Ezada Sinn

I expect My chattels to be neat, to make the space around Me more tidy, not create mess. But nuli seems to not understand this very basic principle. Not enough that My place is already dirtier from having a piece of trash like him in it, but he also throws his clothes in a corner instead of folding them neatly when I order him to take them off. My nuli needs to learn how to behave around Me, but also to become less ugly himself, which I am going to take care of right now by embellishing his back with deep red whip marks. With his hideous appearance and tiny ugly pathetic dicklet (should I even call it so if it's smaller that a clit?), nuli deserves to be punished constantly. The greatest privilege nuli can ever get is to be under My boots, and this will only come together with whipping.

I have this slave for a long time, and over the time, he has felt the bite of My whips many times. My red kangaroo leather snake whip is responsible for quite a large part of the pain he received from Me lately.
First I have him kiss My hand and the whip that will bring him pain, as a sign of his submission, then My boots, as an reminder of My superiority. he is just a piece of meat for My whip, a tool for My pleasure. I order him to lie down, like a filthy worm; he is not worthy of standing up in front of Me. He knows what will follow, and he tries to crawl away a little, to escape the pain, but he can't avoid the unavoidable. My whip swings around and its tip lands of his skin with a loud crack, making him scream and wince from pain. He crawls like a worm under My whip.

After a while I stop, and have him kiss My boots again. He knows I am his Mistress, his Goddess, his Everything, and he is nothing more than a worm under My boots.

This is a re-post of an older clip, remastered for those of My fans that haven't seen it yet.

My sissy deserves a punishment again, for being lazy this time. As you can see, he is not a very good sissy, his ass is already red and full of marks from the other punishments he has received lately. Maybe the punishments are not harsh enough, not hurting in the right way to make him learn? Maybe I need to take away his favorite boots for one week? I know he loves them and this will definitely make him think twice next time he does something stupid. But now, he has to learn to be a good sissy, and a good whipping is known to be a good lesson. Nothing teaches better than corporal punishment, according to some schools. I will make My sissy cry, he deserves it. And his screams will not stop Me, I actually enjoy seeing his pretty mouth gagged, drooling all over the whipping bench. This punishment is both useful and pleasant at the same time. For Me, of course.

This is a re-post of and older clip, remastered for those of My fans that haven't seen it yet.

As Miss Sarah has aptly noted, My property sit's white ass looks quite virgin and devoid of any corporal punishment marks. Mistress Tess and I firmly agree with Her observation, and all three of Us are feeling in a very sadistic mood. One after the other, We change the color of his ass, ten whiplashes at a time. We have such a grand time that We decide to play a little game on Our poor boy: "which whip, from which Lady?" Of course, behind his rose ass, We randomly exchange Our punishment implements. his guesses prove far from correct, so his butt soon turns an intense shade of purple. Next, We'll test how well My boy can count in Romanian when in pain. It's quite obvious this chattel still needs lots of training.

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I and Mistress Tess are in the mood for some whip target practice. We have this hapless chattel securely bound in the cock stock, feet secured to the massive steel base while his wrists are shackled behind his back. The poor boy's nipples, balls, and cock are adorned with some pretty wooden pegs, just waiting for Mistress Tess and Me to skillfully dislodge them all one by one, whiplash by whiplash. To make sure that the target doesn't disrupt Our concentration wit his screams, We shoved a big ball-gag deep into his mouth, as this target practice is bound to be quite painful. Round after round continues as the screams only intensify and the tears well up and stream down the unfortunate boy's black hood. It's just so arousing to see the fright and terror emanating from his glassy-eyed stare. We love whip target practice!

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Mistress Tess and I love to wear designer shoes. They are just perfect: the texture and color of luxurious leather, the shape of an enticing vamp, the lofty height of an elevated platform, and the thin pencil stealth of a towering stiletto heel. Our shoes are destined to be worshiped and adored, especially by the lowly chattel that's crawling like a worm at Our flawless heels. We sense his hunger to be closer to Our shoes, to touch them, kiss them, worship them, yet there is a steep price to pay for such a treasured privilege. Pain for pleasure is the levy he shall ante up. In fact, he will pay in advance, for the privilege of placing his unworthy lips on Our magnificent shoes. One whiplash for every kiss; there shall be no pleasure without pain for Our shoe slut.

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One of My chattels has not behaved up to My standards lately; his mistakes are numerous, and he must be punished for every single one of them. Today he will learn his lesson through pain, and with it being an unpleasantly cold morning outside, his torment will be even greater. My boy's pale skin will soon carry the marks to remind him of his failure to please Me and, hopefully, to improve his deportment. There will be no easy beginning, no gentle warm-up; only intense pain and suffering. Each new whip I use will impart a stronger bite to My chattel's exposed flesh. he will take every ounce of pain I care to give him, and I'm confident that this whipping will improve his conduct and help transform him into a better male.

This clip was filmed in collaboration with the OWK.

Today I'm in a whipping mood, so My slave spends his whole day on the St. Andrew's cross. his back is already red, full of deep marks, but his ass is still clean, waiting for its turn. Which has just come. A cat-o-nine quickly turns it red, leaving nice long stripes on the slave's white skin. I enjoy seeing the slave squirm, unable to avoid the pain, his cries are like music for My ears. From time to time I stop the whipping to touch his red hot ass, to feel the swollen marks left by My whip. As a little encouragement for the slave to take more pain, I lean on him a little bit, letting him feel My latex clad breasts on his back, My warm breath on his neck. This way I'm sure he could go for hours, no matter how hard I whip him. Not that it would matter: I whip him as much as I want, because his body belongs to Me; he belongs to Me, and I can do whatever I want and whenever I want with him, he is My slave.

This is a re-post of an older clip, remastered for those of My fans that haven't seen it yet.

I love being a Woman as We are divine for so many different reasons. We are the bearers of life, but his gift comes with a small side effect: period cramps, that I happen to experience right now. Fortunate for Me that I have chattels that I can whip for My pleasure, to help alleviate My mood. If I feel pain, then My chattels shall suffer ten times more intensely. Today I'm going to lash My boy directly on the lower abdomen and pelvic area, so he can better understand the discomfort I'm experiencing. This inferior creature is here to serve Me, to improve My disposition far quicker than any medicine ever could. In fact, the more My chattel cries, the better I feel.

Submission and surrender to a Lady such as Me and Mistress Kennya begins at the soles of Our boots. This inferior creature groveling on the floor before Us is nothing more than a worm that exists to demonstrate his humiliation and desire of surrendering entirely to Us. he is a pathetic example of a male, one who is only worthy of kissing the ground where Our boots have just steeped. Yet it's apparent that he is incapable of demonstrating the proper passion when performing even such a simple task. A whipping punishment to help him understand his place as nothing more than a speck of dirt under Our heels is in order. This lowly chattel is just an object to be used for Our pleasure and most certainly Our amusement.

The slave's hands are cuffed to a spreader bar high above his head. he can move and turn around, just like a puppet, but there's no way he can avoid My whip. Dressed in quite revealing leather clothes, with high heel over the knee boots, I enjoy seeing him at My disposal and show him the whip I am going to use on him. he has to take pain for My pleasure. Lots of pain. I will make him dance under My whip.

This is a re-post of an older clip, remastered for those of My fans that haven't seen it yet.

Mistress Athena and I have a beautiful blank canvas to paint on by using Our whips as brushes. Our chattel, bound tightly in the cock stock, is nothing more than an object for Us to amuse Ourselves with, silent and still. his ass is bruised from an earlier caning , but the top side of his back is still pristine, just asking for Our attention. The nasty tips of Our whips lay down a rosy undercoat of fresh welts, and Our human canvas soon starts to cry out in pain. However, his aroused dick reveals that his suffering is not entirely unpleasant for him. Many more blows later, the faint pink lines turn into bold red stokes. We admire Our work, and Mistress Athena agrees with Me that this the kind of painting is never finished, it should be renewed again and again, never letting the canvas get blank again.

In Our world of Female Supremacy males are swiftly punished for their every offence My chattel nuli is being disciplined today for: first, improperly walking in front of Me, and secondly, for indulging in his own pleasure while removing My shoes. My dear friend Mistress Luna is assisting Me in correcting My chattel's behavior and the punishment lashes to be administered will be doubled from 50 to 100. To keep him focused during the whipping, he must count in Romanian, and after every 10 lashes, nuli must repeat out loud his offenses. No matter how painful it is being whipped by two Romanian Goddesses at once, every slave must accept the pain and understand that Females have the right to train males in any way they deem necessary.

I am very unhappy with the work My personal butler has done for Me lately. The tasks I have assigned to him are not that difficult, yet this simple-minded male seems incapable of performing them. he is plainly too stupid and useless as My butler, so I should just fire him immediately. The only hope for him is proving he can fulfill the position of "whipping boy" in My business. The test is simple: if he asks for mercy as I beat him, then he shall be immediately fired. My chattel must take every ounce of pain I administer upon his white ass if he wishes to remain in My world. Now it's time to see how badly My ex-butler wants to keep a job in My Femdom empire.

Even when I was pregnant and not supposed to move a lot, a chattel's ass was not safe from the retribution of My whip. Every mistake a slave made was met by thorough punishment. This one gets easily aroused by the mere thought that he will be whipped, but that doesn't really bother Me, I can choose to whip his nipples instead of his ass and make sure this will be a real punishment for him, with no hint of pleasure. However, he turns quite annoying when his feeble brain comes up with the stupid assumption that he can determine his own fate! The only thing this slave deserves is to clean up every drop of the pre-cum he has leaked onto My wonderful boots as I whip him. What a pathetic, disgusting male specimen he is, his tongue only useful when mopping up all his filth he's dribbled while crawling on the floor behind Me like the worm that he is.

The moment I close the collar around My French bitch's neck, he becomes nothing more than an object, a sex toy for Me to use as I desire. his only purpose in life is to please Me. he has gifted Me, his Goddess, a special, brutally painful whip, one that I shall only use on his very skin. I shall try it right now; there will be no warm-up, he must just take all the pain I care to inflict on him. The tails are coarse and rough, so they scratch the skin, much in the same way My stiletto claws can mark. The bitch's ass quickly turns red, and I am getting pleased. But nothing can get Me as pleased as My Doxy wand while I continue whipping My bitch.

This clip shows a part of a private play session and was filmed with My phone on a tripod and has already been published on My OnlyEzada fan page, thus I post it here at a lower price than usual.

I love keeping My chattel bound in the House of Sinn garden: naked in chastity, exposed to the elements, ready to be used whenever I wish. he is here to entertain and amuse Me as I and him. he is here to soak in the pain of My sadistic pleasure, regardless of the cold weather, aching legs, or anything else. All because I enjoy it, just for Me. I will mark every spot on the front of his body with My short but heavy whip and razor sharp fingernails. I will make his suffer like he has never before, I will break him, and he will take it all without hesitation because he can see in My eyes how much I enjoy him. The satisfaction I embrace when he is crying and broken.

I am so sick and tired of this slave's stubbornness. My words are the only ones that matter, but for some reason he believes his ideas can be more important than My orders. For this reason the slave will be whipped, he definitely deserves to be punished. Males are here to serve and obey; to follow My orders. I told him not to touch My new antique horse whip, yet he decided it needs some modifications. I'm certain the sharp stings from My single tail whips on his backside will sear some smarts into his brain.

Bound to the wall, helpless, all at My disposal, this slave will experience lots from Me today. his ass is already heavily bruised, his back is red, but I am in the mood to whip him now again. As I don't care to hear his screams of pain, a ball gag is in order. Whipping a slave is always a good starter. I love to feel the heat radiating off his red ass, even though My latex pants. I love to see the whip marks multiplying as the pain intensifies. I know My slave hates to suffer pain like this and that excites Me even more; it makes Me wet to see his bruised back, to hear that he's at the limit of his pain tolerance, but still going on for Me.

And this isn't over yet, it only brought Me in the mood for more (to be posted tomorrow).

I am in the mood to cause My slave some serious pain today with one of My heaviest single-tail whips. To make sure he can take as much as possible, and because I'm so kind, I will first warm him up with a flogger. I might have chosen too heavy a flogger, as My slave seems to already be in pain from the warming itself, but then what will he do when I proceed with the real whipping? Because I am going to use the OWK punishment whip: a hard and heavy implement of pain that I hold as an Imperial Judge, that will make My slave dance with almost no effort from Me. Can he take the pain and please Me?..