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Getting all settled in for a nice evening of binge watching that new series everyone’s buzzing about. And you know, even a good thing can be made better if I know you’re in agony and suffering mightily beneath My spikes the entire time!
Fetch those new Chilean spurs. And the thorn whip and wire quirt will do nicely. Then saddle up one of the nags in Barn Three. I’m meeting the ladies from the Hunt club at five for cocktails, so I don’t have all day. Pick one of the
In the New World Order of Absolute Female Dominion, young males are sent to special indoctrination centers where very enough traditional ‘schooling’ is provided to make them functional. The thrust of the mission however is to break them of
Don’t rush that finale Ladies.Drink in that lovely look of fear, agony and resignation to fate.
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
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
What’s that old saying? Build a better mousetrap… And the world will beat a path to your door? Well….
your worst nightmare. When it turns into a contest!
Perfect. Brand new. Not a mark on them. Totally unacceptable. My shoes need to tell a story. So time to get busy. Time to make history. Time to bring death, misery and destruction. Time to put a few notches on the guns.
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!
Everything’s so much more delicious when stomped with passion and in style. Wine…and…. Let your imagination take flight!
Sometimes there’s just that little ornery piece of skin that just seems to stick to My heel. It wouldn’t matter…but I DID just have the car detailed.
I acquired a sprawling new cattle ranch operation last month. I finally visited today and was given the full tour. At the mid point, we passed a large building with many head lined up outside. “What exactly is that building?” I asked.
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
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.
I love the marks, but I just hate it when they scab over and stop bleeding. “BACK ON THE FLOOR SCUM! Let Me open those back up for you.”
So much facial reconstruction surgery going on these days. I prefer to specialize in facial Deconstruction surgery. The tools are a bit different…and much more to My liking!
Really no different than a mouse. Less fur perhaps. But squeals quite nicely. And that’s really what matters after all!
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
Ohhh…I didn’t expect to see anyone down here this late. Ummmmm….can you tell Me? What’s the best way to get blood put of a shirt? A LOT of blood! I ummmmmm….got a little carried away. Ohhhh…..well…Sure!
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
Stop complaining!! DOWN, NOW!!! ON THE FLOOR! That’s it…lips pressed to My shoes. Mmmmmm those tears tickle! I like that. Now hold still. I want to feel your warm brains hit My FOOT when I pull the trigger!
Every night now…She feels the ache. Right around sunset. She is like a vampire thirstng for blood. An addict needing Her nightly fix. And the need, the desire, grows stronger and more obsessive each passing night. Ever since that one fateful
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
stuff-and-things-and-stuff: archivallolo83: whippingmistress: Full power caning by Mistress Jo. So impressive !! Impitoyable Maîtresse très dure ! Make us suffer. We deserve it. It’s all here Ladies and worms. A caning administered as it
I have an insatiable appetite for destruction. And I haven’t ‘eaten’ in days. Don’t say you weren’t warned!
Did I mention I LOVE inflicting pain? Does it show on My face??
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
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
Surprise slave! I asked My twin sister to join Me. Two pairs of sharp heels and toes are better than one…right? Now listen Katrina…that old saying ‘don’t kick a man while he’s down’? Well…forget all about
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
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.
“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
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
I’m batting 1000 this year. Again! I swear….whats supposed to be so hard about this game? Ohhhhhhh…the pitching! Ahhhhhhh… Well I just skip all that!
Coming up on Halloween again. MY birthday happens to be the day before. Every year since ten (I’ll be fourteen this year) I’ve dressed as a cat. Mother loves it. Says it fits My personality perfectly. Every year, she gives Me a dozen mice
Waiting patiently for him to ‘come to’. AGAIN! Maybe I shouldn’t have kicked him so hard in the head? I HATE it when they die before I’m even wet. Much less before I’ve reached orgasm!!
Cruelty taken to its most perfect manifestation. They’re animals. Why limit your imagination?
Give them an inch!! I knew I shouldn’t have just let it go! The two wrinkles I found on My pillowcase on retiring for the night this past Thursday. AND…what did I get in return for this leniency? TODAY…I search for My favorite Artic Fox coat
It’s inevitable. The result of distracted driving. Am I REALLY supposed to pay attention? I’m too busy planning My evening, texting, singing along with My tunes. It’s THEIR job to stay out of MY way! Anywho…its why I keep
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.
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!
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
Mind control takes many forms. Do you think I have this one’s attention? Finally?
A nostalgic shot. An antiquated device…long since removed. I now deposit all of My precious waste directly into the eager mouths of My starving trio of slaves. It was a climb at first for them. I would allow them five minutes to consume and
If you’re going to beat them until the blood puddles beneath them on the dungeon floor, it only makes sense to wear something that rinses easily. The ‘splatter’ can ruin a perfectly good outfit!
The beautiful Emmanuelle seems terribly out of place in this abandoned warehouse. She has come to watch a dog fight. She’s been hooked since an acquaintance took Her to a cockfight earlier in the year. “I’ve such a bloodlust!”
Dont worry dears. I know I haven’t been very prolific of late. But have no fear. The decadence, sadism and cruelty still flow through My veins. The wheels are turning.
Some might argue. But to Me it’s abundantly clear what the designer had in mind. Beauty, power, efficiency, durability. T'would be a shame to simply wear them…when they’re clearly meant for so soooo much more! And I do love bringing
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
No trudging through muddy fields in baggy camo and ugly boots for this Huntress. I prefer a luxurious tent, marble floors, the champagne on ice, something shiny, short and tight to slither into…and of course My favorite heels. Such great sport!
So seductive. That familiar, warm rush of power and decadence that washes over Me when I slide into a thousand dollar pair of fine Italian boots The quality, the luxury, the scent of the sacrifice. The embracing hug around My foot. How it travels up
No rug as nice as one that cries. And bleeds. Keep one in every room of your house. There is a use for these things you see!
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
There’s a time for the kill shot. Certainly. But to draw back the bow and send a ‘Cupid’ s arrow’ into him with such accomplished skill. To miss any vitals…and simply lodge between two ribs. Any movement during My absence
My favorite game. The hourglass is turned. Sixty beautiful, wonderful minutes. My pet’s hands are bound tightly behind him with sharp wire. he kneels in the broken champagne glass I threw to the floor…his knees aching and bleeding. he
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…
Damn! I missed it’s brain. Sigh…I’ll do better on the next one. Practice DOES make perfect.
