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archivallolo83: Je n’ai pas terminé et tu vas t’excuser autant de fois que je l’exige ! This is absolutely gorgeous. A monument to Female Superiority and cruelty.
“Inferior in every way, and therefore, fully deserving of whatever cruelty We choose to dispense upon it today. Soooo, what say you dear? Shall We give these new shoes a proper breaking in?
“I know, I know baby. You want your revenge, but patience. Believe Me, My way is soooo much better. Fix a drink, ease back in the chair and watch Me do My thing. Believe Me, after a couple of hours with Me, he’ll be begging you to shoot
captioned-femdom-e-motions: start counting It’s commonly said that anything gets old after a while. But it would take a LONG WHILE for this to get old! My arm would give out first.
bitch-daddy: Make him give it up anywhere, anytime. Put on your slinkiest lingerie and spikiest heels. Walk all over him like the piece of meat he is and then mercilessly dry fuck what’s left. Leave him sobbing.
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,
No Benji…I have no idea what happened to your litter mates. Stop whining….and LICK!
“Oh stop crying for goodness sake! you never could play the piano and you’re far too stupid to be a brain surgeon. So what if I break every bone in them! I’m having fun and thats ALL that matters!
I’ve always loved crushing bugs…ever since I was a little tot. Some things just never get old!
“Don’t resist! I’ll only have to hurt you more. Hmmmm, on second thought…resist away!”
(via Male Slaves as Human Furniture) I love objectification of males like this. And the added elements of pain, discomfort and fatigue are such a beautiful cocktail of cruel use and Domination
A portion of the East Wall of My shoe closet. Is it wrong that I have over a thousand pair, averaging 轜 each, while My servants have but one with holes worn throughout the tops and soles? …No, I didn’t think so either! Hahahahahahaha!
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. Almost time…
Ohhhhh, how sweet! My little man sent Me a dozen beautiful roses. Must have romance on his mind. But, as you can see, I have OTHER things on MY mind!
“Oh…the coat? They were all male as well. you’re all ‘toast’ as far as I’m concerned”
Clothes say a lot about a person. So what’s your take on this Lady? What are Her clothes saying to YOU?
“Comfy My pet? I’m going out for a night of fun and I want to be sure you’ll be relaxed and comfortable in My absence.” HaaaaaHaaaaaaHaaaaaaaaaaa!
(via Public Punishment: Bed of Rocks)
There is no place for a battle of wills with a beast, be it two,or four legged. A skilled whip hand, proper boots and Spurs will,have it knowing its place in short order!
When I’m finished enjoying My champagne, I’ll THINK about untying that. But then again, I may just add a second one…and larger! I soooo love abusing My toys.
See what you’re missing slave! I’ll bet you had no idea…given your limited perspective. No wonder you can’t sit for weeks when I’ve finished with you!
Good boy! Now, go fetch My spurs. The new ones. I’m anxious to break them in!
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
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
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
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
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!
(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
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
“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.
My mount is ready? Excellent! FINALLY! you kneel here. Right here…until I return. you can lick the blood off My spurs.
“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
“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
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
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
“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
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?”
Oooooh, so many! I don’t know where to start! Hahahahahahaha…
The mind of the cruelly inventive Female Sadist. Every tie thought out. Every bind designed to produce incomprehensible agony. Every breath tortured and labored. Lights out! Two hours to twist in the wind…to think…about the searing
Ahhhh, new shoes. So lovely and virginal. So many adventures await. Soon that perfect sole will be scarred and pockmarked…and full of a thousand tales. It will have power, character. The sole, will have a soul! And a very dark one at that!
“What’s the matter little brother? Not happy to see Me? Awww, what a bummer for you! Big sister is home from college and Mum is away on holiday in Milan. Sooooo, I have you all to Myself! College has been fun, but I REALLy have missed
Word of advice… NEVER! Ever tell ME you have a horse that can’t be broken! So sorry for your loss.
What?? Did you think…they just…shed…these?? Like an elk sheds it’s antlers? Like a snake sheds it’s skin? Oh mais non! There’s real sacrifice here deary. Vanity rules! It’s a hard, cruel world. Full of
The anniversary of O/our first date. A huge package arrives at My door! Oooooh, way to big for diamonds Ooooh oooh! The Russian Lynx coat I’ve been dying for? Noooooo! I get this fucking bear from some lame ass Bear of The Month Club! So
One of My favorite winter pastimes. Taking the Bentley down under London Bridge and watching the starving bums slowly freeze to death! Makes Me smile! Makes Me happy!
I’m making 2017 the ‘Year Of Me’. Again!!! Hahahaha… So to get things off to a fitting start, I halved the servants wages and I’m downsizing their quarters to make room for more closet space for My shoes and furs! Oh
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
Everything’s so much more delicious when stomped with passion and in style. Wine…and…. Let your imagination take flight!
The teacher’s pet is running detention now. She has a real ‘take no prisoners’ attitude.
Know a male or two you would like to spear like an Olive? I certainly do!
Stop crying! Put the damn collar on and then bend over the rail. I want to fuck you for a while before O/our walk. And no lube today! you Have ten seconds to get Me as juicy as you can and then I’m driving in. Then a ghost pepper goes up your raw
Oh my god darling! Keep punching her. Thats so hot! her face is disappearing! Hahahahaha…. Now…wait wait wait!! Make her crawl over here to Me. I want to stand on Her throat and feel her panic and die beneath My sole!
Countess Demereaux enjoyed a longstanding tradition at Her estate. Every Christmas She would have Her vast staff of servants and their children assemble around the elaborately decorated tree. One by one, each servant nervously sent their child forward.
