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Ironic how such a powerful body becomes powerless and compliant under the sadistic mind and heel of the Superior Female.

“What a frustrating day! The scum who work for Me got their reports in late and I fired the whole group. Then the waiter brought the wrong wine with My lunch at Nobu. And on the way back to the office, a gutter bum whistled at Me and I scuffed up

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!

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

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

(via Boot Worship Predicament) I’m posting something fun from femdomocracy about creating a losing situation for your slave. Offering a privilege and reward and then rigging the game to make it impossible to achieve. Impossible, and yes, quite painf

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

(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!

(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

“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!”

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

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

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,

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

Another Saturday night and again…an empty dungeon. That’s My fault I suppose. I can get a little carried away at times. My perogative. So I’m out again collecting. My hunting ground? The slums and alleys in the poorer parts of

(via An Artist of Pain & Blood) I am an artist by trade as well and I ascribe to the ‘Living Canvas’ philosophy! It is amazing when in that creative mode I am able to block out the otherwise distracting screams from the 'canvas’.

A word to the wise should be sufficient! Ever hear the old expression “Be careful what you wish for”? Sooooo…when you approach a dedicated Supremacist and consummate Sadist for a ‘session’… And…you’re

I love this video. So sadistic and stylish. No ending of course which forces Me to make up one of My own. Hint….it doesn’t end well for the stooge. Can you guess what I came up with?

Have you cut the grass? Front and back? Edged the walk? Taken out the trash? Scrubbed all the floors? Grocery shopped? Cleaned all the dishes? So….what do you want? A fucking medal? Here’s your reward! I want your sorry ass naked.

Sigh…. Poor thing. All cold and shivering from your long night chained to the concrete floor down here in the cellar. Weak from days without food. Well, that’s the way I like you. Weakened, frightened, trembling uncontrollably. It just

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

I have many pursuits in My lavish and decadent life that bring Me happiness. Spending lavishly, fine dining, travel to exotic places. Even something so droll as relaxing on the yacht, sipping champagne and reading a book. But I will confess…nothin

“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

“So My Little pet. My property. Here’s the lovely little game I’ve devised for this evening. When I turn the hourglass over, and the sands start to empty down…I’ll part My legs and you do your absolute best to bring Me

Intense, systematic, relentless. If you want to see them cower in the corner, crying and trembling at the mere sight of you, or at the sound of Your heel tips on the hard floor… A joy like that doesn’t just happen on it’s own! It

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

I’ve not had NEARLY enough opportunities to do this as I would have liked. But those times I did were among My most satisfying. The best part?Hissing at them to get back up into position. Over, and over and over again. And watching them struggle

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

I’m a modern day Pied Piper! Only My ‘flute’ is the intoxicating and hypnotizing click of My boot heels on the pavement. Sooooo many little ‘rats’ will fall into step behind Me, powerless to resist the Syren song of My boot heels. And

(via Masochist Sex Slave) In My not so humble opinion, THIS is the ONLY way these things should be allowed to orgasm!

I didn’t think you would black out that early! But good to have you back. But…now that you’ve kept Me waiting… I’m going to have to be extra hard on you. No problem…I don’t mind that a bit!

Believe Me. you don’t want to even begin to think about what’s going on in this head. On your best day, you couldn’t even comprehend the delicious depravity!

polyfetishist: Darkest Femdom erotica including Emma S. SENSUAL SADIST When the Wife comes to the Re-training facility to pick up hubby…“No no no! This absolutely won’t do. he looks like he’s enjoying himself!”“I

I love everything about them…except… I can’t see the blood. White next time!

When you come to after passing out… you look up…and there She is. Insatiable…and ready to start in on you again!

See! I told you I was bringing you a present for your anniversary. Two years as My little slave bitch. So tonight…I’m going to let you join Me in ‘ripping’ your little present 'open’! Mmmmmmmmmmm….

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!

you lost count…AGAIN pig! W/we double…and start over. Two hundred now. And you’re already bleeding! AND… My arm isn’t even tired.

Just imagine the agony…being trapped in this position for eight hours.Now imagine the horror of one hundred strokes from the long dressage whip thrown with every bit of strength in My body.All…because you failed to kiss My shoes on exiting

The mind of the cruelly inventive Female Sadist. Every tie thought out. Every bind designed to produce incomprehensible agony. Every breath tortured and labored. Lights out! Two hours to twist in the wind…to think…about the searing

Something about leather. Beautiful, soft, smooth leather. So taut against My skin. So primal in its intoxicating fragrance. The creak of it as I move My body. Contemplating the suffering that undoubtedly occurred to bathe Me in its magnificence. A littl

“Mother! That shit of a little brother just told Me I can’t beat him until his ribs heal from last time! Said you told him that…?” “Oh darling I told him no such thing! he’s such a compulsive liar. you need to

Ahhhh, new shoes. So lovely and virginal. So many adventures await. Soon that perfect sole will be scarred and pockmarked…and full of a thousand tales. It will have power, character. The sole, will have a soul! And a very dark one at that!

Another gift! It’s his version of wearing a little cardboard ‘Kick Me’ sign around his neck. Not like I pull back the tissue and not KNOW what it is he’s angling for. And being a giver like I am… I give him exactly

Two hundred this evening. Two hundred of My best. No special reason. Just to satisfy a curiosity. Namely…will you survive it? I’m feeling Strong. Very strong. How are you feeling?

Watching My goons ‘soften up’ tonight’s 'entree’. Feeling My pulse quicken. The excitement building. Knowing MY turn at bat is coming. A snap of My finger…and they step back. The real show is about to begin.

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

Really no different than a mouse. Less fur perhaps. But squeals quite nicely. And that’s really what matters after all!

I’ll raise the hood. You’ll see Me and stop. Maybe you’ll get lucky? Or maybe…when you’re on the ground checking under the car for that mysterious noise I described… you feel something sharp and pointed slam

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

“Just kneel there. Be very still. I want to memorize you…in this moment. Beautiful. Well…in your own way. Not a mark on you. Sigh…soon, it will resemble a crime scene here. Always does. The pulse quickens. I hear that first

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

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

I sooooo love the look on little brother’s face. When…home from school, he enters his room only to find ME sitting on the edge of his bed. In leather…and spiked heels. The shaking. The crying. He used to try to run. Pointless. I

Happy times…A strong, wealthy and powerful man. And yet completely servile and uncompromising in its devotion.“NO LIPS, NO TONGUE!! Just breathe. Deep. Get your ugly little snout right into the arch and breathe deeply.”Hahahaha…I

Celebrate Your dominity.And Ladies…when You stand atop the food chain…wear Your sharpest stilettos. Dig and twist. Listen for the cries. Everything will feel even softer. Promise!

Ahhhh…good afternoon My little pet. Ive come to check on you again!Poor baby! you look so miserable all staked down there on the roof of this abandoned warehouse. Whats the matter?? No low flying planes come by? To spot you and call in a rescue?

No…I didn’t marry your father out of love. Nor to claim his wealth. My own riches eclipse his ten times over.No My little pets. I married him to get at YOU! His twin little ‘prizes’. So small, so young, so beautiful in your own

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