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Good boy! Now, go fetch My spurs. The new ones. I’m anxious to break them in!
See! Even THEY get it. The whip teaches everything!
(via An Artist of Pain & Blood) I am an artist by trade as well and I ascribe to the ‘Living Canvas’ philosophy! It is amazing when in that creative mode I am able to block out the otherwise distracting screams from the 'canvas’.
I adore this part. When I stop whipping them and place My boot in their face. The stupid animals actually think this means it’s all over. Seriously?? I just pause like this to fuck with their feeble brain. The whip will indeed fall again
A word to the wise should be sufficient! Ever hear the old expression “Be careful what you wish for”? Sooooo…when you approach a dedicated Supremacist and consummate Sadist for a ‘session’… And…you’re
See the looks on these little monkeys’ faces? My girlfriend/lover and I just broke the news to them that We’re having another little ‘contest’. A 'hands free’ beatdown. Only legs and heels allowed. The first slave that
That lowly footstool might well be the lucky one this day.
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…
Sigh…. Poor thing. All cold and shivering from your long night chained to the concrete floor down here in the cellar. Weak from days without food. Well, that’s the way I like you. Weakened, frightened, trembling uncontrollably. It just
So sooooo sorry for you dear waif. Not born to wealth and privilege, beautiful and sophisticated like Myself. But fear not. I’m VERY high maintenance. It takes a LOT of your grubby little kind to tend to My estate, My wardrobe and My needs.
Bearing down…waiting for that delightful snap and the plaintive cries that follow. Mmmmmmmmm….sends shivers up My loins. The best part of dislocating shoulders…is popping them back in. Only slowly. Oh so very slowly…as
My salute to the poor, the starving, the beggars who litter My path. you’re not MY f-cking problem.
In days of old, Warriors would prepare for battle. War paint applied Armor placed on them They would ride into battle not knowing if they would prevail…be victorious. I too, apply the war paint. I slither into the skins of the conquered
Certainly I dress to arouse. To entice. Myself included! But today eclipses mere fashion and style. I reached for a very special pair. Engineered to perfection. Lethal. Carefully crafted for pain and destruction. And…I’m on the hunt.
I have many pursuits in My lavish and decadent life that bring Me happiness. Spending lavishly, fine dining, travel to exotic places. Even something so droll as relaxing on the yacht, sipping champagne and reading a book. But I will confess…nothin
“you never dreamt when you sheepishly introduced the idea of having a kinky sex night to Me months ago, that I would take to it like a duck to water! you see My hapless little husband…I was never that shy, insecure and deferential female
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
Today’s posts were so perfect. I love the upper class heartlessness. Why should they care about the lesser creatures? (My response below…) Why indeed? Some might choose simply to ignore their lessers and their servants. To not even acknowledge
“Crawl in here My pathetic little chastity slave. The boy I brought home from the club… a REAL man!…just filled up My ass with his load. Remember when I allowed you to make your ill-fated attempt at that? How your limp, tiny cock just shriveled
(via Excess Male Slaves Sold for Bargain Prices) I could never take a pass on such a bargain. the thought of a world where surplus males, albeit a bit damaged, were available at bargain prices for ‘experimentation’??? Like… How
The damn dog chewed up ANOTHER pair of My thousand dollar Louboutins! Since the dust catcher likes shoes so damned much, I think I’ll have a little training session and introduce him to THESE,
I remember My childhood days…growing up on Daddy’s sprawling cattle ranch. I was a tender hearted little thing. I would name the cows and treat them like pets. Now, Daddy has passed, and the ranch is now Mine. Only now, when I visit, I
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.
Does it make you nervous that I sit here, staring at you while I finish My tea? you know, My Mother once counseled Me… “Don’t fret over things over which you have no control.” Sage advice, that I would like to pass along to you.
slave! Fetch My spurs! The ones with the two inch razor rowels. I want to do a hard ride today. I want to relish My dominion over this stupid beast! I want to feel the ecstasy of it collapsing beneath Me, exhausted, bleeding and bathed in sweat.
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!
At the very lavish Bon Voyage party Daddy threw for Me and two hundred of My friends from graduate school and the riding academy. I’m leaving next week to pursue My doctorate in philosophy in Vienna. “Waiter! Be a dear and wrap this small
This…is going to hurt you sooooo much more than it hurts Me, My pet. But then, that’s why you exist…after all. To calm and quench the sadistic storm that builds and builds inside Me. I’m afraid this one isn’t going to
(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
After a lovely morning ride on a crisp winter day. I’ve ridden this one up and down the steep hill behind the mansion seven times…until it had a nice lather built up. Now I relax and watch it’s misery as the cold winds rail against
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
(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
Do I look like I have a kind or caring bone in My body? The world and all in it belong at My feet and at My whim.
Sorry PETA. We all took a vote. And WE just don’t give a fuck!
“he seems to be slowing down.” “Yes, well we have been riding around town all evening”. “Should We stop and switch pedicabs?” “Heavens no darling! Why should WE be inconvenienced? It’s the third world.
Oh don’t be ridiculous! laughing… This is by NO means My collection. Simply those I’ve selected for THIS week. A new one for each day! Furry little vermin…aren’t you glad there are only fifty two weeks in a year!
Ooooooh some pictures just get Me sooooo wet! Look at this little dish all trussed up so nice. And the perfect position. Balls, ribs, head, face…all tee’d up and just begging for the pointed toes. Presentation is SO important. And this
My mount is ready? Excellent! FINALLY! you kneel here. Right here…until I return. you can lick the blood off My spurs.
polyfetishist: Darkest Femdom erotica including Emma S. SENSUAL SADIST When the Wife comes to the Re-training facility to pick up hubby…“No no no! This absolutely won’t do. he looks like he’s enjoying himself!”“I
“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
“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
Ooops! Shouldn’t have been in My way.
So? What have you brought Me?? Mmmmmmm…. Excellent!
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.
A friend suggested I try ‘vegan leather’. Are you kidding? Where’s the fun in that? These beauties? Well darlings…I strode through the pens Myself. Pointing the sleek black glove of death at the donors I chose. Had them
“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
Sitting and pretending to listen to one of My servants protest My sending their children away to a friend’s estate in Sweden. I could tell they had become a distraction and required far too much of her time…evidenced by the slide in her effic
Once you realize they’re not even human…just some lab rat and nothing more…it really takes the shackles off Our sadistic imagination. They’ll beg for death. And We won’t even give them That!
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?
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
(via Compact, Wheeled Punishment Cage) Genius at work! can you imagine the agony and suffering after just an hour or two? Now imagine a day or two! Denied even the privilege of relieving itself. i love how it must balance its feet on the square
The look…menacing but beautiful. The smell…feral, primal, intoxicating. The sound of leather on leather… Sounds like power. Sounds like privilege. Sounds like cruelty and dispassion. Simply foreplay, playing on the strings of
Three Hundred. THAT is what I want from you tonight. That’s three times your best. Three hundred of My best with the lunge whip. I want screaming so bloodcurdling and loud My ears ache. I want you to twist and convulse until I think the chains
I always make a point of making an ‘example’ when I visit and inspect My fur operation in Russia. This is one of My workers who foolishly decided to extend her ten minute break I so generously allow during a fourteen hour shift. I don&rsqu
“Yes, I know it hurts but I have bad news for you. It’s going to get so much worse after We chain you to the bench. you’ll have to scream loud enough to bring all three of Us to hands free orgasms. Simply from the vibrations in the
Just imagine the agony…being trapped in this position for eight hours.Now imagine the horror of one hundred strokes from the long dressage whip thrown with every bit of strength in My body.All…because you failed to kiss My shoes on exiting
High five-ing Ashley who just dispatched a panhandler with one absolutely fierce kick to the throat. Excellent choice of footwear for taking out these urchins who dare to waste Our time!
My friend said “Wow, you must really like dogs!” I replied, “Oh really? Is that what you think?”
