Ezada Sinn

A boot bitch is allowed to serve Me only if he is useful to Me. I love leather boots and I wear them often, so I expect a leather clad boot fetishist like this one to desire to be around Me. But this is not about him touching, licking or worshiping My boots while I'm wearing them, that's not enough; he needs to learn to clean the boots I wore, performing a certain ritual, and making sure the job is done quickly and up to My standards. To put him for a test, 3 pairs of My leather boots are placed in front of My throne and, under My supervision, he must clean My spit and ash off them with his mouth while I smoke a cigarette. Is he up to the task?..

I do not appreciate men who disrespect Women, be it in personal or professional relationships. I am often entertained by this high-profile CEO and have recently been informed that he treats Ladies who work for him improperly. With Me he is polite and subservient, but, apparently his behavior outside My chambers is quite the opposite. I am disgusted by this, so I will train him to live by My matriarchal principles. I know he has a fetish for boots, so I will use it to degrade him and show him his place in relation to Women.

I am tall, I am strong, and I am way heavier than you. Look at My boots, I said. I can crush you like a worm under My boots. you can try to look bigger, but you can't. you are nothing but a tiny, useless maggot that I can squash with no mercy. So let me show you how much more robust and significant I am. Are you scared? What do you think will happen to your pathetic balls when I will step with all My 72 kg on them? Are you ready to have your balls crushed under My leather high-heel boots? I'm going to take so much pleasure in this. Just look at you shrinking away. What's that: a micro hard-on on My worthless worm? Do you really want to wank that before I crush you?..

I love My thigh high patent leather boots and I like to have them worshiped, but My overzealous chattel is too eager to touch and kiss them before he is actually given permission to do so. Stepping on his stupid fingers is not a sign for him to lay his lips on the exceptional leather. Punishment is in order for this offense, and it will last for the next 24 hours, with the naughty boy locked in a tight set of steel stocks. In this uncomfortable (to put it mildly) position, My boot bitch will be trained to properly worship My exquisite footwear. he understands rather quickly that the next day is going to be quite agonizing for him. My boot maggot must realize that worshiping My boots is a privilege he must earn.

Mistress Alexandra and I are sitting down, taking a little break from Our walk in the woods. Our footwear has become covered in dirt, leaves and other elements of nature. This is a perfect reason to have a chattel and his useful mouth and tongue in tow. An obedient set of lips can suck off dirt off Our boots and remove leaves skewered by stiletto heels. A wet tongue can buff off dried mud and polish the boot to a glossy shine. When their mouths gets filthy, all it takes is a little spit from Us to clean off their dirty, piggy tongues. Both My boots and Mistress Alexandra's shoes will look pristine, even after a walk in the woods.

Haha haha! Once again, you proved how pathetic you are. After just five seconds of staring at My boots, your useless dicklet is hard. Just look at how weak you are. The control that I have over you grows more intense every day. I don't have to do anything, as you just wait there, like a loser, begging for some attention. I suppose when you are so in love and addicted to Me, even the minuscule breadcrumbs I toss in your direction are food enough to satisfy your submission hunger. No wonder I turned you into a worm that lives under My boots. I've become your biggest fetish, boot boy. your place is flat on the floor, ready to accept whatever I give you. See My spit on the wood next to your super-erect cock? Hump the floor right there, slithering in My slime, maggot. you can only ever cum under My boots, rubbing yourself against the floor. I can do anything I want with you, and you'll still love Me.

If you observe Locktober, you are allowed to perform the task in this clip, but without cumming.

Late afternoon is just the perfect time to be lounging in the pool at Femdom Summer Camp, especially since I have two attentive chattels taking care of Me. I am wearing My old leather over-the-knee boots in pool, so it's time to run a competition between My boys. Since I no longer want these wet and tainted boots, the chattel that worships My boots with most passion and adoration will receive them as a gift for his daily Altar ritual. I'm expecting My boys to show imagination and skill in the way they show reverence and devotion to My leather boots. They both have their chance: the winner will receive the coveted prize, while the loser will be caned. Will they be able to show their devotion to My boots even if I'm standing on the bottom of the pool?

From the waiting position, the only things this boot-boy can see are My and Mistress GlamyAnya's gorgeous boots. he's so close to the fabulous leather, yet his dick remains flaccid and ugly. We both feel outright offended that a male groveling in Our presence has not even a sign of an erection. Impotent losers such as him deserve to take the pain from Our swift kicks, aimed at his useless blue nuts and pickle-colored dick. Yet the stupid boy keeps on begging for a release. It will be his last chance to prove he is still capable of having a hard-on. But no matter how much We allow him worship Our boots and try to obtain an erection, the result is visible: this boot boy's genitals are useless and he doesn't deserve to keep them.

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I know My sissy here craves My cock. Yet, before the bitch is allowed to worship and be fucked by it, he must prove himself worthy of such an honor. he will start by kissing My boots, the lowest part of My body, licking them and sucking the heels clean. I want to see plenty of passion as he adores My perfect leather footwear. Then when the ash from My cigarette is just about to fall, My sissy's mouth handily turns into My human ashtray. he's nothing more than an object I use for My everyday needs. A self-opening trash bin that sports a long tongue and is self-cleaning as well. My sissy is a perfect boy for Me, and now I'm ready to fuck him .

My wannabe pony boy passed the first test , so now it's time to stress test his boot worshiping skills. Before I go riding, I expect My boots to be exquisitely tongue cleaned and polished. I have created a well defined boot worship ritual and I demand every devoted chattel to commit all the steps to memory. Any wannabe ponyboy who fails to understand the procedure will pay a hefty price of searing pain. It appears that I have to teach this one the proper sequence of offering reverence to My exquisite designer boots. I expect precision and passion in worshiping and cleaning My leather footwear. Besides, tongue-polished boots are a perfect tool for destroying a disobedient ponyboy's balls.

This is the second of a five-lesson intensive pony training course, the others will follow in the next days. This course is a must for anyone who dreams of serving Me, especially ponyboys; make sure you don't miss any lesson!

This is a custom clip with no name mentioned, and with the following request:

" An arrogant dominant man has been turned into a boot cleaning slave by Mistress Ezada Sinn.

In this POV scene, Mistress is sitting on her throne/sofa/chair, with a cigarette in Her left hand and leash in Her right hand, making this man lick, clean and shine Her thigh high heel boots while mocking, insulting and humiliating him in the most rude way possible.

humiliation, boot worship, boots cleaning slave, boy. "

My chattel sit has been trained in the art of worshiping boots and I wish to share his learned skills with My friend Mistress Kennya. She's wearing a pair of stacked open-toe platforms, sporting monstrously high heels. I genuinely doubt My boy will be able to take the entire length of a heel into his mouth and down his throat. First, he must demonstrate his skills on My leather boots, a pair he's kissed, worshiped and cleaned many times over. Then it's onward to Mistress Kennya's, and sit must obey Her commands perfectly, otherwise he will be punished. I'm proud that he demonstrates a proper subservient posture and executes Her orders without hesitation. However, Mistress Kennya is not impressed with sit's apparent air of pleasing his own sexual desires before Her extraordinary boots. Punishment will follow.

Dominatrix Dinah and I are having such a lovely walk in the forest, as the temperature on this beautiful fall afternoon is just perfect for wearing Our leathers and boots. The path We chose happened to take Us through a rather wet ravine, and Our boots are now very muddy. How fortunate that We have two naked chattels with Us; We can put their tongues, lips and mouths to good use. Wet, thick mud is never effortless to lick up, suck off and swallow. However, do you think Dinah and I care about how difficult a task this can be? Of course not, We demand excellent boot cleaning services no matter where Our leather boots have just been walking.

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you are not a person, you are just My dirt-eating boot-licking bitch. Don't worry, I'll teach even a stupid male pet like you to please Me. With a steel chain leash attached to your collar, I can effortlessly guide your tongue to wherever I want it to go. So get on your knees and stick out your tongue, way out! Focus on the red soles of My perfect boots. I said just look, you are not allowed to touch any of the fine leather. The only thing a boot bitch such as you will get to taste is the dirty soles and heels. Above all, you must learn to appreciate and thank Me for the privilege of cleaning the filthy soles of My exquisite boots. For that's all you are worthy of doing.

This is a custom clip with the name "gagan" mentioned.

My house boys are here to serve, and chattel sit lives locked 24/7 with his steel neck collar and titanium chastity. I have summoned sit to clean My leather walking boots, using nothing else but his tongue and lips. The boots are covered with dust and have dried-on mud embedded deep into the sole treads. This is not fetish footwear, they are practical everyday boots, and sit's tongue is nothing more than an automatic cleaning tool for Me to use. While I'm relaxing with a cigarette while waiting for him to complete this task he will also function as My human ashtray, a purpose I frequently use him for. When sit finishes tongue cleaning My boots I offer him the chance for a release, but, as his service was has been not exactly perfect, there will be a small catch: he can try to obtain his release while I kick his balls. Can he do it?

The stormy morning clouds at the OWK have lifted, and the afternoon sun is shining brightly. It's the perfect weather to go out for a short carriage ride. My pony-boy has been patiently waiting for Me in worm position in the cold rain for hours, but as soon as I approach he immediately springs into action; I am pleased with his servitude. I will reward him with the privilege of worshiping My expensive red leather boots. he might just be a pony-boy, but his lips and tongue must show great devotion to My expensive footwear. Daily whippings have yielded exemplary changes in his behavior. Today's boot worship reward is just a small treat tossed out to My pony-boy to keep him attentive and obedient.

I train My chattels to perform some tasks in a certain way, following a specific ritual, so they can make My life more comfortable and more fulfilled. Today, before I start filming with My chattel medor (who I intend to punish for not making the bed this morning, the clip will be posted in the near future), I wanted him to put My boots on, when I realized that he probably forgot the ritual for that. In his defense, there have been months since the last time he did it, but still, the ritual is very important and I expect all My chattels to perform it by heart. So I will make a little contest between medor and My live-in chattel sit: whichever one of them performs the ritual fastest, in a correct way, will earn the privilege of worshiping My ass, while the other one will be punished. So let's see which one of My chattels proves best at this!

I'm wearing this exquisite pair of custom fitted leather boots made by Arollo for the first time, they are brand new. The first thing that happens to any new item I wear, especially boots, is being worshiped by one of My chattels. It happens so that I have two chattels at My feet today, which is perfect, as they can adore both boots simultaneously. The boots on My feet are like an extension of Me, so My boys must become addicted to My new boots with the same intensity they shower upon Me. My pink poodle and sit just have to be aroused when looking at, touching, kissing, or merely sniffing My beautiful leather boots, thus any flaccid cock will be considered disrespectful or even offensive. I will grant My boys one more chance to make love with My new boots, after they beg My boots for permission to do so; if I am disappointed with their effort then will suffer under My boots.

I know that there is something about high heel boots that makes males susceptible to performing humiliating and painful tests in the hope of getting close to them. I love to have My boys kneeling before Me, focusing intently on My boots: taking in the shape, the leather, the heel and the sole. I want them consumed by every little detail of My expensive designer footwear. I want them to crave for My boots, to beg for permission to get close to the leather. Yet they shall never be allowed to touch the uppers with their disgusting tongues. What My chattel's tongue will embrace is My boot's dirty sole. he will never get to enjoy the excellent taste of My boots' leather, to enjoy the soft, supple texture on his lips. he and his tongue shall only lick clean the sole, along with sucking up My cigarette ash and spit off the floor below My heels, before that same cigarette is used to mark his body as My property.

I am preparing to film a clip, just need to put My boots on - I have My live-in chattel sit right here to take care of that. Stupidly, he decides to perform the short boot ritual, while I am in the mood for the long one. My chattel immediately earns 10 whip lashes for making an assumption, as he should have inquired about My desires before beginning. But the soles of these boots are dirty as I have walked with them outside, and I absolutely abhor walking on the floors of House Of Sinn with dirty boots; thus there is one more useful task I want My live-in chattel to carry out. Without touching the boot's leathers, he must lick clean all the dirt from the soles. This is not worship, this is not for his pleasure, My chattel is being used solely as a tool, performing what I've ordered him to do. To clean my boot's heels and soles, using only his wet tongue.