I am flattered to announce that I am on the cover of subspace magazine (July 2018 edition). On its pages you will see new pictures and a very interesting interview that should not be missed by any of My devotees.
Three years have passed since House Of Sinn has opened a new page of Female Supremacy into your life. How fast time goes by! I am very grateful for all the support from all the guest Ladies, filming slaves and, of course, Our fans. Thank you!
The House of Sinn will move to a new, bigger location and with this move We decided to come with some changes.
The House of Sinn is the place where any Woman can enjoy Her sexuality and explore Her dominant fantasies. No matter if She is a female supremacist, a sWitch willing to explore Her dominant fantasies, or a vanilla Lady with a kinky Femdom fantasy. If you are a Female, House of Sinn is open to YOU. Apply via this contact form and We will contact you to discuss the details.
But only the males worthy to be in Our presence will be allowed to the House of Sinn. you are welcome if you are a House of Sinn slave, or if you accompany a Lady who is a guest of the House. From now on, House of Sinn does not accept new filming slaves. If you are not yet a House of Sinn slave, read below the steps you can take to become one of the House of Sinn slaves.
Being a slave of The House of Sinn is not about kinky fantasies, it is about serving superior Women and the satisfaction of being useful and owned. The feeling of satisfaction from truly serving is much more intense than mere sexual gratification. To become a slave of The House is a huge honor that is not just bestowed upon anybody, but only upon the very best and hardest working subjects.
As a slave of The House you will be at the beck and call of any of the Ladies of The House, at any time They desire to use you. So, now you are wondering how to earn this great honor? Here are the requirements you must fulfill:
- Be an advocate for Female Supremacy:
- Openly praise the superiority of Women.
- Treat all Women with respect.
- Try to improve the life of all Women around you as much as possible.
- Obey your Owner at all times.
- Put Her needs above yours.
- Actively support and promote The House:
- Have a significant online presence with which to promote The House and the guest Ladies.
- Spread the word of The House of Sinn, through pictures and links on social media and message boards.
- Make clear links between your profile and The House. Make your profile name reference The House, e.g. House of Sinn slave james; have a House of Sinn banner; add links and reference The House in your description.
- Retweet and share The House of Sinn and the guest Ladies’ posts.
- Comment and interact with The Ladies of The House on social media.
- Find new ways to spread the word, e.g. dedicate a blog to The House, open a tumblr account or subreddit, look out for new platforms to use.
- Don’t contribute to the spread of pirated clips. If you find clips posted for free by someone else, report them immediately. The links should be emailed to The House of Sinn using this form http://www.houseofsinn.net/contact/e-mail/
- Be a regular purchaser of clips:
- Buying the clips helps support The House and contributes to the production of quality FemDom clips.
- Watching the clips is also a way of learning how to be a good slave, and what is expected of you when you get to serve The Ladies in person.
- Prove to be a reliable filming slave:
- Participate in at least 3 days of filming, to the satisfaction of The Ladies.
- Always be on time for filming sessions.
- Be clean and presentable.
- When serving the Ladies of The House you must do your best satisfy Their needs:
- Outside of filming sessions you must continue to serve The Ladies, e.g. cooking, cleaning.
- Make the filming days as pleasant for The Ladies as possible.
- Always be ready to serve.
Meeting these requirements does not immediately grant a male the honor of being a House of Sinn slave. This honor can only be bestowed at My discretion and, by the same token, can be taken away at any time at My discretion.
My online training program, as it is now, will be discontinued starting today. Those of you who are serving Me from a distance may continue to do so just as before, but for everyone else My training program has moved to My new OnlyFans page.
I have lots of projects going on lately and I receive tons of emails everyday. And although I am pleased to hear you are My fans and you love My work, I am all the time overwhelmed by all the messages I receive and I fail to offer enough time to things that really matter for Me: My relaxation, My family, My collared boys. Therefore I must cut down from somewhere and this is the one-to-one interaction with new boys via email.
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Kink Queens Magazine is a celebration of Female Supremacy and Dominant Women, and I am pleased to announce My devotees and fans that I am on the cover of the 14th issue. Read an exclusive interview with Me where I talk about My kinks and My ideas about Female Supremacy on pages 1-17.
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Being an owned and collared slave of Goddess Ezada Sinn is never easy. She is extremely demanding, as of course is Her absolute right as my Owner, and Her demands can change at any moment according to Her whim. Nevertheless, She has laid down some standard rules of protocol regulating the daily interactions between Herself and Her male slaves, by which they can to some extent hope to please Her with their obedience. These rules are strictly enforced and infractions always punished as part of Her methodology of re-programming the slave’s mind to total deference and submission to Her.
Yet sometimes, when Her mood is good or when a particular slave has pleased Her with his obedience or service, She can be very gentle and kind, which can deceive a slave into imagining that he has a higher status in Her life than just that of an object.
So it was yesterday when She decided that W/we would take advantage of the very pleasant winter weather to take a walk in a nearby park. She linked Her arm in mine and we walked together slowly along the side of a lake, mingling among the other couples and families who were also out for a stroll. i must admit that i was so proud to be walking in public with this divinely beautiful Woman on my arm, looking a million dollars in Her fur coat and leather boots, and proud to see how She so easily caught the eye of other men. In these circumstances, although i can never forget that i am Her slave — the weight of my steel collar and my chastity device are enough to ensure that is not possible — it was easy for me to overlook some of the smaller matters of slave/Mistress protocol as i walked proudly at Her side.
At one point i forgot, as W/we descended a short flight of stairs, to crouch deferentially in accordance with slave protocol such that my head was always below Hers. Of course, She instantly notices these offences and in the past would have turned sharply to me, fixed me with Her intimidating eyes, and said “20 whiplashes”, or whatever Her whim in that moment deemed an appropriate punishment.
However, on Her orders, i have recently acquired a remote shock collar, which She, before we left the apartment, had locked around my balls behind my chastity device. This was to be its first field trial. She had been in such a kind and relaxed mood as we walked together, chatting easily about whatever everyday topic came to Her head, that i had forgotten that i was still wearing this device. Still less had i been aware that as W/we walked together the remote control for the shock collar was in Her pocket, ready for use at every moment. As we descended the stairs the jolt to my balls was immediate and very intense. i bent double in shock as the searing pain passed through me. i knew immediately what offence i had committed and muttered humbly an apology for my forgetfulness. She smiled knowingly down at me and caught me with Her now angry eyes. “50 whiplashes, slave. I expect much better from You”.
i bowed my head deferentially in humble acceptance of the inevitable later punishment : “Yes, my Goddess. Thank You, my Goddess”.
O/our walk continued, now with me in a chastened state, careful to avoid a second breach of Mistress/slave protocol, my eyes constantly flickering nervously to Her right hand whenever it moved towards Her coat pocket.
Her mood was also now changed, and She amused Herself with delivering mild shocks to Her property at random moments, reminding me of my place. The automatic reaction from me each time was to thank Her and to recite the Mantra, in the hope of pleasing Her again with my submission.
As W/we walked over a small bridge, the path ahead of U/us opened up into a long straight formal garden area, over which the bridge gave a commanding view.
Goddess Ezada stopped walking, and i turned to Her to understand why, only to see in Her eyes and face the sort of expression which in more private circumstances would have brought me instantly to my knees before Her. “My slave, you say this device has a range of 1 kilometer? I will test it here.”
She ordered me to walk ahead along the formal pathway, bordered by ornamental brick columns, to the furthest column and then return briskly to Her prominent position on the bridge. Since i would be walking amongst the many other couples and groups of people enjoying the afternoon sun, in order to see me and to know that the device was working, She ordered me to raise my right hand high whenever i felt a shock. “Go!”, She commanded, and off i walked, bracing myself for the shocks that i knew would come, praying silently to Her to keep them only at the low intensity needed to test the range of the collar. i reasoned that if i walked quickly, there would be time for fewer shocks. But it is never advisable for a slave of Goddess Ezada Sinn to try to second-guess Her in his own interest. For a hundred or so meters no shocks came. Then, just as i reached a large group of strollers walking in the opposite direction, came the first searing flash of pain, at almost maximum intensity. i almost fell from the power of the shock, but managed to raise my right arm to signal to Her. i turned my head to look back to Her, and even at that distance could clearly see Her laughing with satisfaction at the power She had over me. i walked briskly on, of course now in terror of the next shock, a fear made so much worse by the not knowing when it would come.
As i approached the next group of people walking towards me, the next burst came. This time mercifully of lower intensity, but the effect of surprise anyway provoked the same instant, obedient reaction. My arm again shot up in acknowledgement of the pain. A pattern was of course developing. It amused Goddess Ezada to humiliate me to maximum effect by zapping me at precisely the moment when i was passing other people. And so it continued. The shocks came frequently, but at maximum intensity only as i was passing other people. i have no idea what they thought. Perhaps that i had some extreme manifestation of a nervous twitch. Perhaps that i had neo-Nazi sympathies! i was deeply embarrassed and humiliated, but had no time to dwell on those feelings as the next shock would come often only seconds later.
my Owner was zapping me now so often and so powerfully for Her own amusement, far beyond what was required to prove the range of the device. Humbly, and devotedly, i began at least to take some compensating satisfaction in the fact that my pain and humiliation was bringing pleasure to Her, which ultimately is the only way in which Her slaves can hope to satisfy Her. As the shocks continued to come, i silently thanked Her each time for the pain She inflicted, and began to recite the Mantra under my breath (and several times out loud) whenever Her finger on the button delivered its next stinging stimulus.
As i approached the farthest point of the path She had ordered me to follow, the shocks started to come in more frequent, rapid-fire bursts. my hand was at times shooting up and down like a piston, with scarcely half a second between the pulses. i assumed that She was summoning me back to Her, so i quickened the pace of the return walk. But the faster i walked the more and more frequently my Goddess zapped me. She later told me that the reason She began the quick-fire multiple pulses was that i was almost out of Her sight and She could not easily see my arm moving up and down. But as i came back into Her view, the rapid raising and lowering of my arm that She could cause at the press of a button amused Her so much that She continued to do it.
She was laughing out loud as i reached the bridge again and fell exhausted at Her feet, utterly broken and humiliated.
This was a walk in the park which was not exactly a “walk in the park”.
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Perfectly manicured long nails are always attractive, but there is something more to them, especially when they are extremely long and sharp. Long stiletto nails are a statement!
Just like high heels were in the 16th century proof that the person who wears them doesn’t have to walk too much, the woman with long nails doesn’t do housework. That’s what husbands and sissy maids exist for.
Putting clothes on, especially ones with little buttons, or made of very sheer materials, like stockings/pantyhose, can be a challenge with very long and sharp fingernails. But there is always a servant ready to help his Goddess in this matter.
Long nails are elegant but can be turned into a real weapon. No need for any tools when I want to scratch or pinch My slave’s nipples.
And, after the torture, My long nails can become tools to arouse My slave; the shiny upper part caressing the skin of My slave, My long nails being sucked and licked.
It is the mix between profound femininity and the dangerous femme fatale.
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Do you hear the click this padlock makes what it locks? This is the sound of Me taking control over your genitals by locking them into this steel chastity cage. We both know that you, males, are unconditionally driven by your hormones, that you are addicted to such tiny pleasures as wanking and cumming. But I understand your cock better than you do, and having Me assume total control over it is the best thing that can happen to you. I know you want to please Me, to be a good slave for your Goddess. To that end, all good boys should be locked in chastity, as it’s the most important male training device ever invented. Keeping you aroused, teased, and locked in a tight cock cage so full of frustration – it makes you so obedient, so willing to obey. When you are chaste and I have the ultimate control over your orgasm, I can transform you into the perfect slave, My perfect slave. So listen to the lock clicking shut, boy. I control your cock now, so I control you. All of you.
I gave this slave the opportunity to be in My presence, to worship Me, to show Me his devotion, but he doesn’t seem to appreciate it. his dicklet is small and flaccid, and his boot worshiping, though executed correctly, lacks the passion I want to feel from him. Shouldn’t he be happy to be at My boots, licking the dirt off My soles? Even though I give him multiple chances, he still can’t prove he’s good enough to be in this place, that he deserves it. So maybe some whipping will stimulate him to do a better job, maybe a red burning ass will make him more enthusiastic. Because if not – I can always put him in the lowest position possible: as My toilet cleaning slave. Let’s see how he likes to live his life with his head in My tolet, licking it clean after every use and getting flushed over; maybe this will make him appreciate the position of boot cleaner that he has just lost.
Be glad to lick My soles or you’ll lick my toilet
A year ago my life changed irrevocably, i found religion. This religion is EzadaSinnism. Before this i never realised how empty my life was. i knew i was missing something, i was searching for something but i did not know what it was.
In years 40-1 BG (before Goddess) my life seemed normal, i did all the normal things. i worked, i visited friends, i went on holiday. All seemed as it should be, i thought i was happy but i was never fulfilled. my life at this time seemed without purpose, without any plan. my degree, my work, everything in my life just happened, it was not planned. i lacked direction, my energy was without focus.
In 0AD (Anno Dea) all this changed, finding my new religion has had a profound effect. Under Goddess’ supreme guidance i have found a focus, Goddess’ pleasure. All my energies used with one purpose in mind. For those of us with a submissive nature pleasing another brings more pleasure than pleasing oneself, there can be no greater fulfilment. To sacrifice and test oneself for one’s Owner brings the ultimate satisfaction. The smile on Goddess’ face at my suffering brings the ultimate joy.
Under Goddess’ supreme guidance my life has improved in several ways. Firstly i have begun to realise my deepest fantasies, some i am not sure i realised i had. The reality is very different from the fantasy, but more fulfilling for it. In fantasy it is often all about the bondage, the whipping, the strap-on etc. The reality is about servitude, sometimes this will be a whipping, at other times it will be about domestic chores. It doesn’t matter what the activity is, if it is in service to Goddess Ezada it will be done and my feeling of fulfilment is much greater than anything i could do for myself. Cleaning the dungeon for Goddess can bring the same fulfilment as taking a whipping for Goddess’ pleasure. To be useful to Goddess Ezada is to know joy.
Through Goddess Ezada i have been able to visit new places, meet new people and form connections in this new world of Female Supremacy. Serving at the Fem Dom Retreat was an amazing honour and i met some truly wonderful people. True, there were some very scary and nervous times. i was exposed and humiliated in front of everyone, but making Goddess happy filled me with the biggest sense of pride i could ever imagine.
Under Goddess’ orders i have begun to look after myself better. my eating habbits have improved, i eat more salad, more fruit and eat less junk food. i am now leaner than ever before, i’ve never been overweight but there was room for improvement. Goddess demands perfection and this is what i must work towards, if i ever achieve it is another question.
Finally, thanks to Goddess’ training i am able to accept who i am. The submissive part of me is nothing to be ashamed of, but something to be proud of. All of us, great or small, have a part to play in life. One cannot be happy until one knows one’s part. Goddess has shown me the way, i know my part, to serve my wonderful Owner. Only through this service can i find true fulfilment.
i know there will be more trials and tribulations in the future, but i couldn’t imagine my life any other way.
Life in 2 parts
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During the summer of 2015, I had the chance to join my Mistress in Her new home, in Germany, near Düsseldorf. I was delighted to be able to discover where my Goddess lives, to help Her move in and order the furniture, Her stuffs as She likes.
After two days of work, my Mistress was kind enough to introduce me to Her new city of Düsseldorf. We went into town with Her slave-husband.
It was a beautiful summer day with a light breeze. My Mistress was lovely, Her Roberto Cavalli dress embellishing beautifully the unique shapes of Her body, the curve of Her legs ending with the wearing of shoes Jimmy Choo splattering the cobbled streets of the city, Her perfect “chignon” reinforcing the brilliance of Her hair and Her designer sunglasses gave the appearance of a businesswoman reigning over the Rhineland. She took care to carry a riding-crop, which She carefully let out of Her expensive leather bag. Her charm was unattainable, Her beauty unalterable and Her power unrivaled. She emitted a force like a hurricane that carried everything in its path – She walked on water, on men, on the world.
For my part, as usual, I wore a metal chain closed by a voluminous padlock prominently on my polo. No doubt for the inhabitants of this city that I was under the right-of-way, under the yoke of this Sublime, intriguing Femme Fatale.
We went first to a department store where Mistress wanted to choose new pairs of pumps. Just before entering, She turned to me and with Her faint snap of her fingers, She pointed at the floor:
” purcelus, I want you to wait here for me, in front of the entrance, on Your knees, hands back till I finish My shopping “
I was surprised but without any hesitation, I kneel down on the floor and put my head down.
” be proud, slave, put your head down and show your devotion & happiness”
I was a little bit ashamed but also happy to be put at my right place in public. I am an Ezada’s slave. What’s better in this world? What’s more intense than to kneel in front of The Diva of Düsseldorf, the Queen of the Female Supremacy.
One hour later about, despite feeling the hurt on my knees, I was astonished by the come back of my Owner with her hubby carrying some big parcels. His gait, his pace, my last doubts flew away immediately. She is so great, so haughty, so worthy, so Divine. Waiting for my Mistress, somewhere, for days and nights, the deliverance is so unheard when She is back that we forget the long hours of waiting before the humiliating glances of passers-by.
I kissed her feet with so much love that my Mistress had to push me away:
“Enough slave, i want to sit now”
I move on all fours, my Mistress take her seat. She wanted to have a little rest after walking in the alleys of the shop. A few minutes passed and She wanted to try her new Hugo Boss shoes. While serving Her as a siege, I took an immense precaution to remove Her shoes without any movement. My Mistress wanting to use a fixed, motionless and comfortable seat. Several people stopped to immortalize the scene. To laugh with their friends or just to reproduce the same thing very soon.
Once Her new shoes were at her feet, She got up and we went for a walk in the pedestrian streets and then along the Rhine.
On the banks of the river, with a beautiful view of the Rhine Tower, My Mistress stopped on a bench to contemplate the view:
I executed myself and on all fours received the legs of my Mistress on the back. I must confess that it is a mentally intense position. You really feel your inferiority by being under the soles of your Mistress, but at the same time, you breathe the proximity of your highness and your utility for Her well-being. I could spend hours in this position privately, Madame working on Her computer or watching a movie to relax, but in public, it’s different. I think that my Mistress wanted to make me understand in the noblest of ways my place in society: at her feet, under her feet!
Under the eyes of the amused walkers, laughing, taking pictures under the joyous glance of Mistress Ezada, we stayed here about ten minutes.
I thought that my day, in terms of emotions and sensations, was over but my Mistress always knows how to surprise me when I least suspect it. A quality that makes her once again irresistible and makes me melt with love for Her. We walked to the busiest streets of the city with a number of pubs and bars where people gather for a drink outside in this warm summer atmosphere. I hardly recovered from my previous emotions when I came out of a staircase and saw his right hand making the signal:
I do not know how, or why, but without reflection, without the slightest hesitation, I began to walk on all fours, a step behind her. I concentrated on following the rhythm of her steps so as to be completely synchronous with her. I think she raised her head like a queen parading down the street. We approached a noisy place where many feet were close to us. I was subdued by Her feet, nothing around me could distract me, passers-by, the laughter of the people sitting at the bar, the laughing young women taking pictures, commenting on this surreal scene for them but so natural for my Mistress and also for me.
I could see nothing else than the legs of my Goddess. I am unable to say how many streets we crossed, how far I performed as a dog. I felt no bread in my knees, no mental discomfort to be thus transformed into a simple animal according to her Proprietary. I could go on like that for hours. My Mistress has the ultimate gift of propelling you into a universe where the surrounding world does not matter, you are totally bewitched by Her greatness, Her power, that you do not reflect, your instinct follows the least of Her steps, Her Gestures. You do not need to feel a leash drive you forward, you follow Her shadow, you are aspired by Her Absolute power.
I think the people of Düsseldorf immediately realized that it was not a game, a bet, but my life as a slave. She possessed such an intense charisma, a beauty so fatal, a look so imposing, a power so divine that day (like all the other days besides) that there was no doubt: She leads the world, the men fall to their knees, breathless, they are hypnotized by this first Lady. She needs no leash, no word, no gesture to drag me along in Her wake.
I continued on all fours and I heard nothing more to such an extent that my Mistress was surprised when She had to repeat me several times:
It was my turn to surprise Her. My lucidity, my envy, my devotion, my love were such that I did not think to get up, nor even today, nor even one day. My place was the same whether I was in the midst of the crowd or in his room, his dungeon: at his feet.
I was glad to see that I could not refuse my Mistress anything, that her gestures and sighs were marvelous orders to follow.
As for Mistress Ezada, I am sure that the city of Düsseldorf remembers Her, She left an indelible trace of Her grace, Her aura and I maintain the bet that all the men of the city will sooner or later kneel down thinking of my Goddess, our Goddess.
We ended the day with a nice outdoor dinner, at three. My emotions of the weekend were just beginning. …
I must admit that since this day i dream that my Mistress descends the Champs-Elysees, in Paris. I will not hold Her hand like in my teenage dreams, but I will follow Her back on all fours.
purcelus, absolute property of Goddess Ezada Sinn