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onthekneesnow: Cruelty You can be even more cruel than you already are. If you say to him, in a calmed but self-confident tone, that his little penis is useless, that he fucks like a girl, hat you need a big man, with a big cock, who will know how to
WHAT IS IT? you pathetic worm!!Oooooohh…what do you have there? Ahhhhhh….you’ve brought Me another sacrifice!I won’t ask where you got it. Just chain it to the floor….and LEAVE!you can return in a couple of hours to clean
Whether they’re trapped and skinned to fashion into something warm and beautiful, or simply drug around and abused in public for My amusement, all the lower forms of life eventually find their place of service to Me.
I ride it to exhaustion, then snap it’s head back, and exercise the finer, more subtle ‘points’ of My dominance over the lower creatures. It’s not size, but 'attitude’ that wins the day.
Hmmmmmm, well it appears all your chores have been completed. And…you were here in the proper position when I entered. But…. I still think I’m going to chain you to the tree outside. The one right there out the picture window.
When I’ve spent all afternoon getting Myself perfect, and I’m in My newest dress and fur, I can’t break a sweat. Not before attending the soirée at My friend’s villa. So I just have a slave brought before Me and I sit back, relax,
“Bring My punishment Spurs! And the thorn whip. Saddle up the pony in stall 12.” Annoyed… “YES, I know it’s leg is still fractured. I want to test its mettle. Full gallop it up and down the sheer rock formation at the
How odd that you’re trembling from the cold. I’m as warm and comfortable as can be. Oh well, not My concern.
Any Lady can torture a lowly male. It’s Her privilege and even responsibility. It’s the attention to detail…detail that amplifies the pain and suffering to its absolute maximum…that is the mark of the true Sadistic Goddess!
If these things had fur, maybe their lot in life would be simpler. Certainly their suffering would be shorter. But…as there only benefit to Me is to suffer and entertain, the agony will be ruthless and never ending.
It’s only proper every morning, when I slide into My thousand dollar Jimmy Choo’s, that My first steps should be across the skin of a conquered beast.
Well yes My pet. You have every right to cry. If I simply allowed you to kiss it and lick it, you might survive this night. But that simply is not in the cards. I’m going to tie you down, strap your ankles into the spreader bar and bear down
phone rings at the Estate… “Yes madam…?” “Williams…I’m in Chelsea shopping. I may stay in the City and dine with friends. you will apprise the staff that I may not be back for dinner.” “Yes
Men are jackasses. When I run out of men to abuse, I still mange to stay in practice. It translates over perfectly!
The new crop is going to get quite a workout today.
A newly acquired one, fresh from the slave markets. Just look at it! Smooth, virginal. Not a mark on it. No fractures. It’s probably never even been violated. That almost angers Me were it not for the fact I LOVE being the One who introduces
you think you have something to cry about now? Wait til I really bear down and start pulling! Gawd I LOVE hearing you scream!
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
My salute to the poor, the starving, the beggars who litter My path. you’re not MY f-cking problem.
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.
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!
Sorry PETA. We all took a vote. And WE just don’t give a fuck!
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
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
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
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
“Yes Maria, send the people collecting for the annual Holiday Coat Drive up to My bedroom. I want to tell them in person I’ve decided I don’t have anything to give them. The look in their faces is just priceless.”
Everything has its place. We certainly know Ours! And now, you know your’s. Down with the animals and the insects!
Another gift! It’s his version of wearing a little cardboard ‘Kick Me’ sign around his neck. Not like I pull back the tissue and not KNOW what it is he’s angling for. And being a giver like I am… I give him exactly
Some athletes stare in the mirror as they armor up for the contest. They might pace back and forth in the locker room. Me, I just glance back over My shoulder and take a nice long look down those gleaming leather boots. Trace My fingers around those
All that’s missing… Something beneath them, putting up the good fight.
Things are so much more peaceful and orderly here in My village since WE took over rule and instituted the New Order. I’m free to roam casually down the streets and paths. Every male instinctively falls prostrate, nose to the ground, at the mere
Sigh…I’m bored. Bring Me My bow, a quiver of arrows and fetch one of the servant’s children. I need to hone My skills!
I’m going to do My damnedest to make the tops match the soles. I DO love a challenge! So are you finished tying the little fuck down or what????
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
Hahahahaha… Hurry up little brother! Just a little further. Does the gravel hurt your bony little knees? Awwwwww….. MOVE IT you little shit!! I want all those packages brought into My dressing suite and My newest haul of luxury goods
Communing with nature. The thrill of the hunt. What is My fancy today you ask? Anything dumb enough to share the mile or so surrounding Me.
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
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
“Oh hon…thats not the best part! They actually get up six days a week and go to ….ready?. WORK! "OMG! You mean like…at a factory or something? ” “Yes! And they make barely enough to stay alive!”
THIS was SUPPOSED to be a celebration. Our third anniversary. Lunch in the city. Fur shopping. A three hour massage. And the highlight…a return to the estate for an evening of decadent torture. I had one of the dark skinned ones hanging there
No matter how ugly, dirty, smelly, stupid and seemingly worthless some of them are… There is still a use for them. And I’m going to prove that. Right NOW!
My neighbor Dimitri is hosting a shooting party and canned hunt this evening. The tent is erected, the champagne chilled and the guns leaned and loaded. And I am dressed appropriately for a lovely evening of drinking, laughter and decadent carnage.
Watching the servants below. Toiling away. Wondering…which unlucky one I’ll pluck from the ranks. Amd…what I’ll do to them! It can be so taxing.
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
I woke up this morning feeling meaner than usual. No real reason. Maybe a dream I had? Who knows? But…slave will know. Without a word from My lips he’ll know. he’ll see Me. I always put on the makeup extra heavy and severe. I always
This one is willful. Pulled up on Me at two obstacles yesterday. Even under the heavy whip…it balked. Today will be different. I’ll bring My ‘A Game’. And…the boots to go with it!
Darling…be a dear and fetch the Di Marni’s with the pointed steel toes. Purple box. Top shelf on the left. They’re My ‘go to’s’ when I don’t have much time. And We do need to be at The Ball in forty minutes.
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
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
The dawn of a new day. Sigh… Who among the many who serve Me shall I single out for the finest in abuse? Who’s life shall I ruin and fashion into a living hell? Eeeny meanie miney mo…
When you’re feeling that urge…the urge to once again harvest a new crop of misery, suffering and death…adorn Yourself in the finest skins of the slaughtered. Unleash all hell. Stack the bodies high. Then perch yourself atop them. Makes
Sumptuous leather and the softest fur…they belong together. If it doesn’t bleed, suffer and die…it doesn’t get the privilege of touching My body.And the more prolonged and agonizing that death and suffering…and the more
Wear it. Lounge on it. Walk on it…and sink those heels into it. Embrace Your dominion. It’s there for the taking. So take and take and take…until there’s nothing left to take.
Damn! The Martians aren’t cooperating. Well then…just make the hole bigger. And deeper. A lot deeper.
Some mornings, a brisk ride out into the countryside becomes something much more. Maybe its the feel of the leather trousers gripping and hugging against My legs as I rhythmically press against the saddle? Or the feel of My spiked heels straddling the
Celebrate Your dominity.And Ladies…when You stand atop the food chain…wear Your sharpest stilettos. Dig and twist. Listen for the cries. Everything will feel even softer. Promise!
No…I didn’t marry your father out of love. Nor to claim his wealth. My own riches eclipse his ten times over.No My little pets. I married him to get at YOU! His twin little ‘prizes’. So small, so young, so beautiful in your own
