Ezada Sinn

I'm sure you must know who Pavlov was: the Russian scientist that studied and devised the principles of classical conditioning. It's simple, really: you offer the subject something of desire such as food or an orgasm, which you pair it with a neutral stimulus, such as a finger snap or a word. Soon the subject will start to associate the sound with that pleasant thing. Human mutts, such as you, are especially susceptible to training using this technique. As a superior, dominant Female, I have so many gifts that I can use to condition you. The harder your dick, the weaker your will. Listen to the snap of My finger and follow My instructions, puppy. With just a simple click, I can ignite your desire to consume all My divine waste.

Me and Mistress Bella enter the bedroom at the House of Sinn. It's time for the white glove inspection: a ritual of order, precision, and judgment. The chattel stands nervous before us; he knows what these gloves mean; he knows that even a speck of dust can lead to pain.

At first, the surfaces pass. But We are very thorough. With gloves on and canes in hand, We inspect every surface, every corner, every edge, every detail. And when We find what he missed, and of course, We do, his fate is sealed.

We humiliate him for being a lazy, dirty chattel before declaring the sentence. Mistress Bella slaps him across the face; a sharp reminder that his place is beneath Us as I tap My cane against My thigh, letting the sound echo in the silence between Us.

For being lazy, We sentence him to forty hard cane strokes. A harsh punishment that will teach him a valuable lesson: We expect nothing but perfection.

Mistress Bella graciously allows Me to go first, and I begin by delivering five deliberate, punishing strokes to his soft flesh. he counts, voice shaking, body flinching. Then Bella steps in, Her property, Her strokes even harsher. But this is just the beginning; I deliver the next ten without a pause, no break, no breath, just pain. When Bella steps up to deliver the next ten his arse is already marked and painful, but She has no mercy in Her for lazy chattels who disappoint and embarrass Her. As the blows rain down, his counting becomes more and more pained, but this is only what he deserves, a punishment that he will feel for days.

Naked and blindfolded, Giada is completely vulnerable, exactly as I want her, helpless and utterly at My mercy. I can feel how wet she is, how much it arouses her to be nothing but Mine, to surrender completely to My will. But her pleasure is irrelevant. Only My pleasure matters.

I drag My silk scarf over her trembling body, teasing her, heightening her anticipation. She squirms, needy, desperate for more. But I am in no hurry. With slow, deliberate movements, I tie her hands behind her back, securing her in her rightful place: bound, submissive, waiting. The scarf that once caressed her now becomes My tool of punishment, lashing against her skin as a reminder of who she belongs to.

But tonight, she will receive an even greater lesson in submission. Tonight, it is not just Me she will serve. hubby joins us.

I know how much Giada detests the thought of sucking a cock, how the mere idea repulses her. But that does not matter. She is Mine, and she will do whatever I command. And tonight, I want to see her not just taking hubby’s cock: I want to see her worshipping it.

She will stroke it, lick it, take it deep into her mouth: all for My pleasure. To make sure she does not resist, I tie her to his balls, making her keep her lips wrapped around his cock as I continue to whip her.

But mere obedience is not enough. I want to see her eager, devoted, desperate to please. And she does not disappoint. Look at her, taking it so well, as if she were made for this. Perhaps she loves sucking cock after all.

But I am not done. I want more. I want to see her mouth filled with hubby’s cum, to watch her take the degradation without hesitation. A mouthful of cum: not for her pleasure, not for his, but as the ultimate proof of My complete and total ownership.

Inside My leather boots, wrapped in silky nylon, My feet have grown very hot and sweaty. I can feel the dampness clinging to My skin, and I know exactly what I want to do with it.

My object, completely bound, locked in chastity, sealed inside an inflatable rubber hood and mittens, waits at My feet. he can't see Me. he can't touch Me. his world has been reduced to the slow, helpless rhythm of his breath through one tiny hole. And I choose what enters.

I remove My boot, releasing a wave of warm, sharp scent. I press My sweat-soaked, stocking-clad foot against the hood's only air hole. he inhales Me, no choice, no resistance. I hear his breathing change. Each gasp is filled with My scent. This is all he gets: no vision, no contact, only the smell of My sweat.

I press both nylon-covered feet onto the rubber dome of his head. I know what he dreams of: to kiss, to worship, to see. But this is better. This is true ownership. This is the reality of My control.

Still, I want more.

I peel off My stockings slowly and place My bare, damp soles back on his hood. Skin to rubber. Sweat to air. his only access to Me is filtered through fabric, pressure, and scent. And this is how he will know My feet from now on.

Whenever I decide he has earned the honour of being near My scent again, he will wear this hood. Bound. Breathless. Denied.

he crawls behind Me on all fours, obedient, collared, and full of desperate arousal. I know how much he loves to look at Me in nylons and leather, and I know the sight of My perfect, round arse hugged by the sheer pantyhose makes his chastity very tight. he dreams of burying his face between My cheeks, of inhaling My scent, of being permitted even the slightest touch.

But such an honour is never freely given. If he wants to worship, he must do something truly extraordinary, and I have just the thing.

While he is distracted by the sight of My arse I take up the perfect tool: a huge dildo, far bigger than anything he's taken before. I want to see him stretch for Me. I want to see him suffer for Me. Only then, maybe, he will earn a taste of what he so desperately craves.

I am generous and lube the gigantic cock before settling comfortably to watch as he begins to lower himself onto it. Slowly. Shakily. I ordered him to face so that I could see the struggle in his eyes. But I know this chattel is a huge slut and soon he is impaled.

As I walk around to inspect, I am pleased, but I want it deeper. Placing My arse on his shoulder I use My weight to push him down harder, bouncing him slowly but relentlessly on the monstrous cock. The deeper it goes, the closer his reward. I pull his leash, guiding his face between My cheeks, letting him taste the scent of My arousal, feel the heat of My skin.

he has made progress today, but he's not done. I leave him straining, stretched, and desperate while I go to pleasure Myself, wet from the sight of My chattel trying so hard to earn My perfection.

I know you've been aching for this moment. The moment you kneel before Me, naked except for your collar and your chastity cage, ready to be trained and acknowledged by Me.

you will place a large dildo beside you. Get the lube, you'll need more than you think. And when you have everything in place, you will return.

Look at Me now. This commanding outfit is perfectly designed to trigger your arousal. I want you hard in your cage. I want you frustrated, needy, and desperate because this part of your training requires you to be painfully aroused.

Today, we're going deeper. This is not just about being fucked with My strap-on, not just about the stretch and the ache in your hole that makes you feel used. No. Today, I take your filthy little anal obsession to the next level.

you see, it's no longer just about the act of being penetrated, or worshipping My arse. It's about total ownership. You crave My arse? Then crave everything that comes with it.

Listen closely to My voice. You will follow My commands. And you will begin to crave something far more intense than being fucked.

I have already used the plumber for My pleasure, and now she works naked under the sink. After all, I am The Matriarch, and I wanted her naked. She took so long to repair the pipes, but she completed the job, and as she kneels below Me, she sees some garbage on the floor. Indeed, there is some naked garbage there below Me, and I can see how hungry she is.

I want us to eat together, and we will! As I enjoy a ripe, juicy apple, I humiliate her intensely, spitting the seeds on the floor for her to eat. This is the perfect meal for her, and I do enjoy seeing her crawling around desperately trying to take the seeds into her mouth.

However, she doesn’t seem to be appreciative of the delicious meal I have given her directly from My mouth. If she doesn’t appreciate this meal, I will find a meal perfect for her, straight from the bin. I tower above her, humiliating her for her poor efforts to consume the waste that I have now strewn across the floor. I decide that she also needs a drink: My spit from the floor. But, I am displeased that her tongue just doesn’t work fast enough, not like it did earlier while she was licking Me.

Taking the humiliation further, I tip the rest of the contents of the bin all over her and command her to eat. I can see that this treatment makes her horny and very wet, and this gives Me a deliciously humiliating idea; if she is horny, I will give her something to fuck, a used dessert pot from the bin. I am sure she dreamed that she would get to fuck Me, but no, all she gets is to entertain and make Me wet by fucking garbage. If she wants to orgasm, this is the only way she will be allowed to cum, if she can on My countdown.

Then, she will leave and come back next week for Me to use her once again for My pleasure.

you like My big breasts, don't you? And I just love to tease you with them. Look at them, the are so close to your face, can you feel the smell? your cock is already big and hard, isn't it? Longing for a touch, I bet. Throbbing while I oil up My breasts, getting harder and harder. How about I put some oil on your cock too? Oooh, you like that, I feel your monster cock pulsating in My hand. Look, now it's right in My cleavage, so close to My breast, almost touching it! I know you're almost bursting, but no, you're not allowed to cum now! I'm going to bring you to the edge of orgasm again and again, but you will not cum! I am in control of your cock and it arouses Me so much! Oh, so much... What, you can't take it any more? But I can and will! Be thankful for what you're getting! And after I have an orgasm, maybe I will let you have some too... but I can't promise you will enjoy it.

My bratty bunny thought she was clever today, thinking that telling Me where the whip was hidden would bring some reward. How cute. Such a cheeky little thing. Well, I have the perfect reward for her: the weight of My arse smothering her face. That’s what “good” girls get. But this reward will come with a very painful lesson.

Bound in tight, cruel rope that bites her skin, she tries to resist as I drag the coarse fibers across her aching, exposed genitals. The more she laughs, the more I know she wants Me to play. But playtime, when I lead, comes with pain.

Her laughter turns to gasps, then to screams, as I use the end of the rope that binds her hands to whip her most sensitive spots mercilessly. She squeals, squirms, and begs. Every strike makes her sound less like a bunny and more like a desperate little mouse.

And now she learns: it doesn’t matter where the whip is, I can always find a way to make her suffer.

But since she was so kind to return it to Me, of course I’ll use it. With My voluptuous arse planted firmly over her face to muffle her cries, I rain down lashes across her helpless body. She twists and writhes, but there is no escape. Every cruel kiss of leather, every mark is proof of My ownership.

And I am not done with My bunny yet. The long whip is next.

you have a fetish for nylons, and so do I. But while you are merely obsessed, I command this desire, shaping it, deepening it, until you are lost in the sheer, silky embrace of My stockings.

I keep your aching cock in chastity as I let you worship My perfect feet, encased in the finest, fully fashioned stockings. I relish the way your hard cock twitches helplessly in its cage as I tease you, heightening your craving for release.

But this isn't enough. I want to see you utterly desperate for an orgasm. I roll My stockings down, slowly, teasingly, making you sniff and taste the sweat from My perfect legs and feet. I use one to bind your swollen, full balls, so tight, so sensitive, while I tease your throbbing, dripping cock with My pantyhose clad feet, squeezing, stroking, owning your pleasure.

My sensual voice dripping with control, triggers you, making your balls ache to empty for Me. And when I finally give you permission, you cum in a frustrating dribble of cum making a puddle all over My nylon-covered toes. But you're not done, I want more, I want those balls completely emptied. I continue to rub your dick with My feet, bringing forth ruined orgasm after ruined orgasm until you are completely spent and empty, just a quivering wreck under My nylon-covered feet. But still I am not finished with you: I smother your face with My feet, rubbing your own cum into your lips, into your tongue, making you lick every last drop.

This isn't humiliation: this is your sexuality. To worship, to crave, to cum for My nylons, again and again, until I decide you've had enough.

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I am so excited to bring you into My world in the most immersive way possible.

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How to watch:

Download the VR clip onto your VR device

Open your chosen VR video player

Set to SBS (side-by-side) or VR180 depending on clip

Insert phone into headset (for mobile VR)

Press play... and submit

However you choose to enter My world, one thing is certain:

you’ll never want to leave.

I have spent the whole day wrapped in My leather outfit, sweat collecting in the most intimate places. And now, My chattel will indulge in the fragrances that My body produces. But even a good chattel does not deserve to see My nude body. No, he will be denied this, and I have the perfect hood: this inflatable hood from Libidex will prevent him from seeing anything, the tiny hole his only link to the outside world. As I inflate the hood and the matching mittens that I shove onto his hands, he is transformed into the perfect object, completely at mercy, totally under My control, and inhaling only what I permit.

I can see his penis twitching as I complete his objectification, trying to grow hard in its steel cage. With his sight taken away, I command him into doormat position, and he fumbles to obey, blindly struggling to assume the doormat position before My throne. But he is an object, and all I have to do is kick and manoeuvre him into the place I desire. Now he is ready to inhale.

Removing My leather dress, I reveal My sensual lingerie, completely hidden from his view. But even the knowledge of what I wear makes him very horny and hard in his tiny chastity cage. Straddlng his face, I lower My beautiful, voluptuous arse onto the tiny little hole, taking his breath away. I do love to see him struggling under Me, writhing as he aches for breath. It is just perfect, because as I stand, he must breath in, and he has no choice, he must inhale the scent of My arse and everything that comes from it. It won't just be the smell of sweat for My object, oh no, I have much more than that for him. I am feeling a little gassy, and have a nice big fart for him to inhale.

he cannot protest or move; he can only inhale, and he will never know what covers the hole in his hood, what takes his breath away. Is it My foot, My hand, My arse? But My arse is definitely the best for this, I can sit and smother him and have him inhaling My farts, and I have a lot more farts for him. If he wants to breathe, he will take it; after all, he has no choice.

My chattels must always be ready and available to be used for the purpose I have assigned them. When I walk into the throne room wearing My huge strap-on, My caged chattel must be ready to be fucked. But before I plunge My enormous cock into his arsehole, I want My boots worshipped. I want him to take My heel deep in his mouth, preparing him for what comes next. My heel is thin and easy for him to take, not like the big, fat strap-on cock I have waiting for him.

As I put My cock through the bars of his cage, he must take it, wrap his lips around its huge girth. I know it is difficult with something so big, but I don't care, I want him to take it deep, gagging on it for My amusement. he can't take it very deep in that hole, but I know his other hole will.

I return home from the office, still handling an important call, when My devoted husband greets Me, naked and eager, lips pressed to My feet. But mere adoration is not enough: his purpose is to serve, to ease My transition from business to pleasure without disturbing My conversation.

With practiced precision, he undresses Me, careful not to interrupt as I command attention on the phone. Every movement is seamless, every touch reverent. When I am finally free from My work attire, I settle onto the most comfortable throne, his face. When the work is completed his eager tongue will be put to its proper use, worshipping Me exactly as I deserve.

I know you crave a glimpse into My private world, so I am granting you a privileged look into an intimate moment between Me and Giada. Before My intense leg and butt workout, I allow her the honour of worshipping My arse: no distractions, no hesitations, just pure adoration.

Dressed in My tight workout gear with nothing underneath, I focus on My preparation while she is lost in her devotion, kissing and licking My arse, desperate for more. Locked in chastity, this is the ultimate torment for her. I keep all My chattels locked, regardless of their gender: denied, controlled, and utterly Mine.

I know Giada aches to go further, to push her tongue deeper between My cheeks, to taste and serve as I desire. And I do desire it. The feeling of her tongue exploring My arsehole is the perfect pre-workout indulgence. But mere licking is not enough. I want true worship: her hands massaging My powerful arse, her tongue lost in servitude.

And as we train, I know where her mind will be. Every squat, every movement, she will be counting down the seconds until she is back where she belongs: under Me, her tongue buried deep, her body trembling in chastity, desperate yet devoted.

I see you staring, boy. I know exactly what has your attention: My new lingerie set, the way it hugs My curves. But I know what caught your attention: the chastity key hanging between My breasts.

I allow you this moment, the honour of being in My boudoir, watching as I admire Myself in the mirror. you are only here because I own your dicklet. you will never touch Me, never squeeze My breasts, never taste My arousal. The most you might be granted is to sniff My arse, the scent of My arousal and your frustration.

you may stroke, but not for your pleasure. you stroke for Mine, because I delight in your frustration, in the ache of your denial. Every desperate throb of your caged little thing is a tribute to My absolute power over you.

I adore outdoor play. Not only is nature breathtaking, but out here, I have all the space I need to unleash My longest whips. Nothing excites Me more than seeing My subjects completely vulnerable, and ready to suffer for Me.

rabbit has already endured twenty minutes under My whip, and yet, she claims she can take more. Good. Stripped bare, trembling in the cold, she will prove it. I can see how aroused she is: her body betrays her. And I understand. The act of whipping excites Me just as much. The sharp crack of leather against flesh, the way each stroke leaves its mark: it is very arousing.

I have always loved My single-tail whips. A few well-placed lashes and she is already writhing, crying out in pain. Does she think that will make Me stop? Of course not. She wanted more, and I always crave more.

Lash after lash, My whip paints her naked skin, each strike making her bury her face into the ground to keep from screaming, to keep from moving. But when I pause to admire My work, shifting to a new position, her face gives her away: the pain is etched into every delicate feature.

I noticed something interesting: one direction of My strokes makes her cry out more, struggle more. So, naturally, I will focus all My attention there. I love seeing My subjects suffer for Me. The more they take, the more I want to give.

I recently redecorated My office, adding a delightful new ornament, one that breathes a little too loudly for My liking. The glossy black latex of the Inflatable Radical Hood by Libidex transforms My chattel into a perfect, motionless statue. Or at least, that was the expectation. Yet, as I settle into My work, his heavy, needy breathing disturbs My focus. How inconsiderate.

Since he so desperately craves My attention, I decide to indulge him. My meeting can wait: his punishment cannot. All he had to do was remain still and silent, but his arousal betrays him. The moment I encased him in latex, his breathing was calm, but now? Now I can hear the pathetic quickening of his breath, his useless cock straining against its cage. Disgusting. The mere sound of My heels on the floor, the rhythmic tapping of My nails against the keyboard, and the scent of My presence are enough to drive him mad with lust. How weak.

his feeble attempts to pleasure himself in his rubber mittens are laughable. he knows it's impossible. It has been months since his last release, and yet, even ignored, he is on the edge of ecstasy. How amusing. Perhaps I will grant him some relief, but on My terms, of course. his cock will be freed from its prison, but his torment will only intensify. Bound, helpless, and utterly at My mercy, he will feel every teasing touch, every stroke from an object of My choosing: something mundane, something humiliating. I will empty his pathetic balls, ruined orgasm after ruined orgasm, until he is utterly spent and broken.

And then, silence. Finally, the peace I require. If not? Well, I have ways to ensure absolute silence. That breathing hole is easily covered.

Do you hear that? The creak of natural leather, the rich, commanding sound that reminds you exactly who I am, and exactly what you are. It is the sound of My power over you, the sound of your submission.

Look at yourself. Naked. Kneeling. A collar tight around your neck, your pathetic little dicklet locked away in chastity where it belongs. I don't even have to touch you to make you feel weak, to make you tremble with submission. It's instinctive. you exist to obey.

I see how eager you are, desperate to please Me, to serve however I command. I know you crave purpose: to be used, to be owned. Watch My fingers now. Assume your position, on your knees, tongue out, hands behind your back. Show Me you are ready.

Will I use you as My ashtray today? Or perhaps as My personal spittoon? you will never know until I decide. Because you have no will, no choice. you have only one purpose.

My hubby exists for one purpose: to please Me however I desire. And today, he pleased Me well. Smothered between My perfect arse cheeks, his tongue worked deep inside My arsehole, exactly where it belongs. When he serves Me properly, when he worships Me with complete devotion, I decide if he is worthy of a reward.

Of course, with his pathetic little dicklet locked away in permanent chastity, there is no chance that pleasure will come from his useless cock. No, his reward is something better: he will be fucked.

Like the obedient slut he is, he helps Me fasten the strap-on around My waist, securing it tight, just the way I like it. I want to feel every thrust, every inch of My cock stretching him open as I take what belongs to Me. But before that, I want to see him worship it.

On his knees, he stares at My enormous cock, so much bigger than his tiny, worthless thing. I see the hunger in his eyes, the desperate longing to be filled, to be used. Our sex life has never been better since I locked him in chastity. Now, he exists to lick, suck, and be fucked.

Bent over the sofa, his arse practically begs for Me to impale him. I know it's been a while, so he'll be tight, but he will take it, because I demand it. As I slide My fingers inside, I can tell how much he enjoyed having his face ridden. his body is ready, eager for Me to use it. Three fingers slip in easily, and that's all the proof I need.