I know that My slave venerates Me, he is completely mesmerized My beautiful breasts and voluptuous ass. I can witness in his eyes how much he desires to worship Me; however, there is only one way in which he can caress My body and that’s by taking My whip first.
The slave must suffer for the privilege as I want to see his body thoroughly marked by My whip kisses before me can even hope to touch Mine. The price he will pay is the pain he must accept from his Goddess. Free from bondage, with his head locked between My knees, the worshiper must stay frozen as I rain down whiplashes upon his naked flesh. I love to see his ass redden from My strokes as the slave worships only the parts of Me that I allow.
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”.
One hundred and thirty. i counted on the edge crying. The last stroke of her whip hit me like a burning spear. Goddess knows when to hit the points that are already sore from the whiplashes before. Like she always knows Your weak point. When she got to know me at the beginning of my online training after some days she had found it and drilled into it. After a few weeks You will be putty in her hands.
you have been a good boy. Now kiss my feet. After you have cleaned the mess that you left I will give you your papers and money and my boy will take you to the Airport. Look at all that sweat you left on the floor. i crawled to her twisting on the floor. my legs tied together with two leather belts and my arms fixed to the body the same way. i reached my Mistress kissed her feet and thanked her for the whiplashes. you´ve been a good boy. I´m very pleased with your service, now you can kiss my feet and say goodbye.
i always found female dominance fascinating but i haven’t been into it for years and didn´t know if i was really into it. Until i ran over the twitter account and website of Goddess Ezada Sinn and was slowly guided into my position by this stunning beautiful and intelligent Goddess who leaves absolutely no choice. And now i´m sitting at my computer wearing chastity like i do constantly since two weeks (no that isn´t true, i´m allowed to edge for today, which is a seldom honor for me) and a collar writing about the luckiest time of my life. The time i live for and that nurtures me while i can´t be with beautiful Goddess Ezada Sinn.
It all started with a message. you can visit me in Bucharest at the end of July. you will not touch yourself until you arrive. Bring your chastity device and a collar with you. For months i had begged to see my Goddess after joining her online training the year before. For me it was like a dream come true. The following three weeks flew away. No question that i followed her instructions. When i arrived at Bucharest i was fetched from the airport by one of her boys and taken to an apartment where i stayed for the following two days. When i arrived, she wasn´t there. Her boy told me to put my clothes of, to hand him my papers and my wallet and get into waiting position. i couldn´t count the time cause i was so nervous. Would i be able to meet her needs and to be a good boy for her? Alone in a city where i knew no one and without money. But i trusted my beautiful Goddess and never felt alone or anxious.
After a time which seemed endless to me she came in. Dressed in a black leather dress with thigh high boots and her now already visible baby bump. A pregnant Goddess! The dream i always had dreamt before knowing her and even more beautiful than i ever could have imagined. The most beautiful and fascinating woman on earth.
Present your balls. i went into position. Good boy. you have done well. Now put on your chastity device. Come here and kiss my shoes. Now worship my shoes. Collaring Position. A short click of the lock and the metal collar was fixed on my neck… what a beautiful feeling to know that i was under her control now. Good boy…. i was completely taken away by her beautiful scent and her stunning presence while Goddess ordered me to get up and put on some leather cuffs that she chained up to the wall. There i stood naked and helpless and the teasing began with some nipple clamps and a soft whip. In the following time i learned what it means to be tortured by a beautiful woman while i was moaning into my ball gag.
After a while she seemed to be satisfied. She set me free and told me to give her a foot massage before she showed me the old town of Bucharest. i learned about the history of this beautiful town and the beautiful buildings that stand there and have survived the communist regime. She is such a beautiful and knowing teacher. And every time i did something she didn´t like i was announced the whiplashes that would be punishment for this offence. And i had a lot to learn in the two days i spent at Bucharest. She kept me completely under her control and everyone who knows Goddess can imagine how she knew to hold me steadily aroused by her beauty and her wit…No relieve for me and all the fun for her. And every morning around four o´clock i was on my way to the water tap to cool down my hurting cock in the chastity device.
Then the weary day of my departure came. But first i had to be her guinea pig for a new fixation device i had to order for her and that she wanted to test as announced on twitter and to receive my punishment for the offences of the last days. She wore a black leather dress with thigh high leather boots and nude nylon pantyhose. i was completely blown away by her dominant appearance. First i received a back dog collar that i have to wear at home now as her pet. my hands were fixed with leather cuffs behind my back, my feet spread with a metal bar and my cock and balls fixed between two metal bars. To harden my predicament positon she put a leather belt around my legs and fixed it so well. Then she put on nipple clamps and slowly started to stroke my cock that grew stiff in no time after two days of steady teasing and three weeks without cumming. She played a little and then she suddenly finished went away and came back with a whip and a doxy wand in her hand. She grabbed the chain between my nipple clamps and pulled until the hurt was almost unbearable. You are my slave now! Yes Goddess! I own you! Yes Goddes! You are completely at my disposal from now on! Yes Goddess! I´m going to whip your cock, tease you until you have an orgasm and then I will whip you for your offences. you know post orgasmic torture is so much better. How many whiplashes? Sixty five.
The whipping of my cock started. She stood there smiling while the strokes slowly hit my cock. After some lashes I started crying. you are too loud. A gag looking like a red bone went into my mouth turning me silent. And then the slow whipping continued. My cock would bear blue streams for several days. After a while Goddess stopped and began teasing my cock with her hands and put the nipple clamps of and then on again in a different position before the whipping continued. There was no escape from the bondage. Finally she stopped and began teasing my cock again with doxy. i was so aroused but couldn´t cum after the long torture. Not a good idea! She put me out of my bondage. Now that You can´t cum I will double up Your whipping. Down on the floor. you will count the strokes. How many? One hundred and thirty. And now Goddesses fun and my suffering began….
i know i´m still at the beginning of my journey and there will be many mountains to climb. But i´m so happy to be Goddesses pet now.
It’s a frigid windy day outside at Madame Catarina’s Hidden Torture Farm and We are both comfortably dressed in Our full leathers. For Our slave, however, the chilly opposite is quite the biting reality, especially after We order him to strip naked.
After witnessing his fellow prisoner being whipped, probably hoping he can avoid this fate, it’s time for this slave to entertain Us. But for him the intensity of suffering from Our single tail whips increases tenfold as Madame Catarina and I intently beat him without mercy, just for the fun of it. From ruthless and useless manual labor tasks, such as carrying heavy stones lodged in the small of his back while walking on all fours and being whipped, to the red-marked chest the slave willingly exposes to accept the stings of My ferocious red snake whip.
We don’t care for one slightest bit if he’s cold, uncomfortable, tired or in unbearable pain. Madame Catarina’s and My pleasure is the only thing that matters.
How does it feel to be locked in chastity, boy? I will make sure you understand why I love to keep you chaste and totally under My control. I shall teach you to forget about your sexual gratification and take pleasure from offering Me pleasure. you’ll discover how to accept the pain I inflict upon you as a gift from your Goddess, and the only satisfaction you will ever receive is the honor of being a good slave of Mine. I’m going to whip you and hurt you more and more intensely, all so you can ultimately please Me. The pleasure I take by using you is all about My satisfaction, and I get so aroused when I see the agony in your eyes. If you are a good boy and learn your lessons well, then just maybe you will get a reward. The ensuing reward of kissing My ass and worshiping all of Me, your Goddess and Owner.
It is a cold morning in November as i walk down the street, but my spirits are high. Why? i am on the start of my journey to visit my Owner Goddess Ezada Sinn in Bucharest. So so excited, 5 whole days under Goddess’ total control. i exist to please my Owner, doing so in person is so special.
After a lengthy journey i arrive at the apartment where we will be staying, i greet my Owner with a kiss of Her boots. i am in heaven, happy to be back under Goddess boots. Goddess commands me in to collaring position and the metal collar is placed and locked around my neck. This is the first time the collar has been placed by Goddess’ hand, it feels so much better, a seal of Goddess’ Ownership of this poodle. The collar will remain around my neck for the majority of my visit, only removed if Goddess should will it to be so. In truth, i loved wearing it in public, it felt perfect to have such a symbol around my neck.
For the five days of my visit i would be sleeping in the same room as my Owner, not in Her bed of course, but on the floor next to it. What a wonderful feeling, to wake up with Goddess on the bed above me smiling down.
As usual i have brought Goddess gifts for the honour of serving Her, i think i may have been as excited as She was as She opened them. One of the gifts is a beautiful 8 foot long bullwhip from a mutual friend, Goddess looks so happy as she unfurls it. Too big to be used in the apartment, i do not feel the sting on this visit but i am sure i will in the future. Another of the gifts gets immediate use, a leather arm binder. Goddess commands me to put my arms behind and fastens up the device. Helpless, there is no other description, with my hands tightly bound i am totally defenceless to whatever Goddess wants to do. Very quickly, my nipples discover what Goddess wishes to do as they are squeezed and twisted. Goddess loves torturing Her slave’s nipples, seeing the pain in Her slave’s face. my nipples are in agony, but i am also aroused, the chastity becoming tighter and tighter around Goddess’ (my) cock.
It is morning, W/we have had breakfast. Goddess takes hold of my collar and pulls me into the bedroom. Lay on the bed Goddess commands, She wishes to have fun with Her property. Soon i find myself unable to see or breathe and with my nipples on fire. i am in heaven and hell, heaven is being under Goddess divine ass as She take a seat on my face. i love to be used as Her seat, sniffing Her divine ass. Goddess’ ass is so perfect. Hell is the pain from nipples (maybe a little bit of heaven there too), Goddess has decided to torture my nipples for Her amusement while She uses my face for Her pleasure. Laying there in pain, trying to cope without oxygen certainly makes one understand one’s place. i exist only for my Owner’s amusement.
Visiting Goddess is to be of use in any way She wishes, and soon i am to be filmed while being used for Goddess’s amusement. As we arrange Goddess’ arsenal of toys on the table, my eyes are drawn to one particular item, Goddess’ horse cock, i have already been told i will be feeling it. Seeing it up close is daunting, it is a huge cock. As i stand naked apart from my chastity cage i can hear Goddess preparing in the bedroom, there is the unmistakable sound of latex. So so excited. Goddess looks stunning in anything, but latex really shows off Her amazing body.
Goddess steps out of the bedroom and i am stunned, the latex catsuit simply clings to every curve of Her beautiful body. At this point i cannot comprehend how i could be lucky enough to serve such a beautiful Woman. Time for me to be used for Goddess’ amusement, i am commanded to put my hands behind my back and the monoglove is put on. my hands are now useless, i am helpless to whatever Goddess wishes to do.
Goddess wishes to be worshipped, kneeling before Her with my hands useless. Only my tongue is of any use. Looking up at my Owner i am filled with desire. The command comes to kiss Goddess’ beautiful latex clad ass, oh my how i love this. i love Goddess beautiful round ass so much. i kiss and kiss all over. “Lick” comes the command, “i want to feel a strong tongue”. i lick this wonderful ass with as much passion as i can and as hard as i can. “Lick My spit” Goddess commands, i seek out the spit with my tongue and greedily lick up Her divine spit. i am in heaven, this is where i belong, under Goddess control worshipping Her divinity. i lick and lick until Goddess is satisfied. It is time to move on to something else. Something which will be more challenging.
Ballbusting….Goddess enjoys destroy men’s balls for Her pleasure, seeing the agony in their eyes as Her foot connects with the soft squishy things between their legs. i have never suffered a ballbusting before, i am very nervous. my chastity is removed and Goddess begins by teasing my cock, making it hard, bringing me to the edge but not allowing a release. Goddess grabs a hold of collar and holds me in place while She knees my balls. The first couple don’t connect fully, but then…..BAM….that one did. Oh my Goddess….the agony, it hurt like hell, i feel the breath slip from me. It has only just, begun, it will get much harder. Goddess lets go and i am commanded to give Her more space. Goddess needs room to really kick my balls. Kick, kick kick……..ahhhhhhhhh……the third kick connects very well with my balls. Absolute agony, i double over in pain, struggling for breath. It feels like when i have been hit in the balls by a football, but it doesn’t stop. “Turn around” i am commanded, Goddess wishes to kick from behind. Oh but this is very painful, will my balls ever work again? Kick, kick, kick…..ahhhhhhhh…….that one really really connected, i bend over struggling for breath. Goddess grabs hold of me and pulls me up, She has a huge smile on Her face. my agony has pleased my Owner. But my ordeal is not over just yet. Time for some tease and denial and more torture.
Goddess grabs the nipple clamps and pushes me on to the sofa, my hand beneath me and Goddess astride me, there is no escape. Holding the clamp, Goddess commands me to stick out my tongue. This surprises me, but the next action surprises me even more, the clamp is placed on my tongue. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH……..so so painful, almost as bad as the ballbusting. Goddess rubs against Her (my) cock, teasing me with Her latex clad body, i am so so aroused, but no relief comes. Driven to edge time and time again. Goddess controls this cock, only She will decide when it is allowed a release. The teasing continues, the clamps are alternated between my nipples and my tongue. i am a heaven and hell of pain, arousal and frustration. Eventually, after much teasing, Goddess decides to give me a release. But, no pleasure for me, it is of course a ruined orgasm. i cum, but it is pure frustration. Not enough, Goddess wants more, the teasing continues again and again. Edge, edge, edge, then another ruined orgasm. In the end, 3 ruined orgasms, no pleasure only pain and frustration for this poodle. Goddess is smiling, She has really enjoyed torturing Her poodle.
Is my ordeal over? No, not just, yet. It is time for poodle to become acquainted with “Horsie”, Goddess’ huge horse cock, you can read about that here. Kneeling in from of Goddess, dressed in latex wearing that huge strap-on is a very intimidating and humbling experience. After taking that, there is no doubt that i am Goddess’ bitch, this is my place. my ass was very very stretched, i think it may still be wide open.
Serving Goddess does not consist of 24/7 whips, chains, teasing and torture. Goddess also needs to be pampered. At the end of each evening Goddess likes Her feet to be massaged. This is such an honour and an intimate ritual, it is a great privilege to serve Her in this way. i am not a foot fetishist, but i love Her beautiful feet, every part of Goddess deserves to be worshipped. The final act of the evening, to give Goddess’ foot a kiss before going to sleep. Below Goddess kissing Her foot as She looks down up on me, it makes me feel a deep submission and love for Her.
Goddess loves to have a relaxing bath at the end of a busy day. The slave’s task is to prepare the bath for Her. i do this each evening, enjoying knowing Goddess is able to relax. Goddess surprises me when one day She tells me I will be bathing with Her. Shock doesn’t quite capture what i was feeling, so so excited. i never ever expected this. No no no…..of course Goddess was not naked, i am not worthy of such an honour. Goddess wears Her bathing suit, i, just my chastity. It is not long before Goddess decides She will have some fun at the expense of Her poodle. Soon I find myself pushed down by my Owner, my head just above the water, looking up in utter submission as She easily pins me down. Now for the real fun, Goddess begins to tease Her (my) cock. Of course the chastity remains on as Goddess teases and rubs Her body against Her locked cock. So so aroused, soon i am sporting an enormous erection, the chastity pointing out from my body. Utter utter frustration and a huge smile from my Owner. Goddess truly loves seeing Her slaves frustrated. The following day i am also allowed a bath, this time in Goddess’ used water. “There’s a little of me in there” Goddess states, i will leave the meaning of this to the reader’s imagination.
Bucharest is a beautiful city and visiting with such a beautiful companion as Goddess Ezada Sinn was an utter delight. Goddess is such charming company, visiting the various sites was wonderful. As we walk around town, the collar remains around my neck. It remains in plain sight for anyone to see and know i am Owned. Was i worried? Not at all but it is of no consequence, i had no choice and just had to accept it. On one day we visited a beautiful church, Saint George New Church, which was founded by Constantin Brâncoveanu. It is a really beautiful church, but one thing stands out. On the entrance to the church there is a painting on each side of the door, to the left was heaven and to the right was hell. i must admit to finding my eyes drawn to the right. The scene reminds me of so many things i have experienced since beginning my service to Goddess Ezada Sinn.
When serving Goddess, one must be careful as punishments can easily be earned. Over the 5 days of my visit i manage to earn 40 whiplashes. It is on my last day that the punishments will be given out. As I stand before my Owner, She looks amazing in Her red leather outfit, i am made to recall the reasons for my punishment. i recite the first 3; for walking in front of Her, for laughing inappropriately and for failing to fill Goddess’ glass in the restaurant. i cannot remember the final one, this is not good. Goddess informs me that i will be given the first 30 lashes and if i cannot remember i will be whipped until i remember. Oh did i do some thinking. Goddess shows me the whip She will be using, a cat of nine tails, a gift from Her slave sit. It looked a lot less formidable than it felt (i would later find out from sit that it was loaded with shot). The punishment begins on my nipples, as the lashes land i am in absolute agony. Each lash felt like multiple lashes across my sensitive nipples. i thought long and hard under that whip, desperate to remember my error. That whip certainly helps to inspire ones memory.
At the end of the 30 lashes Goddess asks me if i can remember, thankfully i can and i recall the embarrassing incident to my Owner. The final 10 lashes would be for farting while i was massaging Her feet. i am mortified as i recall the embarrassing incident, maybe my introduction to “Horsie” has left me with little control of my ass. Ten more punishment lashes land, oh my Goddess do they hurt. At the end i find my ordeal is not over, more lashes just for Goddess enjoyment, my back and ass have not taken anything. Whack, whack, whack, the lashes continue to rain down, Goddess loving every minute and Her poodle being reduced to tears. Finally it is over, Goddess is pleased and i am allowed to embrace Her holding on tightly, hugging the legs of my beloved Owner.
The next morning Goddess removes my collar, my time serving in person is at an end, but not my service to Her. i am Her property. i worship You Goddess Ezada Sinn, i belong to You.
Several months ago I received an email from Geri. he told Me he feels inspired by Me and asked permission to use Me in one of his books. After reading the first parts of the book I told him I would be happy to be part of the story. Recently I received the finished book: Heirloom V – 50 Years in Bondage to My Family by Geri Wilde. I read it almost at once during a long flight, feeling Myself very aroused by his ability to capture the essence of My dominance, My preferences and My female supremacy philosophy. I never met Geri in person but he managed to present ME in his 5th part of the book in a brilliant way.
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Its time to teach My slave how he should learn to love the pain of My whip. It has been far too long since the last time I marked his skin. Unfortunately for him My dear friend Mistress Lilse von Hitte has offered Her help in making sure he understands what his purpose is and just how unpleasant and agonizing a hard whipping can be. The leather and rubber tips of our whips bite deep into the slave’s sensitive skin, while the pace of two dominant Ladies lashing him simultaneously overwhelms his senses. he has problems focusing on worshiping Lilse’s leather boots or kissing My stiletto heel shoes while the other one of Us trashes and tans his ass and back. The next hours just might break the poor boy into a pathetic puddle of tears.
Control, it lies at the core of human life and society. For as long as humans have existed it has been the case. Some are in control, others are controlled. Each has a place in society. Goddess Ezada Sinn is definitely in control, She loves control. Goddess enjoys having control of every facet of Her slaves lives. What they eat, when they eat, how they eat, how they use the toilet. All these things and more will be controlled by their Goddess. Her beauty and charm make it effortless for Her to take over.
It was early in my training when Goddess began to take control, and it was as easy for Her as breathing. i had just started Goddess’ advanced training when Goddess told me i was no longer allowed to pee standing up. This is just the beginning of Goddess taking control of the most intimate and natural activities. At home or work having to sit down to pee does not present a problem, but imagine when one goes to a football match. All the cubicles are full (usually of people smoking), it is tempting to cheat, but Goddess’ command is firm in one’s mind. So, wait one must and venture into the smoke filled cubicle to sit down to pee as Goddess wishes.
Orgasm control……..this is one of Goddess’ most favourite things. Goddess will have as many orgasms as She wishes, the slave only when and how She wishes. One never knows how or when one will be permitted to orgasm. One thing is for certain, it will be nothing like before Goddess took control. Goddess likes to have Her slaves locked in chastity devices, but whether locked or not, the slave is not free to orgasm at will. If not in chastity one must exercise mental chastity. In some ways mental chastity can be harder than being locked, having the ability to touch oneself but not having permission can be torture. Goddess, of course, knows this and uses this to increase Her control over Her slaves.
Goddess will continue to find new ways to demonstrate Her control. you may be going about your day as normal when a message from Goddess appears. “Edge yourself for me”. This is sweet torture, finally having permission to touch oneself but knowing that no pleasure will come of it. To bring oneself to the edge of orgasm time and time again is a most frustrating experience. The desire to continue and cum is strong, but again, Goddess command is firm in one’s mind “do not cum”.
When one is permitted to orgasm, it will be how and when Goddess decides. In a way which will amuse Goddess. It may be humiliating or it may be painful. A message may come through “eat it”, and you will dutifully go ahead and carry out the humiliating task. Alternatively, you may find tabasco sauce being used in ways you never thought it would. Let me tell you, tabasco sauce hurts. It doesn’t matter how painful or humiliating, you will do it because Goddess wishes it.
Her slave’s diet will also be controlled by Goddess. A message from Goddess informed me i am now on a special diet. i am not fat, but Goddess wants perfection. Obeying Goddess’ command, i have no more sweets and more salads. Yes, Goddess is over 500 miles away, but cheating has never entered my mind. Goddess holds such control that doing anything but follow Her orders is not even considered.
It is not just through Her explicit commands which Goddess takes control, there is a level of implicit control. Serving Goddess changes one’s perspective, your own wants and needs seem unimportant. Your vanilla life becomes nothing more than a means to an end, the end being pleasing Goddess Ezada Sinn. The first thought in the morning and last thought at night will be of Goddess.
i wake up in the morning and the first thing i do is apply nipple clamps, i welcome the pain knowing that it is what Goddess wishes. In work, I carry on my job as normal, but always wondering if there is anything i can do to make Goddess smile. i create implements with which Goddess will be able inflict pain. It is a strange concept to make something knowing it will be used to bring one pain, but i do this to please Goddess. i send humiliating pictures and videos hoping they will amuse Goddess, dignity not important alongside Her beautiful smile.
So, here i am, a once free male who longer has any control. i belong to Goddess Ezada Sinn and i couldn’t be happier.
Blog entry written by My collared slave sit. I love My slave sit very much.
Story written by My slave nuli, after meeting Me for the first time, in Dusseldorf. Pictures were taken with My phone, during the meeting.
“On July 16, the great time when i would be under Goddess Ezada’s direct control came. i had been so eagerly longing for the time that when the time was approaching, i got more and more nervous. Goddess Ezada had occupied fully my heart and mind, there was almost no space for anything else. Every morning just after i got up and every night just before i went to bed, i tortured my nipples for Goddess Ezada, expressing my worship for Her: “i worship You, Goddess Ezada. i belong to You.” Now i was in Her presence, so close to my Goddess, i really did not know how to behave and what to say to Her. Though i had seen so many Her clips and photos, and so many times each, still i was shocked greatly by Her beauty, charms and gentleness.
She picked me up from the railway station, and took me to the dungeon for me. On the way, She told me that i would be trained like a dog. After arrival in the dungeon, i was ordered to take off my clothes and shoes, then, She put a collar around my neck, and let me crawl into a cage. Now the two days’ training for me to be Her devoted slave began.
After a while, i heard the vigorous sound of high heels knocking on the tiles, Goddess Ezada thrust one of Her pretty feet in a brand new shining high heeled boot between the bars of the cage. “Kiss it!” i showered my kisses on Her boot. How many times i had dreamed of kissing Her miraculous feet either in shoes or boots, I could not tell, but now the dreams came true. i stopped kissing at Her word “enough!” Then i was ordered to crawl out of the cage and to Her throne where She was now sitting. Again i was allowed to kiss Her boot as the beginning of the ceremony to present my gifts to Her. i was so happy when She told me She was fond of them all.
Then i realized the key moment came, which would decide if She accept me to be Her slave or not. But i was so nervous and clumsy that even in the first test about if i kept Her instructions in mind, i forgot all the positions She had told me beforehand to practice and remember except for the first one—the waiting position. Several of my failures in the test caused the accumulation of whippings as punishment increasing to the number of 65. So i was led to the rack attached to the big bed in the sleeping room, with my hands fastened to the both ends of the crossbar of the rack. Goddess Ezada tried different types of whips on me. At first She flogged me, letting me count the number myself. When i counted to ten, i began to feel the sharp pain. But i saw Goddess Ezada waving Her flog in the mirror. Even when She was flogging hard, She had such a special beauty and elegancy, that my heart melted. Being flogged by such a miraculous beauty, i felt myself in the paradise. my heart was full of gratitude to Goddess Ezada, because the flogging She inflicted on me brought me closer to Her, not only physically but also spiritually. i love to be whipped by Her, no matter She used any kind of whips, some of which even bit into my skin and broke it, especially when the whippings landed on the same spot, just like salt spread on a wound. But i just wanted to express my gratitude to Goddess Ezada, this made me able to resist any pains and sufferings. i just eagerly felt like telling my Goddess: “Thank You, my Goddess Ezada!” and “i worship You, Goddess Ezada. i belong to You!” With these words, all my sufferings and pains were gone. my soul got sublimed. i realized that to be Her slave is the only bright way for me to take; that under Her control and whips, i can learn how to live for the Goddess i love wholeheartedly, how to be a useful, helpful and selfless gentleman, defying any difficulties and hardships in my life.
The whippings brought me especially spiritually closer to my Goddess Ezada. So the same day and the next day, i went through more sessions of whippings where Goddess Ezada increased Her strength and hurt more painfully, i felt them more tolerable just because i believed the fact that whippings please Goddess Ezada is not based on Her need of Her slaves’ pains and sufferings, but on Her divine love for Her slaves. Generally speaking, slaves only need know, to take pains and to suffer for the goddess they worship, would please her, it’s enough. They just try their best to prove that they really love and worship her, no matter how she treat them, and what costs they have to pay for the worship to their goddess. But i have further explored my relationship to Goddess Ezada, i found that no matter how She tortured me and how harsh and strict She was to me, She always cherished a divine love for me, to make me give up useless and surplus desire, desert selfishness and arrogance, pay more attention to my manners, always try to be a polite, modest, selfless gentleman, and respect women, especially respect and worship my Goddess obediently and unconditionally. i even miss to be whipped by my Goddess Ezada. Of course, i will not make mistakes on purpose so as to be punished with whippings just for the sake that they keep our relationship closer. But i will be ready to accept any punishment from Goddess Ezada, if i ever make any mistakes. For example, during the two days, i was so stupid not to have understood Her orders to keep me where i was. i just stayed where i was for a short while, then i thought of Her earlier order to have me go upstairs to take a shower, so i made the mistake of ignoring Her orders to keep me where i was, and saw Her changing clothes in the doorway. Immediately She got very angry, i knew my mistake, and felt very sorry for it, but i did not make any unnecessary explanation, just accepted the whippings willingly. By the way, while she was whipping, i found that my Goddess Ezada looked so beautiful, so fascinating, so sexy, even when She got very angry. i apologized in mind for my stupidity to have made such a stupid mistake, and offended my divine beautiful Goddess. This made me to be very attentive when listening to my Goddess’ words, and other people’s words as well.
In short, i found Goddess Ezada’s whippings on me mean so much for me. They left some marks on my back, especially on my hips. But by now, almost all of them have faded. But just as Goddess Ezada told me, “Marks will fade, but I will be in your mind.” Yes, Goddess Ezada will always be in my mind, and the marks of divine love left by Her will always stay in my heart. I worship You, my Goddess Ezada. I belong to You forever.
Dedicated to my deeply worshiped Goddess Ezada.
—Your humble slave nuli”
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