At the heart of the Myth – Preamble – simon

I had the chance to live, to discover the myth of Other World Kingdom. In early June, after a busy work week, I was eager to fly to Prague. Then with a rental car, I arrived shortly before Brno in front of the gates of paradise: OWK. It was 23H. A man opened the door and led me to my room. I was surprised to sleep in such comfort, but the signs of Female Supremacy were present on each of the walls, or directly in my room where a cage awaited me.

The next morning, after a quick lunch, surely my last meal sitting at a table, I was ordered to wait naked at the entrance of one of the buildings of this marvelous house.
I met three other slaves, also naked. Even if we were at the dawn of summer, the cool wind of this morning made me shudder. 15 °C approximately. Or was it the expectation of the arrival of my Goddess that made me even more nervous, shivering with fear or enjoyment what awaited me?
I had not seen my Mistress for weeks and I missed Her so much that I could have waited for the whole day naked, standing with that temperature. I already had to stay naked in the snow, by less than – 8 ° C for the pleasure of my Owner. I think that the excitement, the adrenaline that my thought to my goddess allows me to endure any climate, while if I went out naked, without the benevolence of my Mistress, I am sure that I will get in few minutes a flu or even worse.

After a good half hour, I heard the sound of my Goddess’s heels on the tile of the building where I spent the night. All of a sudden, the heavy door opens:
Mistress Ezada and Lady Yna appear, Sublime. They wore leggings pants of riders, white shirts of divine purity, sunglasses, and each held a riding crop in the right hand. I dared not raise my eyes, as when facing a giant that puts you in the dark, obscures your horizon. They are men killers.

I am unable to say whether I am dreaming or whether I am here at OWK with the greatest Queen of all time and Her best friend, always as bright with Her hair of fire.

The Ladies examine us without a word, in a deafening and destabilizing silence. My mistress approaches me to touch my nipple with Her hand. I do not know why, but every time, the first contact with my Goddess is as electric, my whole being trembles, clenches, as if it were going to give me a fatal bite. I know She can make me faint, make me enjoy in a single touch. I still do not dare to look at Her face, I’m sure that behind Her black glasses, She would kill me with glance.

Mistress Ezada is so divine, powerful this day, that in a snap of fingers, a movement of eyelashes, She could give the signal to break me, to kill me. The hardest thing is to stand before such a Highness, Her beauty and Her charisma can cut your legs so easily.
The selection process lasted a few minutes, I was frightened, not to be chosen and being returned to oblivion, in a cell or a cage for the whole day, or even more.
Even if I have to undergo the worst suffering and atrocities in this kingdom where Women’s Domination is absolute and uncompromising, I do not want that my Mistress ignore me and use other slaves. It is the worst ordeal to be thrown away, abandoned by his Mistress. But She has all the rights: She and Lady Yna.

Finally they decided to use me together as a Ponyboy before the other slaves; unbelieving and I am sure, very very unhappy.
Ponyboy for two magnificent Equestrians, but intransigent and intractable.
Before equipping me, Mistress Ezada announced:

“Presents balls, slave”

I executed myself.

“To you the honor my dear Lady Yna”

I received from behind a very loud blow. It is very difficult when you receive, by surprise, a blow from another Mistress. Moreover, without warm up, without ramp-up. The tone is given.
Then my Queen gave me a powerful blow with Her right boot. I collapse in the grass, the pain is already unbearable (I kept a blue / black mark for several weeks on my crotch). Even if I do my best to get up before my Mistress yells “up”, I know that I will suffer, as never before, for the pleasure of my only Queen.

Even before another kick, I knew that I was going to live an unusual weekend, during which my life was in the hands of my Goddess. At the slightest error, I will do not rise again…

purcelus, absolute property of Goddess Ezada Sinn