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Full force kicks in boots til he crumples for good.
blisteredraw: This poor guys bottom is purple and raw already. However, based upon the clear determination that she has on her face and in her swing, he is going to be a lot sorer before she is done with him Someone is obviously into the moment
(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
I rule with an iron fist and will. Fear keeps the dregs in line!
Easily wiped off! No stains, no mess, no fuss. A very important consideration when I ‘play hard’!
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!
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.
Welcome to your new home. you’ll spend most of your nights here. Oh, and when I’m away of course! I’m told it makes you animals feel more safe and secure to be confined like this. All the creature comforts an animal like you should need.
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
At the end of the day, a work slave is responsible for completing it’s full assignment. When an inspection proves otherwise, it must be shown it’s place. And…the point driven home.
(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
You met her the first night of your singles cruise. She was charming, cute. Wearing a sundress and flip flops during the sail away. You hit it off, met for drinks after dinner and she agreed to meet you at the bottom of the gangplank to explore Cozumel
Well…I didn’t put this on to go out grocery shopping piglet! Now…If you can stop shaking long enough, crawl over and position yourself next to the ceiling hoist. I acquired a new bat today. In honor of Opening Day and all. I’m
Words can’t describe how much I adore doing this!
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!
The wedding was beautiful. The honeymoon in Aruba was sublime. But…now that you’ve carried Me across the threshold of My new home, I need to explain to you the way things are going to be. you have no choice in the matter and it will be infin
TRY to keep up you pathetic little shit. I know it’s hard crawling on all fours like that, but how the hell else are you going to kiss the ground I walk on and smell My leather clad ass? How else are you going to kiss and lick My thousand dollar shoes
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?
So very important to stretch before you drag that beast out of its cage and put the pumps to it! It’s the one that’s supposed to get injured! Not YOU!
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.
Hmmmm… Daddy said he was having a maintenance man from his building come up to look at the door to Our penthouse this morning. It’s been sticking. And so I wait…and anticipate. I always dress like this when I know one’s coming. he’ll waddle
The walls of My penthouse are covered with the heads of those that met My imperial gaze through the crosshairs. The floors are adorned with their skins and hides. My suite of closets are filled with their fur. Such good times! But tonight I’m back
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!
(laughing)… When I inherited My father’s sprawling cattle ranch, My girlfriends reaction was predictable. “Eeeeeeeeew! All those stinky cows? Gross!” My reply? “Girls…you simply need to think outside the box!&rd
I’ve really gotten into this whole ‘binge watching’ thing. Today for instance, I’m knocking out all thirteen episodes of Orange Is The New Black. So entertaining. I put this mutt down on all fours to serve as My footstool for
I’ve selected eight of My best. And by best, I mean My most brutal. I’ve taken careful note of failures, deficiencies, episodes of disobedience. They have numbered eight this week and thus…eight whips. I explain to slave husband that
Seriously??? I’m so sick of this! STOP CRYING!!! NOW! THIS…is what I have to do to ‘get off’. So get in your fucking position! And TRY not to pass out! It REALLY fucks up My timing!
On the way to the stables for a hard morning ride. I’ll carefully select the perfect whip and spurs from My vast collection. Then I’ll slowly stride past the stalls, pausing to look in each one…seeing them back away as their eyes widen
“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
Always there. Always ready. Should I need something to drink in the middle of the night. Or perhaps relieve Myself without getting up. it may moan softly if it endured a beating that night. Or I might hear a little jangle of it’s chain as it
“Where to? Sure, I’ll give you a lift. But…. I need to stop by My place for a few minutes. I need your help moving a piece of furniture. Deal?” Great! Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha…..
Special ‘activities’ have special needs. Caning…for instance. My caning sessions go on for hours. With a break now and then to fix a drink, nibble on a bite, photograph My developing masterpiece. But even at an easy pace replete
“I promised you a weekend from hell slave, and I intend to deliver. Twelve hours full toilet duty, followed by twelve hours under the ‘cleaning and detailing’ chair. A thirty minute break, and then repeat. Three days. No food…bu
Would you put in a bit more effort? If I told you…you won’t survive the consequences of anything less than perfection?
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.
Another productive day Two more fools fall for the ol’ broken down vehicle/damsel in distress’ trick. I thought these two would never wake up! Well…its time they’re introduced to the rest of their miserable existence. And
“GROW! Grow you little bastard! you and your furry little litter mates. Only eight months until the Winter Ball in Quebec! And I plan to take you ALL with Me! The only question? Will I wear a full length coat? Or a thigh length coat? Hahahahaha
I love jamming My heel down their throat as far as I can push. So fun to watch them tense up…their eyes get so big as I tilt and scrape the edge of My heel against the back of their throat or the roof of their mouth. My other heel sinking deep
Hahaha…look at them all move away. Look at the wide eyes…the fear. It’s as if…when they see the spurs…they know their fate Soooo…which is the unlucky one today?
Oooooh, so many! I don’t know where to start! Hahahahahahaha…
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
The full moon. Careful… It brings out the creatures of the night. you may only hear the faint echo of a spiked heel on the stone pavement. Savor it. The last sound you will hear.
Everything has its place. We certainly know Ours! And now, you know your’s. Down with the animals and the insects!
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!
What’s that old saying? Build a better mousetrap… And the world will beat a path to your door? Well….
Really Alaska! You offer a bounty per head. And then…you place a limit on how many??? No matter. A few grand spread around in the right hands and everybody looks the other way. Now I won’t have to stop,shooting til My shoulder wears
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.
The teacher’s pet is running detention now. She has a real ‘take no prisoners’ attitude.
Power, cruelty, dominion, privilege. Such an addictive and intoxicating combination. Just pulling on the boots…hearing that zipper glide along as it hugs the soft leather to My leg…lights the fuse. “FETCH MY DRESSAGE WHIP…AND
Whatever end of this view you find yourself on…you must admit, The view…is intoxicating.
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
“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
This one is willful. Pulled up on Me at two obstacles yesterday. Even under the heavy whip…it balked. Today will be different. I’ll bring My ‘A Game’. And…the boots to go with it!
I know. So blue collar. So outside My standards. But…I haven’t enjoyed a good kill in nearly a week. And I have the withdrawal shakes. After all, it’s not like I’m wanting to bond. They all snap. They all crunch. They
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
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!
Not all gunracks look alike.These three…37 kills between them. Unlicensed. Unregistered. Beautiful…Powerful…Deadly…as the Lady whose feet slide down into them.
Some mornings, a brisk ride out into the countryside becomes something much more. Maybe its the feel of the leather trousers gripping and hugging against My legs as I rhythmically press against the saddle? Or the feel of My spiked heels straddling the
