Ezada Sinn

It is morning, and I am enjoying coffee in the garden of the Dracula Femdom Castle. I have My chattel before Me, still dressed in his prisoner outfit and ready to serve. I light a cigarette and use his mouth as My human ashtray. he has been kept in the prison for the entire night without food or drink; this morning, he will only consume the dry ash from My cigarette; this is his dinner and breakfast. My prisoner will only eat what I want him to eat.

My feet are extremely smelly and sweaty after a day in boots and latex. My chattel is mummified in latex, hooded, blindfolded and locked in chastity. he doesn’t love feet at all, especially stinky feet, but I will make him sniff My feet before making him clean the sweat with his mouth. I don’t care if he likes it or not; in fact, I enjoy watching him gagging and trying to avoid it by breathing through his mouth. But, in the end, it is always as I want, and he will begin to love the stench of My feet.

This chattel constantly complains about being in chastity, and keeps begging Me to take it off. Today, he will get his wish, the chastity will come off. With the help of Mistress Ayn, I am going to show him what happens to chattels who get let out of chastity.

In the gibbet cage, the chattel is kept in a standing bondage position and exposed to the elements; the cold of the night and the burning Transylvanian sun. By this point, I know he is hungry, but also he is very thirsty. I approach him with a glass of cold water, he is smiling, thinking that the water is for him, but it is My desire to torment him even more. he looks at the water, and his thirst increases as he watches Me drinking and enjoying it. The Transylvanian summer is very hot; his skin is already red, and his mouth very dry. I continue drinking the water, spitting some of it on My boots because I know how desperately he wants to drink it. Finally, because I want him to stay alive, I allow him a few drops of water from My mouth.

I have had My chattel bound on the bench in front of My bed for a while, but his dicklet is still hard. he is such a horny slut that just running My heel up and down his cock keeps him worked up. I’m willing to empty his balls, but there will be no pleasure for him. I'm not going to use My hands or My feet; the only way he will come is from fucking My shoes. Rubbing his dicklet between the sole and heel of My shoes is enough to make him erupt; in fact, he loves My shoes so much that he had three nice ruined orgasms. After that, he must clean his mess and thank My shoes for fucking him.

I want to teach My chattel sit to relax and fully embrace the sensations when he is under My control, without having any expectations of any kind. I mummified him with My worn nylons in tight bondage, leaving only his head out. he is used as My footstool and teased with the smell of My feet. Besides the sensations of bondage, I want him to feel the smell and taste of the nylons which are inside his mouth. Slowly My attention moves to his dicklet, which is beginning to get hard in the chastity. he loves ejaculations, but today it is all about training him not to expect one anymore; the only pleasure is to be under My control, totally submissive under My feet. I remove the chastity and penetrate his dicklet with metal sounds, bigger and bigger every time, and use a vibrator to increase the stimulation. If he is allowed to ejaculate or not doesn’t matter because, as I specified, it is all about giving up control and trusting that I know better what is good for him.

you know you are not worthy to sit with Us; you belong down there at Our feet, eating Our ash and licking Our spit. you are not a person; you are an object; your only purpose is to swallow Our ash. Look at you getting all horny; you were born to be Our ashtray.

My boots are dirty, and I want to change them. I send My chattel to fetch My Arollo boots, but when he returns, I discover with shock that the boots are covered in dust. The idiot could not do such a simple task as ensuring My boots were spotlessly clean. he will definitely be punished, but before I use the whip, I will make him clean the boots as I wear them; he will not be able to use his hands, only his mouth to wipe them until they are spotlessly clean. Now he is ready to be punished .

The biggest gate of Mistress Zeida’s castle requires hard work, and there is one slave in charge of gathering the rocks to build the tall walls. Mistress Zeida and I approach to check his work to find that the lazy idiot only broke a little pile of rocks. We are not satisfied; he tries to show Us how nice the rocks are, and although the rocks are pretty nice, We are not happy with the quantity of work. Mistress Zeida is kind enough to give him a little spit; perhaps the lazy idiot is too thirsty after one day of hard work. he continually insists that he did a good job and tried his best. I crack My whip, and he is so scared and tries to satisfy Us, but he is unable to. We make him carry more rocks and tell him to work harder. In the end, We punish him by making him kneel on the sharp rocks until We decide it is over.

Mistress Lilse, Mistress Ava von Medisin, Mistress Roper, and I have a very willing slut in front of Us. We can see how desperate he is for Our cocks, and We will give him much more than he expected. he is surrounded by cocks and doesn’t know where to begin. With little encouragement needed, he takes Our cocks deep in his throat, but he only has one mouth and needs to start using his hands to please Our cocks. he is such a good cock sucker that soon, My cock explodes in a huge eruption all over his face. Explosion after explosion, We cum over his face until the slut is covered in cum. Our appetites are sated for now, so We leave him there to dry in the sun.

If you have never experienced it, you do not realise how painful a frontal whipping is. Today, My chattel doi will experience it. The only good part about it is that he can look at Me and see in My eyes how much I enjoy this. I start by slapping his nipples with My single-tail whip and increase his fear by telling him how easy it would be for Me to miss his chest and hurt him in other places. His entire torso will be whipped until I am satisfied and ready to turn him around with his back to Me.

The anniversary evening was amazing, and now, after many orgasms, I feel in a good mood, so I will allow Giada and the chattel to have a release. I will play a game that works like this: the chattel will lick Giada’s feet, and Giada will worship My feet while I stimulate them both. The chastity comes off, and the game starts. I will make sure they work hard for their orgasms.

My prisoner has been without food and water for the last two days. He is cold in the black box, and I feel he is ready to do anything. It is time for his breakfast; I take him from the black box and lead him to the kitchen, where I make him hold the blender receptacle as I prepare the food. I start with a chewed banana, but the ingredients become more and more disgusting soon after. One after the other, I add banana peel, My used tissues, and other horrid items, along with some water to improve the consistency, making the most disgusting meal. The colour is perfect for the next stage of his training, making him ready to consume everything that comes from Me.

After several days in the tower prison, the chattel must be subjected to a test. he will be aroused, edged, tormented and milked. If he fails the test, he will be neutered. If he passes the test, he will be allowed to lick My boots, of course, spiced with his cum. I take him out of the prison and expose him to the torment gate. he has limited time to obtain an erection with little stimulation; he will be edged several times and slapped over the balls while maintaining his erection. In the end, he must ejaculate at My exact countdown. Will he pass the test or be castrated?

I’m at the Dracula Femdom Castle and enjoying coffee in the garden. It is a beautiful day outside, but I would like to put my feet up while I drink My coffee. Luckily one of the chattels is nearby, locked in the tower prison. I take him out, make him follow Me and kneel on the sharp pebbles next to My chair. he is chained and must hold My cup and saucer while I tell him how I will use him today. he has had no food or drink for the entire day, so he is weak and shaking from the pain and fear, but his locked dicklet is hard and leaking in the chastity device. he loves to be My prisoner.

The best thing about having a chattel is that I can play with no limits. I put him in an uncomfortable position on his tiptoes and take My time to approach and build up the tension. he knows it is My right to use him in any way I desire; I can whip, humiliate, or milk him. Today, I decided he will be allowed to have an ejaculation, but only if he is able to do it while in pain. I burn his balls, and he immediately loses his erection. I give him enough strokes, but he cannot ejaculate, and his dicklet gets softer and softer. Of course, this will not go unpunished. his balls are stupid, and they have to go. I take off the humbler and kick him in the balls with My knees and boots; I slap them and extinguish My cigarette on them. In the end, I make him kneel, kiss My boots and accept that the balls must go.

A package arrives, and My chattel brings it to Me. I know what it is, and I know My chattel will love it. It is a package of new furs, and I realise how fur affects him. I have a surprise for him, some furs of his own, matching My new one. His excitement is palpable as I wrap the fur around him. I will allow him to touch his; he is not allowed to touch mine, only admire Me. his locked dicklet shows Me how much he likes this. I have another surprise for him; I am going to allow him out of chastity. he is going to tease his cock with a doxy intensely while he looks at Me in fur. In the end, he will be allowed a release, increasing his addiction to fur, one more way to control him.

My chattel spent the night in the black box; he was there without food or water. When he hears My heels approaching, he is happy, although he knows lots of challenges will start for him. I take him out of the box, chained by his balls in a humbler with his hands secured in the back. Using the electric zapper, I shock his balls, his stupid cock and his asshole, making him even more obedient. I make him crawl beside My throne, telling him how I will use him today. The night in the black box made him very submissive, so now he is ready to take everything I want.

My chattel is bound and at My total disposal. I know how horny he gets seeing Me smoking. I can see the effect as I sensually blow the smoke from My red lips, but I don’t care about his locked dicklet. Bound like this, he is in the perfect position to be My seat as I enjoy My cigarette. The best thing is his mouth is in the ideal place to be My ashtray. he is My object, and nothing will pass his lips but what I allow him. When I have finished My cigarette, I extinguish it on his tongue, taking My pleasure in seeing the pain in his eyes from the hot tip on his sensitive tongue. This is just the beginning; My object will suffer in many ways for Me today.

Now his balls are empty he is ready to be punished. Placing him over My knees, I take a small but vicious whip. I whip him with it until his butt is completely red, while he is ordered to repeat the mantras “Kiss the shoe, remove the shoe, kiss your foot, kiss the shoe, put the shoe down.” and “Your foot is above anything else” I don’t think he will forget the ritual again.