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What is it about this guy that has the Japanese so damned scared? he laid down like a bitch for Me! HaHa!I like to hook up My foot pump to these little critters and pump them up til they’re ready to explode. Then, as you might guess, I slow
captioned-femdom-e-motions: memorable I literally could do this to exhaustion! The screams and cries would spur Me on to My ‘second wind’.
“Bring My punishment Spurs! And the thorn whip. Saddle up the pony in stall 12.” Annoyed… “YES, I know it’s leg is still fractured. I want to test its mettle. Full gallop it up and down the sheer rock formation at the
captioned-femdom-e-motions: start counting It’s commonly said that anything gets old after a while. But it would take a LONG WHILE for this to get old! My arm would give out first.
(via Public Punishment: Bed of Rocks)
See what you’re missing slave! I’ll bet you had no idea…given your limited perspective. No wonder you can’t sit for weeks when I’ve finished with you!
you think you have something to cry about now? Wait til I really bear down and start pulling! Gawd I LOVE hearing you scream!
(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’.
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Sometimes, I just like to stand on their heads u til they start whimpering. Then I stand a little longer til they begin crying. Then, I bounce. At some point, they realize I’m not going Anywhere! And you know what? I’m NOT!
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
“your parents are quite concerned about you william. your family has a long and distinguished succession of scholars. your inability to even advance, much less excel is becoming an embarrassment to them. And so, at their wits end, they’ve
“So My Little pet. My property. Here’s the lovely little game I’ve devised for this evening. When I turn the hourglass over, and the sands start to empty down…I’ll part My legs and you do your absolute best to bring Me
I’ve not had NEARLY enough opportunities to do this as I would have liked. But those times I did were among My most satisfying. The best part?Hissing at them to get back up into position. Over, and over and over again. And watching them struggle
captioned-femdom-e-motions: no break Absolutely not. We will ‘break’ when the cane 'breaks! Until then…we continue.And stop your whining! I haven’t even hit bone yet!
A new and vile little third world waif has been added to the servants ranks today. I like to ‘welcome’ them personally to The Estate and to the rest of their miserable life. “COME! Crawl behind Me little brown piece of shit and lick
‘it’ knows that in a few moments, I…and these beautiful boots…will bring down a shit storm of pain upon him. Like thunder! But I afford it these few peaceful minutes of worship. Seeing him down there kissing and licking so
This animal thinks if it stays in a crouch like this, it can save it’s balls. Well that’s fine. I’ll just move onto the ribs and face. As long as I’m breaking something I’m happy.
Three Hundred. THAT is what I want from you tonight. That’s three times your best. Three hundred of My best with the lunge whip. I want screaming so bloodcurdling and loud My ears ache. I want you to twist and convulse until I think the chains
That wonderfully sublime moment…after all that could be broken has been broken. After I’ve milked every ounce of agony I can. And all that’s left is the last tortured little gasp…and the faintest little heartbeat ‘kissing&
All that’s missing… Something beneath them, putting up the good fight.
your worst nightmare. When it turns into a contest!
Perfect. Brand new. Not a mark on them. Totally unacceptable. My shoes need to tell a story. So time to get busy. Time to make history. Time to bring death, misery and destruction. Time to put a few notches on the guns.
Don’t be ridiculous. Of course you’re going to be hurt. You’re going to be damaged. Pardon My French, but I’m going to ‘fuck you up’ really Bad! Just pray you survive it.
I love the marks, but I just hate it when they scab over and stop bleeding. “BACK ON THE FLOOR SCUM! Let Me open those back up for you.”
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
stuff-and-things-and-stuff: archivallolo83: whippingmistress: Full power caning by Mistress Jo. So impressive !! Impitoyable Maîtresse très dure ! Make us suffer. We deserve it. It’s all here Ladies and worms. A caning administered as it
I have an insatiable appetite for destruction. And I haven’t ‘eaten’ in days. Don’t say you weren’t warned!
Did I mention I LOVE inflicting pain? Does it show on My face??
Surprise slave! I asked My twin sister to join Me. Two pairs of sharp heels and toes are better than one…right? Now listen Katrina…that old saying ‘don’t kick a man while he’s down’? Well…forget all about
She stipulated you meet first in a public place. ‘Standard procedure’ She said. you arrived early. Waited nervously. you never had the courage to actually do this…until now. your attention is momentarily distracted by a couple having
My neighbor Dimitri is hosting a shooting party and canned hunt this evening. The tent is erected, the champagne chilled and the guns leaned and loaded. And I am dressed appropriately for a lovely evening of drinking, laughter and decadent carnage.
“This is my sister Katherine, although I only address Her as Goddess now. I was given to Her for Her seventeenth birthday by My Mother. In the New World Order, male children are despised and treated with shame and disdain by their Mothers. Those
I woke up this morning feeling meaner than usual. No real reason. Maybe a dream I had? Who knows? But…slave will know. Without a word from My lips he’ll know. he’ll see Me. I always put on the makeup extra heavy and severe. I always
I’m batting 1000 this year. Again! I swear….whats supposed to be so hard about this game? Ohhhhhhh…the pitching! Ahhhhhhh… Well I just skip all that!
Coming up on Halloween again. MY birthday happens to be the day before. Every year since ten (I’ll be fourteen this year) I’ve dressed as a cat. Mother loves it. Says it fits My personality perfectly. Every year, she gives Me a dozen mice
It’s inevitable. The result of distracted driving. Am I REALLY supposed to pay attention? I’m too busy planning My evening, texting, singing along with My tunes. It’s THEIR job to stay out of MY way! Anywho…its why I keep
Hmmmm…look at it. So relaxed and content. As if cleaning My shoes was all I had in store for it! Poor idiot! Looking down and seeing My gorgeous heels framed by the ugly face of an inferior just gets all My power revving and My sadistic juices
Mind control takes many forms. Do you think I have this one’s attention? Finally?
So seductive. That familiar, warm rush of power and decadence that washes over Me when I slide into a thousand dollar pair of fine Italian boots The quality, the luxury, the scent of the sacrifice. The embracing hug around My foot. How it travels up
No rug as nice as one that cries. And bleeds. Keep one in every room of your house. There is a use for these things you see!
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
There’s a time for the kill shot. Certainly. But to draw back the bow and send a ‘Cupid’ s arrow’ into him with such accomplished skill. To miss any vitals…and simply lodge between two ribs. Any movement during My absence
The dawn of a new day. Sigh… Who among the many who serve Me shall I single out for the finest in abuse? Who’s life shall I ruin and fashion into a living hell? Eeeny meanie miney mo…
Damn! I missed it’s brain. Sigh…I’ll do better on the next one. Practice DOES make perfect.
Wear it. Lounge on it. Walk on it…and sink those heels into it. Embrace Your dominion. It’s there for the taking. So take and take and take…until there’s nothing left to take.
The still of early morning. There’s a crispness in the air. A peaceful quiet.But if you listen closely…You can hear the far off snaps of the traps springing shut. The occasional faint cry or yelp. Sounds that bring a smile to My face.
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