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“Alright Margot. it’s not going anywhere now! So do your thing. Break every f-Ing rib. Both sides. Then we’ll take a nice walk around on the quivering pile of what’s left.”
When I’ve spent all afternoon getting Myself perfect, and I’m in My newest dress and fur, I can’t break a sweat. Not before attending the soirée at My friend’s villa. So I just have a slave brought before Me and I sit back, relax,
“This is all fine and proper. But it’s not going to change a thing. The pig’s fate is sealed. It will be beaten until it’s a drooling, mindless vegetable. Just because I can!”
“Well you’re absolutely right My pet. I DID give up smoking. But…for torture night…I’ve decided to light em up again. I missed the smell of burning flesh!”
captioned-femdom-e-motions: have to Believe Me dear…ripping it off when I’m done with you is the LEAST of your worries.
“I have a very good security system around the compound. Fences, barbed wire, video surveillance. Even so, these fools try to escape now and again. Is it the horniness from their enforced chastity that drives them? Is it the 20 hour days of hard
“Just checking on you. Still alive I see. The cold and damp haven’t done their work yet. Sigh…just as well. I wanted to get one more good beating in on you before you left us anyway! I’m in a bit of a mood. You might not
Constant, unrelenting, unfathomable suffering and agony. It’s your lot! Anything less…and We’re simply not satisfied. And We’re very inventive and resourceful in Our methods.
Crawl you pathetic little shit! your Goddess has needs. The need to beat you like a drum, kick you like a dog and walk all over the trembling pile of what’s left until I’m standing in puddles of your blood and tears. you haven’t heale
“I’m using this on you until it breaks. Not one stroke less. It may take the better part of the day. Lay down the plastic and assume the position!”
“Reginald… Divert the Bentley down 73rd. You know, the area beneath the bridge. Where all the bums huddle to try to stay dry and warm. I want to see if My ex is still living down there.” minutes pass… “Mmmmmmmmmmm&hell
No…don’t stop. Just keep punching him while I masturbate. I’m loving the show. I’ll take over when I’m closer to climaxing.
The hierarchy. So obvious!
C'mon little brother! I know your knees are broken and bloody…but try to keep up! you need to move beyond the pain and perform your duties…one of which is to crawl behind Me with all of My packages in your little doggy mouth. Hahahahaha
Ready to take one for the team??? I’m going to beat you so hard your ancestors will bleed!
Another tale from the New World Order… “Dear diary, An exciting and important step today in My growth as a Superior in the New Femdom Gynarchy. I recorded My first kill. The first of what will no doubt be many as I grow and embrace My
I don’t know what to do to you first. But be assured…before this night is through, I’ll have done them ALL!
WELL! They’re not going to lick themselves clean. ARE THEY??? Down! NOW!
Hit and Run?? Oh I don’t think so. Run?… and miss out on this fun. Hell no! Theres no law against running down slaves on the loose in the New World Order. And theres no need to rush things along. I’ll finish him off eventually.
you took this job at a call center in Singapore as a last resort. It wasn’t too bad at first. But sales lagged and a new boss was brought in to tighten things up. Now every afternoon, she comes through the office at shift change…pushed
That cold sweat…that parched feeling in your throat… When… The Lady you arranged through the escort service…to give you a total beatdown…with no safeword…arrives to pick you up at the airport. All six feet,
(via Women Who Volunteer to Punish Men) My lord! Every word of the above is music to My ears. I especially love the part of the males kneeling in place listening to the screams coming from the torture rooms and beginning to cry and sob! This would
I spared a couple of them…just for the delicious irony of it. Now…they cower and crawl to lick My shoes when I enter the room. It’s almost as if they know…
The perfect ‘weapon’ of the future you ask? It’s not mounted on a tank, nor bolted to a jet. It takes no prisoners…and it celebrates every 'kill’ with gleeful enthusiasm. And 'She’ and the millions like Her, will
The culling of the ranks during the annual festival celebrating the New World Order. The entertainment of the moment? This poor miscreant, plucked from the ranks and chased around the square on horseback and under the whip until it collapses from
I don’t wear cotton. I don’t wear synthetics. I don’t wear wool…it scratches My soft golden skin. I only wear leather….or fur. I like to feel skin against My skin. I love the feel, the smell…how it mixes with
Coach Ballbreaker was brought in to turn the program around. All but thirteen had quit after the two hours of wind sprints under the blazing sun. They would endure endless hours of that and more in the weeks to come. But…they would finally win!
you come to finally. Groggy…confused. you try to move but can’t. Your chained tight to bolts in the floor. your left eye is swollen near shut and your other sees only through a haze. your lip is split open. your nose feels broken&hellip
Don’t delude yourself . We don’t dress to please you or turn you on. When I slither into tight leather, slide My feet down into a nice pair of Louboutin spikes, and stand in the mirror, I do it for ME! I’m like the ancient warrior
Does it make you nervous that I sit here, staring at you while I finish My tea? you know, My Mother once counseled Me… “Don’t fret over things over which you have no control.” Sage advice, that I would like to pass along to you.
This…is going to hurt you sooooo much more than it hurts Me, My pet. But then, that’s why you exist…after all. To calm and quench the sadistic storm that builds and builds inside Me. I’m afraid this one isn’t going to
Routines could become boring. But this one just never seems to for Me. I’m awakened with soft kisses to My feet from My sissy chambermaid. A bath is drawn. A massage follows. Breakfast on the veranda. A little shopping with friends is in
“Round up the usual suspects! I think I’ll celebrate My birthday with a nice public flogging and hanging. It’s good to be the Queen!”
When the laser sight’s locked on you, it’s too late to run. This is the look you hope you never see when you’re one of My servants. The look of a hungry lioness when she see’s an old or weak wildebeest. Only I don’t kill
The world’s been such a beautiful place since males accepted their place in it. It’s so obviously right and proper! Why oh why did it take so long?
Dammit! There’s a bug on the surface of the pool! Bring the pool boy to Me NOW! Tie him down here on the pool deck. I’m going to show him what happens to bugs!
In the New Order, all males are naked and vulnerable. It’s not unusual to see a Lady dragging him along a busy street at the end of Her leash. he kneels quietly by Her side, awaiting any order…ready to offer himself for service to or abuse
My own special version of Russian Roulette. The animal gets all the turns! When I want it to move from My toes…to the back of My knee…or to the inner thigh…or to My very swollen ‘clit’, I just pull back on the trigger.
Superman had his cape. Batman had his tricked out car. Thor had his hammer. Well I have something too! And when I step into them…woe be to anyone or anything that gets in My way!
I adore taking My property out for a night on the town. I love people’s reactions. Children stare…and parents admonish them. Some laugh nervously. Teenagers usually snicker. The women? Well they stare as well. Then they look at their
“Whose turn to go first?” “"FIRST??? Haha…look at him! Old,weak. he’ll never make it to a second turn!” “Coin flip then?” “Nooooo…You go ahead. I almost enjoy watching you break
So? What have you brought Me?? Mmmmmmm…. Excellent!
Some days… When I see you straining at the noose, your tiptoes sliding and slipping on the melting block of ice, your panic filled attempts to breathe…I feel such pride, such joy, such exhilaration! Other days…I feel…Nothing.
males aren’t totally useless. A male designed these lovely boots that hug My legs. A male, no doubt, dropped the sledge on the beast that donated it’s skin to fashion them. A male toiled and toiled in his mundane little job to kneel and
Crawl faster maggot! I want to introduce you to your new ‘forever home’.
youngdominatrix: JOIN EUROPE’S LARGEST AMATEUR COMMUNITY - MYDIRTYHOBBY! This one shows the marks of ownership. The telltale scars, scrapes and heel marks all over that wonderfully vulnerable skinny body. The grey toned grime on the chest that shows
(via Bully Girls: Cruel, Dominant, Aggressive, Violent) I missed My calling early in life. Being a bully girl would have been right up My alley. Look at that outfit on the left! Sooooo ME! A modest fine for killing? I’m afraid I would have
Well My little shit! you’ve peed on the oriental for the last time! Look all cute for your farewell shot before I, and My Loubs carry out your sentence!
Simply a matter of how many shoulders you’re willing to stand on, how many you’re willing to walk all over as You claw your way to the top. But the view is lovely as You sit regally atop the pile of the vanquished.
Me Tarzan…you Jane. Blah blah blah! I get it! So what? So let ME explain…King of the Apes… you wear the loincloth. I wear the heels! That means you better be on your knees…chin on the floor…in three seconds!
Slay the dragon. Skin the dragon. Wear the dragon. Be…the dragon!
Things are so much more peaceful and orderly here in My village since WE took over rule and instituted the New Order. I’m free to roam casually down the streets and paths. Every male instinctively falls prostrate, nose to the ground, at the mere
Look! Their skins fit ME better than they did the lambs they came from! And none of that dirty, unkempt wool! Just sleek, shiny and buttery soft. Making beauty from the beasts! So ‘right’.
Most ladies would worry about being alone on a subway late at night. (laughing…) Quite the contrary. If YOU step into this car, glance around and see no one else but Me…it is most definitely YOU who should be worried. Top of My class
If You’re not going to look good when You kill… Then…what’s the point? Besides…its just so fucking hot when I pose with a heel on the head of the vanquished!
Look at this stupid animal. Trying so hard to please Me. To win My approval. I told him that IF he did a VERY good job of worshipping My heels…that I wouldn’t use them on him. laughing…all this kissing, moaning and licking only
Really no different than a mouse. Less fur perhaps. But squeals quite nicely. And that’s really what matters after all!
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Terribly expensive! I suppose the technology is so advanced they will remain so. But cheaper by the gross and inevitably a few will die in shipment. Unlike full grown slaves, they require little fuss or upkeep. A dozen or more can share close quarters
you’re a rich little boy. Aren’t you! Raised just so. Taught all the proper manners. Always deport yourself appropriately. I bet your mother even had one of those proper debutantes all picked out for you to marry someday. Carry on all the
