Mistress Ezada’s prisoner full story The peril of deceit

The day had started innocently enough as I arrived to spend 3 days servitude training with my Mistress, the amazing Mistress Ezada. As the door opened and I set eyes on Her I went weak at the knees at the sight of sheer dominant beauty that greeted me. Mistress was wearing a beautiful black lace retro shirt with a short black leather mini skirt. Her amazing legs were adorned with sheer black satin tights and over the knee black leather boots. Her long black lustrous hair was fixed high, Her skin glowed and was beautifully made up and Her full perfect lips were a deep red colour.

It was not long before I was naked and being collared. Mistress lifted my head with the handle of Her dreaded Black Russian whip.

“How long have you been in mental chastity slave?”

“42 days Mistress”

With that Mistress took me by the collar, head bowed as always, and led me into the large playroom. Before I knew it the upper part of my body was tightly bound and my arms pulled up high behind me attached to a pulley and I was hoisted up on to tip toes.

This mesmeric vision of perfection stood in front of me.

“What is the matter slave? Are you not pleased to see Your Goddess?” as my little cock remained flaccid despite being faced by surely the most awesomely beautiful Mistress in the world.

“Yes Mistress, I think about You every waking moment and dream about You from the time my eyes close every night. It is always a great great joy and honour to see You Mistress”

“It does not look like it to me. That pathetic disgusting little appendage between your legs that you laughingly call a cock has not stirred in my presence. You insult Me slave”

“I am sorry Mistress, I don’t understand”

“Nor do I, particularly after 42 days in chastity. I am going to milk you now as the balls that I own must be blue and full despite what that hopeless little dicklet is suggesting. This will not be a pleasurable experience for you however, it is purely functional and for the good of your health. You are extremely fortunate that I am so considerate towards my slaves”

“Thank you Mistress” I stammered knowing from past experience that this would be a painful and frustrating occurrence.

Mistress snapped on some latex gloves.

“I certainly do not wish to soil my perfect skin on that tiny little thing. Although I will probably only need 2 fingers”

With that Mistress expertly began to manipulate my small cock and looked at me quizzically as it was slow to come to any sort of erect status. She worked hard and my cock was becoming sore and painful from Her ministrations. Eventually She knew when I was about to come and pulled Her hand away. A few painful seconds later a small amount of cum dribbled from my aching cock on to the floor below.

“What is this?” She shouted. “Is this all the filth You have for Your Mistress after 42 days in chastity?”

Before I could answer She roughy grabbed my cock again. It was already red, painful and sensitive as She pulled on it very hard.

“I am going to milk every drop of filth from Your disgusting body.”

I was in agony as She overstimulated my little piece of gristle. I screamed in pain as She eventually produced another small drop.

She gripped my face tightly in Her hand and looked at me menacingly.

“What is the meaning of this pathetic display slave? Have you been discharging Your disgusting filth without MY permission? Have you been masturbating? Have you been touching MY property?”

“Nnnnno Mistress” I replied, my voice quivering with fear.

“I don’t believe you, you lying little shit. There can be no other explanation”

Before I could answer She dropped me to the floor and undid the ropes. She grabbed me by the collar again and pulled me along behind Her. I could tell She was angry and I nearly stumbled as I tried to keep up with Her.

“I am taking You to the interrogation room and torture chamber. I WILL find out the truth”

I was led down the stairs to the dark foreboding chamber that houses the interrogation room, torture chamber and prison cells. This is a cold and intimidating place, underground with no windows or natural light. By its nature it is totally soundproof. The walls are dark, the atmosphere is dank and you can immediately imagine many a confession being tortured out of a prisoner in this environment.

I was secured by my wrists and ankles in the interrogation chair. The only other furniture in this barren and scary room was an old table. Mistress stood in front of me and spat contemptuously in my face. 5 or 6 times more She spat in my face with real venom.

With Her leather gloved hands She then slapped me hard around the face at least 20 times. My ears were ringing by the time She stopped.

She picked up Her whip and drew it slowly through Her hand slowly circling the chair, Her high heels creating a slight echo in the sparse chamber.

“That impotent insignificant little piece of meat between your legs is MY property. Those scrawny pathetic balls are MY property. You NEVER touch MY property without MY permission. I know from the puny amount of filthy juice that you produced when I was kind enough to milk you for your own health, that you have been touching MY property and discharging your disgusting cum behind MY back. Trust me My dirty little slave I WILL find out the truth. And when I do you will be sorry. VERY VERY sorry”

I was shaking with fear. I have never seen my Mistress so angry and determined.

There was fire in Her eyes as She reached forward and grabbed my nipples painfully digging her talon like nails into them. She knows my weak spot. My nipples are so sensitive, I hate them being tortured.

“I will torture your nipples so hard that it will be a long time before you can bear to wear any clothes over them”

She spat in my face again and again as She squeezed, pulled and twisted my nipples. The pain was excruciating.

Her spit ran down my face as She stood back and picked up Her whip once again. She looked like the ultimate Torturess and I am sure could extract a confession from even the most hardened of offenders.

A flick of Her wrist and the end of Her whip caught my already highly sensitive nipple. I screamed involuntarily.

“You can scream all you want you lying piece of garbage. No one will hear you down here. Indeed I intend to make you scream a lot more”

With that She rhythmically whipped my nipples alternating between left and right. She is an absolute expert with the whip and each lash fell accurately on bruised and agonisingly painful nipples. The screaming was constant as my running tears mingled with the spit She had deposited on my face.

A temporary respite as She moved around the chair slowly again.

Next thing She jerked my head back pulling Her whip around my throat from behind.

“Ready to confess, little shit?”

“I have nothing to confess Mistress” I croaked pathetically.

“Oh, I think you do. So We will carry on with your torture until you see some sense”

She came around to the front and pressed the sole of Her boot on to my spent and very tender cock squeezing it painfully against the hard wooden chair. She twisted Her foot backwards and forwards and then dug Her stiletto heels into my balls time after time.

“Funny how something so small and insignificant can get you into so much trouble, isn’t it” She sneered as yet more spit landed on my face.

She then reached forward and took hold of my nipples once again. She squeezed, twisted and pulled with much greater force than ever before. Her sadistic eyes bore into mine which were full of tears. My wailing screams echoed around the chamber. I have never known such pain.

“THE TRUTH SLAVE, I WANT THE TRUTH!”

“Pleeeeeeaaaaase Mistress, no more, no more” I screamed

“CONFESS SLAVE”

“Yyyyyeeees Mistress, I have a confession” I stammered amongst the screams and intense pain.

She released my nipples. I looked down. They were red raw and small amounts of blood flowed from each one. My whole body shook in shock as I desperately tried to compose myself. Why oh why had I not been sensible enough to to tell Her earlier. Surely I could have saved myself some pain despite my severe embarrassment.

“This had better be good slave”

“Oh, Mistress I am so so sorry. I know that that this small cock and these ugly balls are Your property. I know that I am not allowed to touch them without Your permission. Indeed I am Your property Mistress and I would never dream of touching Your property without permission or disobeying Your orders for I know the consequence would be immediate dismissal from Your service and my life would simply not be worth living if I could not serve You. I think about You every waking hour and how You control my life. Your overwhelming beauty and power has me in a constant state of arousal and Your cock constantly weeps and longs for Your presence”

“Yes, yes slave that is exactly the way it should be. You are Mine to do with as I please and I want you in a constant state of frustration. I control the cock and I control your mind. So you had better tell me quick what you did to betray My trust if you do not wish to suffer any more pain right now”

“Mistress, this is so embarrassing for me. Every night when I go to bed I repeat the mantra in front of Your image. I drift off to submissive sleep with You in my mind and when I wake up You are still there. But 2 nights ago after 40 days in chastity I had an accident. I woke up in the middle of the night in a wet sticky mess. I must have been dreaming about You and had a wet dream, a very wet dream. Mistress, I was so so embarrassed and I could not think of a way to tell You. I love You so much Mistress and now I regret hugely that I didn’t tell You. I pray Mistress that You might find a way to forgive me and not dismiss me from Your service. I beg You”

Silence. The only sound was the click of Mistress’s heels on the cold unyielding tiles as She slowly circled the chair again. I longed for Her to speak, to say something. The tension was so frightening. After about 5 minutes of mental torture She stood before me again. She slapped me very hard round the face maybe 20 times.

“I am angry with you slave. VERY angry. And I am also highly disappointed. You abused MY trust. You lied to ME. You tried to deceive ME. For these crimes You will be punished. SEVERELY. You will spend the next 3 days chained and shackled in solitary confinement in one of My cells. You will be cold, hungry and deprived of sleep. You will be subjected to regular whippings. You will be degraded and humiliated beyond your wildest imagination. Quite simply you will regret until the day that you die that you chose to lie to ME and tried to deceive ME. During this time I will decide whether or not to dismiss you. Should however I decide to retain you then trust Me I will ensure that you will NEVER be able to have a wet dream again, you disgusting piece of filth. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yyyyes Mistress” I stammered nervously. My whole body trembled with fear.

I was left secured in the interrogation chair as Mistress left me, Her heels clicking impatiently on the floor as She moved around the chamber. I heard the sound of chain being dropped on the floor. Eventually She returned and undid the bonds that had held me so tightly during the interrogation and torture. She had returned with manacles and chains but before She fitted them She told me to bend over.

“Spread your ass cheeks”

With that She rather roughly inserted a butt plug which was uncomfortably large for my tight little man pussy.

“You will keep this butt plug in at all times other than when I permit you toilet functions and when I fuck you with my strap on”

“Present balls”

They were sore to touch after the torture they had been through and their swollen condition just made the chastity device that Mistress deftly fitted seem even tighter and more uncomfortable.

She then fitted a collar and heavy steel manacles to my ankles and wrists secured with padlocks. She attached the length of heavy chain to the collar and unceremoniously dragged me towards the cells.

The cell was small and narrow. The bed consisted of a piece of thin foam on hard board. Thankfully there was a prison blanket which Mistress left there. There were securing bolts in the walls and a plastic bucket in the corner. An infra red camera completed the “furnishings”.

Once inside the tiny cell She padlocked the chain attached to my collar to the wall. There was sufficient chain for me to move to the cell door and also to reach the bucket. Fear and anxiety gripped me as the door was slammed closed and padlocked.

“This is your home slave for the immediate future. You will be isolated totally, lonely, hungry and cold. It will be dark at all times other than when I enter the chamber. You will lose all track of time and be unable to distinguish between night and day. When you hear me approach you will immediately stand in the middle of the cell, hands behind your back, head bowed. You will have all the time in the world to contemplate the error of your ways. I intend to make you suffer for your deceit and lies”

With that She turned and the noise of Her heels grew fainter. I was then plunged into total darkness as She flicked the light switch and then I heard the heavy steel outer door being bolted shut.

I clambered on to the uncomfortable bed. The silence was eerie and the darkness was engulfing and frightening. All I could see was a couple of tiny red lights on the camera that stared down at me. My head was still spinning not just from the slapping but from all that had happened in the hours before. My misery was compounded by the agonising pain in my nipples, the tightness of the chastity cage and the invasiveness of the butt plug. I was truly scared as I reflected on the fact that I was totally at the mercy of and under the control of my Mistress. My only permitted activity was breathing. A living nightmare.

Hours passed, or at least I think they did, as I tried desperately to get comfortable and stay warm. The only noise was that of my chain every time I moved. Maybe She was watching me, maybe not. Hunger pangs contributed to my inability to sleep. I just stared and stared at the darkness, my mind numb, my physical pain acting as a reminder of my stupidity.

My senses were heightened. I kept believing I could see things in the darkness. My ears strained for the slightest sound that would give me some hope of relief from this mental and physical agony. But nothing. Just emptiness.

I jumped as I heard the locks on the heavy steel door being opened. Some relief at last. A shaft of light. The slow deliberate click of Mistress’s heels on the cold stone floor. I leapt from the bed and assumed the position. My heart raced with relief. And then just as quickly the sound of the heels slowly disappeared, once more darkness and despair as the light died and the heavy steel door closing echoed in this forbidding place. How could She do this to me? Reality was She could do anything She wanted as She tortured my emotions.

I think I drifted in and out of sleep over what seemed like hours and hours. My ears however never slept, straining for the slightest hopeful sound. And then it came, the heavy door, light filing the room and the sound of heels getting closer and closer. This time they kept coming as I obediently got into position. And then Her boots appeared at the door. A foot was pushed through the bars.

“Kiss”

I did so full of relief and joy despite my pain and discomfort. I was so happy just to hear and see Her boots.

“That’s enough, get up”

My eyes were transfixed as I slowly rose. Mistress was wearing Her beautiful stretch leather trousers and a fabulous zipped leather top that revealed a tantalising glimpse of Her wonderful cleavage. Her outfit was adorned with a fabulous silk animal print scarf serving as a belt. As She unlocked the door I saw that she also carried Her incredibly effective red snake whip.

She unlocked me from the wall and looked into my eyes.

“Pleased to see me slave?”

“Oh yes Mistress, oh yes” I gushed with real and genuine delight.

“I don’t think you will be so pleased in a minute”

She led me out of the cell and upstairs into a large courtyard. I was surprised it was still daytime, I felt as though I had been locked up for much much longer.

The air was slightly cool as Mistress fixed my head and arms into the pillory. She then stood back and I heard Her grunt with effort a split second before the first lash of Her devilish snake whip ripped into my flesh. Lash after lash followed as I screamed, yelped and danced like a man who had lost all control of his limbs as I tried to avoid the stinging lashes. As always however there was no escape. Eventually it stopped and as I hung helplessly in the stocks I felt like my flesh was on fire.

“That is just the first of Your whippings, you deceitful piece of dirt. Be thankful I was gentle with you. There will be many more whippings during Your time here. You only have yourself to blame”

I was released, dragged back to the cell, chained up again and after kissing Mistress’s boots and thanking Her I was once again plunged into my dark lonely existence. Now even trying to lie on the bed was uncomfortable due to the pain in my back and backside. When oh when will this torment ever end……

It is hard to describe the feelings of helplessness and emptiness. In this place there is nothing but mind numbing silence hour after hour after hour. The prison is underground, the walls and floors are thick concrete. There is just no sound of the outside world, no traffic, no aircraft, no voices. Nothing but total isolated silence. I long and pray to hear that heavy door being opened and to hear Mistress’s footsteps. Yet I know the moment I do that more pain and suffering is imminent! I am confused, bewildered but on balance I want that pain, I want that suffering because it means contact with my Mistress.

The door moves, light, heels slowly clicking. Quick, quick I must get in position. I am so excited at the thought of seeing my Mistress. So excited at the thought of more suffering!!!

This time I am kissing beautiful red leather knee boots and as I rise and look up I see Mistress dressed in an animal print coat. I cannot see what She is wearing underneath.

“Remove your butt plug and kneel at the door in front of me”

It was hard to remove the butt plug after so long and it really stung as I slowly withdrew it from my little man pussy. I knelt in front of Her and She parted Her coat to reveal a huge black strap on!

“Suck on My big black cock slave. Deep throat it. Suck, suck suck you little cock sucking whore. It is in your interests to make My cock as moist as you can”

Mistress has fucked me before but not with anything as big as this.

“Turn, face the wall, put your ass against the bars and grab your ankles”

Next thing I felt this huge black cock pushing against my tight man pussy. I will never be able to take that I thought. But Mistress persisted and I thought I was going to be split in 2 as She forced it deep inside me.

“Now fuck yourself on My cock, bitch”

With that she had me rhythmically and painfully fucking myself in this humiliating position holding on to my own ankles. If I slowed down She just penetrated me deeper and made me fuck myself harder. I begged for mercy from this degrading ordeal.

“Lying, deceitful sluts do not deserve any mercy. Keep fucking yourself”

I can only think She got a bit bored as She pushed me away off Her cock. I felt violated. My pussy stung and ached. I almost craved the solitude again as a respite from the degradation and pain.

“Stand up. Cone here and put your arms through the bars on the door.”

I pushed them through and She joined them together with some chain and padlocked it. I am now in a forced standing position with my arms outside the cell.

“Now, slave, you will repeat this mantra – I worship my Goddess Ezada Sinn, I belong to Her and I will never lie or be deceitful to Her again. You will repeat this over and over.”

She showed me a monitor.

“This is like a baby monitor. Upstairs I have a guard who will monitor you constantly with instructions to report to Me should you make any mistakes or stop without instruction. She is very mean and sadistic so I may even hand you over to her for punishment should you earn it”

She laughed as She left the chamber. My plight had got worse. Now I was forced in a standing position repeating this mantra over and over again. I was so fearful of making a mistake or stopping and being possibly exposed to this sadistic guard who was probably itching for me to make a mistake. The blackness engulfed me again as I started. She will probably only make me do this for a few minutes I thought.

Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!

It must have been 3 hours at least. Maybe more. My voice became hoarse. Concentration was total. Every part of me ached, I was desperate to sit or lie on the uncomfortable bed. My man pussy was still stinging wildly. This was cruel cruel punishment and torture. I was so hungry I felt weak. Maybe there is no guard, but I was sure not going to take the risk.

And then the door again. Light. Clickety click with the heels. Mixed emotions of contact with my Mistress but the inevitable pain, degradation or humiliation that Her presence meant.

She appeared at the cell door. I did not dare stop repeating the mantra as She had not told me to. She let me continue as She looked at me. Now She was dressed in a leather top and short leather skirt with suspenders and stockings and Her black leather boots. In Her hand She held a carton. Food maybe! I was desperately hungry.

She undid my arms and it was such a relief to allow them to drop by my side.

“Stop”

“Kiss my boot” as She eased it between the bars.

“Stand up. I expect slave that you are hungry and thirsty. Not that you deserve anything other than being made to eat soap to clean out your dirty lying mouth”

“Please Mistress, I beg You. I am so hungry”

She lowered the carton which was like a large yoghurt carton. I could see there was some brown mush in it. She then lowered it between Her legs and filled it up with Her golden nectar, smiling wickedly as She did so. She slowly mixed the disgusting looking mixture before spoon feeding it to me until every last morsel was gone.

“Thank You, thank You Mistress” I was just so grateful to have some form of sustenance.

“You are welcome. My piss is very special. See how kind I am to you even though you do not deserve any kindness.”

“Yes Mistress”

And then She was off again. Lights out, door slammed. More hopeless painful solitude. I had to use the bucket to relive myself which was totally humiliating.

And so a sort of routine followed although I had no sense of time. My ears were constantly straining for the sounds which meant more torment. She was clearly determined to break me mentally and physically to learn the error of my ways and it was certainly working.

I was subjected to more whippings. She took me to the large courtyard for exercise and had me do all sorts of demeaning exercise around the yard whilst She stood in the middle whipping me as a means of encouragement.

I was taken to the large playroom suspended from the hoist and bullwhipped.

I was immobilised and whipped with Her special whip with the steel tipped tails until I bled.

I was made to clean the cell for hours with a small brush all the time being observed by the guard.

I must have repeated that mantra tens of thousands of times.

Twice I was taken out into the courtyard and hosed down with freezing water to keep me clean. As Mistress pointed out She detests dirty and smelly slaves.

And all the time Mistress was dressed almost entirely in leather. One of my abiding memories is of the fresh smell of Her perfume and the intoxicating smell of leather each time She came into the prison. It just made my chastity cage even more uncomfortable.

And then the time came. After what seemed like months I was totally broken. As She released me from the cell for the final time I fell to the floor and slavishly licked Her boots and uttered my absolute and unconditional devotion.

“I hope you have learned your lesson slave. I am now sending you away. I do not want to see or hear from you again until I have decided whether I will retain you. You are not a particularly good slave and there are hundreds of potential slaves begging for the honour of serving Me. So it is possible you will never hear from Me again. I am in no hurry to decide”

Mentally and physically broken I shuffled away with a heavy heart. Why, oh why, had I been so stupid. I wept unashamedly in self pity, life may never be the same again.