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Not today.
You peeked.I’m adding two weeks.
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The rules are simple.One release from chastity a month.You only get to jerk. No more fucking.When you cum, you eat every drop.
Poor tiny little weenie.
So what if I haven’t let you cum in six months?
I’m going to break you.
dirtysaga: How do you measure up? Big enough for a blowjob? Willing to risk getting measured?
Of course I’m going to make him eat his own cum, baby!
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Whether they’re trapped and skinned to fashion into something warm and beautiful, or simply drug around and abused in public for My amusement, all the lower forms of life eventually find their place of service to Me.
“Hahahaha…did you actually just ask for mercy?? Take a look fool! Ask the dozens and dozens of little furry vermin who gave it up to make us beautiful about our ‘mercy’.
I ride it to exhaustion, then snap it’s head back, and exercise the finer, more subtle ‘points’ of My dominance over the lower creatures. It’s not size, but 'attitude’ that wins the day.
(Sizing up My husband’s newest acquisition for Me…) “Groggy? It’s the drugs dear. I know I know…your head is pounding and the sun hurts your eyes. Happens every time they pull the hood off. you know, people think
you think you have something to cry about now? Wait til I really bear down and start pulling! Gawd I LOVE hearing you scream!
I know you’re exhausted. Ready to drop. But I want TEN more runs up and down the stairs. And you’d better not fail Me…or We start ALL over again!
You met her the first night of your singles cruise. She was charming, cute. Wearing a sundress and flip flops during the sail away. You hit it off, met for drinks after dinner and she agreed to meet you at the bottom of the gangplank to explore Cozumel
I remember the first time slave. Your tongue just lazily and tentatively touched My shoe. you even dared stop after two pitiful licks and just squatted there like you were done. laughin…I also remember your shock as I beat you and kicked you
(via An Artist of Pain & Blood) I am an artist by trade as well and I ascribe to the ‘Living Canvas’ philosophy! It is amazing when in that creative mode I am able to block out the otherwise distracting screams from the 'canvas’.
Bearing down…waiting for that delightful snap and the plaintive cries that follow. Mmmmmmmmm….sends shivers up My loins. The best part of dislocating shoulders…is popping them back in. Only slowly. Oh so very slowly…as
Nothing quite does it for Me like slipping into a beautiful pair of spiked heels and taking a nice long walk on a bound and gagged slave. Looking down My legs as they teeter on that beautiful canvas of unmarked flesh. Feeling it’s heart pound
(via Excess Male Slaves Sold for Bargain Prices) I could never take a pass on such a bargain. the thought of a world where surplus males, albeit a bit damaged, were available at bargain prices for ‘experimentation’??? Like… How
Your’s truly, relaxing in ‘Domme Space’ after a nice harsh beat down. The sounds of whips snapping, the delightful percussion of heels slamming into their targets. The yelps and cries that spurred Me on. The pleas for mercy that
Poor little brother… Another long trip to the lake house for dear Mum and Dad. So sad! Hell for you…delightful fun for Me! My school chum Madeline is anxious to meet you. I told Her to wear Her sharpest heels. As you can see, We&rsquo
To the talented and decadent genius who designed these beautiful boots with such lethally sharp toes and heels…I say Bravo! My husband on the other hand…well…he’s not saying ANYTHING! (he’s far too busy trying to find
(via Masochist Sex Slave) In My not so humble opinion, THIS is the ONLY way these things should be allowed to orgasm!
We have this little ritual, My little slave husband and I. When I arrive home, he rushes to the door to kiss My shoes and welcome Me. he brings Me the Mail on his knees, along with My favorite cocktail, which he balances precariously on the small ‘
Always there. Always ready. Should I need something to drink in the middle of the night. Or perhaps relieve Myself without getting up. it may moan softly if it endured a beating that night. Or I might hear a little jangle of it’s chain as it
I didn’t think you would black out that early! But good to have you back. But…now that you’ve kept Me waiting… I’m going to have to be extra hard on you. No problem…I don’t mind that a bit!
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“I promised you a weekend from hell slave, and I intend to deliver. Twelve hours full toilet duty, followed by twelve hours under the ‘cleaning and detailing’ chair. A thirty minute break, and then repeat. Three days. No food…bu
All that screaming! Some days I love it! Some days it just gives Me a headache.
It can be a battle of wills. But it’s a battle I intend to win. It’s a battle I ALWAYS win. All things must be taught their place.
We, the beautiful, the privileged, the powerful…rule the world. We simply allow YOU to live in it. To serve Us, pamper Us, to perform simple and demeaning tasks for Us. So…when you’re NOT there to hold an umbrella over your Owner&rs
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I have two reasons why you’re going to stay in chastity another month.
As Missy explained her new rules for you, all you could do was nod your head and agree to obey her wishes. She was beginning to get control over your mind, and you felt your will starting to bend to her power, and that’s how she wants you. Docile. Horny.
“What’s the matter little brother? Not happy to see Me? Awww, what a bummer for you! Big sister is home from college and Mum is away on holiday in Milan. Sooooo, I have you all to Myself! College has been fun, but I REALLy have missed
Word of advice… NEVER! Ever tell ME you have a horse that can’t be broken! So sorry for your loss.
Some athletes stare in the mirror as they armor up for the contest. They might pace back and forth in the locker room. Me, I just glance back over My shoulder and take a nice long look down those gleaming leather boots. Trace My fingers around those
How My mount shows its appreciation for each jab of the spur and each lash from the whip during the nearly two hours I rode it without break in the blazing sun. Three times it collapsed…feigning exhaustion. Yet three times, the boot got it back
Do I look angry? Annoyed? I was called from the school and informed My ‘son’ was a finalist for the 'Outstanding Student Award’ to be presented this morning. Was I proud? Excited? Hardly! The little 'accident of birth’ is
I acquired a sprawling new cattle ranch operation last month. I finally visited today and was given the full tour. At the mid point, we passed a large building with many head lined up outside. “What exactly is that building?” I asked.
Time to feed the slave in the pit. So can it survive on slave cum alone? Well…only one way to find do out! Hahahahahahahahaha…
Two hundred this evening. Two hundred of My best. No special reason. Just to satisfy a curiosity. Namely…will you survive it? I’m feeling Strong. Very strong. How are you feeling?
Power, cruelty, dominion, privilege. Such an addictive and intoxicating combination. Just pulling on the boots…hearing that zipper glide along as it hugs the soft leather to My leg…lights the fuse. “FETCH MY DRESSAGE WHIP…AND
Hahahahaha… Hurry up little brother! Just a little further. Does the gravel hurt your bony little knees? Awwwwww….. MOVE IT you little shit!! I want all those packages brought into My dressing suite and My newest haul of luxury goods
This one is willful. Pulled up on Me at two obstacles yesterday. Even under the heavy whip…it balked. Today will be different. I’ll bring My ‘A Game’. And…the boots to go with it!
No trudging through muddy fields in baggy camo and ugly boots for this Huntress. I prefer a luxurious tent, marble floors, the champagne on ice, something shiny, short and tight to slither into…and of course My favorite heels. Such great sport!
I sooooo love the look on little brother’s face. When…home from school, he enters his room only to find ME sitting on the edge of his bed. In leather…and spiked heels. The shaking. The crying. He used to try to run. Pointless. I
Imagine that this is your existence. your entire reason for being reduced to a footstool. Never to see the outside world. To laugh. To socialize, read? Not a chance. Five minutes a day you’re released to eat. Twice a day, the maid unlocks you
My older sister…waiting…for me to get out of detention. I didn’t even do anything wrong. Other kids broke the window, but I got the blame. It won’t matter to Her. Just another excuse to beat me to a pulp, kick and stomp me til
Some mornings, a brisk ride out into the countryside becomes something much more. Maybe its the feel of the leather trousers gripping and hugging against My legs as I rhythmically press against the saddle? Or the feel of My spiked heels straddling the
“She was only really a female to him.But perhaps that was better. And after all, he was kind to the female in her, which no man had ever been. Men were very kind to the person she was, but rather cruel to the female, despising her or ignoring her
