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Ezada Femdom lifestyle stories femdom vacationThailand Usually I would take slave s. These hotels all have a huge and sometimes confusing breakfast buffet. The quality of the food for the most part is very good but in the morning I sure do not feel like wandering around and searching the bits and pieces for My breakfast plate together as if was on a quest for the holy grail.

So in My holiday manual that slave s. As the variety of hot and cold European and Asian dishes was usually so abundant, I would then walk up and down the buffet once and point out to him the food I felt like trying, mostly fresh fruit that I really love.

While I was eating he was kneeling on the floor next to Me and when he had behaved well so far I would feed him with some of the leftovers of My opulent breakfast. Once again, My valued readers might not believe this, but never ever has anyone approached Me and complained about the kneeling slave. Femdom vacation humble invisible servant at My side. Before I had finished My breakfast slave s. During the preceding day and at night I would normally just have left My clothes lying on the floor where I had taken them off.

It was so unbelievably hot and humid in Thailand that I virtually had to change My sweat soaked outfit several times during the day. Having enough dresses to change was no issue, because slave s. My delicate underwear had to be hand washed and the other stuff handed over to the hotels laundry service. All the shoes had to be cleaned attentively in the morning, regardless whether I had worn them the last day or not. Oh yes you might call me just a little bit peculiar when it comes to My shoes.

There was a pair of boots I had taken along but never put them on because it was just too hot. So slave s. I love it when My attire is always kept nice and neat for Me. And I for sure did not want to be limited in My choices what to wear over the day. In order to test and then enhance his attention a bit I had to help slave s.

My naughty foot had just incidentally pushed one of My silk thongs under the bed by a few inches. The observant slave sure would have noticed but sloppy slave s. So in order to pay better attention next time, he had to ask Me for a dozen of face slaps in his stupid face and then instead of the usual hand washing he had to pick the delicate fabric up with his mouth and carry it to the hotel laundry exactly the same way. I told him exactly what to do after I had finished My face slaps: At the laundry he was about to have the pleasure to explain why the thong came so late femdom vacation washing and why his cheeks were so femdom vacation red.

Explaining to the employees there before taking it out of his mouth of course that meant. While I was talking he looked at Me with loving eyes full of tears of devotion and humiliation. How much he had changed already I realized with satisfaction. He was no longer slave s. The man that had cared more about his pathetic red suede shoes than for My convenience and comfort.

My pantyboi. That is how I have called him ever since, how I have introduced him to others and so at the same time explained his position without the need for any more words. I sure helped him with that to the best of My abilities. And the best help was to keep him constantly occupied, physically and mentally. I used him as My cycle boy, i. In his brighter hours I had him kneel beneath Me and lick My feet when lying at the poolside. I even let him a group of field hands for a whole day that I had spotted from the car. Some peasants weeding on their knees to make a poor living. So day after day I felt that his own wishes, plans and fantasies faded more and more and after a while disappeared completely.

In fact he did not have any time or opportunity to look after himself and his own needs. I sure kept his body and mind busy constantly. And last but not least: I sure kept him in strict chastity. So it was as if I was a strong magnet and he was a pile of iron filings. I think in the end he had well earned some reward for his service. I made him a big present in Bangkok airport on the way back.

That is, I was sitting in the outermost seat of the row so that My pantyboi could kneel on the floor beneath Me. I told him to get up and stand in front of Me. The hall was quite crowded, the flight was fully booked so quite a few bored eyes seeking some distraction from the tedious waiting were attracted by the action. His face lit up as if illuminated by a big spotlight.

His right hand grabbed into his bulged trousers and grabbed the naked cock. Right there in the middle of the crowded hall, not caring about the people watching him. My heeled right foot started tapping. I could see that slave s. But I had said ten, so it was ten. I saw some of the other passengers turn away in disgust. Some people changed places. Others could not take their eyes of the weird scene. I sure was satisfied. The voyage had led him where I had wanted him to be. An obedient follower of My orders.

Upon the final tap I watched his whole body tremble and then quiver in convulsion when he jerked off. As s kissed My hands in gratitude his eyes were filled with tears of love and devotion. Ezada Femdom lifestyle stories femdom vacationThailand 5. While slave s.

So he had to know exactly where to place all My little pots and cups and tubes from My vanity bag in the bathroom. In fact this defined order of things was once again something he had to learn painfully during the journey. And I brought that concept to more and more perfection every day. Oh, I am so much into perfection and accurateness. And into protocol as well. It is so important that My slaves exactly follows their given orders. It will have an educating influence on their minds that are so weary in its natural state.

When the ten minutes were over, slave s. For those of you who are not familiar with My positions manual shame on you! My whips and crops had to be laid out over the bed ready for My choice. Unfortunately for slave s. My careful inspections generally caused justified dissatisfaction. But he learned. For example I had told him that I always wanted femdom vacation have the toilet in a separate little room and not in the bathroom.

The little WC cabin makes a nice little prison cell for a slave while he is not needed. So every time I found My hotel room to not have that little extra room I had ordered, slave s. I had given order to slave s. I always wanted femdom vacation have the opportunity to call him for My service during day and night.

For example if I needed an extra pillow from the wardrobe or wanted to turn the air condition up or down and did not feel like getting up from bed once more, I could easily call slave s. Five minutes away … seconds from room to room that is. I am not an unfair person, I had told him precisely from the start. All My orders are given precisely and I simply expect that they are followed as precisely. I do not see anything complicated or unfair in that. Therefore I do not quite understand why so many slaves have their difficulties with that simple concept.

To My disappointment slave s. Well this sure is not My fault. And he should have known that I would assure Myself of the adherence to the second time limit. I started the stop watch on My smart phone exactly when I had hang up the phone after I had told him to show up immediately. I pushed the stop button when he knocked on the door. Sometimes he needed seven or eight minutes before he showed up with his lungs bursting. Behind his breath because he had run for his life femdom vacation his attempt not to lose too much time. What a sight that must have been, the man in the shady black dress, shaven hair, barefooted, dashing through the hall of the luxury hotel.

I was astonished that they had left him in at all. But it was all in vain. Bad luck for slave s. Every additional second cost him one lash of the whip. His arse turned flaming red on the first night and remained like that for the whole four weeks. I can see nothing unfair in that. My whip helped him to understand that Femdom vacation am not interested in explanations of shortcomings or even in excuses. Not at all interested. One of the things that I love about traveling in Asia is how submission is taken as a matter of course. Never did I encounter any resistance or objections being accompanied and served by a male footman.

And the longer I was there, the clearer it became for Me why that was. I understood the Asian mentality better and better during My stay. The etiquette of the people, the respect they were taught to show to their superiors from early childhood, the formal protocol that regulated their life in every detail. This was all so close to My concept of Female supremacy that My lifestyle seemed to be a perfect fit to theirs. And it was not only the general inequality in the strange society that appealed to Me.

During My travels I found numerous concepts that were genuine Femdom. It was just wonderful to see all that. As he never knew when the message would arrive, he could never really be at rest. Because even after having been summoned for the morning he could never femdom vacation sure whether there would be a change during the night. One morning he was late though, but that was only once.

Just to make him remember. Not once, not ten times. But a thousand times. And for My control convenience he had to the thousand lines as well of course. That worked better then for the rest of the holidays. I femdom vacation he did not find too much sleep in these four weeks at all. Thinking back now, I can hardly remember one femdom vacation night of sleep for him. Sleep deprivation has been a recognized instrument of torture for centuries and from My own personal observations I can tell you that it really works. But My deeply felt solicitousness sure kept him awake.

Again, the indicated time to arrive at My door would not at all mean that I would use him then. It meant, that he had to be there. Nothing else.

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