And then it stopped. But there was more suffering to come as I felt Her fingers start to lubricate my tight man pussy. I could hear Her fitting Her strap on and then I felt it start to slowly penetrate me. It seemed huge as She eased it into a reluctant orifice. And the She proceeded to ride me vigorously, so much so that I thought I was going to be split apart. It was hugely intense as She pleasured Herself in this way and again I felt that strange satisfaction of knowing how much it was pleasing Her.

She eventually withdrew Her cock and untied me. As I sank to the floor I instinctively worshipped Her boots before She pulled me to worship Her amazing ass. Tears filled my eyes as I embraced Her legs. I never wanted to let Her go. “Good boy” She whispered a number of times and like an obedient puppy I knew that my Mistress was satisfied. My skin was still on fire and my ass ached and stung but I felt so good that my Mistress had been satisfied with my performance.

She graciously allowed me to kneel beside Her and to recover my senses before announcing “All this pleasure has made Me hungry, soon we will go out, you have 15 minutes to prepare yourself. Do not think that your test is over”

Her words once again filled me with alarm and fear. What more is She going to do to test me. From feeling satisfied that I had given Her pleasure once again uncertainty and worry filled my mind. I was ready within the 15 minutes and whilst She was preparing She took me to face the wall and placed a small coin in front of me before pushing my nose against it saying “If you will let this little coin fall before I am ready I will whip you again, and so hard that it will be a long time before you can sit down” To ensure I didn’t use my hands whilst She was not looking She cuffed them behind me.

She seemed to take a long time but I guess it wasn’t really. My face ached as it felt like I was trying to push the wall down just to hold that little coin in place. I heard Her heels and thought that She was ready but alas no, She was just testing me! She did this a few more times before finally releasing me from this little torment chuckling to Herself as She did so. I was so relieved to have held the coin in place – the numbness in my nose and face would have been nothing compared to another whipping on my already ravaged ass.

Mistress looked so wonderful with an apparently satisfied glow as we left the apartment to take a taxi to what I discovered was Her favourite restaurant. As we sat down She still had a devilish look in Her eyes that caused anxiety and worry. She proceeded to order a delicious meal of wild boar and vegetables whilst I was permitted just a glass of water. Even then there was a twist as She retrieved a small bottle from Her bag and emptied the contents into my water. “A little of My Champagne to add to the taste” She mockingly laughed! All I could do was watch Her eat and enjoy Her wine and at the same time marvel at Her mesmerizing beauty. I was hungry and clung to the hope that like a good puppy I might be allowed some scraps from Her plate. Alas it was not to be and my suffering only increased when She ordered Her favourite desert. All I could do was look on drooling with the hunger.

Mistress the grinned at me as She left the table telling me She had some business to attend to. “Stay here and do not move” were the words that rung in my ear as She departed the restaurant. I sat there dutifully, like an obedient pup. I had no idea of time but thought it must be quite early as the restaurant was quiet. Every time the door opened I thought it would be my Mistress returning. Diners came and went. I attracted a lot of stares in that restaurant as I was not eating and had only a tiny drop of “special” water left in my glass. As the restaurant filled I was becoming very anxious and worried. I had no idea how long my Mistress was going to be gone. What if something had happened to Her? What if She had been involved in an accident? Why was She taking so long? Here I was in a strange country, I have no money, no credit cards, my passport is in my bag in an apartment but I have no idea where that apartment is. I have no mobile phone and do not speak the language. My head jerks around every time I hear the door but to no avail.. As the restaurant empties I am filled with fear at the helplessness of my situation. Eventually I was the last one in the restaurant, not having moved from where I was told to stay some hours earlier. The waiters and staff clear up and strip down the tables. The restaurant is about to close. I am close to absolute panic thinking that if my Mistress does not return in a few minutes what am I to do. I cannot pay the bill and I will be unable to explain anything.

The manager finally comes to the table, my Romanian is non existent and his English is very poor. I thought he said he was going to call the police because I would not pay the bill but could not be sure. He disappeared, what was he doing? I could end up in a prison cell. I had joked to myself early on just after Mistress left that if She didn’t return I might be spending the rest of my life washing dishes here. Now the reality of the situation was really frightening. Nobody in the world, only my Mistress, knew where I was. The hopelessness of my situation scared me so much. I did not know what to do. Never have I felt so alone and vulnerable. The manager returned but I could not understand what he was saying to me and I could not explain my predicament. Help! Where is my Mistress?!!

Finally he gestured for me to get up and showed me to the door. He had to close the restaurant as it was now late and I could no longer wait inside. At least I think that was what he was trying to say. I guess he had understood that I had no money but thankfully he did not appear to have called the police. As I was ushered outside and the door locked behind me I was so frightened. Not so much a frightened pup, but a stray one abandoned in the streets to fend for itself. I was so cold, so alone, so vulnerable and scared beyond belief. I sat down on the pavement and tried to evaluate the situation and work out what I could do. But it was hopeless. I had nothing and could not communicate. Even if I found a police station how am I going to explain and who is going to believe such a story.

I sat there desperate with my head in my hands and all I have to convince anyone of my story is some whip marks, a sore ass and a chastity device! There were not many people around and this appeared to be a quiet residential part of town. Each time I heard a voice or saw a passer by I hoped it would be Her but each time my hopes were dashed.

As I pondered my fate thinking of the possibility of ending up living rough on the streets of Bucharest a car pulled up on the other side of the road. A figure emerged but it was dark and I could not see. But I heard the clip of heels on the road and I recognized them. They sound so much like those of my Mistress. My little heart raced, is it really Her? Please let it be Her! The steps grew closer and as I looked up and the figure emerged from the darkness I realized it was my Mistress!!! She stood beside me and I dropped to my knees wrapping my arms around Her ankles and slavishly kissing Her boots. Never have I felt so relieved, just like a lost puppy reunited with it’s owner. What a heavenly moment. I was exhausted physically and mentally as my Mistress leaned down and patted my head saying “Good boy, you have passed the test!” I unashamedly wept tears of relief and happiness. My ordeal was over… or was it?”

story by My slave len, based on real facts.

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06 12 2014

The Importance of Boot Worship in male slavery

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There are three fundamentals in the life of a male who aspires to be one of My collared slaves. The first is that he will be broken by My whip and must learn to love its kisses and the pain it brings him because they are a gift from Me. The second is that he will be permanently locked in chastity under My absolute control, so that all his sexual impulses are reprogrammed to serve Me rather than his own self-gratification. The third of this Holy Trinity of guiding principles for my slaves is the ritual of worshipping My boots.

Male submissives who have already learned unquestioning obedience to My whip and unresisting submission to My control over their manhood are already quite far along the path of complete re-programming as My slaves. But I demand much more, and I need to be able to measure their progress along the downward path into total slavery and the sacred ritual of worshipping My boots gives me the means to do just that.

I have decreed 10 separate steps which all male slaves must perform impeccably in order to fully please Me with their worship. Normally I demand that this ritual is performed by the slave from the waiting position before My throne, and begins on the command : “Worship My Boots, slave!”. But I can, and often do, give this command in other situations. It is My absolute right as a Goddess and Owner of male slaves

1. Kissing the Tip of My Boot

These are the first kisses of submission and devotion and tell Me much about the slave’s state of mind. Very slow, deliberate, respectful and reverent kisses are required, which convey to Me his total acceptance of My rule over him. he should show Me by his reverence that he is offering himself in total sacrifice to Me.

2. Kiss around the boot

The slave must kiss all the way round the upper part of My boot, from the Toe to the Heel on both sides. This requires that he puts his head into some awkward and uncomfortable positions for him, especially if his hands are fixed behind his back whether by manacles or in mental bondage. In this latter case, I may assist his balance by pulling on his leash, which often produces a pleasing choking effect as he works to please Me with his submission. he must show me with these kisses that he will suffer to please Me, that his own comfort and pleasure are completely subordinated to My Will.

The kisses should increase in frequency and intensity as he works his way around the inside and outside of My Foot and back to the Toes.

3. Lick the boot

The slave must now use his tongue to lick clean all the parts of My boot he has just kissed. The meaning here is that I own every part of his body and I can command any part of it to serve Me. I want to feel the slave’s tongue working to please Me through the leather of My Boot. This needs a great sacrificial effort to sustain for the cleaning of the whole Boot, and is therefore an important measure of the potential of a male slave.

4. Kiss the heel

Now the slave must show his worship of the lower parts of My Boot and show first his reverence for My Heel. he knows that My Heel can at any time inflict severe pain on his more sensitive parts and he must therefore show Me that he has the greatest possible respect for it.

5. Lick the heel

Having completed the kissing of My Heel the slave must now show deeper submission to its power by licking it clean. he must use long and powerful strokes of his tongue for this service, showing Me great self-sacrificial effort and totally ignoring his own discomfort.

6. Suck the heel

This act has very deep significance. The slave must take My heel into his mouth and suck on it with a passionate devotion and submission which demonstrates to Me that he is mine to use in any way I may wish. he must serve and satisfy even My heel, the lowest extremity of My Boot. he surrenders himself to My Heel in the same way that he may, in a previous life long, long ago, have imagined a Woman serving his penis.

7. Suck the tip of the boot

This is a further extension of the heel sucking step, and has much the same significance, but with the advantage that the slave is now fully in view at My feet. I can look into his eyes as he sucks passionately and devotedly on the tip of My Boot. I can see and feel the completeness of his adoration of his Goddess, the dog-like devotion as he looks up at Me from his lowly place. I see the humiliation, the fear, the surrender in his face and i know that I own him totally.

8. Lick the soles

At this point a small movement of My foot brings the sole of My boot to his mouth and i watch for his reaction. Will I have to give a command to lick it clean? Will it need a flick of My whip across his naked back to make it happen? Or will the slave automatically begin to clean the sole with the passionate self-debasement that I expect. Will he gag on the dirt and show reluctance to please Me? Or will he completely abandon all self-respect and give himself totally to the task of making the sole of My boot spotless. I always find it arousing to receive the abject homage of a slave’s tongue in this way and like to keep eye-contact with him as he performs his service. My collared slaves know that this stage of Boot worship must continue until i give the command to stop. i like to watch their eyes helplessly imploring Me to give that command, as their tongues become swollen and sore, but the more their eyes beg, the longer they must show Me their tongue worship.

9. Thanks

When at last I am satisfied with the submission of My slave to My boots, I give the command to stop and the exhausted slave must say a prayer of thanks to Me for granting him the privilege of worshipping My boots. I love to listen to these prayers from My slaves, as they humble themselves before Me, uttering vows of obedience and devotion. These are moments of great intimacy between My slaves and Me.

10. Waiting position

With a simple hand command, I order My slave back into the waiting position or, according to My whim, the doormat position at My feet. I place the boot he has worshipped on his head or his face and rest it there. The slave must lie motionless beneath My boot, contemplating his act of submission and worship, and taking into his head its deep meaning. he is My property, My prisoner. he belongs totally to Me alone. he has offered himself to Me in body, mind and soul, and I have taken complete ownership of him. I alone control him. I alone will decide what happens to him. he will know what it truly means to be one of My slaves.

Leather high heel overtheknee boot worship training Domina Ezada Sinn

30 09 2014

The Position Manual for submissive males – 10 basic positions (free download)

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No excuses for not knowing the positions!

Now you can download for free the 10 basic positions every submissive that wants to serve Me must learn by heart. Download now the Position manual for submissive males.

02 05 2014

Position Manual for submissive males – Position 7: Heel

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The name of this position might be a bit misleading but I like it anyway. Very much I do. I chose that name because “Heel!” is the most popular command for every dog and with this command the slave shall come as close to being a dog as at all possible. So it is the most “doggish” of all commands in the manual. This is why it is for sure one of My favorites.

“Heel!” is a general “multi purpose” position, basically to call him to the spot. The slave will get on all fours beside his Mistress, to Her left. his head will be close to her left thigh but in any case not touch it! Once she moves, he follows her on all fours, same pace, remaining with his head next to her left knee, closely watching her feet as she walks. The slave will of course make sure, that his head is a bit behind and never in front of her. he shall never make the impression to lead but always to be led.

The gesture for Heel! is one that every dog owner knows and will use instinctively. The Mistress twice claps her hand against the outside of her right thigh. So she demonstrates, where she wants the slaves head to be. I know that the command calls him to her legs and not really to her heels. Heel! just sounds so nice to my ears. I love it, when they are like dogs…

28 03 2014

Position Manual for submissive males – Position 2: Inspection

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This will usually be the second position he will assume after Waiting. His hands behinds his back, at least stripped to the waist (if not fully naked) he will present his body for your inspection. Make sure that he holds himself very straight, doing a hollow back, in no case bent forward or with a round back. His whole body must speak of tension, readiness, awareness, attendence for you.

The meaning of the Mistress’s gesture to symbolize the position is obvious. Her two opening and closing fingers silently say “Spread your legs … make yourself available for My inspection”.

21 03 2014

Position Manual for submissive males – Position 1: Waiting

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This is maybe the most important of them all. At least the one that you will use most often. Because as W/we all know the slave´s live is waiting and he sure will do so in Waiting Position.

The position of the head and the hands is of paramount importance here. Face down on the floor, palms up. By opening his palms to his Mistress the slaves shows his openness, his readiness to receive whatever she has to offer. Never let him get away with showing you the backside of his hands when in Waiting Position. I really cannot understand why so many people get that simple thing wrong.

The gesture translates the message of the position into body language. The Mistress´s hand says, “get down and then stay where you are”. The moving hand subdues the slaves body but at the same time is also protective, it says “submit to My power and show that you are Mine.”

Remember, I talked about the slave communicating with his Mistress in the beginning? This is a perfect example how he does. his open palms showing upwards match Her palms facing down. If it goes right, there will be a flow of energy between the dominant palm and the mirroring submissive palm. The body of the slave communicates his submission to the Mistress even though he does not speak, of course not. he will never speak when in Waiting position, this is an absolute no-go. Speaking would destroy his tension. he will not even be allowed to look up when in waiting position.

12 12 2013

Training My slaves

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People often ask Me how I did manage to train My slaves so well. Well that is fairly easy. Just treat them as what they really are: That is as dogs of course. Every serious Domme knows that. Ever seen when a well-trained dog watches his keeper with a loving look of boundless devotion, drooling, panting, his tongue hanging out of his gob? That is where you want to end up with your slave.

Men are so simple and therefore so very much different from the dominant gender. Men need simple rules and commands that they can then follow easily. In fact, deep inside they long and crave for such orders. Short orders that have to be stamped into their brains so they never again will forget. Do not deviate when giving orders, always give your commands the same way. So when you want him to get on all fours for example use one specific word or one distinct gesture for that order and never again change that to not confuse him. Think of the drill sergeants at a US Marines training camp and why they behave how they behave. Believe Me, this is the way it works.

What is of utmost importance is your immediate reaction to your slaves actions. He must at once feel and understand whether he behaved wrong or right. Whether he pleased or displeased his Mistress.

If he behaves well and follows you “goody-goody” give him a little reward. Some people say, that it is not necessary to reward a compliant slave. They say, that the slave shall serve his Mistress but never expect anything in return. That sure sounds good. Only problem with that concept based on My long experience: It just does not work unfortunately; apart from only a very few hard boiled findom slaves maybe. Sorry, but this is how it is. Every psychologist and every dog trainer will be in perfect agreement that positive behavior needs to be reinforced by positive feelings earned in return. This is not a matter of needless generosity towards your slave. It is a matter of giving him the right direction.

The reward will reinforce the obedience of the slave because it will make him feel good and he will always want to repeat and reinforce this good feeling. The slave does cherish and worship you so much that seeing and feeling how he has successfully pleased you will be a wonderful experience for him. Doesn’t have to be a big deal, patting his head and addressing him “there is My good puppy” with a soft voice will do a tremendous job on him. The important thing is to find his weak spot and then drill yourself into that. Do you understand what I am saying? It is the clear feedback that counts.

Very slowly but steadily increase the demand for a reward. In order to not only maintain but improve his position he will try ever harder to please you. It is best when this happens without him even taking notice. his sub consciousness should do this job for you. In the beginning he will receive his “good puppy” for just getting on all fours upon your command. Then it will be necessary that he also has nicely protruded his little ass, sometime later the reward will require that backside of his to wiggle to and fro … Steadily develop him, take him ever further, this is so important to keep him alert and responsive.

As there is reward, there also is punishment to be sure. In fact in most cases the punishment will by far outweigh the reward. Your possibilities with that are endless and you will for sure already have developed your own likes and specialties in this important field. So I do not have to go into much detail here. However don´t forget to be consistent and forceful in your reactions. You will practically always be able to react immediately if you really follow your concept. If you do not have a whip or crop at hand (something that honestly never happens to Me) slap his face, use a hairbrush, a wooden spoon, kick him with your booted foot, whatever. But punish him on the spot. There might be very very rare occasions when you cannot react at once or just don´t feel like it. Then at least tell him that you have noticed his misdemeanor and that you will punish him later for that. So he will understand that he has done wrong and know what to expect (and scary expectations can nicely work on him in the meantime).

Presenting reward and punishment is fairly easy when your slave is around. It is not that easy when he is farer away so that you do not have physical contact. Especially in a long distance relationship. It is more challenging but it works as well. In fact it is quite impressive what you can achieve long distance with a really devoted slave. I for example momentarily have a lot of fun with a foreign slave that has become a real addict to Me. His weak spot is his craving for My attention. Nothing makes him more happy then if I turn to him, nothing throws him into deeper despair than My negligence. Do I make use of that? You bet.

I keep him on a sparse diet. When he has ordered something for Me from My Amazon wish list he will get an e-mail that might consist of just one ore two words as a reward. That is my patting his head from a far. My “good puppy”. I know that he then inhales My words like the drowning shipwrecked gasps for air in the stormy sea. When I am really satisfied with him, I might send him one of My video clips as reward. When he writes Me his long mails or sends Me nice pictures or some good music and I have found fun and entertainment in that, I will tease him and announce a long answer that of course will never come. This is just to keep him on his toes, attentive, hopeful, alert. I know that he will then check his mail account incessantly over days hoping to once find this so very much desired answer from Me. But of course he won´t. Why should I waste My precious time writing long mails to a slave? But then again, when I can feel that his hope starts to faint, when he gets weaker, just before his desperation becomes overwhelming, I will lift him up again. By sending him just a couple of My miracle words that I know will set him alight with a burning fire of passion and devotion.

See, it works so simple. Dogs.

29 05 2013

Picture of the week 21 2013 – Sissy training – positions

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This is a still from My clip Sissy training lesson 4: Mistress Ezada’s ten step sissy training. This is one of the most important lessons, not only for sissies, but for any slave that wants to serve Me in the future: the ten basic positions that I use during live sessions and in online training. Look, learn and practice! I am always pleased when I see that My slaves have done their homework before coming to serve Me.