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Something about a man down there. Groveling…licking My shoes. The way he tenses…winces…when I dig My heel down into his back. It brings out the best…or worst in Me. Depending on your perspective of course!
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stilettoheeladmirer:Miley
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So…here is the way the game is played. A 20x20 room. Locked door. No windows.I set the timer. Five minutes.On ‘GO’…you try to escape Me. And I…try to kill you.The rules? Just one. There are no rules.Good luck!GO!!
“Let Me show you this little number right over here.And within one week, Angelica became the top grossing salesperson in the showroom.
Another letter home from a pampered, spoiled and very wealthy daughter.“Mother dearest,Well its almost September again and the summer break is nearing an end. And with it comes Back to School shopping. I’ve had a busy morning and Ive already
An innocent advertisement you read in the local newspaper…“Young French student visiting. Desires a photographer…professional or talented amateur…for location shoots around Budapest. Fee negotiable.”You answer, agreeing
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
A gentleman will hold the car door for You.A true gentleman will lick the dirt from Your soles before lifting your feet in.How do you find a true gentleman?You don’t. You make him. One beating at a time.
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?
chanelics: Anja Rubik featured in Role Model, October 2018 I just love this!
“Dearest Mother,Just a quick note from Milan. The latest stop on My ‘study abroad’ fling through Europe. Such a beautiful and fashionable city. (laughing)…They tried to put Me in a tiny dorm room with no air conditioning. Just
The smell, the feel, the touch. It brings out the animal in Us.
How a Goddess should be attended to in a shoe salon.
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!
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
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
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
Ooops!Accidents. They do happen. And isn’t it just sublime when they do?
“Toes are nice and pointy. Good, sturdy, hard as a rock. These will be perfect. I love them. Wrap them up”(And I know little brother will love them too! Hahahahahahahahahaha…)
girlsinleatherpants: Some things are just too f-ing beautiful.
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An admirer told Me…“You have looks that kill”.“You have No idea!” I replied.
Discovering a spot left on My shoe after a morning kill.So why am I not angry? Because now I get to punish! One door closes…another opens.
Well D Day has arrived here. I’ve no idea whether My blog will be dissected, or sanitized, or simply disappear completely. But if you have been an avid and enthusiastic follower of what I have created over the years here, then I suggest joining
Nothing gets the privilege of adorning My body…touching My skin…lest it first suffers and bleeds for that privilege.My game. My rules.The more the merrier. My closets are vast.
Poor little Justin. you had it all little boy. you had ME!But that wasnt enough for you! The lying. The cheating. The remarks and insults fed to the tabloids.Well now you want to come crawling back ehhh? Like I couldn’t see that coming.Well the
I don’t Care that your fucking knees ache.I don’t Care that your jaw hurts.I don’t care that it hurts to breathe. If you don’t want Me to break five more ribs, you’ll keep up the rhythm of your stroking to MY satisfaction
Damn! The Martians aren’t cooperating. Well then…just make the hole bigger. And deeper. A lot deeper.
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
A treasured photo of Me. Taken on a trip to the rugged Oregon coastline. The rental Cliffside home was magnificent. Appointed perfectly to My taste. The perfect mix of industrial and contemporary, colorful flair. The weather would prohibit venturing
You may have been scared of them back when. You should definitely be scared of them NOW!
My older sister…waiting…for me to get out of detention. I didn’t even do anything wrong. Other kids broke the window, but I got the blame. It won’t matter to Her. Just another excuse to beat me to a pulp, kick and stomp me til
They can’t get too snug or too high. I love it when the fine Italian leather kisses up against My sex. The little calves gave it up for a worthy cause. My happiness.
You can’t believe the frustrating day I’ve had! FIRST…I was informed the arctic fox shoe pom poms I ordered for My jeweled Louboutins will NOT arrive in time for the Winter Ball. Some lame excuse that that particular species had been ‘hunted
The still of early morning. There’s a crispness in the air. A peaceful quiet.But if you listen closely…You can hear the far off snaps of the traps springing shut. The occasional faint cry or yelp. Sounds that bring a smile to My face.
Wear it. Lounge on it. Walk on it…and sink those heels into it. Embrace Your dominion. It’s there for the taking. So take and take and take…until there’s nothing left to take.
It’s Our world. So…when you see Us…don’t just stare. Drop to your knees, lower your head, kiss the ground We walk on.We may not spare you. But We might learn to tolerate you. If…you prove yourself useful.
Sumptuous leather and the softest fur…they belong together. If it doesn’t bleed, suffer and die…it doesn’t get the privilege of touching My body.And the more prolonged and agonizing that death and suffering…and the more
Not all gunracks look alike.These three…37 kills between them. Unlicensed. Unregistered. Beautiful…Powerful…Deadly…as the Lady whose feet slide down into them.
monclermimosa: Lynx 👑💎 I spied it there on the rack. It called to Me. I have a keen eye for the best. The softness, the thickness. The flawless transitions of the pelts and tailoring.“How many?” I asked.The owner, a bit confused, replied
Given a choice…the choice is obvious…n'est pas?
Even ugly things can be beautiful. It just boils down to…Location, location, location.
“Take your foot off It’s throat for a second or two darling. Let it gasp a couple of breaths. It’s all about extending the suffering for as long as you can. ”
When you’re feeling that urge…the urge to once again harvest a new crop of misery, suffering and death…adorn Yourself in the finest skins of the slaughtered. Unleash all hell. Stack the bodies high. Then perch yourself atop them. Makes
Oh stop with all the crying. Those weren’t even My best kicks…nor most wicked heels.Now…compose yourself, and crawl to Me. Take Me into that crying mouth and let your lips and tongue convince Me I shouldn’t finish what I started.
you want to be My dog you say??Fine. Put this on, scurry into the corner, and yelp when I kick you. Pretty simple job.Oh…and if the pain gets to you…and you pee on the floor…LICK IT UP! And it damn well better not get on My boots!
elitistgod: Showing off an hours profit from my diamond mines in Congo, where 50,000 animals slave away 20 hours a day for บ a month. I love life.
Being fabulously wealthy, wanting for nothing. The wave of a hand, snap of a finger…and it’s Your’s. But depriving you of that? Any of it! That is the true joy of My life!
Battle of the sexes?? The battle is over dears. Embrace the New Order
Got out and about last night. A little drink, a little food, a little conversation. As hunts go…it was an epic fail. I may have ‘hunted out’ that particular succession of places. Doesn’t mean My 'babies’ went hungry
The sentence has been handed down. No appeal. But… We will let you lick which one of Us is the Executioner. Soooo…pick one! (C'mon! Gotta be 4 o'clock! Why are you even pretending to think so hard?)
I LOVE My babies!
All of U/us are born to a place in this world. It’s easier of you just accept it. But if not…it will be beaten into you.
Damn! I missed it’s brain. Sigh…I’ll do better on the next one. Practice DOES make perfect.
Wakey wakey little brother! Time for your daily beating! One hour of My best under the whip. If you’re still conscious, I’ll put the boots to work until you black out. Don’t even think of faking either. I’ll just start over and
Three words you’ll never hear Me say… “Are you hurt?” If your body wasn’t meant to be broken now and then…the good lord wouldn’t have given you the ability to heal. Seems a shame not to take advantage!
