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Cornered and busted by an angry wife. Don’t fuck with sadistic bitches!
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.
“What a frustrating day! The scum who work for Me got their reports in late and I fired the whole group. Then the waiter brought the wrong wine with My lunch at Nobu. And on the way back to the office, a gutter bum whistled at Me and I scuffed up
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!
Punishment horses are a popular home furnishing in many Gynarchic societies. Residing in a small apartment this Domme Owner chose the smallest model.Being an intensely sadistic woman the horse is for recreation. It serves the purpose her dungeon will
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.
slave-759432: No rights for males Yet another male slave husband being properly beaten daily as part of his training to help the worthless pig knows its place in life. The dominant women in True Utopia know that these worthless pigs only understand
Mmmmmmmmmm…I just can’t explain why seeing you in such agony and abject misery just makes Me so deliriously happy slave. Why I get so much pleasure in seeing you like this and in making you suffer. How I get such a creative rush out of conco
(via Slave Man’s Renewed Dedication) THIS is definitely how I would run My Re-Dedication Day. Superb!
It’s a new world boys! Know your place! Stay in it!
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
mistress-scarlet-captions: spk72: LOVE hand trampling. Kiss her shoes as she steps on your hand and fingers, she obviously deserves it. https://msscarletuk.wordpress.com/ Why fight it? you’re here for one thing. Our entertainment. And
Another Saturday night and again…an empty dungeon. That’s My fault I suppose. I can get a little carried away at times. My perogative. So I’m out again collecting. My hunting ground? The slums and alleys in the poorer parts of
Do you see the rain? IDIOT!! I’m going to count to three. And your body had better be here. Nice and flat. your Goddess needs something to wipe Her soles on. I didn’t order the new Benz with floor mats because I have 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’.
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Ahhhhhhhhhh…good times!
When the common muscle guys just can’t seem to break down the stooge and make him talk… Its best to have a secret weapon on your side. Its easy to see…She LOVES Her work!
Not to worry My pet. you’ll heal up soon enough. By then I’ll be in the mood to do this to you all over again. Welcome to the rest of your miserable life pig!
Intense, systematic, relentless. If you want to see them cower in the corner, crying and trembling at the mere sight of you, or at the sound of Your heel tips on the hard floor… A joy like that doesn’t just happen on it’s own! It
I found Myself sliding around too much on some of the fat pigs I trample. All that sweat and blood makes for bad footing. I could turn an ankle! So I had these lovelies designed to give Me better grip. Now I can really go to town on these piggies!
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
“They’re considered the largest and most fearsome predator on the planet you know” a friend once offered up in conversation. Hmmm….WELL, it doesn’t look soooo powerful now, does it? I remember the moment so well. Even
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
I’ve played this ‘game’ so many times. And yet, it never gets old! A minute tops! Then…My little 'Good Samaritan’ will come to My aid. He’ll lean in for a look, I’ll bring the hood down and send a dozen very
Men… Lord…they’re so gullible. Fake a little helplessness. “Oh this is so heavy”. A little grunting and groaning. Before I can say ‘lights out’ they’re scurrying over to My van to help Me get the
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
Come back up slave. I have another big surprise for you! Hahahahahahaha
You’re the new hire at the firm. Easy on the eye, such as you are, you’re immediately noticed by the Female employees. Some subtle flirtations. A sideways glance here or there. Then…Friday afternoon, they invite you to join them
We’re just getting used to them. Olivia was developing shoulder aches from all the shooting. It’s never a clean kill with these things. And you know, We’re perfectly fine with that! Makes it all the more ‘sporting’!
Believe Me. you don’t want to even begin to think about what’s going on in this head. On your best day, you couldn’t even comprehend the delicious depravity!
Finally! I can’t tell you how many pairs of riding breeches I’ve ruined from a long and hard ride under the spur and whip. The bloodstains seem impossible to get out. These beautiful rubber pants and boots are the answer to a prayer. Everyt
Detention would never be the same after the new proctor, Ms Devereaux, took over and told Billy to lay down on his back in front of the blackboard. Now…we keep our heads down, stay quiet as a mouse, and do,our homework!
Sooooo…. Today,,just for fun, I’m going to open up all your old wounds! Haha So what will it be….the whip? Or the heels?
“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
Just imagine the agony…being trapped in this position for eight hours.Now imagine the horror of one hundred strokes from the long dressage whip thrown with every bit of strength in My body.All…because you failed to kiss My shoes on exiting
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
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!
Like a baby with a pacifier. Think maybe he’s teething? Hardly! I kicked all his teeth out years ago when I chose to make him a proper oral slave. No nasty teeth may touch My soft skin. And no worries about a scratch or scrape on the toe of
The ritual… A long hot bath. A cocktail or two. Slither into something black, gleaming, tight, dangerous. Stand before the mirror. Drink in the awe of it all. Feel the power wash over Me. Take up My spot. Down in the bowels of the city.
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
This one failed Me in the steeplechase. It failed to make a jump. It balked, even under the heavy whip. Time and again I beat it with all My might, drove in the Spurs with every ounce of passion I could summon. To no avail. I’ve no use for such
Adorned in the spoils of suffering and ready to bring more. Tenfold!
Let’s play a game. you like games don’t you? Let’s play…Guess The Donor! Because you KNOW how I abhor synthetics! Mmmmmmmm… I can remember that day so clearly. My bloodlust was in overdrive. I just couldn’t
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.”
I’m on My third. No, I wasn’t that dirty! I just love the feeling…the way they squirm and convulse right before they die.
The simple bad luck of being born male into a world of absolute Female supremacy. Even a Mother’s own is held in contempt and disdain and is ultimately just more fodder for sadistic enjoyment.
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
“Gawd, here she comes. Crawling for her tip.” “Ugh…third world scum! Like I need that filth to HAND Me a towel! We can’t even have the powder room to Ourselves anymore without the damned do nothing attendant!”
A new day at My club in Sao Paulo. The van will arrive in moments. Full of ‘new acquisitions’ brought in from God knows where…to WORK…in the club. Papa taught Me the value of making a good first impression. Sets the tone
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
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
A little acting…faking a breakdown. The victim du jour rushes to assist. I drop the keys…quite by accident. A glance around to be sure we’re alone…and… I start my workout. Leg toning today. Poor boy! Didn’t
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!
We’ve lulled away the morning. Kissing tenderly. Exploring each other’s bodies. Enjoying long, full body massages. But even with all that…We have needs still unmet. The thirst for power. To exert Our dominance…our station. And no better way
My whips, even the most fierce, don’t always achieve the level of suffering I desire. At times like that…I simply improvise. Think outside the box Ladies.
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
No…I didn’t marry your father out of love. Nor to claim his wealth. My own riches eclipse his ten times over.No My little pets. I married him to get at YOU! His twin little ‘prizes’. So small, so young, so beautiful in your own
odalisque-uk: sadistic-gentleman-uk: poshmadamoiselle: Caged cunt Yesterday @sadistic-gentleman-uk set me a task – I had to go to a pet shop and buy a series of items, designed to reinforce my status as slave, and to remind me of my inferiority.
