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Resistance is futile! I mean really…LOOK AT ME! Do you think you have any choice? Of course not you simpering fool. Be thankful I don’t break you in half like a dry twig. Remove your clothes, kneel, clasp your hands behind your back and
These filthy street urchins swarm My car at every damned intersection. Wanting to clean My windshield. It was just a matter of time before one of them was going to get themselves run over.I’ve aleady missed My 2 o’clock meeting so I thought
Hailing My ‘victim du jour’. I’ll dress like this and wait…not long…until they’re practically wrecking their cab to get to Me. Then I’ll have them drive Me to a remote abandoned warehouse where My goons will
“Alright Margot. it’s not going anywhere now! So do your thing. Break every f-Ing rib. Both sides. Then we’ll take a nice walk around on the quivering pile of what’s left.”
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,
“This is all fine and proper. But it’s not going to change a thing. The pig’s fate is sealed. It will be beaten until it’s a drooling, mindless vegetable. Just because I can!”
captioned-femdom-e-motions: have to Believe Me dear…ripping it off when I’m done with you is the LEAST of your worries.
“I have a very good security system around the compound. Fences, barbed wire, video surveillance. Even so, these fools try to escape now and again. Is it the horniness from their enforced chastity that drives them? Is it the 20 hour days of hard
And so, the trap is set. Won’t be long. Some half drunk boor will come over and try their pitiful lines on Me. I’ll pretend to be charmed. Laugh at their crude attempts at humor. A little something in their drink and I’ll pour them
Winter brings with it many challenges. But with challenges come opportunities! Like…how can I make these slovenly, disgusting things’ pitiful existence any more agonizing? An excellent start…don’t you think?
“Reginald… Divert the Bentley down 73rd. You know, the area beneath the bridge. Where all the bums huddle to try to stay dry and warm. I want to see if My ex is still living down there.” minutes pass… “Mmmmmmmmmmm&hell
The hierarchy. So obvious!
C'mon little brother! I know your knees are broken and bloody…but try to keep up! you need to move beyond the pain and perform your duties…one of which is to crawl behind Me with all of My packages in your little doggy mouth. Hahahahaha
The sad, but necessary moment when You have to beat him with the thorns of the bouquet he just presented You…because the fool forgot to prostrate himself and crawl to lick Your shoes on entering the room. Compliance must be beaten into them. NO
I don’t know what to do to you first. But be assured…before this night is through, I’ll have done them ALL!
WELL! They’re not going to lick themselves clean. ARE THEY??? Down! NOW!
Makes One wonder WHY Women tolerated life in a male dominated society for so long. It’s so obvious Who is Superior. Who holds the power. Who is so much more suited to rule and rule ruthlessly. Look at the pasty, fat, pudgy and hairy slug shackled
Hit and Run?? Oh I don’t think so. Run?… and miss out on this fun. Hell no! Theres no law against running down slaves on the loose in the New World Order. And theres no need to rush things along. I’ll finish him off eventually.
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
(via Muscular Man Labors for Mistress Owner) Once in a while, these ditties from Femdomocracy really strike a chord with Me. This one for instance.
Picking up My daughter from dance class. She turns 14 next week, and the training and indoctrination will kick into high gear. Beginning with a full makeover, wardrobe and then the all important lessons that will transform her from the awkward tomboy
That cold sweat…that parched feeling in your throat… When… The Lady you arranged through the escort service…to give you a total beatdown…with no safeword…arrives to pick you up at the airport. All six feet,
you didn’t fluff the pillows properly when you made the bed. And now, your Owner sits on you…pondering whether to keep you, sell you or kill you. All you can do is pray.
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…
The perfect ‘weapon’ of the future you ask? It’s not mounted on a tank, nor bolted to a jet. It takes no prisoners…and it celebrates every 'kill’ with gleeful enthusiasm. And 'She’ and the millions like Her, will
The culling of the ranks during the annual festival celebrating the New World Order. The entertainment of the moment? This poor miscreant, plucked from the ranks and chased around the square on horseback and under the whip until it collapses from
I don’t wear cotton. I don’t wear synthetics. I don’t wear wool…it scratches My soft golden skin. I only wear leather….or fur. I like to feel skin against My skin. I love the feel, the smell…how it mixes with
Finding uses for the otherwise useless ‘things’ around My home. Like a nice place to park My drink or settle My leather clad ass upon.
Coach Ballbreaker was brought in to turn the program around. All but thirteen had quit after the two hours of wind sprints under the blazing sun. They would endure endless hours of that and more in the weeks to come. But…they would finally win!
you come to finally. Groggy…confused. you try to move but can’t. Your chained tight to bolts in the floor. your left eye is swollen near shut and your other sees only through a haze. your lip is split open. your nose feels broken&hellip
Don’t delude yourself . We don’t dress to please you or turn you on. When I slither into tight leather, slide My feet down into a nice pair of Louboutin spikes, and stand in the mirror, I do it for ME! I’m like the ancient warrior
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.
Routines could become boring. But this one just never seems to for Me. I’m awakened with soft kisses to My feet from My sissy chambermaid. A bath is drawn. A massage follows. Breakfast on the veranda. A little shopping with friends is in
In the New Order, all males are naked and vulnerable. It’s not unusual to see a Lady dragging him along a busy street at the end of Her leash. he kneels quietly by Her side, awaiting any order…ready to offer himself for service to or abuse
Superman had his cape. Batman had his tricked out car. Thor had his hammer. Well I have something too! And when I step into them…woe be to anyone or anything that gets in My way!
I adore taking My property out for a night on the town. I love people’s reactions. Children stare…and parents admonish them. Some laugh nervously. Teenagers usually snicker. The women? Well they stare as well. Then they look at their
(via Gynarchic Retribution Centers) Oh MY! Talk about My dream job! Imaginee waking up each work day and looking forward to beating and torturing males senseless. And with such few restrictions! Hey, let’s face it…I would HAVE to keep
When Madame acquires a new slave for the Estate, it must first pass through The Gauntlet. To keep things interesting for Her ‘Girls’ The Madame spins a Roulette Wheel. The number! Well that’s obvious. That’s how many times
Pick your poison. If you don’t choose…I’ll just choose for you.
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.
I love everything about them…except… I can’t see the blood. White next time!
males aren’t totally useless. A male designed these lovely boots that hug My legs. A male, no doubt, dropped the sledge on the beast that donated it’s skin to fashion them. A male toiled and toiled in his mundane little job to kneel and
This new Baby Cam app is perfect for checking in on Our slave darling. Haha…look! I left him hanging by his balls with a giant pillar candle dripping onto them! The little shit must be in so much pain. I love it! Here, I’ll turn up
Crawl faster maggot! I want to introduce you to your new ‘forever home’.
youngdominatrix: JOIN EUROPE’S LARGEST AMATEUR COMMUNITY - MYDIRTYHOBBY! This one shows the marks of ownership. The telltale scars, scrapes and heel marks all over that wonderfully vulnerable skinny body. The grey toned grime on the chest that shows
Me Tarzan…you Jane. Blah blah blah! I get it! So what? So let ME explain…King of the Apes… you wear the loincloth. I wear the heels! That means you better be on your knees…chin on the floor…in three seconds!
Slay the dragon. Skin the dragon. Wear the dragon. Be…the dragon!
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
Look! Their skins fit ME better than they did the lambs they came from! And none of that dirty, unkempt wool! Just sleek, shiny and buttery soft. Making beauty from the beasts! So ‘right’.
Look at this stupid animal. Trying so hard to please Me. To win My approval. I told him that IF he did a VERY good job of worshipping My heels…that I wouldn’t use them on him. laughing…all this kissing, moaning and licking only
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
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
Stop fighting it males. Just accept it. Embrace it. Its happening. With or without your approval.
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!
you’re a rich little boy. Aren’t you! Raised just so. Taught all the proper manners. Always deport yourself appropriately. I bet your mother even had one of those proper debutantes all picked out for you to marry someday. Carry on all the
Don’t they all look so nice? My household staff of well over one hundred. All standing at attention…straight as little arrows. Heads bowed reverently…not a noise to be heard. I could just sit here and stare for hours. Waiting for
