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slave-759432: No rights for males In True Utopia the women beat and abuse their property till they feel like stopping, not when a male slave wants it to stop. Say no to safe words a abuse on. The only future is female supremacy, and male slavery.
slave-759432: No rights for males. Daily beatings are necessary for disobedient males. The only future is female supremacy and male slavery. True Utopia If you stop simply because they’re bleeding or pass out, you’re denying yourself
“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!”
males should routinely be beaten bloody. An excellent example of a routine, recreational beating. No offense has been committed other than the obvious one of having been born a male, which alone justifies any and all abuse the Female Owner may choose
It’s always bad news for a male when two of its Superiors get together to team up on it. The Goddesses tend to feed off each other’s sadism and things can quickly turn into a delightful game of ‘oneupsmanship’. Sometimes they
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. Almost time…
(via Boot Worship Predicament) I’m posting something fun from femdomocracy about creating a losing situation for your slave. Offering a privilege and reward and then rigging the game to make it impossible to achieve. Impossible, and yes, quite painf
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.
(via Male Slave Reformatorium) OHHHHH, how do i get a gig working as one of the Officers here??? talk about the gig of a lifetime…and im so well suited!
I rule with an iron fist and will. Fear keeps the dregs in line!
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
Males should know their place. If they don’t…by all means SHOW them!
Take note males of the species. If you see Me out, walking back from the Starbucks, don’t think you can ogle and whistle at Me. A snap of My fingers and My bodyguards will be on you in a flash! I know you didn’t expect to visit My flat this
I enjoy this quiet time…enjoying a cig…watching you just hang there, twisting. Listening to your labored breathing and the occasional faint moan. No doubt your little brain is contemplating what I might have in store for you this evening.
My absolute all time favorite work of erotic art. The ultimate scene of Female Sadism. Watching Her bring Herself to orgasm while Her companion shoots arrow after arrow into the staked down slave just says it all. Is there anything more erotic than
It’s a new world boys! Know your place! Stay in it!
Ready to take one for the team??? I’m going to beat you so hard your ancestors will bleed!
No pads. Pick the roughest terrain for Your ride. When they stumble, stay in place and simply beat them until they raise You back up to Your exalted position. Ride them til they collapse from exhaustion. If the whip fails to raise them up…dismoun
(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
Looking for new and creative ways to torture Your property? Try tying them up next to a hive and slather on some honey and pheromones. Hahahaha…then sit at a safe distance and practice Your skill with a slingshot. Great fun for Your next picnic!
Sigh…. Poor thing. All cold and shivering from your long night chained to the concrete floor down here in the cellar. Weak from days without food. Well, that’s the way I like you. Weakened, frightened, trembling uncontrollably. It just
Certainly I dress to arouse. To entice. Myself included! But today eclipses mere fashion and style. I reached for a very special pair. Engineered to perfection. Lethal. Carefully crafted for pain and destruction. And…I’m on the hunt.
Covered head to toe in skintight leather, I await your arrival. Leather tipped fingers drumming out a beat as I plot your demise. your agony will be legendary!
All those lovely sharp little spikes. Mmmmmmm…what a shame not to put them to good use. Like driving a Maserati and never taking it over 20. So who…or what…is going to step up and be My beautiful open highway today? Hmmmm?
(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
You really screwed up this time Carmine! Talking with the Feds? Really? You know what happens when you double cross the mob! So now Johnny says “Hey Carm…let’s go for a ride down to the club”. You get in the back…alone.
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
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.
“Hmmmmmm… What do you think of that one Leslie? The one hanging around the bronze over there.” “Mmmm…looks a little older than Our ‘usual’. Think he can last a while? I hate it when they crumble after a few
When Madame acquires a new slave for the Estate, it must first pass through The Gauntlet. To keep things interesting for Her ‘Girls’ The Madame spins a Roulette Wheel. The number! Well that’s obvious. That’s how many times
Ooooooh some pictures just get Me sooooo wet! Look at this little dish all trussed up so nice. And the perfect position. Balls, ribs, head, face…all tee’d up and just begging for the pointed toes. Presentation is SO important. And this
polyfetishist: Darkest Femdom erotica including Emma S. SENSUAL SADIST When the Wife comes to the Re-training facility to pick up hubby…“No no no! This absolutely won’t do. he looks like he’s enjoying himself!”“I
Ooops! Shouldn’t have been in My way.
So? What have you brought Me?? Mmmmmmm…. Excellent!
A guest commented the other evening… “My, I count two rooms without skins covering the floors”. I’ve never felt so humiliated. THAT will be taken care of TODAY!!
I love everything about them…except… I can’t see the blood. White next time!
Some images…well…they don’t really need words. Do they?
Odd choice of outfit for a casual stroll in the country? Well…that’s because you think small! I believe in being prepared. One never knows the bounty the road Might offer up to Me on any given day. I NEVER miss an opportunity to bring
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
you lost count…AGAIN pig! W/we double…and start over. Two hundred now. And you’re already bleeding! AND… My arm isn’t even tired.
(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
The mind of the cruelly inventive Female Sadist. Every tie thought out. Every bind designed to produce incomprehensible agony. Every breath tortured and labored. Lights out! Two hours to twist in the wind…to think…about the searing
Something about leather. Beautiful, soft, smooth leather. So taut against My skin. So primal in its intoxicating fragrance. The creak of it as I move My body. Contemplating the suffering that undoubtedly occurred to bathe Me in its magnificence. A littl
Look at them. Built for a purpose. So obvious! If you’re not going to hurt…or worse… someone…some…thing… WHY even slide them on? Would you buy a Ferrari…and just drive it twenty miles per hour? To&hel
Another gift! It’s his version of wearing a little cardboard ‘Kick Me’ sign around his neck. Not like I pull back the tissue and not KNOW what it is he’s angling for. And being a giver like I am… I give him exactly
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!
In the New World Oder of Female dominion, Ladies often wear next to nothing under a jacket. Something alluring and that will offer unfettered access should She choose to use an available male for Her pleasure. And…of course, a lethal pair of
Fetch those new Chilean spurs. And the thorn whip and wire quirt will do nicely. Then saddle up one of the nags in Barn Three. I’m meeting the ladies from the Hunt club at five for cocktails, so I don’t have all day. Pick one of the
In the New World Order of Absolute Female Dominion, young males are sent to special indoctrination centers where very enough traditional ‘schooling’ is provided to make them functional. The thrust of the mission however is to break them of
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
Enjoying My trip to Saudi Arabia. NOW! Good lord…how many steel and glass monstrosities can one look at until One goes daff from the banality? Thank goodness My guide suggested a hunt. A canned hunt of course. I’m not traipsing across
Ohhh…I didn’t expect to see anyone down here this late. Ummmmm….can you tell Me? What’s the best way to get blood put of a shirt? A LOT of blood! I ummmmmm….got a little carried away. Ohhhh…..well…Sure!
Nothing stirs My sadism and stimulates Me like the feel of a squirming, sobbing and suffering body beneath My heels. The visual as I look down and see it pinned there helplessly. The feel of beautiful and deadly stilettos sinking into flesh, wobbling
THIS was SUPPOSED to be a celebration. Our third anniversary. Lunch in the city. Fur shopping. A three hour massage. And the highlight…a return to the estate for an evening of decadent torture. I had one of the dark skinned ones hanging there
Waiting patiently for him to ‘come to’. AGAIN! Maybe I shouldn’t have kicked him so hard in the head? I HATE it when they die before I’m even wet. Much less before I’ve reached orgasm!!
A nostalgic shot. An antiquated device…long since removed. I now deposit all of My precious waste directly into the eager mouths of My starving trio of slaves. It was a climb at first for them. I would allow them five minutes to consume and
When you’re feeling that urge…the urge to once again harvest a new crop of misery, suffering and death…adorn Yourself in the finest skins of the slaughtered. Unleash all hell. Stack the bodies high. Then perch yourself atop them. Makes
Happy times…A strong, wealthy and powerful man. And yet completely servile and uncompromising in its devotion.“NO LIPS, NO TONGUE!! Just breathe. Deep. Get your ugly little snout right into the arch and breathe deeply.”Hahahaha…I
Ahhhh…good afternoon My little pet. Ive come to check on you again!Poor baby! you look so miserable all staked down there on the roof of this abandoned warehouse. Whats the matter?? No low flying planes come by? To spot you and call in a rescue?
