The door opens. i fall on my knees and kiss Goddesses feet. i’m home at Bucharest again! The only thing i dreamt of during the last weeks wearing chastity and watching Her clips. Completely overwhelmed by Her presence and Her stunning beauty! There’s nothing comparing to being close to Goddess! She is so absolutely perfect! Absolutely everything vanishes once i am at Her feet looking up at Her Divine smile. The whole journey and the fear of not pleasing Her the way She wants it seems to be washed away within seconds. Being with Her is all and everything i live for since i first saw Her on Internet. Since i’m one of Her boys there wasn’t one moment i didn’t feel happy and blessed!
She allows me some minutes at Her feet. Then She grabs me by the collar that i wear permanently since more than one year now. „I want You naked and showered.“ In no time i am upstairs putting my clothes of and taking a shower while my chastity is getting painfully small. Then i‘m back downstairs waiting for Her command. After half an hours of waiting i hear Her high heels on the stairs. She walks to Her throne and rings the bell after taking Her place. Full of fear i see the electric dog collar, a leather short with locks and a big buttplug on the chair beside the throne. In the back of the room there‘s a chair that looks like a toilet. Many things to think of seeing Her amused smile.
i crawl to Her on all fours and get on my knees present chastity with my right hand.
„Today We/we will go out for dinner with some friends of Mine. Since They don’t want to have My chattel in Their presence you will have dinner at a separate table while I have a nice talk with My vanilla friends. But I want to be entertained by you. I want your ass stuffed and the electric collar around your genitals. Start!“
After 15 minutes of desperate fight with the big butt plug i am finally finished. She locks the padlock of the leather shorts and smiles while the big plug already causes a big urge to go to the restroom…..“now it’s time to check the collar“ She announces. Seconds later i‘m on the floor crying and squirming in pain.
„I‘m sure this will be a great evening. The keys to the lock will stay here,“ She smiles.
Later She’s sitting at the table with Her friends laughing and enjoying the stories of Her company while i sit at my table not being allowed to show that i know Stapana, completely humiliated by the butt plug that i know will be taken out soonest at home and already being forced to bend over the table and squirm in pain several times by heavy electric shocks in my genitals causing an almost unbearable pain and urge to use the restroom though i know i will not use anything cause the butt plug is closing and filling me completely.
After hours She says good bye to Her friends and they get up. i call the waiter but he says She has already paid for me. Then She calls me to the table to say goodbye to Her friends. They smile at me knowingly and say that Stapana has trained Her boys very well! We talk a little outside and Her friends are obviously impressed by the power Stapana has over Her boys. And then we get into the taxi to drive home. Stapana is smiling very content. And i’m on a cloud! All i want is to see Goddess happy. She takes the remote control out of Her handbag. And then comes the pain again. Almost unbearable. Not moving too heavy now. Not start to cry! That’s all i think of sinking into the backseat.
„You have been such a good boy. I’m happy! When We/we arrive home I have prepared a little filming as a reward! you will be happy to serve Me!“ She smiles.
„Yes Stapana! Your smile is such a wonderful reward! Please allow me to kiss Your hand Stapana“ i reply sweating and doing everything to keep my voice under control.
Then we arrive home, i‘m fixed in the toilet chair and Stapana slowly puts up Her perfect dress, forces my mouth open with a ring gag that is fixed to the floor and fixes my head completely. She starts playing with my genitals and in no time i‘m hard my caged cock desperately fighting with the steel chastity device.
„Now beg me to serve You champagne and dinner“ She smiles.
And i beg like i never have begged in my life almost getting no word out because of the ring.
„I can’t understand you, speak more articulate.“ For minutes i try everything until i almost cry.
„Like every boy You are a bit stupid and inarticulate! But you managed to show that you really want to be My toilet. you are such a good boy!“
Then She’s sitting down on the chair and everything gets dark. i’m the luckiest boy alive! Dreaming of Her perfect beauty and the absolute power She has over me. All i want is to make Goddess happy. This was my absolute taboo when i started the training. i told Her and sealed my fate with this. From the beginning She told me that i will beg to be Her toilet and now i feel so absolutely horny thinking of the dinner i‘m about to have! The urge to please Goddess has turned my taboo into something i crave for so badly!
„You haven‘t deserved My caviar yet so today it will be only My champagne. Enjoy every drop of it. Soon You will be My full toilet. And then i start drinking……
The longer a slave actually serves the Goddess Ezada Sinn, the firmer you realize this journey is no longer any flight of fantasy, it is concrete reality. Her imposing dominant power sits weighted on your shoulders, back and the chest like a heavy snow bound winter coat. The gold key displayed around Her sun tanned neck, perched just above Her perfect breasts, is the only means of escape from the weighty steel chastity cage hanging between your legs.
You the slave have …
No key to hold.
No power to wield.
No chance to lead the way.
Deference to Her will is no longer play; it is who you have become 24 hours a day. The only choice you make is one to obey without question, without hesitation, without doubt, or delay. There is but one bearing you respect in order to remain a slave by Goddess Ezada Sinn’s side. Learn to embrace your inferiority under Her superiority. In private or in public, when spoken with directly by Her voice or a simple gesture of Her hand, a slave of Hers does not waver and waffle, you instantaneously do as you are told.
i have studied the ten submissive male positions repeatedly. i’ve read and reread so many of Her writings and posts. Honestly i felt that i was making positive steps forward. Suddenly, an unexpected turn in the road appeared.
It transpired by the pool one early afternoon. Goddess issued a simple two word command, “Follow Me.” She walked around to find a secluded patch of grass hidden from view of anyone else nearby. “slave sit down on your ass, legs out in front.” Silently Her hand under my chin spoke, “Look up at Me.”
Goddess straddled my legs with Her smooth, muscular, and shapely lower limbs. She inched slowly into my elevated chin and bald head. She serenely lifted the short hem of Her red latex minidress.
“Open your mouth. Drink my nectar slave, I have to pee.”
So it came to light. Goddess was carefully gentle first with Her stream, then applied more force as She desired. Here, i am in some suspended state of animation as i swallow as quickly as possible. Her warm champagne splattering on my lips, some precious drops running down my chin onto the front of my shirt. Her holy sanctum just inches before my face. Is this moment for real or just a dream?
Her hand tenderly shakes Her sacred flesh, and Goddess takes one scant step backing away. She reaches down to pull my stainless steel collar upwards so my eyes meet Hers. They are swollen, ablaze with fire. She speaks softly but in a very direct and purposeful tone. “What was that slave?” i tremble in repose, “A gift dear Goddess, a sacred gift.”
A warm smile broadens across Her lips. “sit, I have decided to train you to become my toilet slave. It will take time for you to learn to wantonly consume every bit of my champagne without spilling a drop.” my furrowed eyes trace down and inspect the dribbles down my shirt, then look back upwards silently to the Woman who owns me body, mind and soul.”
“Good boy, you understand, now heel.” Immediately, i assume the position as Goddess leads U/us back to the pool. She finds an open cabana and lies down to bask in the sun. Her hand taps the open space besides Her and inaudibly commands “wait position.” Her slave gingerly crawls up and complies.
With my head buried down on the white sheets underneath U/us, Goddess leans over and whispers wetly into my ear. “Before I am done sit, I will also inculcate in you a scorching yearning to eat my caviar. Don’t worry how, I have my ways.” She exhales into my eardrum, and my body fidgets and shakes.
The unexpected turn in the road has been taken. There is no turning back now.
This story was written by My collared slave, len, after we spent a week-end in Avalon Residentz, in Berlin, and describes real events. Pictures are selfies taken with My phone while My prisoner was waiting for Me in the darkness.
I first became aware of Mistress Ezada from Her time as a Mistress in OWK and just knew instinctively that She was the Mistress I wanted to serve. Many years later my dreams came true and I am now honoured to serve Her as one of Her collared slaves.
Although I never visited OWK I was always fascinated by its existence and had a particular interest in the underground prison and how slaves were kept there and the treatment meted out to them. When I first met Mistress Ezada we spoke about Her experience there and She told me all about the prison. I told Her I had always fantasised about being imprisoned by a beautiful Mistress. And rather intriguingly Mistress has recently written a blog post about imprisonment and what it means to Her.
Some time later Mistress told me about Avalon and it’s amazing facilities and arranged for me to attend there with Her as Her prisoner. And so it came to pass, much nervous excitement beforehand slowly turning to anxiety as the time approached. In my head was the old adage – be careful what you wish for.
Well all I would say is that this became one of the most amazing experiences of my life and has had such a profound effect on me. I thought my level of devotion to Mistress Ezada and desire to serve Her were high but after Avalon all my sensitivities and feelings have been raised to a new level.
Upon arrival I was despatched to fetch provisions for Mistress to make Her stay comfortable. As soon as I returned I was instructed to shower (the last such pleasure for a while) before being collared and fitted with my chastity device. Mistress then affixed a leash to my collar and led me on a tour of the facilities in this amazing place. A flight of stairs led to the underground chambers housing the interrogation room, torture chamber and prison cells. Mistress had assured me beforehand that these facilities, in particular the cells, were very similar to OWK. They also include an underground pit for serial offenders and a below ground sitting only pit.
To put things into perspective this is an underground environment with thick concrete walls and no natural light. By its nature it is completely soundproof, which means no noise coming in either, a fact I had not fully appreciated until I was encased in lonely isolated silence for hours and hours.
Mistress brought me first into the interrogation room and secured me into the interrogation chair where She put me through my paces, teasing my/Her cock and balls which were tightly locked away, spitting on me repeatedly, twisting my nipples painfully and slapping my face. She would have no problem interrogating the most hardened of slaves and the very thought of an extended interrogation was frightening.
Eventually She released me.
“Time to go to your cell, slave”
She led me to the cell. It was narrow, no more than 1.5 metres and about 2 metres deep with a low ceiling. There was a “bed” which was a thin piece of foam on a hard board and a bucket in the corner on the hard tiled floor. There was also an infra red camera which covered the entirety of the small cell and which was on at all times so that Mistress could check on me any time She wanted.
There were 2 other cells in the block but I did not know if they were occupied.
“Some simple rules slave. It is absolutely forbidden to communicate with any other prisoner. Any time I, any other Mistress or Guard enters this chamber you will immediately stand in the middle of the cell, head bowed. The bucket is your toilet. Memorise where it is, soon you will not be able to see it”
With that She smiled wickedly as She closed the door and padlocked it. I heard the sound of Her heels fade as She made Her way out. Off went the lights as I heard the heavy metal door at the entry to the chamber being locked shut.
Suddenly reality hit me. The darkness was engulfing and frightening. There was a dankness about the place and it was a little chilly. The silence was eerie, literally no sound. An outside world did not exist.
This was absolute isolation. Total helplessness. Humiliation. Degradation. And for Mistress total control and power. Imprisonment of the body and mind.
There is no sense of time. Minutes could be hours and vice versa. Senses are incredibly sharpened and whilst the ears strain for the slightest sound of hope the mind centres on just one thing – my beautiful Mistress. All that I can see in my mind is the image of my Mistress adorned in Her various amazing leather outfits. I imagine the smell of Her perfume and the aroma of Her leather. I think of Her in a room somewhere watching me on camera, pleasuring Herself at the thought of Her prisoners plight. Sleep is impossible with so many thoughts and images infiltrating and taking over my mind.
I jump as I hear the large metal door opening. Like an obedient puppy I quickly get into position, my heart beating like a wagging tail at the thought of seeing my Owner. Slowly the heels approach. The perfume and leather aroma reaches me first shortly followed by an image of leather clad dominant beauty. After slavishly kissing Her leather boot – it was such a heady relief to see Her – She addressed me.
“I am so aroused at the sight and thought of You down here as My prisoner. But I want more arousal and more orgasms so I am going to whip You” In Her right hand was Her Black Russian whip, one of Her favourites
Earlier in the day I had “earned” some whiplashes for some clumsy errors. She led me out of the cell into a large outdoor courtyard and fixed me into a pillary.
“I find outdoor whipping so much more arousing!”
“How many whiplashes have You earned”
“Hmmmm” She seemed disappointed by the low number.
“Count each one and thank me”
By the time She got to 55 I was dancing uncontrollably. But relieved it was over and almost looking forward to going back to my cell to get away from the whip. What an odd emotion!
“I am not yet satisfied. 20 more”
I was hardly in position to object and squealed like a banshee as She delivered the strokes with much force.
She was purring with pleasure as She released me and led me back to the cell.
As I lay on the bed in the dark I reflected on the situation. She seems to derive so much pleasure from having me in this helpless situation. She might keep me here for ever. Nobody knows where I am. I could be lost forever. This could be a life sentence. These thoughts may seem irrational but when you are lying there in that bleak lonely environment so much goes through your mind that you cannot tell the difference.
All you do is hope and hope and hope to hear those heels again. Even though they mean more humiliation, degradation and suffering. Yet you want that suffering so much because it means contact with your Goddess. What a conundrum!
She had told me I would be very lonely and hungry. I had listened of course but not appreciated the extent of either. And then the heels again. Into position, head bowed, imaginary tail wagging.
A carton in Her hand suggested feeding time. In it some yogurt and bran flakes which She then topped up with with Her golden nectar in front of my eyes before mixing it slowly with a sadistic grin on Het face and feeding it to me until I had consumed every drop. It was totally humiliating yet I lapped it up like a puppy because I was so grateful for food. This is what I was reduced to in a short time as Her prisoner.
Later I was released and taken to the kitchens to prepare Her evening meal. I presented Her meal and knelt on the floor beside Her as She ate it. I was like a drooling dog beside Her watching Her eat. She eventually told me to fetch a small plate. She put the leftovers on a plate and “seasoned” them with large amounts of spit. She chewed up some bread and spat it out on to the plate. I ate it on the floor like a dog grateful for every morsel.
Having tidied up and given Mistress a foot massage I was taken back to the cell. As I left Her room I looked longingly at the big double bed that She would be sleeping in and maybe pleasuring Herself before doing so. An orgasm – what a thought! It could be a long long time before that ever happens for me but for my Mistress in this situation many many orgasms as I languish in my cold lonely prison cell.
“It will be a long night, slave”
Never a truer word spoken. Bleak darkness, total silence, racing mind and fitful sleep. In the midst of it all more reflection on the sheer helplessness I felt. But a feeling of deepening devotion towards my Mistress.
The next day, which was a long time coming, I had the humiliation of emptying my bucket of its contents as Mistress watched and then being exercised in the yard with Mistress cracking Her whip in encouragement.
I was taken to the playroom and secured on a hoist. Mistress removed my chastity device and teased me relentlessly. My/Her cock wept with frustration as She continually brought me to the edge reminding me over and over of the multiple orgasms She had enjoyed and I would not be having any. I hung there with the now familiar joyful smells of Her perfume and leather as my/Her cock almost exploded. Sheer torture.
Back in the cell and back in chastity having prepared Her breakfast and again being fed leftovers I reflected on the fact that I was simply a puppy, a toy, a plaything for Mistress’s pleasure. But despite my feelings and the dark despair of that cell I somehow felt uplifted at the thought of providing my Mistress that pleasure by my suffering. True submissive feelings. A willingness and desire to please the world’s most beautiful Goddess.
If it can be called such, a sort of routine followed of solitude, pain and suffering and service. On the second day Mistress delivered a most brutal whipping, the fiercest I have ever endured. She lashed me hard with Her Black Russian whip starting with my ass until I was yelping and dancing like Michael Jackson with 2 left feet. And the She came around in front of me and looked me in the eye as She concentrated on my back. She was moaning with more and more pleasure as each painful lash landed, She was clearly in a highly aroused state. Oh how I wanted to take that pain for Her. Seeing Her pleasure and arousal was amazing. She then changed to Her whip with the metal tipped tails and flayed my ass mercilessly until it bled. I hung limply from the bar, my whole body ablaze. She released me and drew me to Her. She looked me in the eye “good boy,I am pleased with you”
Those words were music to my ears as I dropped to my knees and lavished such sincere kisses on Her boots.
That night proved to be the last of my imprisonment. I have thought of little else since then. A truly amazing and spectacular experience, an emotional roller coaster ranging from loneliness, hunger and despair to the sheer indescribable joy of hearing Her high heels approaching!
It is an experience I will never forget and it has undoubtedly forged a stronger bond between Us/us and enhanced my desire to please Her, to suffer for Her pleasure and to serve Her forever. The amazing Mistress Ezada.
“After the three femdom Queens who I was honoured to be serving had left the toilet area – their cruel laughter and clicking heels still echoing down the corridor – I quickly cleaned up as I knew i would be summoned to the inner sanctum almost immediately to wait on them hand and foot. I showered, making sure all traces of Mistress Shane’s Goddess piss was removed from my hair and body but still tasting the warm tang of her amber nectar in my mouth, an honour indeed to be used in this way by such a famous Dominatrix. I tidied up the bathroom area and just as I was about to close the door heard the inner sanctum bell summoning me, the slave, to attend to the sublime ladies. When this bell sounded the slave must drop everything and proceed immediately to the foot of His Dominas throne, waiting position, hands upturned for further instruction.
So it was that I found myself positioned thus at the feet of not just one but three magnificent Mistresses. All beautiful, all cruel when they needed to be, all very demanding and extremly bossy and dominant. This was female superiority personified in one special place.
The two American mistresses had changed their clothing, gone were the outer street garments, and in their place were leather and latex outfits. They looked magnificent.
Mistress Shane wore a red and black leather catsuit, showing off her magnificent womanly figure and ample bosom, topped off by a pair of black leather thigh high boots almost coming up to Her heavenly crotch, a crotch that had been only inches from my face ten minutes earlier. Her long hair flowed down Her back like an Amazon Queen.
Mistress Larou wore sheer black tights under a white latex basque that accentuated the curves of Her magnificent ass, a zip ran from Her divine pussy right around to the top of Her ass. She also wore thigh high boots, red patent leather shining wickedly in the light.
My Stapana Ezada as usual was magnificent, but tonight She looked especially wonderful. She wore a white frilly shirt, with a black studded leather corset set off by a matching black leather jacket. Her beige jodhpurs showed Her magnificent ass cheeks to their best advantage and knee high riding boots and crop completed the riding Mistress look. Her hair was pulled back in a severe pony tail. What a sight, the jodhpurs especially making me go weak at the knees. I guessed I was to be the pony. Even in the presence of the other two magnificent Queens my owner Mistress Ezada’s beauty and natural superiority dazzled me. I decided I would beg Her at a later date to brand and tattoo me with Her mark so I would truly be Her owned goods forever. I blushed at the sight of such overpowering female supremacy gathered in the one place and dropped to my knees in awe.
Mistress Shane said “aw the poor boy, it looks like its all too much for him, he is going to faint” Mistress Larou laughed and said ” and we haven’t even spit roasted him yet”. All three Domme Queens laughed loudly at this, then with a click of Her fingers my Stapana said
“No he will perform absolutely brillantly…or else he will be whipped within an inch if his life”. I slowly regained my composure.
“Come here slave demanded Mistress Larou, I want to examine the merchandise” The three sublime ladies were seated at the tea table to the right, that had not yet taken their regal places on each of their thrones. “Can we see his cock and balls Ezada”? It’s hard to know what he has in that chasity device. “Of course my dear” said Ezada. “Slave quickly present balls” I crawled across to my Goddess and assumed the present balls position. My Stapana took a key from around Her neck and threw it on the floor. “Pick that key and chain up slave, but in your pathetic mouth, and then unlock Your cock cage”. I knelt low and picked up the key in my mouth after about five different attempts, the dominant ladies laughing at me all the while. My cheeks flushed from the ridicule and humiliation. Eventually I took the key in my hand and unlocked the chasity device. My cock and balls swung free for the first time in three whole months, I had almost been reprogrammed to not have any erections at all as my slave cock was severely constricted in the device and the metal sides cut into it when it swelled with an erection. I wondered if I was becoming impotent and if I was able to gain an erection at all any more?…maybe that was the ultimate goal of my Stapana? She wanted a flacid impotent cock for Her slave, that never got hard any more but balls that still could be emptied by prostate milking.
“Hmm, said Larou, a decent sized cock, and huge balls, when was the last time they were emptied sister?” She said laughing turning to Mistress Ezada. “Not for three months Larou, punishment, I caught him wanking with a pair of my filthy knickers from the laundry basket. He was licking the brown stain from where my ass had been”. “Ah, a shit licker” said Mistress Larou, “aren’t they all, I might have some use for him later…after dinner” At this the three Goddesses laughed hard at me, Larou slapped me hard across the face and I felt myself getting hard, not impotent after all, not yet anyway.
Mistress Larou said “Slave, here are some special items that I want you to present to us on a silver platter. You must approach head bowed bearing the gifts”, with this She took three medium sized strapons from her luggage. “There are three rubber cocks snd harnesses for each of us Goddesses slave, now quickly arrange them on the platter and present them to us.”
I looked at the three strapons, one was black, one flesh coloured and one was red. All three cocks were about eight inches long with regular girth, they were bigger than my cock. I took the three and arranged them on the platter and then crawled to each Mistress with head bowed and hands outstretched holding the platter for inspection. Mistress Shane chose the black cock, my Stapana the red one and Mistress Larou the realistic flesh coloured one. I helped them to attach the cocks via the harnesses and placed a condom on each one. I kneeled and gazed at the three dominant Queens sitting in front of me their strapons thrusting out before them. I hung my head in servile wonder, so blessed to be in their presence and allowed to serve.
Without a word my Stapana yanked on my chain and directed my mouth onto the head of Mistress Shane’s rubber phallus. “I have trained You many times slave to deep throat my strapon now show these sublime ladies” I bobbed my head up and down on Mistress Shane’s dildo until I felt myself gag. ” Good boy, and now Larous” said my owner and Goddess Mistress Ezada, as she again yanked my neck by the chain and forced me to go down on Mistress Larou’s flesh coloured rubber cock. “Thats it slave, lube up my shaft with Your servile mouth before it is deep inside your tight little asshole” said Mistress Larou, obviously enjoying very much the sight just below her.
I then was passed around in turn from one Domina to another as they took it in turns to yank on my leash and make me suck their rubber cocks. My total degradation was complete as they continued to humiliate me, my own slave cock was as stiff as a board, twitching below me, three months worth of cum hoping to be discharged somehow.
After tiring of this strapon mouth violation My Stapana suddenly harshly Yanked the chain, grabbed my balls and ordered me on my back on the tea table. Still gripping my balls, She pushed my legs in the air and thrust her strapon deep into my slave ass, whilst at the same time Mistress Larou prised my mouth open and once again forced me to gag on Her rubber dick. “Welcome to the reverse spitroast You fucking piece of slave meat” said Mistress Larou. I could see she was enjoying herself and now she was deeply aroused, the wonderful smell of pussy juice started to fill the air.
My Stapana had been banging my ass relentlessly with her strapon, I could feel Her cock deep inside me and pushed against Her to try and take as much as possible into my bitch hole. For that was what I now was to these exquisite ladies, just a submissive man whore for them. All the time Mistress Shane simply watched, resting her boots on my chest and hitting my cock with Her crop occasionally. My Stapana still gripped my balls in Her hand as she shafted me rhythmically up the ass. I could feel the strap on touching my prostate and wasnt sure if I could be made to cum like this?
After a while I heard the words uttered “Ok flip the bitch over” said Mistress Larou. I was turned from being on my back to being bent over the table. The two Dominas also changed ends with my Stapanas rubber cock now lodged deep in my throat and Mistress Larou about to take me up the ass from behind with Her flesh coloured strapon. She had full control of me by pulling my collar via the leash and by squeezing my balls roughly that were cupped in Her gloved hands. My Slave cock was stiff again but as Mistress Larou gradually edged Her strapon up my ass my cock once again shrivelled up and receded. Her Domina cock larger in length and girth dictating when I even had a hard on. I could feel Her excited breath close to my ear as She fucked me deeper and deeper, I groaned in fear but also satisfaction knowing I was now a strapon bitch to these three powerful ladies. My Stapana pulled my head down on her cock again and Mistress Larou and Herself laughed and french kissed each other as they continued to defile me at each end. Just an animal being spitroasted for their amusement. Finally after which seemed like an eternity Mistress Larou slid the phallus out of my hole and forced me to lick the condom clean, I then was ordered to peel the condom off the strapon with my mouth and swallow it whole. The three sublime ladies all crowded around towering above me hands on their hips to watch me lying on the floor eating the filthy condom that had only now just been up my bitch ass. My humiliation was complete.
“Ah, the poor jaded little bitch” said Mistress Shane “he must be exhausted, but you have performed well slave, I see your male member is hard again and twitching away of its own accord, you deserve a treat”. It was true now the rubber cocks were no longer up my ass my slave cock had yet again sprung back to life.
“We will each one of us supreme Goddesses, present a booted thigh high toe to you. You have two minutes to jerk yourself onto each toe tip, you must squirt equally your male mess onto each of the three toes in turn, a ritual to reinforce your complete debasement at our feet. Needless to say afterwards you must lick up every single drop of your slave semen from each of the boots”.
I quickly began to tug at my cock before it was too late and could feel three months of slave cum beginning to rise from my neglected blue balls. I finally shot forth a long groaning length of jism, remembering to in turn shoot my slave load onto each of the Dominas boot toes. “Listen to the animal as he makes his mess” said Larou laughing, as the glistening slave cum dripped from all three of their boots. “Now get down there and clean up that disgusting man filth, with your slave tongue, every last drop you piece of shit” said my Stapana. All three ladies laughed and peered down at their humiliated, debased and spent male chattel as he desperately attempted to lick the sticky mess off the floor and their boot tips with his flicking servile tongue.”
Mistress Shane lead me at a steady pace on all fours down the corridor towards the shower and toilet area, if I lagged behind She yanked on my leash to hurry me up, She stopped before the Toilet door and said “Open the toilet door for Me, slave, quickly I need to pee”. I knelt up and obliged by opening the door for this sublime lady Mistress Shane. She hurried me in and commanded “Strip now slave, quickly and assume the position”. I wasn’t sure what the position was and not wanting to show up my Stapana Mistress Ezada, I quickly unclothed and lay on my back in in the shower stall. Mistress Shane, once again took the leash so She was able to manipulate my head whatever way she wished, a yank on the collar to the left or right positioned her new toilet slave exactly as She wished beneath her. This wonderful dominant Goddess then raised her skirt, She wore a rubber catsuit beneath with a zip that ran from the front of her pussy right around to the top of her ass. She quickly unzipped and half stood, half squatted, hands on hips above her new toilet boy. “I am now going to anoint you slave, thank me for this honour”. “Thank you Mistress” I whispered as I watched her towering above me. She let out a groan and a torrent of her warm piss came arching down upon me, She moved her hips as She gushed forth and moved up and down so almost every part of me was covered, this went on for about 45 seconds. Finally as her golden stream started to subside She moved up over my head and squatted right down over my face, She pissed directly all over my face and then into my mouth, all the time pulling on the collar to position my head exactly as She wanted, saying “drink it all down now, that’s a good boy, don’t miss a drop”. A strong hot stream of her Goddess piss splashed all around my face and my into eager mouth, I gulped to keep up with the golden torrent and swallowed as best I could. Finally the flow subsided and Mistress Shane watched the last few drops drip down onto my slave lips. “Ah that’s better, all done now, aren’t You a lucky slave to be used in this way? What’s that I can’t hear You?” She laughed, all the while still sitting on my face, her glorious pussy just inches from my mouth.
I heard a noise and laughter erupted from the doorway, it was the other two Dominant Queens, The young Mistress Larou and my Stapana and owner Mistress Ezada, they had been watching all the time, they laughed and whooped, enjoying my predicament and adding to my humiliation. Mistress Shane laughed also still straddling my face and said “Come closer my dominant sisters and watch this toilet boy lick me clean, there doesn’t seem to be any toilet paper, on purpose I suspect, so his slave tongue will have to do” The other two Dominas walked over, the echo of their stiletto heels on the cold stone flags all the time reminding me of my lowly position. They positioned themselves on either side of Mistress Shane, hands on hips, both towering above us, smiling and eager to see this slave lick every single drop of golden urine from the labia of Mistress Shane. This went on for about two minutes as they all laughed and offered advice and said “you missed a bit”, Mistress Larou even leaning in to pull the leash and better position my head. My Stapana ordered from above “Well done slave, but don’t miss a single drop”. She seemed pleased and finally Mistress Shane all dry now raised herself off my face, zipped herself up and walked away as if I wasn’t even there. I had served my purpose and my humiliation was complete.
The three sublime Goddesses walked laughing to the doorway, my Stapana turned saying “Slave, clean yourself up, you are such a state, shower yourself down but stay naked, we need you to wait on us now in the inner chamber”. I looked up and in the doorway, were stood the three supreme ladies, these glorious dominant Queens, all powerful. The light shone in from the corridor casting a strange radiant glow about their heads. I truly was in the presence of three otherworldly Goddesses, I trembled before them and realised the full glory of female power and supremacy. I bowed my head humbly and looked down at the cold stone floor. (To be continued).
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