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I’d love to take a guy to Hooters and do this to him :)
Very sexy female android. Unfortunately, she needs to be reprogrammed.
faceofffembot: Model: Jordan Carver via Fembot Wiki (camera-free version) I’d love to pretend to be drowning just to be close with such a beauty!Â
its-roboter: Wow esto es el futuro para todos los amantes de robots! Prepare yourself for these robots! Too bad they only show robot girls but I bet you all are going to enjoy this video! ANt S I bet you’ll enjoy this more than I hehe I hope this
I didn’t pay any attention to what those two guys were saying. My eyes (and indeed my male instrument) were hypnotically captured by the absolutely beautiful and sophisticated female robot behind them. All those movements show the robot has got incredib
cuckolding-and-female-allure: My wife has become very dominant since she started fucking my boss. There are times when she orders me to get naked, to crawl to her and beg her to let me lick her pussy. As I clean her she tells me about his big cock and
cuckolding-and-female-allure: Didn’t I told you to thank your boss properly every time he visits us and pleasures your wife with his BIG COCK?
Don’t try to be difficult. You, as well as most of the hubbies that are brought to me, still insist that you’ll never allow your wife to fuck other men, but in a few hours you’ll be begging me to let you put the cock of your wife’s
What a wonderful peegasm! I think the best orgasms require one to drop all inhibitions about what’s acceptable for one’s body to do and for one’s mind to fantasize.
These filthy street urchins swarm My car at every damned intersection. Wanting to clean My windshield. It was just a matter of time before one of them was going to get themselves run over.I’ve aleady missed My 2 o’clock meeting so I thought
Hailing My ‘victim du jour’. I’ll dress like this and wait…not long…until they’re practically wrecking their cab to get to Me. Then I’ll have them drive Me to a remote abandoned warehouse where My goons will
“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!”
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
captioned-femdom-e-motions: have to Believe Me dear…ripping it off when I’m done with you is the LEAST of your worries.
“I have a very good security system around the compound. Fences, barbed wire, video surveillance. Even so, these fools try to escape now and again. Is it the horniness from their enforced chastity that drives them? Is it the 20 hour days of hard
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
School uniforms at the Dominance Academy are a little different than you might have remembered growing up…before the New World order was established. Each girl is assigned a boy to serve as Her chair and desk, to carry Her books, to be ridden for
“Just checking on you. Still alive I see. The cold and damp haven’t done their work yet. Sigh…just as well. I wanted to get one more good beating in on you before you left us anyway! I’m in a bit of a mood. You might not
And so, the trap is set. Won’t be long. Some half drunk boor will come over and try their pitiful lines on Me. I’ll pretend to be charmed. Laugh at their crude attempts at humor. A little something in their drink and I’ll pour them
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
(via Slave Men Used as Punching Bags) WHAT A FABULOUS IDEA!!! I would need at least a dozen ‘bags’. I fear seven days would likely not be enough 'recovery time’ to provide Me a fresh, unbruised and broken canvas. The raw power and
No…don’t stop. Just keep punching him while I masturbate. I’m loving the show. I’ll take over when I’m closer to climaxing.
WELL! They’re not going to lick themselves clean. ARE THEY??? Down! NOW!
Makes One wonder WHY Women tolerated life in a male dominated society for so long. It’s so obvious Who is Superior. Who holds the power. Who is so much more suited to rule and rule ruthlessly. Look at the pasty, fat, pudgy and hairy slug shackled
Hit and Run?? Oh I don’t think so. Run?… and miss out on this fun. Hell no! Theres no law against running down slaves on the loose in the New World Order. And theres no need to rush things along. I’ll finish him off eventually.
you took this job at a call center in Singapore as a last resort. It wasn’t too bad at first. But sales lagged and a new boss was brought in to tighten things up. Now every afternoon, she comes through the office at shift change…pushed
You saw this vision seven blocks back, waiting to cross the intersection. You were transfixed. Alarmed that this beautiful, confident Female would dress so powerfully, so outrageously out on the busy downtown on a weekday afternoon. You blew off the
Under female supremacy, male demeanor is reverent, humble and obedient. Any seeming lapse in humility is punished. Mistress Owners are individualistic. Each perfects methods for assuring male compliance to the required proprieties. The Mistress Owner
you didn’t fluff the pillows properly when you made the bed. And now, your Owner sits on you…pondering whether to keep you, sell you or kill you. All you can do is pray.
I spared a couple of them…just for the delicious irony of it. Now…they cower and crawl to lick My shoes when I enter the room. It’s almost as if they know…
The perfect ‘weapon’ of the future you ask? It’s not mounted on a tank, nor bolted to a jet. It takes no prisoners…and it celebrates every 'kill’ with gleeful enthusiasm. And 'She’ and the millions like Her, will
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
Finding uses for the otherwise useless ‘things’ around My home. Like a nice place to park My drink or settle My leather clad ass upon.
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
Coach Ballbreaker was brought in to turn the program around. All but thirteen had quit after the two hours of wind sprints under the blazing sun. They would endure endless hours of that and more in the weeks to come. But…they would finally win!
Don’t delude yourself . We don’t dress to please you or turn you on. When I slither into tight leather, slide My feet down into a nice pair of Louboutin spikes, and stand in the mirror, I do it for ME! I’m like the ancient warrior
“Round up the usual suspects! I think I’ll celebrate My birthday with a nice public flogging and hanging. It’s good to be the Queen!”
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
To the talented and decadent genius who designed these beautiful boots with such lethally sharp toes and heels…I say Bravo! My husband on the other hand…well…he’s not saying ANYTHING! (he’s far too busy trying to find
Superman had his cape. Batman had his tricked out car. Thor had his hammer. Well I have something too! And when I step into them…woe be to anyone or anything that gets in My way!
(via Gynarchic Retribution Centers) Oh MY! Talk about My dream job! Imaginee waking up each work day and looking forward to beating and torturing males senseless. And with such few restrictions! Hey, let’s face it…I would HAVE to keep
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
(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
“Whose turn to go first?” “"FIRST??? Haha…look at him! Old,weak. he’ll never make it to a second turn!” “Coin flip then?” “Nooooo…You go ahead. I almost enjoy watching you break
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.
When you’re dealing with stupid animals, no mistake or misdeed can go unpunished. This creature failed to apply edge dressing to cover a small scuff on My shoe. For this, it will be beaten relentlessly for sixty minutes. Sixty minutes that will
Crawl faster maggot! I want to introduce you to your new ‘forever home’.
At the winter residence. Soon the copter will land and whisk Me off to slaughter a herd of reindeer. Just to get Me in the holiday mood! Hahahahahahaha….
Instant death sentence. To be carried out immediately. It’s the only way to thin the herd.
(via Female Supremacy: Men Exist Only to Serve Women) They’re also useful as trash receptacles and ashtrays. if they become clogged, they’re simply replaced like any other garbage disposal.
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
I just adore leather. The look, the smell, the texture. The way it hugs My body and makes love to My feet and toes. I love that it doesn’t grow on a tree or get made in a lab. I love that it comes from a beast. For Me…the youngest. Their
“Just kneel there. Be very still. I want to memorize you…in this moment. Beautiful. Well…in your own way. Not a mark on you. Sigh…soon, it will resemble a crime scene here. Always does. The pulse quickens. I hear that first
I know I don’t look like your typical farm girl. But I do soooo look forward to slaughter days. I have My own special methods. Sigh…terribly inefficient. But immensely entertaining. Good things can’t be rushed. Don’t you
A chaotic and unruly world. It would be an orderly and well mannered one under the powerful heels of Female Dominion. It’s there for the taking Ladies. The power to seduce, entrap, enslave and rule! Feel it wash over you every time you slither
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!
Everyone else has left the building. The new Boss summons you to Her office. She tells you to kneel…and explain in sixty seconds why you shouldn’t be fired. Do you launch into a stammering, desperate and incoherent list of reasons. Feeble
you’re a rich little boy. Aren’t you! Raised just so. Taught all the proper manners. Always deport yourself appropriately. I bet your mother even had one of those proper debutantes all picked out for you to marry someday. Carry on all the
Don’t they all look so nice? My household staff of well over one hundred. All standing at attention…straight as little arrows. Heads bowed reverently…not a noise to be heard. I could just sit here and stare for hours. Waiting for
