The proper manner to say “Good bye … manhood”

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Goddess Ezada Sinn In Avalon

Here is the last part of my stay at Avalon under the yoke of my Goddess: Mistress Ezada Sinn.
This memory is so intense that even two years later, day to day, I remember every minute.

After having lived the most beautiful awakening of my life and enjoying a divine breakfast (cf ” A wake up at the paradise”), my Mistress put me a humbler and ordered me to join my cell.
I executed myself. I went down the stairs to the basement and reached my cell with care. Indeed, walking with a Humbler is not the easiest. It imposes to bend the back and to lean delicately forward. Once arrived, I put myself in waiting position (the only position to wait Her Highness but also the only position the least difficult to bear a humbler). I think all men should wear this kind of device. Firstly because it is uncomfortable and at all times reminds them their position of belonging to their Mistress and secondly because in case of clumsiness, punishment can be scathing on their testicles, finely exposed to sadistic punishments.

After about thirty minutes on the cold floor of my cell, I heard the grave and firm sound of the heels of my Goddess coming near the basement. This melody, at once exciting and frightening, haunts my nights since that moment.
Mistress Ezada arrived, still more divine than a few hours before : impeccable black thigh high boots, Ralph Lauren leather trousers, brilliant white blouse, leather gloves, an angel and demon face, a kepi styling Her ebony black hair. In short, a moment of ecstasy and emotion that only my Goddess can expose you.

She was sublime, She walked literally on the water but Goddess Ezada decided to add a touch of elegance and power by mounting sharp pointed spurs turning Her into an uncompromising Equestrian.
She pointed to the sign “heel” with a slap on Her left thigh.
I executed and followed up to the famous “black hole” where She had carefully imprisoned an uncooperative detainee since the beginning of the stay.
She ordered me to open the heavy rack, then to put me on four legs to serve as an armchair.
What an honor to be able to bear the body of his Mistress while She humiliated the other slave. After 15 minutes, She ordered the rebellious slave to leave his prison so that he takes a position on a torture stand. She inflicted a hundred whiplashes on him, more severe than the others. It was difficult for me to remain on my legs, with my head down, without taking advantage of this spectacle, of this masterpiece orchestrated by the one whom I venerate and to whom I belong.
Fortunately, my Mistress ordered me to come and smell Her crotch, through the fine leather of Her pants. I soon felt the pleasure that my Mistress have in inflicting a pain more and more strong to this slave. As the seconds passed, the moisture of Her Sanctum increased, the divine smell of Her intimacy mixed with that of the leather made me drunk, the nostrils and my senses were lost in an ocean of sweetness. She continued to reach orgasm. A cerebral orgasm that resonated the vaulted basement of Avalon. Her moans still give me goose bumps and an instantaneous erection every time I think back to this moment.

After this act of absolute eroticism, I thought that my Mistress would need to regain some of Her spirits. What could be more beautiful than feeling the Divine odor of the enjoyment of Your goddess increasing?

It was nothing, She always wants more and never stops. One more reason that makes me melt at his feet, love, devotion and resilience.

She sat down in the middle of the cellar and ordered the other slave to kiss Her boots. For my part, She gave me the immense privilege of sniffing Her armpits, which were covered with sweat after the explosion of pheromones She had just experienced, through Her white blouse.

“Sniff the aroma of my sweat”.

I can tell that nothing else in the world can elevate you to the 7th heaven than to feel the divine effluvium, the perfume of feminine superiority. In a few breaths, your mind is heckled, you lose the notion of balance as if this liqueur makes you drunk and addict forever.

This time, She ordered the two slaves, me and her husband (the cameraman) to recite more and more strongly the famous Mantra:

“Goddess Ezada Sinn, I Worship You, i Belong to You”

Until She is fully satisfied … ie until She reaches a second orgasm. Since that day, this melody echoes in my heart, soul and spirit. For nothing in the world, I would not want it to disappear. It is my hope of life, the one that keeps me afloat, which keeps me from sinking when I am far away, too far from my Goddess, which keeps me from losing my pedals when I am sad and unhappy.
Since that day, I repeat without knowing this leitmotiv that makes me advance in my life as a slave.
She stopped the orchestra in a firm and uncompromising tone:
” Stop”
I thought She meant that She wanted to put us back in our cells, and have a rest. But She had another project … for my / Her balls
The night before, before throwing myself into my cell, without a glance when She closed the padlock, to remind me that I was only a slave, an object, among many others in Her life as a Queen, She decided to put on me a belt of chastity.
For some reason I lost that cage of chastity during the night. My Mistress, on awakening, took offense at this loss and told me that I would be severely punished for this insolence.

“Slave, you lost your chastity device this night.”

I remained on all fours in front of the bars of the first cell. My Mistress took Her favorite whip and an instrument to send electric shocks.
“I will destroy your balls, piece of shit”

I was frightened, for several reasons, what idea did She have behind her head?
What did She want to do with this instrument?
Should I offer Her the ultimate sacrifice that day?
She sent me several electric shocks on each testicle, the pain was so strong that I was screaming. My testicles were so swollen, the skin stretched to the extreme, ready to open itself at the first stroke of the whip, with that humbler that I had been carrying for more than an hour now.
She continued to send shots unceremoniously, the mental pain mingled with physical pain. The ultimate sacrifice was to take place, here in this basement, in this emblematic place where the Woman is Queen, where Mistress Ezada is Goddess.
She took Her whip and started giving me a series of 10 shots without forcing. Then She intensified the strength and rhythm with surgical precision. Goddess Ezada knows how to use, twirl, whip like no other, with breathtaking efficiency and precision. She could with a 10ft Zenith Whip reach the foreskin of your sex at the first time.
Tears were already pouring down on my cheeks, then streaming down on the cobblestones of Avalon.
I was screaming in pain, I do not know, I do not know if I was screaming more for fear of saying goodbye to my masculinity or only because the tingling sensation is more and more atrocious at each impact. Moreover, this punishment or offering comes at the end of my training in this unique place in the world where Female Supremacy is absolute, where the daily cries of the slaves are stifled under the power of the Empresses who come to tread the ground with their vertiginous heels and their most dangerous whips. I thought I had already experienced the final bouquet of fireworks during the morning and my subconscious was not ready to receive such punishment as well. But it is my Mistress who decides the place, the hour and the frequency of my humiliations, my punishments, my corrections.
I have to accept even if the outcome can be fatal.
She stopped to admire Her work as an artist, my testicles being now probably completely black. Then She sat down on me, as if to show me that despite the suffering, She comfort me, to give me a little courage to go even further, for Her. Electricity was a good way to give it to me and to hear Her laugh, to laugh with joy at my pain with Her sadistic laugh which gives you goose bumps and mortifies you in fear.

She got up and:
“10 strokes slaves, the hardest one”
I did not know what to do, I was at the end of the bearable.
Should I collapse on the ground to tell Her I could not take the slightest blow?
Should I tell Her “mercy”? Should I beg Her to stop?
No of course not ! I will never be able to deceive Her to such a point, to take away from Her the pleasure that She expects and that She demands … even if I should never again feel myself a man after this punishment. Finally, I am not a man but a slave and a slave is only better, good and obedient when he no longer possesses an ounce of masculinity, so I closed my eyes and lived my last seconds of manhood.
She applied the ten shots all stronger, more horrible than the others. She felt that I was gradually collapsing on the ground. To signify it, She ended the series by strokes on my back, already deeply bruised on the days passed under Her iron hand.
I screamed, more trouble than pain, for me there was no longer any doubt, I shall never be able to use what characterizes me as a man. My life had fallen for Her pleasure, for my good, for our happiness. I screamed so much that I’m sure the whole residence heard my cries, despite the walls being in the cellar are very thick.
She approached me, I was slumped on the ground, I could not get up. My mind had been trampled on by an unheard-of force that only Mistress Ezada possesses. I kissed the tip of Her Boots. Continuing to shed tears, I breathed with the little strength and dignity that I got from Her thighs. Then I wept until the last drop came on my Mistress’s leather.
I do not know if She heard me so much, my voice was so weak, probably already castrated after the destruction of my balls:
“Te iubesc, Stapana. Zeita Ezada Sinn, I worship You, I belong to You”.
She motioned me to rise, I did not dare.
I did not have the strength to watch this carnage, like when you broke an object or made a mistake, you dare not observe the damage, you lower your head.
I saw my testicles, black, bloody, I did not imagine such a result.

My Goddess deprived the humbler:
“Say bye bye balls, purcelus” to season Her masterpiece by an ounce of humiliation.
She took care to check the quality of Her work. So she began to masturbate me to see if I was definitely this Eunuch She had so desired.
I do not know how after these minutes of horror, I could have an erection and be able to enjoy it twice. But Mistress Ezada is Unique, She can get what She wants when She wants. She can make you go from ecstasy to suffering in a snap of fingers, from paradise to the hell of a movement of eyelashes, male castrated to an Apollo in a caress. She is DIVINE.
Unfortunately for me, these two “ruined orgasms” meant that the work was not over and that my / Her balls would continue to suffer again and again.
Since that day, I confess that I keep some sequels of this breathtaking finish of my stay in Berlin. Physical sequelae – after several days and weeks, I began to feel an embarrassment in one of the two testicles, an embarrassment more and more persistent and difficult to bear in case of vibrations. The proof in pictures where I had to see a doctor, then make a radio to confirm that I will always keep a mark, the Mark of my Mistress, of my Goddess for eternity.

But also from mental sequelae, I now know that my Mistress wants to take me, guide me to the end of the path that leads to paradise. A path where pain, suffering and happiness are one. A path where the limit does not exist. The limit is present only in the man who has not yet agreed to lay down his existence in the hands of our Goddess. A way where I will be a slave to eternity, his slave forever.

I gradually regained my emotions, put on my clothes, packed my little stuffs, kissed my Queen’s boots one last time.
I went to the airport on foot, about 5kms, the time for me to understand what I had experienced, analyzing this unforgettable weekend. I regretted not to have remained more and even not to have pleaded with my goddess to live here in prison. Even though I had to wait for Her return during months, alone.
I missed Her already. I already lacked Her power, Her charisma, Her charm, Her aura. I miss Her all the time, every hour, every minute, every second. She is engraved in me, in my soul, in my mind … in my / her balls.
purcelus, absolute property of Goddess Ezada Sinn