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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
“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
slave-759432: No rights for males In True Utopia the women beat and abuse their property till they feel like stopping, not when a male slave wants it to stop. Say no to safe words a abuse on. The only future is female supremacy, and male slavery.
slave-759432: No rights for males. Daily beatings are necessary for disobedient males. The only future is female supremacy and male slavery. True Utopia If you stop simply because they’re bleeding or pass out, you’re denying yourself
“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!”
“Well you’re absolutely right My pet. I DID give up smoking. But…for torture night…I’ve decided to light em up again. I missed the smell of burning flesh!”
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
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.
“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
What is it that is sooo incredibly erotic about seeing a stiletto booted Female atop a beast with a whip in hand?
“Just checking on you. Still alive I see. The cold and damp haven’t done their work yet. Sigh…just as well. I wanted to get one more good beating in on you before you left us anyway! I’m in a bit of a mood. You might not
Constant, unrelenting, unfathomable suffering and agony. It’s your lot! Anything less…and We’re simply not satisfied. And We’re very inventive and resourceful in Our methods.
(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!
Crawl you pathetic little shit! your Goddess has needs. The need to beat you like a drum, kick you like a dog and walk all over the trembling pile of what’s left until I’m standing in puddles of your blood and tears. you haven’t heale
(via Slave Men Used as Punching Bags) WHAT A FABULOUS IDEA!!! I would need at least a dozen ‘bags’. I fear seven days would likely not be enough 'recovery time’ to provide Me a fresh, unbruised and broken canvas. The raw power and
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?
“I’m using this on you until it breaks. Not one stroke less. It may take the better part of the day. Lay down the plastic and assume the position!”
“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
No…don’t stop. Just keep punching him while I masturbate. I’m loving the show. I’ll take over when I’m closer to climaxing.
My absolute all time favorite work of erotic art. The ultimate scene of Female Sadism. Watching Her bring Herself to orgasm while Her companion shoots arrow after arrow into the staked down slave just says it all. Is there anything more erotic than
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
Ready to take one for the team??? I’m going to beat you so hard your ancestors will bleed!
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
slave-759432: No rights for males “Faster bitch, faster. How do you expect me to win if you don’t go faster? There is only three months left till the Female Supremacy Olympic Games, and I want to take first in the male slave chariot race. This
slave-759432: No rights for males “Please Princess, I’m begging you, have mercy on me. Please Princess, no more.” The slave father begs with tears filling his eyes. “Shut up bitch, I can’t believe you got sent home from work early, BECAUSE
A proud day for you daughter. Today on your fourteenth birthday, you take an important step in the journey toward your full embrace of your Dominance and Supremacy over the lowly male creatures over whom you will enjoy your life of privilege. Today,
Another tale from the New World Order… “Dear diary, An exciting and important step today in My growth as a Superior in the New Femdom Gynarchy. I recorded My first kill. The first of what will no doubt be many as I grow and embrace My
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.
“No no husband! No need to change. I called the neighbors and cancelled our plans for dinner out this evening. My new whip arrived today, and as you can see, I’m VERY anxious to break it in. And I knew it would take ALL evening to do so
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…
You think this is cruel? I don’t believe in allowing animals in the house. Just that simple. So, it stays chained up outside. They adapt…or they die. “That’s it doggie. Lick all that snow off Goddesses boots and I’ll
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
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
“you never dreamt when you sheepishly introduced the idea of having a kinky sex night to Me months ago, that I would take to it like a duck to water! you see My hapless little husband…I was never that shy, insecure and deferential female
This…is going to hurt you sooooo much more than it hurts Me, My pet. But then, that’s why you exist…after all. To calm and quench the sadistic storm that builds and builds inside Me. I’m afraid this one isn’t going to
(via Male Slave Crawls Across Gravel Walk) Perfection in the training of these sometimes clueless, sometimes headstrong animals. Certainly, twenty or so swift kicks to it’s balls could have been administered immediately, but this delayed punishme
Luxuriating in the spoils of My Female privilege. A new container full arrives from Russia next week! No such thing as too many! Do you hear that My little furry friend? Hahahahahahaha
It’s said that a vampire rises from Her sleep with an insatiable desire to ‘feed’. I too have insatiable desires. The desire to nurture My entitlement, My privilege and feed the intoxicating power rush I’ve felt ever since My
Ooooooh some pictures just get Me sooooo wet! Look at this little dish all trussed up so nice. And the perfect position. Balls, ribs, head, face…all tee’d up and just begging for the pointed toes. Presentation is SO important. And this
We’re just getting used to them. Olivia was developing shoulder aches from all the shooting. It’s never a clean kill with these things. And you know, We’re perfectly fine with that! Makes it all the more ‘sporting’!
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.
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
Once you realize they’re not even human…just some lab rat and nothing more…it really takes the shackles off Our sadistic imagination. They’ll beg for death. And We won’t even give them That!
Well My little shit! you’ve peed on the oriental for the last time! Look all cute for your farewell shot before I, and My Loubs carry out your sentence!
In the New World Oder of Female dominion, Ladies often wear next to nothing under a jacket. Something alluring and that will offer unfettered access should She choose to use an available male for Her pleasure. And…of course, a lethal pair of
Slay the dragon. Skin the dragon. Wear the dragon. Be…the dragon!
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
If You’re not going to look good when You kill… Then…what’s the point? Besides…its just so fucking hot when I pose with a heel on the head of the vanquished!
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
The simple bad luck of being born male into a world of absolute Female supremacy. Even a Mother’s own is held in contempt and disdain and is ultimately just more fodder for sadistic enjoyment.
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
Enjoying My trip to Saudi Arabia. NOW! Good lord…how many steel and glass monstrosities can one look at until One goes daff from the banality? Thank goodness My guide suggested a hunt. A canned hunt of course. I’m not traipsing across
W/we all ‘identify’ dont W/we? With one or the other… On one side…the goofy. The stupid. The sloppy. They leave messes. Don’t groom themselves properly. And yet…they’ve held court over Us. Chase Us. Terrify
Things are not exactly the same at the Plaza del Torres since the Revolutuon and the New Hierarchy of Absolute Female Supremacy began. The crowds still pack the stadium. Only Females of course. All males have been executed or imprisoned. The patrons
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!”
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
