#capitulation

All slaves soon learn the guiding principle in Goddess Ezada Sinn’sworld.
“All the pleasure is for Her.”
“All the pain is for you.”

The more you suffer for Her eyes to see; the more aroused She becomes. your submission and especially your pain stimulate Her. Goddess Ezada loves to soak in the humiliation Her slave is experiencing under Her hand.  The pain from Her whip can easily drive you to a precipice where a single crack can push you over the edge. The biting cuts deep and instantaneously to the bone, your eyes welt and tear up with ease. She draws you into Hers, all so She can revel in the discomfort and the agony She is pushing you through.

Goddess Ezada Sinn craves to witness the pain of surrender in your eyes.

It’s not just the physical pain Goddess Ezada loves, for a slave’s eyes willingly tell the story of accepting the mental torment and ache She heaps upon you in kind. At the point when your submissive mind willingly surrenders to the reality of accepting more from Her, it is your eyes that first telegraph the paths and watchpoints of the journey you are walking. Goddess Ezada has raped me barren and dry when She stares into my hazel pupils during moments of deep mental acquiescence. A thousand words are spoken in just a single silent glance. She reads me like a child’s book of simple rhymes.

Positively, this silent interaction is not just a one way street. In moments of unbridled passion Goddess Ezada has grabbed and pulled the collar around sit’s neck with fiery intent. my cervical spine snaps from a direct hand induced order, and soon Our/our eyes interlock without a single syllable muttered. The liquid heat behind Her lids radiates, Goddess’s large dark brown irises made every multimeter of the “Windows into Her soul” appear voluminous. The fire in Her soul, Her electrified state of power and sexual arousal, that Femdom passion which never dims, it just consumes Her slave who’s now lost to the power of Her dominant gaze.

Goddess Ezada Sinn’s eyes hold you as captive as any vocal command might bind. There is no path to escape, and there is positively no desire to try. your eyes cry the song of submission while Hers breath in the heat of the soul She rules and owns.

For Her sit, i become lost in the beauty of Goddess Ezada’s eyes. i forget the pain throbbing in my back, the possible pleasure She summons up from Her cock. Nothing else matters, i as tangible flesh and bone become totally irrelevant. The pain and the sex in my physical body evaporate, become lost. Every ounce of my defeat to Goddess Ezada Sinn seeps out through my eyes. While Hers soak up very drop of Her property’s surrender.

Images draw us inward, they allow us to explore, live in the very moment we are not present in, they allow us to connect.  For this slave, the power of Goddess Ezada Sinn’s photographs are a passport to the inner sanctums of my desire to serve, to worship, to belong to a Female Deity i honestly adore and submit before.

Her images are a proof that Her photographs matter.  Her camera is a tool that She uses to keep us enticed as well as focused on Her tasks and Her presence.  With a click of a button She freezes a precious particle of time from Her world and holds it above our heads for Her servants to admire and long to share in.  Goddess Ezada’s images bind us to Her side with acute and ferocious resolve, an almost single-minded intent to make know the truth so many of us are attracted and addicted to.

The power of Her Femdom superiority, Her Feminine dominance bleeds through every pixel we crave to view.  Her selfies are a loadstone to our soul, an attraction, a magnet.  we hunger for more yet linger in perpetuity over each single one.  Her photographs reflect Her passions, Her goals, Her fancies, and Her hungers.  i, this small, and menial slave of Goddess Ezada could spend hours sequestered to the conscience She leaves scattered behind as She moves forward in life.

It’s not the “single epic Goddess shot” her slave lusts to gaze upon that propels me onward.  It’s not the avalanche of endless images we can lie barren and strip out from the web.  The enticement of my subconscious pivots and pirouettes, dancing upon a singular and unprecedented truth.

WhenGoddess Ezada freezes a moment in time Her sit becomes instantly paralyzed, no longer able to avoid Her parallel universe of time.  Her facade, Her guise, Her character, Her eyes cut through the clutter of my life to disclose and make known what my heart truly desires.  Her images reveal the canter of the unparalleled beauty of Her world that i crave to inhabit and remain faithfully obedient before.

Her images allow me the freedom to tell the story, that i truly yearn to be Her slave.  One devoted to Her principles, Her directions and Her pleasures.  A slave of a factual Priestess whom is virtuous and worthy.  The personification of One named Goddess Ezada Sinn.