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Of course I’m not going to let him out.I just wanted to see how far he’d go to see me naked in the tub.
Of course I’m going to make him eat his own cum, baby!
Of course I know that men don’t eat cum, and that’s why I want you to lick my cum covered pussy clean, to remind you that you have never fucked me like a real man would, and that you haven’t been man enough to stop your boss for fucking your wife
Of course honey, I prefer your tongue to a shower…He fucked me twice today. There’s a lot of cum waiting for your hungry tongue.
Of course I know that you aren’t a leftie, but you are going to attend my candidate’s fundraising dinner anyway. Unless you want your conservative friends to know that you not only crawl to kiss my feet whenever I tell you, but also that your
Of course I know that my dress is telling other men that you aren’t giving me enough cock!
Honey, they are soooo dominant… When I told them that you are reluctant to going down on me; they said that you’ll have to, and in front of them both … unless you want them to take turns at spanking you.
Of course I want your hubby to accompany us to the party. Nothing is going to humble him more than having to talk with his friends as all the guests see that he is submissively allowing his cuckolding.
Some couples have ‘date nights’ on Friday evenings. But you My cowering little shit have something else to look forward to. Thats right, your weekly beating.I look forward to this all week long. NOTHING will ever get in the way of it. I’ve grown
The only ‘accessory’ missing here is a leashed male, nose to the pavement, crawling two steps behind, at the ready with a wallet full of high/no limit credit cards ready at the snap of My finger. Then I’ll be ready to do some SERIOUS
Ironic how such a powerful body becomes powerless and compliant under the sadistic mind and heel of the Superior Female.
Did I really look THAT helpless to you??? Maybe get some glasses, and pick a softer target! This isn’t going to let up til My boots are soaked with what’s left of you! You chose wrong, dirtbag!
“I tried staying out of the mess and just leave the settlement up to the lawyers to sort out. But I was losing ground. My worm of a ‘husband’ apparently found a spine and was scoring points. This was wreaking havoc with My goal of drain
“Alright Margot. it’s not going anywhere now! So do your thing. Break every f-Ing rib. Both sides. Then we’ll take a nice walk around on the quivering pile of what’s left.”
That moment, that look on Her face, that tells you She realizes your project report is pure trash. That sick feeling in the pit of your stomach grows, as you realize the coming weeks will be filled with late hours, behind closed doors, being ‘train
I stepped in dog shit n the way in slave. I knew I hadn’t fed you since last weekend. Wasn’t that considerate of Me slave???
“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!”
When I leave the estate for some shopping fun, I like to keep My husband in the loop on My whereabouts. A bit of a challenge as I always leave him hanging from his wrists, arms bound behind his back over the blood drain in the dungeon floor. It’s
captioned-femdom-e-motions: have to Believe Me dear…ripping it off when I’m done with you is the LEAST of your worries.
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
Welcome to the rest of your life slave.
A true Lady knows how to make good use of otherwise useless things
The sad, but necessary moment when You have to beat him with the thorns of the bouquet he just presented You…because the fool forgot to prostrate himself and crawl to lick Your shoes on entering the room. Compliance must be beaten into them. NO
Take note of all that is right and proper in the New Order. The slave is naked. The Mistress fashionably attired. The slave is exhausted and dirty from his task. The slave’s knees are unprotected from the rocks and rough terrain. The Mistress&
No use beating round the bush girls. First date? Waste no time in making it VERY clear your view of a proper relationship. This will save you hours upon hours of remedial training and attitude adjustment in the future.
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
My new stepfather was resistant at first when Mother and I laid down the law, informing him of his new position in Our Female led household. Funny how all that sass, ego and boorishness just seem to fade away at the end of a pointed toe or beneath sharp
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
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
I’m a modern day Pied Piper! Only My ‘flute’ is the intoxicating and hypnotizing click of My boot heels on the pavement. Sooooo many little ‘rats’ will fall into step behind Me, powerless to resist the Syren song of My boot heels. And
STOP!!!!! I know you spend your time here on tumblr rifling through photos faster than a chimp on crack with his hand on his tallywhacker. BUT…indulge Me, as a follower of Mine and take a chair and BREATHE! I wish to explain to you the ‘wh
Dammit! There’s a bug on the surface of the pool! Bring the pool boy to Me NOW! Tie him down here on the pool deck. I’m going to show him what happens to bugs!
The new office boy! In addition to waiting on My every need, running errands til he drops and withering under the torrent of verbal abuse I rain down on him, he must also serve as My toilet throughout the day. Of course, he fails in this task and will
In the New Order, all males are naked and vulnerable. It’s not unusual to see a Lady dragging him along a busy street at the end of Her leash. he kneels quietly by Her side, awaiting any order…ready to offer himself for service to or abuse
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
(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
Come on darling! Time to stop. There’s nothing left of him anyway. You keep on, you’re just going to ruin a perfectly lovely pair of boots. Time to ride home now. We can cuddle on the furs. I’ll lick away at you and you can tell
Click? Or BANG? Click! Congratulations! you’ve earned three more minutes to TRY to fumble your way through bringing Me to orgasm. That’s four clicks down though. you’re REALLY running out of time!
Passion can never be understated. As graded by pressure, length of stroke, wetness and of course appreciative moaning. Any one thing found lacking,,or heaven forbid a slowing down or any sign of fatigue…will earn a thirty minute heel stand on
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
finsubinprogress: It’s Friday. THE Friday. It’s finally happening. I leave work early. Take the train from Wall Street to Bushwick. My suit is completely out of place with the rest of the train. I get off, walk another 10 minutes to a walkup apartment
dumbdomme: There is nothing more beautiful than a man unburdened, relieved of his strength, rendered helpless… bent and bound according to my wishes. Text & image adaptation by Dumb Domme, Original image by Kris Krug Licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0
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Do I look angry? Annoyed? I was called from the school and informed My ‘son’ was a finalist for the 'Outstanding Student Award’ to be presented this morning. Was I proud? Excited? Hardly! The little 'accident of birth’ is
Me Tarzan…you Jane. Blah blah blah! I get it! So what? So let ME explain…King of the Apes… you wear the loincloth. I wear the heels! That means you better be on your knees…chin on the floor…in three seconds!
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.
Look! Their skins fit ME better than they did the lambs they came from! And none of that dirty, unkempt wool! Just sleek, shiny and buttery soft. Making beauty from the beasts! So ‘right’.
Watching My goons ‘soften up’ tonight’s 'entree’. Feeling My pulse quicken. The excitement building. Knowing MY turn at bat is coming. A snap of My finger…and they step back. The real show is about to begin.
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
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
So much fun! The physicality. The brute force. The smack of the impact. Watching them crumble…fall…writhe in pain. But the absolute best part? Commanding them to get back up…to spread em…and watching them do it! Over and
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!
My older sister…waiting…for me to get out of detention. I didn’t even do anything wrong. Other kids broke the window, but I got the blame. It won’t matter to Her. Just another excuse to beat me to a pulp, kick and stomp me til
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
Meanderings of a (Former) Virgin Whore
denied-and-dripping: Every month, whoever has done the most edges gets to dominate the person who’s done the least. on top of that, the winner of our little competition gets to cum. Everyone else–all the girls who fell in the middle–get to stand
Don’t see dominant sissies very often, but I dig it. Dare I say, I can relate.
