Ezada Sinn

My property must be useful in every sense of the word: visually pleasing, obedient, functional. My butler, like all My properties, is trained to perform more than one task. Yes, he serves Me tea just how I like it, but when I have a pegging party on the horizon, he must also serve as entertainment for My amusement and My Ladyfriends’ pleasure.

Today, his purpose is clear: arse training. Not gentle, not slow, this is preparation for real use. And I do not intend to lift a finger more than necessary. That is why I have the fucking machine.

With a significantly larger cock attached than he’s used to, I command him to back up and impale himself. I rest My heels on his back, a hot cup of tea in My hands as I read.

Once his hole has accommodated the size, I activate the machine, gradually at first, then deeper, harder, relentless. The best part? I control it all from My app. Even when I leave to meet with My Ladyfriends, I continue adjusting the speed and depth from afar. his torment becomes Our entertainment.

you're weak for latex, and I own that weakness.

Today, I slide into My second skin: a tight, shiny rubber catsuit that grips every curve of My voluptuous body, and most importantly, My perfect arse.

It’s hot. It’s tight. It’s drenched in sweat. And you? you’re already squirming.

I will guide you deeper into your obsession, your uncontrollable latex addiction.

The snap of My latex gloves is your cue.

your cock twitches. your mind melts. your focus narrows to My voice and the erotic shine of this catsuit.

Watch My full, round tits press against the rubber. Try not to lose control when I unzip, just enough to tease you with a glimpse.

But your true weakness?

My voluptuous arse. So big. So powerful. So perfectly shaped under the tightest latex.

you’d give anything to bury your face between those cheeks, to feel the weight of it bounce on your pathetic face. But you don’t get that. you get to watch, worship, and stroke. That’s all you’re good for.

Breathe latex. Worship My arse. Stroke for Me.

you’re Mine, and so is your fetish.

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However you choose to enter My world, one thing is certain: you'll never want to leave.

At the House of Sinn, I am joined by the stunning Mistress Lexy to deliver an unforgettable surprise for My obedient puppy, Giada. I locked Giada in My black box, shackled and hooded in full sensory deprivation. For hours, she has waited in silence, completely unaware of who might be with Me, or what awaits her. She only knows she will be used.

When I open the box, she doesn’t know that it’s not just My presence she senses. She can’t see Mistress Lexy, but her body reacts immediately to Our touch, trembling at the feel of Our leather-gloved hands exploring her. This isn't about her pleasure, it’s about Ours. And today, she is nothing more than Our toy.

She dresses in a very masculine style, hoping to attract powerful Women. And we are exactly the kind of Women she dreams of: beautiful, elegant, dressed in leather, and entirely in control. That’s why she moans the moment Lexy's fingers tease her nipples, even blind, even unsure, she is so desperate to be used.

We undress her slowly, enjoying her helplessness, inspecting the slut she is beneath the clothes. I whisper in her ear while Lexy touches her again, and she gasps.

She wants to be used by Us, but first, she must earn it. She must beg, admit her true purpose, and confess her obsession with being nothing more than a slut for Women like Us. Only when she breaks herself down, surrenders her dignity, and begs to be used do I unlock her.

I absolutely love this piece of bondage furniture: the way My slave is roped down to the table, arms and head secured in the attached pillory, and best of all - his sight of his Goddess is blocked. It puts Me in total control of his cock, and the only thing the slave can do is hear and feel Me tormenting My property. There will be no pleasure for him today, not even a slight chance of a full release. This cock deserves to be punished, and I get so much more aroused when it is painful for him. A few strong rubber condoms tied tightly around the base, and his cock and balls soon turn a beautiful hue of dark blue. Yet the slave is so aroused that he pumps and fucks the air, but is quickly reminded that more pain is just a squeeze of my hand or a scratch of my fingernail away. It's impossible for him to resist My touch and soon a huge river of cum gushes out of the cock in a perfectly ruined orgasm. he doesn't deserve pleasure, only pain and frustration.

This is an original sjambok, cut from thick hippo leather; a cruel, unforgiving tool. But in My hands, it becomes more than an implement of pain, it becomes an instrument of connection.

rabbit lies bound tightly on My bed, helpless and exposed, just how I like her. She gave Me this sjambok herself, because she knows who I am: beautiful, strict, sensual, and uncompromisingly sadistic.

Today, I am dressed in natural silk lingerie, buttery soft leather gloves, boots, and nylons. I am the definition of Femininity: beautiful, sensual, dangerous and strict.

I let her feel the weight of the sjambok, tapping it gently against her arse, letting her think she can anticipate what’s next. The first true stroke lands, and immediately she yelps.

She’s one of the best at taking pain, but even she struggles with this. And I adore that. The struggle. The sounds. The involuntary movements. I tease her with light taps. I surprise her with harsh strokes. I rest the sjambok across her butt, letting her know whats coming.

When she gets cheeky, swatting the sjambok away with a cushion, squirming, trying to escape, I simply toss the cushion aside. If she won’t stay in position, then Her body will offer Me whatever part of it is exposed. That’s how it works.

When I first met this chattel, years ago, he confessed how much he loved being a strap-on slut. Of course, I enjoy fucking him, but not before he satisfies My sadistic desires. I don’t want to fuck an unmarked arse. I want it red, raw, and warm from My whip before I even think of using it.

Just a few lashes and he’s already howling. But that’s only the beginning. Tied up, helpless, he can’t squirm away as I land the whip right between his cheeks, right where My cock will soon stretch him wide. I love seeing him jerk and flinch as I strike his arsehole. I lay My cock across his back so he knows what’s coming, then whip him harder. It turns Me on to hear those screams, to see that pain, so real, so arousing.

I make him suck My cock while I whip him again, his body shaking, his cries echoing around the pain room. Still not enough. I want more from him. More suffering. More marks. More screams.

Once I’m satisfied that his arse is warm enough, properly punished, I shove My cock back into his mouth while I prepare for the next phase. The snap of My latex gloves always signals the start of something interesting. I lube up slowly, walk behind him, and tease his sore little hole with My thick cock. he might be tight, but he knows there’s no point resisting. My cock is going inside whether he wants it or not.

Slowly, I press forward, burying My cock deeper and deeper until My balls are pressed against his flesh. he took the pain for this. Now he’ll take the fucking. Hard and deep, just how I like it.

I adore leather; its scent, its sound, and the way it molds to My divine form, stretching tight over My hands, hugging every curve with purpose. And I know you love it too. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?.

I know you want to stroke for Me? you will, but on My terms. And that means pain. you will wear this cock ring: sharp, cruel, unforgiving. Spikes pressing every time you twitch, every time your cock dares to swell. Do you think you can stay hard for Me while the spikes bite?

I want to see you squirm as your pathetic little dicklet pulses in agony, while I stroke Myself slowly, deliberately, aroused by the leather and your pain. Look into My eyes. I want to see the pain in your eyes.

you want more? I will give you more, but the Kalis Teeth stays on.

I own your cock now. And I’ll stroke it how I please, with My leather-gloved hands. you must learn to appreciate the female form wrapped in leather, commanding your mind and body. you don’t need to see nudity, you don’t need naked breasts, all you need is the leather.

you will hump My boots like the leather pervert you are. you will cum with the Kalis Teeth biting into your flesh. And I don’t care if it’s too much.

I am your Matriarch, and you will obey.

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However you choose to enter My world, one thing is certain: you'll never want to leave.

This prisoner has been convicted of voluntarily exposing himself to unsuspecting Women. The punishment for his offense is 100 strikes to his pitiful balls and cock. I know that he is a pathetic pervert who lusts after Ladies with large breasts wearing tight leather outfits. he might be longing for My generous breasts, but, after I'm done destroying his genitals, he'll never have another erection. Burying his face deep in My leather cleavage and smothering him is only the beginning of his punishment. The more I kick, knee, punch, whip and squeeze the life out of his despicable nuts, the greater I sexually enjoy tormenting My prisoner. A leather pervert such as he does not deserve to live with a working set of nuts hanging between his legs.

I’m on a city break with poodle. We’ve just arrived back at the apartment, and it’s already past 10 pm. We’ve spent the whole day walking around, and I’ve been dressed in tight leather since morning. After so many hours in it, and so much movement, I’m feeling rather hot and sweaty.

And today, you’re privileged, because I’m going to show you exactly how I enjoy using My chattel.

Once he is naked, he is ready to serve. With just a click of My fingers, he’s sniffing under My arms, inhaling the mix of sweat and perfume. I can see how aroused he is, maybe it’s the scent, maybe it’s being so close to My big breasts, with nothing under My top.

But I know what he really wants, to be buried in My leather-clad arse.

I pull his head in, grind it deep between My cheeks, and give him a proper sniff. After a full day sealed in leather, My arse is soaked in sweat, and I know it’s the scent he lives for. I slowly unzip My skirt, place him in arse position, and press him in, his nose disappearing between My cheeks, where it belongs.

But I want to use him more comfortably.

In doormat position, he lies under Me, his face the perfect cushion for My voluptuous, nylon-covered arse. I sit, bounce, rub, enjoying how his dicklet twitches. That’s all he's good for, being smothered and teased. My arousal builds, and I pull the pantyhose down, leaving only My thong to separate his nose from My sweaty arse.

It feels so good to grind into his face, feel him squirming and moaning, knowing he’s desperate and denied. But I want more.

I want him back in arse position, nose locked onto Me, following Me from room to room, his world reduced to the scent of My body, the heat of My sweat, and the ache of his denial.

Look at Me, regal in tight, shiny rubber. and you? Just a thing. Not a servant. Not a submissive. Nothing but an object.you think you deserve to kiss My shoes? Don’t be foolish. you exist to be used.Not as I use My real submissives, no, you’re beneath that. Today, you’re My ashtray.And yes, that’s an honour.Watch Me. The way I hold My cigarette, slide it between My lips. you’ll never touch those lips. This cigarette is already more intimate with Me than you’ll ever be.Open your mouth. Take My spit. Taste it. Swallow it.Now hold still for My ash. Tongue out. Yes, just like that. Hold it there until I command you to eat.you’re nothing. Just a squirming pile of lust at My boots, aching for every flick, every drop, every second in My presence. Maybe, if you're a good human ashtray over the next months, I’ll let you lick the sweat from My feet. Because you can see this rubber catsuit gets hot. Sticky. Dripping. Look at the floor, it’s covered in My sweat.Lick it. From the floor.From ashtray to mop, you were made to be used by Me.

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One of these slaves will be trained to become My full toilet. I relish the fact that they worship Me so profoundly, that they are weak before Me and thus willing to consume every sacred thing that comes out of their Goddess’s divine body. It pleases Me to use their tongues as My toilet paper, their mouths as My toilet bowl, and their throats as My urinal. Their tiny hard dicklets tell Me that they are utterly aroused by the mere mention of My waste seeping into their open mouths. Easily, they will fall prey to My wishes and become totally obsessed with sipping My golden nectar and savouring My fresh and smelly caviar. I will further condition My toilets, allowing release only after they have eaten My vile dark chocolate. They will come to understand their inferior place under My ass, because I am their Goddess, their only hope is to obey Me. But only one of them will get this honour - which one will deserve it?..

I am relaxing, reading a book, when My butler enters the room with My tea, naked, collared and in chastity just as he should be. he has been in My service for many years and knows exactly how I like My tea, but as he holds My cup as a good table, I am annoyed to find the tea is too cold. Of course, this will be punished severely.

I humiliate him for his failure, spitting the tea all over him to show him how the temperature is completely unacceptable. But now he has made a mess all over the floor, which he will now clean up with the tissues in his mouth and crawling on the floor like the worm he is.

But this was not the punishment; a severe caning is in order, and the cane I have in hand is very harsh. Bent over the chair his arse will feel My displeasure, and he feels it from the very first stroke; his back arches, he moans, and a beautiful red mark shows up straight away. I take My time delivering each vicious stroke, enjoying seeing the pain in his reactions. Every stroke leaves a beautiful red stripe across his butt, and he howls in pain each time, but the marks are not even. I switch to hit from the opposite side and continue his punishment, making sure his arse cheeks are equally punished.

The punishment finished, he kneels with his forehead on My and recites the mantra to show his appreciation for this painful lesson.

I’ve just finished fucking hubby, My cock buried deep in his arse, and now it’s time to lock him up again. Chastity goes back on, and his dicklet is caged where it belongs. But just because his cock is out of the way doesn’t mean he’s done pleasing Me sexually.

No release for him. Flat on the floor, in doormat position, he is ready to be used. I want to be pleased. With his tongue, not his dicklet. I sit on his face and ride it like I rode his arse, using his mouth for My pleasure. he feels the chastity cage pressing as My weight settles on him, My strap-on pressed against his face while his tongue works to please Me.

I bounce on him. I use him. I fuck Myself on his face. he kisses and licks, giving Me everything I want. his caged cock twitches, aching. I moan as I come on his tongue, knowing he’s locked and denied.

he did well. But not well enough. I think I’ll call My lover for the real fucking tonight. But first, hubby needs to be cleaned. And I know exactly how.

he’s still feeling the first arse fucking; My strap-on deep in his ass while his cock stayed locked, untouched.

But I’m not done using him. I feel his hands on Me, stroking My ass, full of need. he’s been a good, devoted hubby. So I give him what he thinks he wants. I unlock the cage.

And replace it with a vicious spiked ring.

Now every throb brings pain. And still, I demand more. I want him on his knees behind Me, face buried in My ass, tongue worshipping every inch of Me. he knows what that means, pleasure for Me, suffering for him.

he tries to stay soft. he fails.

And I moan when he moans. his pain feeds My lust.

When I finally release him from the Kalis Teeth, the marks are perfect. But he doesn’t get relief, he gets My cock.

Bent over the chair, I make him watch in the mirror as I fuck him again, deeper this time. his ass stretches open, My strap-on pushing to the hilt.

I adore date nights. After all these years, just seeing him kneel in chastity at My feet, eyes wide, lips kissing My leather boots, it still makes Me wet.

he knows his role, locked, obedient, and desperate. he doesn’t know what’s under My dress yet. But soon, he’ll feel it.

A thick, beautiful strap-on, perfectly hard, perfectly Mine. I make him look in the mirror: Me in leather boots and a crop, him naked, leashed, and aching. his cock is swollen in its cage, useless. I’m the only one getting pleasure tonight.

I let him caress Me, kiss My cleavage, and worship the key dangling between My big breasts. he’s breathless, needy. I want him more desperate.

So I push his mouth down to My cock. I help him suck it, his eyes watering, throat tightening. I smile at his struggles.

I lay him back on the bed, his legs open like the good toy he is. his hole is tight, untouched, but not for long. I spit on it, tease him with the tip, and then press forward. Slowly. Deeply. Deliberately.

he gasps as I fill him completely.

his caged cock turns dark with frustration. He moans under Me, helpless and aching. And I fuck him. Hard. Deep. Over and over. I grab his throat, his leash, his hips, using every part of him to bring Myself pleasure.

Giada was dutifully making My bed, trying to impress Me when I smelled it. That cheap, nauseating perfume. And she knew how much I hate that cheap smell.

Punishment was inevitable. And it would fit the crime exactly.

I will give her new "perfume" straight from My arse. Natural. Dominant. Overpowering.

The moment she saw the harness in My hand, she knew. I strapped it on her, locking her head into place. Now her nose lives where it belongs, buried between My cheeks, made to inhale whatever scent I decide to release.

Sweat. Musk. Gas. No escape.

I don’t need to raise My voice. I don’t even need to move.

If I feel a fart coming, I pull her in.

If I want amusement while reading, I pull her in.

She will stay there for hours. While I walk. While I sit. While I relax.

She is My fart filter.

By the end of the day, her entire world will smell like Me.

you’ve been waiting as a good cuckold, locked in chastity, for Me, your Owner. The sound of My heels on the floor is enough to make you excited. I’ve just fucked three of My favourite lovers and I brought you a gift, four condoms oozing with cum. It is feeding time for you, My cuckold, and your only meal will be the contents of these condoms. I put on My rubber gloves and start feeding you the cum from the condoms one by one, heavily humiliating you sexually. your tiny, locked dicklet getting hard in its cage as I tell you how I was fucked by huge cocks. By now I expect you to recognise each cock from the taste of the cum, but there is a new cock that I have added to My collection; can you tell which one?. I will keep you forever locked and denied while I will fuck better cocks than your tiny, pathetic, inadequate appendage.Bon appétit, My cuckold!

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Look up at Me; leather perfection. you need to understand your place: worshipping Me is an honour, not a right. Before you may even approach, you must accept your lowly position.

Naked. On your knees. Beneath Me. Only when I allow it, only with My permission, will you worship Me. Yes, I may even let you stroke, but only when I say.

you will look at Me, you will listen to Me, and you will repeat the mantras exactly as I instruct.

Giada knows how I expect to begin My mornings: tea, fresh flowers, and her at My feet. And this is how this day starts, but I immediately notice her mistake: the flowers are wilted. And she dares to suggest otherwise. Clearly, there must be punishment, measured, humiliating, and painful.

If she insists the flowers are still worthy, then she can eat them.

I place a rose between her lips and command her to bite it, chew it, consume it. This humiliation is a mere prelude. Real punishment begins with the stems, each one lined with thorns, each one useful.

I strike her face with the roses, My voice calm, elegant, but cutting as I lecture her on her failure; such failure must always come with pain, and she will feel every inch of it.

While I sip My tea, the back of her body becomes My footrest. She remains on her knees, made to clean the floor of the broken petals and stems. She isn't fast enough. So I shove another rose into her mouth, decayed beauty turned punishment, consumed under My command.

My object is bound in place before My throne, rendered helpless and vulnerable, just as I require. With the inflatable hood sealed tightly around his head, he sees nothing. But he hears everything. he smells and feels everything I decide to give.

he has no idea what will come next. That is part of his suffering, and My satisfaction.

I begin with pain. his nipples are clamped tightly, tugged until they throb with a constant pulse of torment. I can hear the pain in his breath through the hood. Music to My ears.

he hears the sound as I unzip My boots, worn all day, soaked in My scent. he knows what’s next. I slide them off slowly, the warmth of My pantyhose rising in the air around him. The way he shifts gives him away. his foot addiction betrays him. he’s desperate. So I smother him. My feet press against his hooded head. he can’t see, but he feels everything; the damp nylon against rubber, the weight of My body, the teasing press against his pathetic little cage. My foot brushes against the locked dicklet and it twitches. Of course it does. That’s all he knows anymore.

I pull the nipple chain again. Harder. he’s caught between agony and arousal. Just where I like him.

I sit in front of My throne so that I can tease him better, My thighs cover his rubber head, I feel the touch of his rubber-clad head against My panties, My scent surrounds him. My feet move across his body, caressing, owning, flicking the stocking I remove directly onto his aching dicklet. It twitches helplessly against its steel prison.

Then, the sound of the key. I remove it from around My neck, letting it jingle close to his ears. he knows what it means. Months have passed without release. he begs in silence.

But I decide when and how. I tease his cocklet with My bare soles now, watching the desperation in his bound body. his balls are so blue, so full, so ready to burst, but it is not for him. It is for Me.

My arousal builds. I press Myself against the hood, and while he is trapped in darkness and frustration, I can give Myself orgasm after orgasm if I wish.

he will cum, but not for his pleasure. All it takes is a brief rub to bring forth a ruined mess. An orgasm emptied of satisfaction. I want his balls to weep. I want the frustration to live inside him.