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johncano: sloffsados: smsados@yahoo.com : Who will do this to me ? Waar zijn de Meesteressen in België ? Where are the Mistresses in Belgium? slave wishes that were it EVERY waking moment of a lowly male’s life should be spent in absolute
Some couples have ‘date nights’ on Friday evenings. But you My cowering little shit have something else to look forward to. Thats right, your weekly beating.I look forward to this all week long. NOTHING will ever get in the way of it. I’ve grown
Kick them til they collapse to the ground.Then pin them under Your heel and beat them. Its the natural order. Any questions??
“I tried staying out of the mess and just leave the settlement up to the lawyers to sort out. But I was losing ground. My worm of a ‘husband’ apparently found a spine and was scoring points. This was wreaking havoc with My goal of drain
“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”.
Shit! Spun out in the last turn and lost the race. What a day from hell! Good thing I have YOU, miserable little bootlicking piece of shit! Hurry up! Get the truck and load up My bike. I can’t wait to get home, hang you up and beat you like a
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.
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!
“Hmmmm, I just don’t feel like changing tonight. I’ll just go kick the bad guys teeth in wearing what I have on.”
goddessheathen: Crave to worship a Goddess? Warm up is over. Time to slit this pig open and watch it bleed.
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,
“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!
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
“Oh…the coat? They were all male as well. you’re all ‘toast’ as far as I’m concerned”
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.
mistress-scarlet-captions: spk72: LOVE hand trampling. Kiss her shoes as she steps on your hand and fingers, she obviously deserves it. https://msscarletuk.wordpress.com/ Why fight it? you’re here for one thing. Our entertainment. And
(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’.
Alright little brother… ON YOUR KNEES! It’s time for My kickboxing practice. And stop crying! It’s not like you have a choice.
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
(via Slave Men Are Egonomic) Mmmmmmmmmm…Just look at that supremely agonizing position She has him in. Every joint and tendon on fire, searing with pain and discomfort. The way the torso is constricted from Her magnificent weight makes every
“your parents are quite concerned about you william. your family has a long and distinguished succession of scholars. your inability to even advance, much less excel is becoming an embarrassment to them. And so, at their wits end, they’ve
Hard to believe these creatures once ruled. I mean…it’s obvious where they belong! Could anything look more perfect?
More lovely shots of a ‘cow’s worst enemy’! Is there really such a thing as too much leather? Absolutely not!
A view you will become very acquainted with My pet! As its your jog to assure that not one speck of dust, dirt or the slightest smudge ever disgraces these boots. The consequences of failure? Let’s just say they will definitely require another
Any of you still out there scurrying around…running free? Well count the minutes. Because I’m rich, I’m spoiled, I’m entitled and I get what I want. And I want YOU against MY skin and filling My wardrobes!
Left in charge of little brother again. I’m teaching it some new tricks. I love how degrading this is for him. And how wonderfully pleasurable and empowering it is for Me! The little shit was of course hesitant to comply at first. But that’s
Special ‘activities’ have special needs. Caning…for instance. My caning sessions go on for hours. With a break now and then to fix a drink, nibble on a bite, photograph My developing masterpiece. But even at an easy pace replete
I’m working on My thesis. “The Care And Feeding of The male”. Suggestions? Input?
“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
Anyone have a problem with this philosophy? I didn’t think so.
Would you have the nerve…to approach Me? Or would you just hide, feeling your pathetic little cock drool into your boxers? you WOULD approach??? Really? What would you say to Me? What pathetic line would you toss at Me to try to curry favor?
Passion can never be understated. As graded by pressure, length of stroke, wetness and of course appreciative moaning. Any one thing found lacking,,or heaven forbid a slowing down or any sign of fatigue…will earn a thirty minute heel stand on
“Mother! That shit of a little brother just told Me I can’t beat him until his ribs heal from last time! Said you told him that…?” “Oh darling I told him no such thing! he’s such a compulsive liar. you need to
“Sorry, but this is the end little man. I did the wipe test. And your friend? Well he didn’t do his job. So now…in you go. make your Goddess proud. AND clean! (Credits to nothingmore3dx for the wonderful imagery)
cherishmyslave: Moving the kinky sub to your TPE slave Read the body language of this slave. The lowered head. The impending sense of dread. he knew what his Owner would be demanding this day. In spite of his extreme devotion and obedience, he is
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
Put them down on all fours, and it becomes even more obvious. They’re simply animals. And I’m notoriously hard on My animals.
Proper ‘power dressing’ for the workplace. Classy, elegant. Most important… I’m ALWAYS taken seriously and I ALWAYS get exactly what I want!
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!
Time to feed the slave in the pit. So can it survive on slave cum alone? Well…only one way to find do out! Hahahahahahahahaha…
Don’t be ridiculous. Of course you’re going to be hurt. You’re going to be damaged. Pardon My French, but I’m going to ‘fuck you up’ really Bad! Just pray you survive it.
House Rule #377 When the door shuts, and My heels hit the tile… IF…I do not feel…within five seconds…a set of lips against My instep… I start breaking things. And I don’t mean the china.
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
I just adore the way he can’t keep his hand from shaking. Likely he remembers the last time. It’s amazing how easy it is to totally destroy a hand by driving My spiked heel down onto it thirty or forty times. But I DID warn him not to
I shoot anything that moves. But not to kill. you know Me better than that! I just wanna slow them down! Hahahahahahaha….
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
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
“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
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
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.
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 sentence has been handed down. No appeal. But… We will let you lick which one of Us is the Executioner. Soooo…pick one! (C'mon! Gotta be 4 o'clock! Why are you even pretending to think so hard?)
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
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.
“Toes are nice and pointy. Good, sturdy, hard as a rock. These will be perfect. I love them. Wrap them up”(And I know little brother will love them too! Hahahahahahahahahaha…)
“Dearest Mother,Just a quick note from Milan. The latest stop on My ‘study abroad’ fling through Europe. Such a beautiful and fashionable city. (laughing)…They tried to put Me in a tiny dorm room with no air conditioning. Just
