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Fifty of My best from each. No safeword. No complaining. But screaming and crying are encouraged.
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
When I mention a ‘male perspective’…THIS is what I’m talking about. NOT your fucking opinion!!
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
Waiting to trip you as you go by. Because you know…when you hit the ground…your ass is Mine!
I shoot anything that moves. But not to kill. you know Me better than that! I just wanna slow them down! Hahahahahahaha….
A lady needs something to sit on..or…just rest Her feet on. Nice to know there is SOME purpose to your otherwise useless existence!
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 fighting it males. Just accept it. Embrace it. Its happening. With or without your approval.
Don’t look so confused piglet! You know why I bring you down here. One…its abandoned this time of the morning. Not a soul around. Two…I love the echoes. Every slap on your ugly face…every smack of My boots against your ribs and head…every
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
How I deal with a slave who neglects to empty the garbage. And Do you think he ever repeated this grievous offense?? Of course not. I hate teaching lessons twice. So inefficient!
“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
“I’m going into the city for cocktails and dinner. Keep them all kneeling until I return. It will teach them humility. Oh and prepare the dungeon! I’m sure I’ll pluck out a few to improve My technique on when I return.”
A note to My followers… First…NO, this is not ME! Lol…I wish! As usual in My world, I see a simple photo that anyone else might appreciate for a second or two. But I see so much more. It speaks to Me, inspires Me and soon a story
Crawl to Me My little maggot. I’m ready for My morning detailing. The usual protocol. Kneel behind Me. Hands clasped behind you. Nose to the floor and beg Me for the privilege. Use your words! If I don’t sense the urgency, the required
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
Coming up on Halloween again. MY birthday happens to be the day before. Every year since ten (I’ll be fourteen this year) I’ve dressed as a cat. Mother loves it. Says it fits My personality perfectly. Every year, she gives Me a dozen mice
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
Do I look happy? Of course not! My tea was served too hot and I burned My mouth. Now I’m faced with how many of the scum who pass as My servants will lose their heads over this. And I’m not speaking figuratively! As an example to the
In the future world of Absolute Female Dominion, Ladies of means often escape for a weekend to one of the distant conquered planets to which males have been exiled. They hunt down the defenseless men out in the wasteland, equipped with all the latest
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!
Friends. They say you can never have enough. So true! Because you know…they just come and go!
Hmmmm…look at it. So relaxed and content. As if cleaning My shoes was all I had in store for it! Poor idiot! Looking down and seeing My gorgeous heels framed by the ugly face of an inferior just gets all My power revving and My sadistic juices
Giselle and I visited Our favorite furrier while on holiday in Oslo. They specialize in exotics and endangereds. There’s nothing so invigorating as eyeing one’s self in the mirror…adorned in something obscenely rare and expensive…sinking your
Kneel out here on the walk with all My shopping bags clenched in your mouth. Eyes down. Head bowed. I’m going into Fendi to drop a few thousand on leather goods. Then it’s off to Jimmy Choo. They’ll be heavy. But you won’t fail
Mind control takes many forms. Do you think I have this one’s attention? Finally?
Merrily shopping and being fitted for My dress for the Winter Ball. Well there are three of them actually. When I’m done here, I’ll hop on My private jet and off to Paris for another fitting. Stay a day over and visit several trunk shows
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
End of the year. My accountant reviewed the financials for My three factories in India and Thailand. Funny thing…I spent more on this bag and shoes than I did on medical for all seven hundred plus in My employ! It’s all about learning to
Among the vast staff of servants at the Richilieu Estate, it is well known that the ‘Better’ to most fear is the Daughter. While the Count and Countess have embraced the staff as near family and treat them with kindness and even a modicum
A place for every “thing” and every “thing” in its place I say!
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
Head to toe…in the skins of the slaughtered. If it doesn’t bleed… If it doesn’t cry when it’s killed… I don’t wear it! Cruelty and decadence. Such an intoxicating potion!
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.
No rug as nice as one that cries. And bleeds. Keep one in every room of your house. There is a use for these things you see!
I make beautiful music. But not just on the piano. You should hear the notes I hit when I walk all over a useless male slug. Composing a symphony of pain and suffering.
The new girl in school. Quiet. Keeps to herself. Dresses frumpy. Scorned by the cool crowd. You need a date to the dance. Everyone else has turned you down. You ask. Surprisingly, she accepts. Tells you to pick her up at 8. Says she’ll be waitng
Imagine that this is your existence. your entire reason for being reduced to a footstool. Never to see the outside world. To laugh. To socialize, read? Not a chance. Five minutes a day you’re released to eat. Twice a day, the maid unlocks you
Soooooo… How shall I break you today My pet? The whip? Or the boot? I’ll let you choose.
