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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.
“Hahahaha…did you actually just ask for mercy?? Take a look fool! Ask the dozens and dozens of little furry vermin who gave it up to make us beautiful about our ‘mercy’.
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
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.
“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,
“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
I’m a very successful woman and therefore quite busy. But never TOO busy to stop and crush any little creature unlucky enough to cross My path. You have to ‘stop and smell the roses’ after all.
We’ve come so far Ladies. Decades ago We wouldn’t wear boots like this. We certainly wouldn’t hop into the chair for a shine. Progress marches on. Some day, the male will be naked and chained to his station, whether at a busy airport,
How odd that you’re trembling from the cold. I’m as warm and comfortable as can be. Oh well, not My concern.
Off to My First day of teaching at the Berkshire Reform School. The Board fully subscribes to traditional methods including the liberal use of corporal punishment and discipline to maintain order in the classroom. I fully concur. Many an errant boy will
Just keeping it ‘real’.
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!
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.
Coming soon on every block of your town. We have to find something to do with these ‘things’. There’s so…too…damned many of them!
These things only purpose is to suffer, work til collapse and pleasure if called upon for that privilege.In a moment, I will stand and bear down My full weight on those tiny heel tips and drive them through flesh, tendon and bone as I’m serenaded by
“Hmmmm, I just don’t feel like changing tonight. I’ll just go kick the bad guys teeth in wearing what I have on.”
“What??? No homework to turn in AGAIN?? Alright Douglas, on your knees here at My feet. Pants and underpants off. Lean over the desk.” (‘These little shits are all about to learn what happens when they show a Female disrespect. The
Amazing to Me the beating, trampling or kicking these animals will happily lay down for just to earn a few drops! An addiction I plan to take full advantage of!
hansbegonia: slavoholic: Maybe the next time you won’t talk back, will you pig? You still think that I spend too much of your salary When he is on the verge of passing out from the pain, and thinks in his little pig brain that you surely must be
Punishment horses are a popular home furnishing in many Gynarchic societies. Residing in a small apartment this Domme Owner chose the smallest model.Being an intensely sadistic woman the horse is for recreation. It serves the purpose her dungeon will
goddessheathen: Crave to worship a Goddess? Warm up is over. Time to slit this pig open and watch it bleed.
I stepped in dog shit n the way in slave. I knew I hadn’t fed you since last weekend. Wasn’t that considerate of Me slave???
slave-759432: No rights for males Yet another male slave husband being properly beaten daily as part of his training to help the worthless pig knows its place in life. The dominant women in True Utopia know that these worthless pigs only understand
“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!”
When I leave the estate for some shopping fun, I like to keep My husband in the loop on My whereabouts. A bit of a challenge as I always leave him hanging from his wrists, arms bound behind his back over the blood drain in the dungeon floor. It’s
This should NOT be an uncommon sight!
No good deed goes unpunished. One of My slaves gives Me roses…I give them right back!
Ten…nine…eight…seconds… and if My good for nothing pig isn’t on its back licking the dirt from My soles…it’s not going to see another day!
The most useless ‘things’ on the planet. They can’t be skinned to make shoes and boots for Us. They have no fur to rip from their bodies to fashion soft, warm and beautiful coats, blankets and hats for Us. They smell, are covered
Even as a child I would go out of My way to step on anything unlucky or stupid enough to get in My way. Now, I see these things up walking around and it infuriates Me! I consider it My sacred mission to put them where they belong. Pinned like a bug
Brings Me such joy. Seeing them treated like the animals they are.
males should routinely be beaten bloody. An excellent example of a routine, recreational beating. No offense has been committed other than the obvious one of having been born a male, which alone justifies any and all abuse the Female Owner may choose
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!
I’ve always loved crushing bugs…ever since I was a little tot. Some things just never get old!
Anticipation…fear…dread. All words that just make Me all warm inside. And don’t forget the agony of holding this position til I’m finished. It really is time I caught up on My reading. And don’t worry slaves. I have
captioned-femdom-e-motions: have to Believe Me dear…ripping it off when I’m done with you is the LEAST of your worries.
(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
“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
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!
It’s always bad news for a male when two of its Superiors get together to team up on it. The Goddesses tend to feed off each other’s sadism and things can quickly turn into a delightful game of ‘oneupsmanship’. Sometimes they
(via Gynarchic Retraining Facility)
Some pics of Me abusing My slave. I had a brand new pair of Italian heels and they so needed to be broken in properly.Four part vids available at My storehttp://clips4sale.com/34682
Proper protocol…so very important. The beautiful boots that are about to walk all over you and rip you to shreds must be worshipped reverently both before the beating, as a show of respect and resignation to your fate…and afterward…a
School uniforms at the Dominance Academy are a little different than you might have remembered growing up…before the New World order was established. Each girl is assigned a boy to serve as Her chair and desk, to carry Her books, to be ridden for
…and you know damn well what it is! Soooo, tell Me slave. Which…shall I use on you to make My dream come true?
Mmmmmmmmmm…I just can’t explain why seeing you in such agony and abject misery just makes Me so deliriously happy slave. Why I get so much pleasure in seeing you like this and in making you suffer. How I get such a creative rush out of conco
In The New World Order, a part of every day at the Academy For Young Ladies is turned over to the proper breaking of the male. Practice dummies like this poor soul are used to demonstrate all the many and varied methods used to gain complete compliance,
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
Full leather. So primal. So beautiful. Speaks so precisely to the character and attitude of the Goddess who wears it.
“Oh…the coat? They were all male as well. you’re all ‘toast’ as far as I’m concerned”
Fighting off a headache. The stress of so many choice I suppose. I tell you…spending up every last penny of your fortune and kicking you like a bum to the curb can be exhausting. I’m flying off to that little Spa in Geneva for a week of
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
“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!
Welcome to the rest of your life slave.
(via Public Punishment: Bed of Rocks)
(via Male Slave Reformatorium) OHHHHH, how do i get a gig working as one of the Officers here??? talk about the gig of a lifetime…and im so well suited!
(via Slave Man’s Renewed Dedication) THIS is definitely how I would run My Re-Dedication Day. Superb!
