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Dominatrix Annabelle - Riding Crop
Cruel facesitting Mistress. Sissy male slave bound in dungeon to please her Dominatrix in her facesitting ride on face whims.
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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.
“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
What is it that is sooo incredibly erotic about seeing a stiletto booted Female atop a beast with a whip in hand?
Men are jackasses. When I run out of men to abuse, I still mange to stay in practice. It translates over perfectly!
There is no place for a battle of wills with a beast, be it two,or four legged. A skilled whip hand, proper boots and Spurs will,have it knowing its place in short order!
The new crop is going to get quite a workout today.
Take note of all that is right and proper in the New Order. The slave is naked. The Mistress fashionably attired. The slave is exhausted and dirty from his task. The slave’s knees are unprotected from the rocks and rough terrain. The Mistress&
When I ride, I RIDE. When I buckle on the spurs, I make sure the rowels are sharp as a razor. And I USE them! The damn things aren’t there for decoration! I ride until they collapse beneath Me from utter exhaustion. I use the boots on them until
Good boy! Now, go fetch My spurs. The new ones. I’m anxious to break them in!
I know you’re exhausted. Ready to drop. But I want TEN more runs up and down the stairs. And you’d better not fail Me…or We start ALL over again!
See! Even THEY get it. The whip teaches everything!
That lowly footstool might well be the lucky one this day.
In days of old, Warriors would prepare for battle. War paint applied Armor placed on them They would ride into battle not knowing if they would prevail…be victorious. I too, apply the war paint. I slither into the skins of the conquered
slave! Fetch My spurs! The ones with the two inch razor rowels. I want to do a hard ride today. I want to relish My dominion over this stupid beast! I want to feel the ecstasy of it collapsing beneath Me, exhausted, bleeding and bathed in sweat.
I’m going for a ride slave. A hard ride. Stay by the phone. I may call and need to be picked up.
After a lovely morning ride on a crisp winter day. I’ve ridden this one up and down the steep hill behind the mansion seven times…until it had a nice lather built up. Now I relax and watch it’s misery as the cold winds rail against
On the way to the stables for a hard morning ride. I’ll carefully select the perfect whip and spurs from My vast collection. Then I’ll slowly stride past the stalls, pausing to look in each one…seeing them back away as their eyes widen
yesiamyourgoddess: ⚜ Stable boys come in so handy after a long, hard and cruel ride. All that sweat from being in the saddle all morning, bringing down the whip and digging in the spurs. Well it needs to be lapped away by a fearful and enthusiastic
My mount is ready? Excellent! FINALLY! you kneel here. Right here…until I return. you can lick the blood off My spurs.
Finally! I can’t tell you how many pairs of riding breeches I’ve ruined from a long and hard ride under the spur and whip. The bloodstains seem impossible to get out. These beautiful rubber pants and boots are the answer to a prayer. Everyt
Hahaha…look at them all move away. Look at the wide eyes…the fear. It’s as if…when they see the spurs…they know their fate Soooo…which is the unlucky one today?
It can be a battle of wills. But it’s a battle I intend to win. It’s a battle I ALWAYS win. All things must be taught their place.
Word of advice… NEVER! Ever tell ME you have a horse that can’t be broken! So sorry for your loss.
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
How My mount shows its appreciation for each jab of the spur and each lash from the whip during the nearly two hours I rode it without break in the blazing sun. Three times it collapsed…feigning exhaustion. Yet three times, the boot got it back
This one failed Me in the steeplechase. It failed to make a jump. It balked, even under the heavy whip. Time and again I beat it with all My might, drove in the Spurs with every ounce of passion I could summon. To no avail. I’ve no use for such
The exhilaration, thrill, power of bringing the snorting, sweating beast beneath Me to heel!
Power, cruelty, dominion, privilege. Such an addictive and intoxicating combination. Just pulling on the boots…hearing that zipper glide along as it hugs the soft leather to My leg…lights the fuse. “FETCH MY DRESSAGE WHIP…AND
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!
We’ve lulled away the morning. Kissing tenderly. Exploring each other’s bodies. Enjoying long, full body massages. But even with all that…We have needs still unmet. The thirst for power. To exert Our dominance…our station. And no better way
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
denialclub: That’s it. Look up at me slave. See the woman who replaced you. I ride his dick and drink his cum and he tells me he loves me. Why? Because I’m a better fuck than you? No.Because I’m cruel.Because I tell you how worthless you are. Because
ssiffkerl: perfect-order: They asked so nicely. So politely. They had come so far just by hitchhiking and now they were just 150 km away from home. It would have been cruel if I hadn’t offered them a ride home. Maybe I should have mentioned that I
thatjeepgirl-crissey: mossyoakmaster: seafense: Marshawn’s new ride complete with Score Wheel Drive.OWNED BY A PRO BOWL RUNNING YOU OVER BACK. Damnnn @thatjeepgirl-crissey check out beast modes jeep!! Pavement princessIt’s cruel, reallly. Yea
swishykitten: hush-girl: Sometimes I look up at you astride me, and think I know what a wave feels when surfers have the temerity to ride it. I’m torn between the cruel desire to throw you off and pound you into the ocean bed, and the need to deliver
imaslave4u: “The only thing you’re going to be riding is me.”Cruel Intentions (1999) - dir. Roger Kumble
Did I hear you tell him you’re going to let him out of his cock cage?Yup, I figure lying to him like that is a good first step. I plan to break him the same as any other animal we ride.
