#mistress ezada

That little voice inside your head, the one you’re listening to, is it fantasy or a conscientious reality? Maybe it’s a hidden desire unfulfilled or a poignant truth staring you straight in the face?

The more intense Your service to the Goddess Ezada Sinn swells, the deeper the need. The need to submit to Her, which in turn fuels the desire to serve. Just like a cat chasing its tail, a mobius loop, maybe gas hurled on an open flame, the fire of surrender to Goddess Ezada endlessly feeds itself and you became utterly consumed.

A precipice appears, and you beg to climb it. The foundation of your past no longer supports the framework of your future. Familiar places must be shed, bold steps seem approachable, even manageable in choice. Goddess Ezada Sinn will drive you forward like this. Yet are you prepared to take flight or will you retreat and forever wonder why you pulled back in fear?

When you have toyed with a vision for so long, a delusion of desires never realized, and finally the portage Goddess Ezada lies barren before you is lucid, you have a choice. you can march backwards and surrender to your past, or you can march forward and surrender to Her. The simple selection between history repeating or new history forged.

What shape does total surrender to a Female Superior take? you realized earlier that your kinks which wove the path to Goddess Ezada Sinn’s doorstep, are now void of substance. The quirks in your deviant behavior, your unusual sexual preference, your fancy, your daydream, everything of the past is repealed and replaced by Her ways.

Her slave must let go of the safety net you’ve kept hidden in the darkened corner of the room. Its time to ascent the cliff of Goddess Ezada’s dominance. Believe in the strength you have, relinquish everything and marvel at the journey of ultimate surrender ahead. Trust in Her and accept the truth that Goddess Ezada Sinn is worthy of total devotion.

Jump off and climb.
Crimp upwards.
your heart wants this.
your body cries for this.
your soul so separately yearns to find this truth.

If you succeed, scale to the top, remember it’s only to concede, to submit, and relinquish all that you are to the Goddess Ezada Sinn. The joy of falling into waiting position, bare and raw, just material for Her to mold. Yes, you have a choice; history repeating itself, or ascension to your ultimate station of surrender before the One who will own you for life.

For Her sit the choice is so articulately clear.
Sunt al dumneavoastra Stapana.

Her assignment hits triggers.
Buttons,Goddess Ezada Sinn knows how to push.
A knob or two …
       that She twists for Her joy and amusement.

A reaction to this clip of doggish Pavlovian proportions.
Where the slow vibrations of a Doxy drains my will.
The disappointment in knowing i must stop …
       to obey Her
       just when you cry and beg
       for a singular spurt of self indulgence.

Transported to Your side …
       i start to count the whip stokes in Romanian.
Recalling the pain and welts from that red single tail whip …
       as if they are happening to me right this very moment in time.

i crave to kiss and worship Your sanctum.
i struggle to accept the pain Your offer me.
i understand it is a gift …
       yet fresh cuts make my bones cringe
       my body scamper away.

Goddess Ezada knows the pain hurts.
Her slave fears the way it will cut.
The sound curls first.
The stinging sear, poignantly just fractions behind.

The soft vibrations build pulsation.
The sexual frustration is pain itself.
You must struggle to obey …
       in pleasure and in pain.

The hunger in Goddess Ezada Sinn’s eyes …
       reveals the depth of Her story.
Wide open.
Weighted breath.
Orgasmically heavy.

“Stop your screaming slave.”
“Look at Me.”

Why ,,, why do you continue?
Why do you surrender now to Her desires …
       Her pleasures.
       Her orgasms, not yours?
my service to Goddess Ezada is all about Her pleasure
Nothing less and everything more.

It’s the fear losing connection.
The terror of being cut loose.
Returning to a place …
       every self-ejaculation you every wanted.
Yet standing still and alone in a vacuum …
       the emptiness of space.
Void of the One you were destined to Worship.

She is gone.
You are lost.
Adrift.
Again.
No paddle to return.

The clip ends as Her screen image blackens.
The vibrations stopped over and over …
       many times, minutes ago.

you obey Goddess Ezada Sinn.
Not because you want too.
It’s because you MUST.

The pain of Her whip kisses.
The frustration of Her denial.
All merely rest stops …
       on your final Journey home.

To the place of ultimate surrender …
       to the only Female Superior that matters …
The One, you can not breath, or live … Without.

TheGoddess Ezada Sinn.

Goddess Ezada Sinn uses you when She wishes.

BeingGoddess Ezada’s property lucidly means you are a possession, one that can and will be used by Her at any minute, of any day She so chooses. Stapana’s whim, is in fact the guiding light and crystal clear directive Her slave must capitulate before and follow without question.

Just a few days ago that principle was again hammered impressionably into my slave property mind. It all started when Goddess Ezada issued an order over IM, out of nowhere.

sit, wear nipple clamps or pegs on your nipples for 30 min while working for Me, today.

Yet that was only the tip of the avalanche about to tumble down. 20 minutes later without warning, IM starts to heat up.

sit entertain Me.
you are working for Me, correct?
Show Me the nipple clamps, now!

Oh cute, looks like the pussy is pulling the chains.
:-)
Take Dodo, lose the cat.

put Dodo on very low speed over your chastity cage                        
Start praising me in text                        
Write Me how much you love to be my slave                        
How painful it is sometimes                        
Humiliating, etc.                        
You may turn off Dodo only after I cum                        
obviously, no ruined orgasm or pre-cum should leak from My property                        
Go!

Write FASTER
Images too

Dodo on variable speed.                        
Stapana sit wants to cum so badly …. please                       
Please. 
i crave to please You

NO!                        
keep it in or you will be punished                        
worship Goddess

i know i KNOW.                        
i worship You everyday …. More than anyone in my whole life.
Please may i give You pleasure beyond pain.
You are the Woman who Owns me … You have complete control over me
i am nothing without You … nothing  without serving You.
You are powerful and i am YOUR slave.                        
i worship You because of Your Feminine allure and power                        
i’m only allowed to cum by Your hand                    
Please crush me, whip me raw, make me cry
Please may i lick You … ??

sit I came once                        
you may stop Dodo for 30 sec and then start it again                        
I want more                        
continue!    

pull the chain from nipple clamps too                        
make it paniful and tell me about it                        
write!

this weight really hurts
i am addicted to You, REALLY addicted  
i hurt when you torture me
i hurt far more when You don’t touch me
i want to lick and kiss You …
i want to be whipped and beaten by You.
i want to CRY for You
i want to be at your feet right NOW.

to lick Me sit                        
I am so wet!!  

Goddess i want to scream ….                        
i want everyone to know that i submit to You.                        
i want people to look at me and see You.                        
You are my powerful Superior … i am just meat for You to play with

Second one (orgasm)
good boy!
stop Dodo
remove clamps
you satisfied Me very well
Good boy!
I am going to take a buble bath now
Yes I am satisfied
Now get back to work for Me slave

Frustrated i do as told and go immediately back to Her assigned tasks while the Goddess Ezada Sinn goes off to relax even more. So you see, as Her possession you will be used by Her on demand, as She wishes. That is your purpose in Her life.

Goddess Ezada Sinn’s words were plain as day in Her text earlier this afternoon …

“you don’t have the right to choose”
“I choose it for you”
“It’s that simple”

She’s absolutely correct in Her statement. The longer i remain Her slave, the fewer rights i have to choose from.

It all started on day one of Goddess Ezada’s training; the devotee agrees to give up control of his orgasms. No touching that little thunder stick of yours without permission boy! Then a mile or two down the road a chastity cage appears between your legs. You love Goddess Ezada Sinn’s control so you go deeper and agree to other rules.

So what rights of choice does sit have now? Here’s the short answer in no particular order of importance.

Buy clothes
Only socks or dance belts as Goddess Ezada picks out everything else in person. you must purge your existing wardrobe of what She does not like.

Daily schedule
She has calendar control, plus Goddess Ezada approves any additions or changes. No spur of the moment adventures, trips, travels, movies or shows without permission.

Daily tasks
Her tasks ALWAYS take immediate priority. Goddess Ezada Sinn’s cardinal rule: you may sleep once Her tasks are complete.

Dining out
Allowed twice per month; otherwise, only coffee and water. Thank gosh my friend’s understand and respect Her rule.

Daily Altar routine
Yes it happens, even in the presence of Goddess Ezada Herself. It’s best to wake up early and go to sleep late in order to fit in Altar Worship around Her waking hours.

Financial control
She wants to understand the past so Goddess Ezada can control and better dictate your future. She holds final say over any expenditure beyond daily staples. your old buying habits completely evaporate.

Life changes and directives
The slave does have a choice here … !!
WhenGoddess Ezada offers you a chance to deepen Your commitment and dedication to Her, you can say “Yes” or you can walk away and let go your slavery under Goddess.

Thus when Goddess Ezada Sinn expounds to Her property, sit …

“you don’t have the right to choose”
“I choose it for you”
“It’s that simple”

She’s totally correct.
She’s totally in charge.

When you look at yourself in the mirror slave, what do You see? It is a consensual reflection or just an image of one? Maybe you see only the One you worship and adore, maybe you’re staring back at yourself. Is it a matter of identify that helps shape and define how you serve the Goddess Ezada Sinn?

The view in the mirror is as different for each slave, much as the path up Goddess Ezada’s mountain of surrender is unique to each male who partakes in the act. The steps you transverse are your own, not a repetition of another.

Reflecting on my journey to Goddess over this past year, i positively see a consensual marriage of two. It did not begin that way at all. sit’s slavery to Goddess Ezada germinated first by me admitting that i have my own appetite but acknowledging that this hunger is not about me alone. i feel a bottom in our BDSM world lives centrally in that vein and please note i am not judging here, there is nothing wrong with that. Yet, my stepping down the path She illuminates forward paints my purpose with a sympathetic perception that sit’s needs now parallel and become shaped by Hers.

In my reflecting pool now there are two, Goddess Ezada Sinn and myself. The journey starts because You/you both have common grounds, similar desires that match and mesh. Somewhere along the path, the slave comes to understand that you must let go of your cravings you’ve brought with you. Simply, your pleasures become a reflection of Hers. You now lick and clean Goddess Ezada’s boots not because you’ve always liked to worship boots, but solely for the purpose that She has demanded it.

So there are two in sit’s mirror, the Goddess Ezada Sinn and i. It feels like a healthy frame to view, a fundamentally sound platform to advance from. Over the upcoming months, i hope to let go of any strains of conditional slavery i am sure are buried under my skin.  When i can advance beyond the limits of these restraints, that surely cast and hold me back, the views from the top of Goddess Ezada’s mountain will be the sweetest sights yet.

It’s pleasant to see two images in the mirror aligned to just one directive. That edict is Her dictum, the decree, and the desires of the Goddess Ezada Sinn.

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.

i really wanted to write this blog focusing on how Goddess Ezada Sinn has left my sex hanging. To detail how Stapana has deepened Her sexual control over me igniting an exasperation for release, raising it to the boiling point of pure denial and frustration. Yet, this afternoon on the ride home the light bulb in my brain clicked “On” to a more immediate and relevant theme.

i’m a person of two long standing personal passions, both outside my attraction to Femdom Divinity. One fixation makes up 70% of my entire life span and the other and even greater 75%. The latter accounts, for 65% of my yearly income. Yet, today things changed and it changed to amplify my surrender to the Goddess Ezada Sinn.

There comes a point when you the slave must acknowledge and accept the truth. If you are honestly going to submit to a Superior Female, other parts of whom you are must be left behind. The male ego that molded and shaped your life has to be released, and Her ego must inhabit its place. your radical ecstasy and sacred sexual exchange, which pulled you to the altar of voluntary servitude before the Goddess Ezada, no longer has bearing and weight in the equation of your future.

Today, i let go of a passion that has driven three quarters of my life. A passion i love so dearly, one that has feed my soul with creation, turmoil, creativity, and joy. A passion i am proud of the results. It’s the creative outlet i am most noted for. Yet, to deepen my slavery to the Goddess Ezada Sinn i closed that door today.

Voluntary slavery to a Female Superior requires bravery, and for me the reality of not serving Goddess Ezada was just a fruitless argument with my desired identity. i have long passed the point when i as a submissive look for a Female Superior that can teach or train me in “everything” i need to know about surrender. The surrender to Her is a choice that i must arrive at and one that i must make real and factual. One of those bridges was passed today, and the gate was closed behind me as i walked willingly forward to the light of Goddess Ezada’s intensifying control.

It was an easy decision, one where the principle of “wasted time is wasted passion” was lucid and transparent. To serve Goddess Ezada Sinn my time living must meet Her needs not mine. my old life reared its head once to often and got in the way.  i am free from the shackles of my past identity simply because i now exist more fully to fulfill Hers.

i do pray that my deepening state of surrender to Goddess Ezada inflames the principle of obedience. The lens through which my slavery to Her becomes clarified, polished, and refined. Her sit closed one pivotal door today, yet i now walk upon an unencumbered portal of genuine surrender to the Goddess Ezada Sinn. Her ownership of sit is more profound now that when he woke this morning. my eyes wide open to the joy of honest submission to the Stapana that owns me, the Goddess Ezada Sinn.

No, not talking submissive stereotypes here such as “service submissive.” i’m just reflecting about the ideal of belonging to Her, of what it takes to make me feel worthy of being a called a slave of the Goddess Ezada Sinn.

To define my place, it all goes back to a simple seed and central core of the abundant joy i receive, just by belonging to Her. The connection Stapana has allowed to forge between Herself, and Her property transcends any singular act of serving Her, of taking pain from Her, or fulfilling some past BDSM kink needs i might harbor. The act of my submission to the Goddess Ezada Sinn doesn’t need to exist in a vacuum separate from my everyday reality. The rapture and jubilation of serving and submitting to Her have simply become my everyday reality. It’s tremendously freeing when your submission to Goddess Ezada is not hidden away during discreet hours of your day.

The joy of service and submission hinge around the principles of honoring; who Goddess Ezada is, and what Stapana wants and desires. Absolute deferment  to Her choices manifests elation, and euphoria in Her sit. Yet it’s an unrealistic expectation on my part, to assume that all my service to Her will constantly be framed by me enjoying my time as Her slave. The work is tiring, the tasks relentless, the pain of Her whip too great, the craving to orgasm out of chastity every present, or the next task maybe impossible to even comprehend let alone carry out. It’s important for me, Her property, to work through those moments of “non-enjoyment” knowing the reason i serve Goddess Ezada Sinn is that i might be valued as a worthy addition to Her stable of devotees, servants, and slaves.

One of the prime factors that drives me deeper into capitulation and obedience, is the reality that i’m not the only One/one undergoing transformation here. i continually witness Goddess Ezada morphing into a stronger Femdom Lady and a more confident Woman as time moves forward. She creates new rules, and i abide by Her wishes. i surrender more deeply, and She shapes a firmer structure for Her Female Lead Relationship to foster and blossom within. Both Our/our energies feed off each other and the foundation sprouts firmer roots and more adventurous diversions to ultimately explore.

To arrive at the point in my life, where any act of service or submission to Goddess Ezada Sinn creates joy inside me, sounds like a noble place to aspire and ascend to. Belonging to Her, deepening my surrender, my capitulation to Her, making Her the Supreme Female that matters, the One who will rule over, control and shape my life, all that is a virtuous and ethical path i wholeheartedly aspire to follow . May i prove worthy of living in that manner, as a slave in service to and under the rule of the Goddess Ezada Sinn.

Watch out, this blog is only my opinion so please bare that in mind. What follows shall not be a rant, given i have no firm idea how Goddess Ezada Sinn feels about such verbiage blossoming forth from Her slaves unannounced. i’m not angry, and i don’t plan to shout. It’s just my honest thoughts and feelings. Certain conclusions which have cemented in me over the course of serving four glorious Femdom Ladies in the last 35 years of my life.

The central theme here orbits around using the possessive word “my” when addressing the Superior Woman who owns me.

• my Domina
  
• my Mistress
  
• ma Reine
  
• mi Diosa
  
• Stapana mea
  

For years i have written over and over “i love You my Owner,” and  “i worship You my Goddess.” It would take the rest of my lifetime just attempting to count every instance where i have used the possessive form of definition. Unless Goddess Ezada so orders it, i shall let that task linger and lay dormant.

my | mī |
poss. det.
• belonging to the speaker:
my name is sit
my friend

• informal used with a name to refer to a member of the speaker’s family
my puppy won top honors at the dog obedience school

• used with forms of address in affectionate, sympathetic, humorous, or patronizing contexts
my dear boy
my poor sissy

Goddess Ezada Sinn using the possessive word makes clear sense to me, but to have it coming from me, Her contractually owned slave, just doesn’t feel right. i positively do not possess Her. Clearly She possesses me. She is not from my family; i am a slave in Hers. The state of ownership in Femdom slavery is bilateral not bidirectional in my heart.

Now about the use of the noun “My Lady,” which is applicable to a Woman of superior social status and position, especially one of noble birth. Yes, Goddess Ezada Sinn surely fits that qualification. Notice however that the first letter in “My” is capitalized. More often than not i never see capitalization used in the two word phrases i listed paragraphs above.

Yet, all of this assumption on my part, gets immediately tossed out the window if Goddess Ezada directs me to pen phrases such as “i love, my Owner” … “Te iubesc, Stapana mea.” In the end the person who owns the slave defines how Her property shall speak and how it shall act, both in public and in private.

Yet, until i am instructed differently this slave named sit shall coral using the possessive only into phrases such as:

• my beaten and bloodied ass.
  
• my bruised and humiliated male ego.
  
• my lack of actual real orgasms.
  

To that end ….

• i worship You Goddess Ezada Sinn.
  
• Te iubesc, Stapana.
  

Just an evening or so ago, a young female friend i know was browsing through my phone’s photo library and asked me a very poignant question. She was interested in this Woman i serve, the One who owns me, the Goddess Ezada Sinn. About an hour earlier, i had five dear ladies I know stand behind me while i assumed Goddess Ezada’s “Waiting position.” A picture was taken in a very public room with lots of people close by. i love and appreciate all my friends for willingly doing this with me.

my young fiend was one of the five. Afterwards she became extremely curious of the Woman that i would perform this act for, so brazenly in public. She wanted to see who was this Goddess Ezada, and sincerely wondered if i were the least bit humiliated by taking such a photo in full open public view.

She thumbed through my photo library with eyes wide open. She seemed attracted to the leather, the use of feminine power over males. She was extremely interested in what it means to be a slave to the Goddess Ezada Sinn.

We/we chatted for quite some time, and i was very lucid of my opinion that showing respect for Goddess Ezada, by falling into waiting position, crawling in heel next to Her, and kissing Her boot in public were not shameful acts at all for me. i told Her how proud it made me feel when i can demonstrate my place under Goddess Ezada for the public to witness.

“Wow,” she retorted. “You must really love this person to do things like that in while other people are passing by.” my friend’s words hit true to the mark. i don’t feel one ounce of humiliation when i am in public doing so, either with friends or with the Goddess Herself. i actually love to express my devotion and obedience to Goddess Ezada in public.

One sees the joy in Goddess Ezada’s eyes when you obey and offer up your slave submission to Her in public. Goddess seems genuinely happy in the images i’ve witnessed when She is heeling Her slave in public.

To belong to a Female Superior such as Goddess Ezada, One who will use public displays of Femdom power to convey Her Female principles to the outside world, is utterly intoxicating for Her owned property, Her sit. i honestly love the Owner who rules me. Her reality concretely matters in settings both public or private.

Best line from my friend that evening, “I need to find some other guys in my life .. !!” That was sweet music to my ears. Sweet music composed and conducted by the Goddess Ezada Sinn, the divine Female and superior Woman i worship, adore, obey both in private and in public.

For many of Goddess Ezada Sinn’s slaves, devotees and fans it is common practice to perform Altar Worship to Her on a daily basis. Her sit is no different in that regard. Two formal Altar Worship sessions every day, one at that start and one before retiring to bed. i spend anywhere from 20 to 30 minutes a day kneeling before Her image with other short periods interspersed thought the day.

Today’s morning Altar Worship covered an extended 35 minutes of mantra and reflection, offered up many aspirations to the Divine Female who owns me. Because of the extra time before Her image, i had the pleasure of allowing words that personify Goddess Ezada, granting them the space to drift into lucid clarity and then effortlessly float out of view.

To me the Goddess Ezada Sinnembodies:

• Feminine beauty
  
• Statuesque glamour
  
• Majestic magnificence
  

• Dominant repose
  
• Superior intellect
  
• Authoritative demeanor
  

• Charismatic alure
  
• Supreme wisdom
  
• Commanding guise
  

• Female predominance
  
• Owner of souls
  
• Sovereign Queen
  

TheGoddess Ezada Sinn is infinitely worthy of sit’s factual worship. In the end i pray that my veneration of Her is honestly worthy of Her ideals for a genuine Female Lead Relationship. #FLR.

i bow before the only One who owns me, in utter and absolute capitulation.
TheGoddess Ezada Sinn.

The longer a slave serves the Goddess Ezada Sinn; the more you realize She is continually assuming greater control of your life.  Soon after She sealed my signature in blood on Her Ownership Contract, new rules and restrictions were outlined by Her and put into practice.

The changes where swift and implemented immediately.  my closest friends instantaneously noticed that something had shifted and now more than ever have a sense that Goddess Ezada’s hand rules over Her sit with a far stronger grasp than anytime before.

What i wear, what i eat, when i can do things, how much i can spend and on what;  Goddess Ezada controls and owns far more than Her cock now.  A slave must come to understand that She will modify what She sees as fit and proper.  your responsibility is to completely obey Her wishes and remain true to Her vision.

If the old axiom “money is power” rains true, Goddess Ezada’s authority over Her sit was recently highlighted in the most subtle of ways.  During the last road trip, We/we stopped for a rest break on the highway.  sit was allowed to wonder off in search of the bathroom but was stopped dead in his tracks, right in front of the water closet’s entrance.  In Belgium one has to pay a small fee to gain entrance to pee or poop.

TheGoddess Ezada has stripped away this slave’s wallet.  There is no spare change in my pocket as She controls what i can buy and when i can spend whatever slave allowance i’ve been given.  The power and the freedom of having money are removed.  i must beg for everything, even an ice cream treat on a hot day in the exposed sun at the zoo, is a gift from Her.  Being penniless means you have no leverage to purchase anything and you soon are quite thankful for any gift She grants you.

In this single solitary happenstance, Her influence and rule over Goddess’s property becomes crystal clear.  i must ask for Owner, if She’ll grant me the nominal coin fee so i can even just go properly pee.

i turn to notice Goddess Ezada walking towards me with a huge broad smile on Her face.  She certainly must have understood what would transpire for me, as i stood poised to enter the bathroom.  We/we waited in line, I behind Her.  At the payment turnstile, She paid the coin, and informed me to “Go now.”  Others around Us/us were watching Our/our interactions, and i sheepishly felt like a young child being controlled by his Mother.

As i sat in the stall, remember slaves in steel chastity must sit, i silently reflected and realized more than ever that Goddess Ezada Sinn controls far more of me each day i march forward under Her ownership.

“Paying to pee.”  It’s not your right slave, it’s a privilege the Goddess Ezada Sinn grants you.

Serving the Goddess Ezada Sinn begins the moment She defines and lays down any rule.  Will you obey, respect and follow Her directives?  Goddess made very lucid one of Her cardinal rules immediately after starting my online training.

“I own your cock and balls now.  you are not allowed to orgasm without My permission.”

Standard and fair, Her wishes so respect them, right?  we devotees begin with the finest of intents, but can you just cut off enjoying our own cock’s explosive pleasure?  Stop cold turkey, leave yourself high and dry, frustrated and sexually unsatisfied.  More bluntly put, can you blow out the fire at the end of your impotent dick? Will you obey a Goddess you’ve just contacted via email?

A question worthy of debate, with the utmost granular concern.  All it took was 44 days followed by 2 days of ordered and supervised edging, before i fell flat on my face, off Goddess Ezada’s chastity wagon.  All for a few seconds of self satisfaction that eventually sank into self loathing.

So began the next year on April 2nd 2015.  365 days of no pop, no exploding cork from my own personal champagne bottle, no joy in Mudville on the days i arched backwards and ached inwards for an explosive orgasmic release.  Goddess Ezada even denied me any pleasure the first time We/we met.  She has me teased and denied, floundering as though a fish pulled from water, wound up like a top unable to pull my own string.

There comes a point in slavery to the Goddess Ezada Sinn where you the slave must let one desire fade away so another more productive desire can live inside you and occupy it’s rightful place.

my desire to obey Her now far exceeds my old desire of self orgasmic pleasure.

It’s taken a year since i last slipped and disobeyed. The road has been full of tumultuous pressures, infinite temptations, countless moments of “i so badly want to.”  Yet obeying Goddess Ezada Sinn has weathered the storm of self pleasure that used to be so much a part of my past daily life.

One desire fades.
Another takes its place.
TheGoddess Ezada Sinn cements deeper control.
A slave learns to obey.

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.

The longer you remain under the spell of the Goddess Ezada Sinn, the more frequently this kind of dilemma will occur in your everyday life.  Everything normal flies out the window, only one focus remains and it burns way too bright to ignore.  Today, just happens to be one of those days.  Today sit would sell my soul to perform just one solemn act before i sleep this evening.  All this slave craves, all this slave desires, all this slave wants to do is worship the boots of the Goddess Ezada Sinn.

Yes, i have a weakness for a Superior Female in boots, that fetish goes way, way back.  The smooth and supple leather, the sharp pointed high heels, the long winding laces, all this and more percolate a rise out of my sexual senses.  Yet, today the hunger is more than just a simple appetite, it’s down right lust, a bone dry thirst, a famine, an ache.

Goddess Ezada loves Her boots.  Loves the power they cast over Her minions.  Loves to see a male gravel in adoration before Her feet as he proclaims his undivided capitulation to the ground She walks upon.  Goddess is quite particular over the manner in which the slave performs the ritual of boot worship.  Any servant of Her should know this ritual like the back of his hand.

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sit has studied all ten steps.  Can repeat them in his sleep, forward and backward.  Yet on a day such as this, he can’t focus on anything but Her boots.  Every image of Goddess Ezada in boots drives me wild, plummets me to my knees.  Every image of Her in thigh high leather tugs on my submissive heartstrings.  i full well understand my place as a slave, and it is never to ask to be allowed to worship Her boots.  That’s Her choice, Her decision, Her resolve.

Still, today i can’t stop thinking about Goddess Ezada walking in Her boots.  Standing in Her boots.  Sitting on me in Her boots.  Today, i am unconditionally addicted to the mere instance of prostrating myself before Her boots and begging.  Oh, i really mean BEGGING, to worship them PROPERLY.  To touch them, to caress each pair, to kiss and polish them until the flesh on my tongue turns red and raw from all the pressure you apply, just so She can feel your devotion right through the thick leather skin which hugs Her glorious legs.

Yes, the longer you remain under the spell of the Goddess Ezada Sinn, the more you realize that this craving for boot worships is only one of the many addictions She is sprouting inside you.  Tomorrow, it might be Her nails, Her eyes, Her lips, the next day Her whips.

At some point down the road to total slavery, everyday becomes a day of addiction to the Goddess Ezada.  you can’t turn back.  you don’t want to turn back.  Your dedication to Her, your obsession with Her, your infatuation of Her, overwhelms everything else.

Welcome to your new life under the Goddess Ezada Sinn, slave.  Get on your knees and worship.

Words from the Goddess Ezada Sinn.


“your life would be so much more fulfilled under My 24/7 total control, working only for Me!  Offer Me everything!  Every minute of your life.”

DearOwner&Goddess.

How do i beg?

How do i lay exposed … naked to my very bones before You?
How do i make vulnerable … my spirit for You to take and twist?


Please accept every heated second, not just every meager minute of Your sit’s life.  To please You … to cry joy, to submit and to surrender all of whom i am to You.

The concrete possibility of reaching such a nobel pinnacle, the factual and tangible rank of TOTAL slavery to the Goddess Ezada Sinn, is genuine and not a flight of fancy.

To prove worthy of such an honored place in “heel” beside You, in “wait” before You.  i offer Goddess more than every thing of me.

Yes, i plead for the opening to do so.
i offer Goddess Ezada Sinn, sit’s own body, passion, and soul.