Ezada Sinn

This fat, locked in chastity, chattel is just a pig that deserves nothing more than to bathe in spit at My feet. I make him clean My boots of chocolate spit, make him act like the pig he is, clean the floor with his tongue and body. All this while I'm wearing a sexy blue leather dress, shiny pantyhose and high heeled boots, in total contrast with this disgusting pig. I think this is My best humiliation clip in the store at this moment, I sure had the most fun!

This morning, Our puppy watched Us intently as We enjoyed breakfast together, making desperate little noises for attention. Clearly, he craved interaction, longing to be acknowledged by his Goddesses. Zeida allowed him a moment of indulgence.

First, She guided him to Me. he was permitted to sniff My feet, My legs, and even the sweat on My arse, an offering to draw him deeper into his primal state. I wanted him to abandon any semblance of humanity, to become the pure, mindless puppy he truly is.

When My desires were sated, Zeida took her turn, embracing her own unique and intense approach. She taunted and spat on him, mocking his inadequacies as a lowly creature. his failure to reach Her armpits became another source of humiliation, a reminder of how small and powerless he is. Only after sufficient degradation did She allow him the privilege of licking Her armpits, his tongue dutifully cleaning the salty remnants of Her sweat.

As Our arousal grows, so does Our desire for more extreme entertainment and it will be time for Our puppy to be used in more humiliating and painful ways.

I had fun with My personal slave the other night, and I decided to film it and put it here. He is mummified in saran wrap, with a latex mask on the head, unable to move and locked in chastity, and I am sitting on his face, wearing nothing else but 30 den black pantyhose, smothering him with My round bottom. It's basically Me showing everyone how I use him.

My slave has been continuously used for the last two hours, so I bet he's thirsty and hungry by now. My poor slave... But I care about My slaves, so I will feed him, directly from My mouth, like a bird feeding its baby. That is all he is going to get to eat and drink for as long as he is with Me, under My control; all his food and water will come only out of My mouth. And what could he wish for other than to be fed directly from the mouth of his scantily dressed in lace underwear with corset and high heel leather boots Mistress, probably for his whole life? What would you?..

Coming home, I summon My chattel into My bedroom, only to find Myself displeased. This foolish boy dared to wear clothes—an unforgivable act for someone who was ordered to remain naked at all times. his excuse? A mere delivery. This insolence must be punished.

I was feeling generous, intending to allow him the privilege of worshipping Me before releasing him from chastity. Not anymore. his punishment will begin with the pure frustration of worshipping My divine, leather-scented body, glistening from a day of exertion. Yet his chastity will remain locked.

Slowly, I remove My top, and though he knows My perfect breasts are near, he remains obedient, keeping his eyes fixed on Mine. When My skirt slides off, I push his face into My arse, letting him understand his purpose. he will not be released. he exists only to arouse and serve Me.

With a gag silencing his whimpers, I sit on his face, delighting in his helplessness. his caged dicklet swells, purple and aching under My total control. I tease him further, pressing My pantyhose-clad feet to his nose, making him inhale the divine scent of My superiority.

Pleasure courses through Me as I explain his fate. Two more months in chastity. More teasing. More frustration. Perhaps I’ll call My Girlfriend, or even a boyfriend, to satiate My desires, leaving him to kneel in torment. This is his punishment: to suffer, to long, to serve, and to know he will never be enough.

When a slave submits to Me, he can never know what he will get. Sometimes I take into account their preferences and use their fetishes to get what I want or to push their limits. But other times I completely disregard what I know they like and just do whatever I'm in the mood for, what satisfies Me at that particular moment. This slave had no idea what he is being restrained for, all he could do is wait and see. When I accidentally touched his armpit while restraining him, I noticed he twitched, so I felt I want to tickle him right there and then. A complete surprise for him, he was probably expecting to be whipped or something. As he couldn't protect himself in any way, exposed as he was, he started to try and concentrate on suppressing the tickling sensation, but I bet he didn't expect that a slap in the face could ruin all his concentration, did he? And even if tickling was not fun for Me any more, I could always do something else, like, let's say, scratching. Gently tickled a moment ago, brutally scratched in the same place now - this is the fate of a slave, to be at My disposal and expect anything. Who knows what I'll be in the mood for?..

I am an elegant Woman and like to wear high heel shoes and boots. But wearing high heels can be very tiring at times, and, at the end of long days, My feet need to be pampered. For that reason, I keep a foot slave in My studio. Naked, locked in chastity, his only task is to wait in his corner until I call him when I want him to take care of My feet. It's his only purpose in life, but I expect him to perform this task well, employing all the means he can: his hands, his lips, his tongue. Just a tool for My feet, that should be able to do it's job without requiring My attention, so that I could do other important things in the meantime (like, for example, browsing twitter).

Mistress Tess has acquired a new piece of furniture for Her dungeon. It may appear worn and battered, but it offers an intriguing combination of softness and versatility, perfect for both a chair and a sofa. To ensure it meets Her high standards, I joined Mistress Tess, Mistress Michelle Lacy, and Miss Roper to give it a rigorous test.

First, We tested its comfort. Each of Us took turns sitting on its "face," bouncing on it and using its chest as a plush sofa. It surprised Us by being spacious enough to accommodate all four of Us simultaneously. A delightful discovery was its "vibration" feature, though not quite as satisfying as We’d prefer, it showed potential.

However, there was one drawback: it’s a touch too soft. While wonderfully cosy, We prefer something firmer to suit Our needs.

And what better way to finalise the evaluation than by testing its ashtray functionality? After all, every good piece of dungeon furniture must serve multiple purposes. When We come back, We will see if it truly fulfils its potential.

Do you dream of being under two Women as They share passion, surrounded by Their beauty and arousal? At the House of Sinn, fantasies often come true, but not always in the way you imagine.

Our "mattress" is locked in chastity, sealed in an inflatable bodybag, and serves Us perfectly: holding Our weight, feeling the warmth of Our bodies, and catching every scent as We make love. As I kiss and caress Giada, My arse finds its place on his face, trapping his nose between My cheeks, reducing him to nothing but an object for Our pleasure.

you long to be in bed with Us? This is the only way. To look into My eyes, knowing you’ll never have Me, as I take pleasure you can never give. A silent, helpless witness to Our passion, reduced to the role We deem fit for you. Isn’t it everything you’ve ever wanted?

Contrary to what My slave might think, being locked in chastity doesn't mean I can not torment his cock and balls. His cock is safe inside the hard plastic cage, that is true, but his balls are exposed, and even more, squeezed out by the chastity device, very vulnerable. Easy for Me to slap or put lots of clothespins and they play with them or pull them off and enjoy the slave's pain. He must understand that his balls belong to Me and I can do anything I want with them, even when he's locked in chastity. And that I could at any moment unstrap the belts holding him to the bondage bed, unlock his chastity, and start kicking his balls, or stomping his cock and balls, making him kiss My boot while I'm doing it, to thank Me for causing him pain. So he's lucky to be locked in chastity, to only experience a light touch of My boots to his balls, and not having them pierced by My high heels.

My rubber sex toy is restrained in the pillory and locked in chastity. This way he never forgets he is just a toy for My pleasure. And now it would please Me to shove My big black strap-on up his ass and pound it hard. Hard from the very beginning, not wasting any time on warm-ups and other such pleasantries. Fucking his man-pussy so deep and hard arouses Me so much that I start talking to him in Romanian, telling him that he is just a hole for My cock. I feels so good to play with My rubber sex toy!

Since the moment I received this sleek, shiny nylon dress, I’ve known exactly how I wanted to use it: by transforming My chattel into a perfect nylon-clad footstool beneath My makeup table. Dressed in his own restrictive, glossy nylons and locked tight in his metal chastity cage, he assumes his rightful place at My feet.

As I apply My makeup, My nylon-clad feet rest on him, enjoying the silent obedience and the tension growing with each passing moment. I can see how much it arouses him, feeling the cool nylon against his skin, his cage straining, his whole body longing for My attention. But his desire means nothing; this morning is all about My pleasure, My power, and My satisfaction.

With My routine complete, I have him crawl like a worm to My office, where he’ll serve quietly under My desk as I work, a constant reminder that his only purpose is to be used and denied by Me.

It’s been 15 months with My precious Giada, and We’re marking this occasion in the most fitting way possible: a seaside getaway where I hold absolute control. The moment We arrived at Our hotel, I ordered her to strip, leaving her bare and unsure of what might come next. For this anniversary, I prepared a special surprise: a beautiful, restraining straightjacket, one that fits her perfectly, leaving her more vulnerable and helpless than ever. Now, Giada knows she’s at My complete mercy, vulnerable to whatever I desire, whether that means worshipping My sweaty body or taking My slaps.

She bought a drink she really likes and poured two glasses, thinking that she’d be sharing her drink with Me, but I have better plans. From this moment on, she eats and drinks only what comes directly from Me, or from her dog bowl. The bowl, however, sits across the room, and without her hands, she’s left to move it, struggling without her hands as I watch her futile efforts. Inevitably, her fumbling earns her a few more “whip kisses,” marking her skin before she completes her task.

And, now that she has been prepared, I will put her somewhere more convenient while I get ready to use her some more.

At the House of Sinn, every chattel serves Me precisely as I command. Some are granted the privilege of pleasing Me in very personal ways, while others are relegated to tedious, repetitive work. They never know what role they’ll play on any given day.

Today, eleven has been assigned a dull and monotonous task: sorting beads by colour. But there’s more. While eleven focuses on this mindless job, sit, locked in a tight head harness, will have the honour of serving Me in a different way. With sit’s face pulled deep between My voluptuous arse cheeks, I control every movement of his head. I’ll walk around the room, enjoying the sensation of his nose where it belongs, while eleven continues to sort beads.

And just when eleven begins to progress, I’ll scatter the beads across the floor, ensuring his task remains as frustrating as it is pointless. They both exist for My amusement.

After a very enlightening and fun chat with Lady Yna about the eating behaviour training of Our chattels, the time has come to implement the next step of My chattel's training: accepting not only My chewed food and bodily fluids but also My friend's. This is a lesson not only about obedience and the importance of accepting and welcoming his Owner's will in all aspects of his life, but also about submitting to other people at My command. As We chew and spit out the leftovers in his assigned bowl, he watches with fearful and excited eyes, humiliated beyond belief about eating a stranger's leftovers and spit. But his behaviour training is so well developed that he obeys without thought, welcoming any and all aspects of it, as a well-trained chattel must.

After keeping purcelus in the black box all night, without food or water, it’s time for Me, Giada, and Mistress Ayn to decide how best to use this pathetic creature. I instruct him to assume the Inspection position, but instead, the foolish pig takes the Inspect Chastity position, thinking We’d want to inspect his ugly, pathetic dicklet.

Why would We touch such a disgusting thing with Our bare hands? Gloves are a necessity. he craved some attention for that worthless appendage, so We’ll give it to him, but not how he hoped. I’m in a sadistic mood, and his pathetic balls make the perfect target. Together, We’ll slap, whip, and kick his stupid genitals until he deeply regrets begging for Our attention.

This is the only treatment an ugly dicklet like his deserves, and his cries of pain are the sweetest music to Our ears.

My prisoner has been locked in the gibbet cage at Dracula Femdom Castle all night, and I know he is hungry. I don’t really care about his hunger, but I do want to keep him alive; a live toy is much more fun. I take him out of the cage and make him crawl on the grass after Me, not knowing what he is going to eat. The only food prisoners get is the dust from the bottom of My boots. Lying on the floor, he must look up at My boots and admire his upcoming meal. he is really lucky to have some greenery, the grass I walked in before relelasing. I water him with My spit before feeding him. Now it is finally time for some nourishment; I have him lick the mud and grass from the sole of one boot, and then he must suck everything from My heels. he should count himself lucky to enjoy the second course from My other boot. This is the perfect meal for My prisoner, and now that breakfast is over, it is time to put him back into his prison.

Now that I have received all the gifts My "city break" slave had for our anniversary , I've finished with him and want to send him to prepare Me a nice bath. But it seems I might have promised him a couple of months ago to give him a release for his birthday, which kinda coincides with the anniversary, so now he threw himself at My feet begging for that release. It also seems the slave has had no release for the last 6 months (or so he says; I don't remember all these stupid things), so now he really wishes for one. So much, that he agrees to not ask for another release for a whole year, until his next birthday, if I give him one now. Good, let's give him something to remember this whole year!

chattel 11 is here, at the House of Sinn, to serve Me and the House of Sinn Ladies for the next few days. But at the beginning, he made a big mistake with one of the positions. So, after spending some time chained in the black box, I will test him. I wonder how many other positions he will get wrong today when I subject him to the test. While he is tested, My chattel sit will also be used to demonstrate the correct position.

Watch his test and learn; do you know My positions? Can you identify what he does wrong? Or do you need to be punished?

As a boot fetishist, it is very important to Me to have a male worshipping My boots in just the way I want. sit has been Mine for a long time, so he knows exactly how I wish My boots to be worshipped, but eleven here is newer, so I will have him repeat sit’s actions. While they worship My boots, I will relax on My throne with a cigarette. As sit starts at the bottom of My boot, kissing the tip before lovingly working his way up My boot, eleven must follow his actions perfectly. Of course, when I smoke, I need an ashtray, and just because the boys are engaged with My boots is no excuse for them not to be useful by swallowing My ash. When I need it, I just signal to sit, and his mouth is open and ready to accept My ash and spit. While eleven continues to worship, sit must accept his place as My ashtray, doing something he really dislikes just to please Me. This is how I like to use My males, as mere objects.