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I pause…and circle back around in front of him. I lift his tear filled face to meet My gaze. I squeeze his face, contorting it, with My leather covered fingers. I’ve been beating him for maybe five minutes.he welcomes the interruption.
Any Lady can torture a lowly male. It’s Her privilege and even responsibility. It’s the attention to detail…detail that amplifies the pain and suffering to its absolute maximum…that is the mark of the true Sadistic Goddess!
These things only purpose is to suffer, work til collapse and pleasure if called upon for that privilege.In a moment, I will stand and bear down My full weight on those tiny heel tips and drive them through flesh, tendon and bone as I’m serenaded by
mommysbitchboy: Push it in please Mistress No need to beg. It’s fully My intent to push it in. And fuck you with it til you bleed like a stuck pig!
bitch-daddy: Make him give it up anywhere, anytime. Put on your slinkiest lingerie and spikiest heels. Walk all over him like the piece of meat he is and then mercilessly dry fuck what’s left. Leave him sobbing.
The most useless ‘things’ on the planet. They can’t be skinned to make shoes and boots for Us. They have no fur to rip from their bodies to fashion soft, warm and beautiful coats, blankets and hats for Us. They smell, are covered
(via Slave Man’s Renewed Dedication) THIS is definitely how I would run My Re-Dedication Day. Superb!
Easily wiped off! No stains, no mess, no fuss. A very important consideration when I ‘play hard’!
When I ride, I RIDE. When I buckle on the spurs, I make sure the rowels are sharp as a razor. And I USE them! The damn things aren’t there for decoration! I ride until they collapse beneath Me from utter exhaustion. I use the boots on them until
“No no husband! No need to change. I called the neighbors and cancelled our plans for dinner out this evening. My new whip arrived today, and as you can see, I’m VERY anxious to break it in. And I knew it would take ALL evening to do so
I love this video. So sadistic and stylish. No ending of course which forces Me to make up one of My own. Hint….it doesn’t end well for the stooge. Can you guess what I came up with?
(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
Have you cut the grass? Front and back? Edged the walk? Taken out the trash? Scrubbed all the floors? Grocery shopped? Cleaned all the dishes? So….what do you want? A fucking medal? Here’s your reward! I want your sorry ass naked.
You think this is cruel? I don’t believe in allowing animals in the house. Just that simple. So, it stays chained up outside. They adapt…or they die. “That’s it doggie. Lick all that snow off Goddesses boots and I’ll
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
I know human resources didn’t explain the full nature of your position and responsibilities here. You see, your day doesn’t end at five like everyone else’s. You are to remain at your desk working until everyone has left and then you
slave! Fetch My spurs! The ones with the two inch razor rowels. I want to do a hard ride today. I want to relish My dominion over this stupid beast! I want to feel the ecstasy of it collapsing beneath Me, exhausted, bleeding and bathed in sweat.
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
Yes Stacie, this is My little brother I told you so much about. Isn’t that a sight. he looks like the holiday turkey…all tied and trussed up like that…doesn’t he? I’ve kept him like that since Thursday. I just slide
(via Masochist Sex Slave) In My not so humble opinion, THIS is the ONLY way these things should be allowed to orgasm!
(via Male Slave Crawls Across Gravel Walk) Perfection in the training of these sometimes clueless, sometimes headstrong animals. Certainly, twenty or so swift kicks to it’s balls could have been administered immediately, but this delayed punishme
Know how some things just are made to be together? Like milk and cookies? Burgers and fries? Winter and a warm fire? Well, I feel that way about a nice big set of vulnerable balls! They just BELONG at the end of these sharp toes and beneath these
It’s said that a vampire rises from Her sleep with an insatiable desire to ‘feed’. I too have insatiable desires. The desire to nurture My entitlement, My privilege and feed the intoxicating power rush I’ve felt ever since My
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!
Pick your poison. If you don’t choose…I’ll just choose for you.
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.
A friend suggested I try ‘vegan leather’. Are you kidding? Where’s the fun in that? These beauties? Well darlings…I strode through the pens Myself. Pointing the sleek black glove of death at the donors I chose. Had them
Once you realize they’re not even human…just some lab rat and nothing more…it really takes the shackles off Our sadistic imagination. They’ll beg for death. And We won’t even give them That!
“Yes, I know it hurts but I have bad news for you. It’s going to get so much worse after We chain you to the bench. you’ll have to scream loud enough to bring all three of Us to hands free orgasms. Simply from the vibrations in the
Oooooh, so many! I don’t know where to start! Hahahahahahaha…
Ahhhh, new shoes. So lovely and virginal. So many adventures await. Soon that perfect sole will be scarred and pockmarked…and full of a thousand tales. It will have power, character. The sole, will have a soul! And a very dark one at that!
The supply is endless, the money is fabulous and…I LOVE doing it. Now that’s what ya call a perfect situation!
Time to review the troops. Well…hardly ‘troops’. Simply the poor and starving scum who toil as My servants here at My estate. Nothing like a surprise inspection to liven up a boring day. One…among the hideous will dare raise
Getting all settled in for a nice evening of binge watching that new series everyone’s buzzing about. And you know, even a good thing can be made better if I know you’re in agony and suffering mightily beneath My spikes the entire time!
Don’t rush that finale Ladies.Drink in that lovely look of fear, agony and resignation to fate.
I’m afraid I could never be a ‘vegan’. I love the softness, the primal aroma. The feel of soft kid linings caressing My feet. The glossy red reminds Me of the blood spilled in their making. A carrot just lays there. When I stab in
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
What’s that old saying? Build a better mousetrap… And the world will beat a path to your door? Well….
Sigh…I’m bored. Bring Me My bow, a quiver of arrows and fetch one of the servant’s children. I need to hone My skills!
Everything’s so much more delicious when stomped with passion and in style. Wine…and…. Let your imagination take flight!
Sometimes there’s just that little ornery piece of skin that just seems to stick to My heel. It wouldn’t matter…but I DID just have the car detailed.
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.
Soooooo darling…what shall We do to this wretched piece of shit today? I’ll admit…I’m fresh out of ideas. I though he’d surely be dead by this morning. Take his plastic away…lay him down in the snow…kick
So much facial reconstruction surgery going on these days. I prefer to specialize in facial Deconstruction surgery. The tools are a bit different…and much more to My liking!
Really no different than a mouse. Less fur perhaps. But squeals quite nicely. And that’s really what matters after all!
House Rule #377 When the door shuts, and My heels hit the tile… IF…I do not feel…within five seconds…a set of lips against My instep… I start breaking things. And I don’t mean the china.
Mirror mirror…on the wall… WHO is the most beautiful, powerful, cruel and sadistic one of all?? Mmmmmmmmmmm….haha, I thought so. Well a title is just a title. UNLESS…it’s put to good use. Sooooo….time to
Stop complaining!! DOWN, NOW!!! ON THE FLOOR! That’s it…lips pressed to My shoes. Mmmmmm those tears tickle! I like that. Now hold still. I want to feel your warm brains hit My FOOT when I pull the trigger!
Every night now…She feels the ache. Right around sunset. She is like a vampire thirstng for blood. An addict needing Her nightly fix. And the need, the desire, grows stronger and more obsessive each passing night. Ever since that one fateful
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
Stop crying! Put the damn collar on and then bend over the rail. I want to fuck you for a while before O/our walk. And no lube today! you Have ten seconds to get Me as juicy as you can and then I’m driving in. Then a ghost pepper goes up your raw
A note to My followers… First…NO, this is not ME! Lol…I wish! As usual in My world, I see a simple photo that anyone else might appreciate for a second or two. But I see so much more. It speaks to Me, inspires Me and soon a story
Darling…be a dear and fetch the Di Marni’s with the pointed steel toes. Purple box. Top shelf on the left. They’re My ‘go to’s’ when I don’t have much time. And We do need to be at The Ball in forty minutes.
I swear on My seven dear departed ex-husband’s souls… IF My hand has to touch that door handle… YOU’LL spend the rest of your life in traction! Or…become Number eight!
If you’re going to beat them until the blood puddles beneath them on the dungeon floor, it only makes sense to wear something that rinses easily. The ‘splatter’ can ruin a perfectly good outfit!
The beautiful Emmanuelle seems terribly out of place in this abandoned warehouse. She has come to watch a dog fight. She’s been hooked since an acquaintance took Her to a cockfight earlier in the year. “I’ve such a bloodlust!”
Power. The power to pass judgement. Casually, callously. To tease, torture…to end…a life. Dominion. Our birthright. To embrace it. Wield it. And do so enthusiastically! When the day ‘tees up’ an opportunity to exert that
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!
My favorite game. The hourglass is turned. Sixty beautiful, wonderful minutes. My pet’s hands are bound tightly behind him with sharp wire. he kneels in the broken champagne glass I threw to the floor…his knees aching and bleeding. he
Sumptuous leather and the softest fur…they belong together. If it doesn’t bleed, suffer and die…it doesn’t get the privilege of touching My body.And the more prolonged and agonizing that death and suffering…and the more
