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A collection of snippets of Me doing what I love the most. Torturing and abusing the lowly male creatures out there who soooooo need it!
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
Ab crunches…MY way!
And She shall have dominion over the lower creatures of the earth.
My version of forced sterilization. For the public good of course!
Objectify them, walk all over them, then hike your skirt and piss on ‘em. End of lesson!
Like the caption says! And I DID. This bloke boasted that most Mistresses he visited got tired and bored trampling him, because they couldn’t even get a reaction. I Had a new pair of shoes to break in after all. And I had NO problem getting a
Where the hell is that useless piece of shit that is supposed to be laying here for Me to wipe My heels on? Now I’m going to get dust on the floormats. I’ll break every bone in his miserable, useless body when I find him.
Snap, crunch, pop! Not to worry. The boots are latex. They’ll wipe clean in a jiffy.
I just love it when they struggle to breathe. But that just lets the water in, stinging their sinuses…choking them. Such a sensual and empowering feeling…that plaintive little pushing up against the bottom of My boot. Ha Ha! Like that&rs
There is no torture or pain We can inflict on you lesser creatures that you don’t deserve tenfold. As a matter of fact….make your worst grimmace. Scream like a banshee. See if it makes Us feel the least bit bad. Truth is…WE enjoy that!
So what if God didn’t give you dimples. Your Goddess will !
Taking a little break from what I love most. Putting males in their place…marking up My property!
Out on the town, dressed to thrill, dressed to kill. I need to feel something squirm, gasp and give it up beneath these heels tonight. Could be a bug. Could be a rodent. Could be a bum in the gutter who makes that fatal mistake of mouthing off
Teaching the ‘DOWN’ always works more effectively when a little pressure is brought to bear. If they try to get up, I just step up and walk up and down them like the rug they are.This is where they belong…where YOU belong.Correct??
A place for every ‘thing’ and every 'thing’ in its place
“Prove to Me that you serve SOME useful purpose pig! Otherwise I’ll just stand on your throat til the band finishes this set and move on to the next candidate”.
No good deed goes unpunished. One of My slaves gives Me roses…I give them right back!
A male’s proper place. Pinned like an insect beneath the cruel spiked heels of it’s merciless Owner. The ONE thing you can do better than a cockroach is cry, whimper, groan. So when She digs, twists, drags and rocks back on those beautiful spikes,
Step aerobics…Divinyl style.
Some pics of Me abusing My slave. I had a brand new pair of Italian heels and they so needed to be broken in properly.Four part vids available at My storehttp://clips4sale.com/34682
Proper protocol…so very important. The beautiful boots that are about to walk all over you and rip you to shreds must be worshipped reverently both before the beating, as a show of respect and resignation to your fate…and afterward…a
…and you know damn well what it is! Soooo, tell Me slave. Which…shall I use on you to make My dream come true?
Hey, I do Throw Back Thursday’s on Facebook. So why not do some here too? Hmmm… I think this is from around 2008. Before (L) and after ® a very brutal high heeled trampling session. And I don’t look any worse for the wear do
Thumbs up? Or…thumbs down?
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.
Has to be a helpless feeling. All that weight focused on one little sole and heel tip…pinning you down to the floor. Then…you see that other foot poised above your face. And the look on the face of your Tormentress. Will I lower it slowly, and simply
The pit in your stomach… When your wife tells you she’s invited a friend to join Her for your Friday night beating. A friend whose never trampled before, but is DYING to try!
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
So does it make Me a bad person if…after I snug on a nice tight pair of shorts and wiggle down into a sexy pair of ‘kicks’ like these… that…I want to put those perfectly beautiful and functional 'features’ to their
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?
And believe Me, I DID! I had never kicked, stomped and trampled a slave as hard and long as I did that day years ago. I found My greatest passion. Completely breaking down a male at the ends of My toes and beneath My spiked heels. Intoxicating. Addic
Me,showing the many uses I make of a slave. Carpet, seat and shoe shiner.
A Lady never walks around unprepared. She never knows what ‘delights’ the pavement may serve up this day. Success…is preparation…meeting opportunity!
Poor little brother… Another long trip to the lake house for dear Mum and Dad. So sad! Hell for you…delightful fun for Me! My school chum Madeline is anxious to meet you. I told Her to wear Her sharpest heels. As you can see, We&rsquo
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
How long can he stand this!..you ask? Silly question. As long as I feel like standing here! I decide when the beast has had enough. For the moment, it’s where it belongs. If it pops…it pops! Drag in another one!
After a lovely breakfast and foot massage, it’s time to knock out My step aerobics workout. (My personal trainer just lays there while I do all the work!)
Wanna play? It’s like the old shell game! You…have to guess which pump today’s ‘victim’ is under! Hahahahahahahahahahaha… Easiest game in the world! Best two out of three? I love playing this!
Confession time… I LOVE it when the shoes come out…and they get that look on their face. How they start backing away…into a corner. A really really bad move btw. And then the trembling. And the whimpering. Ohhhhhhhhh I can’
Know how some things just are made to be together? Like milk and cookies? Burgers and fries? Winter and a warm fire? Well, I feel that way about a nice big set of vulnerable balls! They just BELONG at the end of these sharp toes and beneath these
Even in stilettos, I can outrun the little ones!
Anyone have a problem with this philosophy? I didn’t think so.
Odd choice of outfit for a casual stroll in the country? Well…that’s because you think small! I believe in being prepared. One never knows the bounty the road Might offer up to Me on any given day. I NEVER miss an opportunity to bring
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
I would love to be crushed by those pointed-toe stiletto heels to punish me.
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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
I’m afraid I could never be a ‘vegan’. I love the softness, the primal aroma. The feel of soft kid linings caressing My feet. The glossy red reminds Me of the blood spilled in their making. A carrot just lays there. When I stab in
What’s that old saying? Build a better mousetrap… And the world will beat a path to your door? Well….
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.
Everything’s so much more delicious when stomped with passion and in style. Wine…and…. Let your imagination take flight!
Just four more steps to go. And…My foot had better not touch that pavement. See how fast you can move slave. A face, a chest, and back…at least!
Look at this stupid animal. Trying so hard to please Me. To win My approval. I told him that IF he did a VERY good job of worshipping My heels…that I wouldn’t use them on him. laughing…all this kissing, moaning and licking only
you think that’s painful? you haven’t felt anything Yet! I’m not wearing rubber tires!!
Nothing stirs My sadism and stimulates Me like the feel of a squirming, sobbing and suffering body beneath My heels. The visual as I look down and see it pinned there helplessly. The feel of beautiful and deadly stilettos sinking into flesh, wobbling
Terribly expensive! I suppose the technology is so advanced they will remain so. But cheaper by the gross and inevitably a few will die in shipment. Unlike full grown slaves, they require little fuss or upkeep. A dozen or more can share close quarters
I have an insatiable appetite for destruction. And I haven’t ‘eaten’ in days. Don’t say you weren’t warned!
I’m saving a place for you. And you know where that is…don’t you? Exactly! Hahahahahahahahaha…
Yep! That’s him Kendall. My carpet slave. he likes it really hard! With heels. And the little shit is tiny! Three inches shorter than me! When he sees you, he’s gonna shit a brick! Give him all you got! No safeword!
