Trans Domina Mistress Divinyl (mistressdivinyl.tumblr.com)
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The world’s been such a beautiful place since males accepted their place in it. It’s so obviously right and proper! Why oh why did it take so long?
When the laser sight’s locked on you, it’s too late to run. This is the look you hope you never see when you’re one of My servants. The look of a hungry lioness when she see’s an old or weak wildebeest. Only I don’t kill
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
If you’re not the lead dog…the view never changes. But I don’t hear any complaints…DO I???
“Round up the usual suspects! I think I’ll celebrate My birthday with a nice public flogging and hanging. It’s good to be the Queen!”
(laughing)… When I inherited My father’s sprawling cattle ranch, My girlfriends reaction was predictable. “Eeeeeeeeew! All those stinky cows? Gross!” My reply? “Girls…you simply need to think outside the box!&rd
Routines could become boring. But this one just never seems to for Me. I’m awakened with soft kisses to My feet from My sissy chambermaid. A bath is drawn. A massage follows. Breakfast on the veranda. A little shopping with friends is in
Men… Lord…they’re so gullible. Fake a little helplessness. “Oh this is so heavy”. A little grunting and groaning. Before I can say ‘lights out’ they’re scurrying over to My van to help Me get the
growling… you impudent little shit! That’s the third time I summoned you to get off the swing and come along. Nothing infuriates and annoys Me like an insolent little male that doesn’t know how to obey his ‘Betters’.
I just adore this pair. The beautiful alligator skin. The substantial toe that maximizes the contact area. But still nicely pointed for maximum effect. Even a nice little metal guard to protect them when the teeth start flying! Beautiful AND function
Greeting another beautiful day. Breathing the crisp, wintry air. Time to check the traps. Time to see what bounty the night… And the traps…have brought. Most will have died from the frigid night or the shock. They’re the lucky
Show Me what you’ve learned under the whip slave. Lick every speck of dirt from My soles. And don’t forget the heel tips either! Then plunge that miserable tongue of your’s into My ass. DEEP! Probe, spin it, fuck Me with it. your
I’ve played this ‘game’ so many times. And yet, it never gets old! A minute tops! Then…My little 'Good Samaritan’ will come to My aid. He’ll lean in for a look, I’ll bring the hood down and send a dozen very
STOP!!!!! I know you spend your time here on tumblr rifling through photos faster than a chimp on crack with his hand on his tallywhacker. BUT…indulge Me, as a follower of Mine and take a chair and BREATHE! I wish to explain to you the ‘wh
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
Poor little brother… Another long trip to the lake house for dear Mum and Dad. So sad! Hell for you…delightful fun for Me! My school chum Madeline is anxious to meet you. I told Her to wear Her sharpest heels. As you can see, We&rsquo
Be afraid. Be very afraid. For Hell is coming. And She is perched atop gleaming towers of beauty, pain, and even…
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
A nice date. Dinner. A little dancing. Now…he’ll walk Me to the door like a good little gentleman. We’ll kiss. The kisses will grow deeper. He’ll get a little grabby. I’m used to that. Eventually,he’ll reach
Veronica and I so look forward to flying over to Croatia for the annual slave market. So many specimens. Some strong like this bull. The kind We can work til it drops in the field or chained up in one of Our sweatshop factories in the third world. We
Some of My many moods. Mostly happy. Did I mention I love what I do?
I’m going for a ride slave. A hard ride. Stay by the phone. I may call and need to be picked up.
I have a surprise for you slave! Something brand new! The maker said it would take around 500 throws to really loosen it up. And you know how impatient I can be. So…On you FUCKING KNEES! NOW!!!
At the very lavish Bon Voyage party Daddy threw for Me and two hundred of My friends from graduate school and the riding academy. I’m leaving next week to pursue My doctorate in philosophy in Vienna. “Waiter! Be a dear and wrap this small
captioned-femdom-e-motions: no break Absolutely not. We will ‘break’ when the cane 'breaks! Until then…we continue.And stop your whining! I haven’t even hit bone yet!
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
Your’s truly, Mistress Divinyl. (Just so you know the person writing all this wonderful stuff isn’t some kid living in his Mom’s basement). Hahahaha
The walls of My penthouse are covered with the heads of those that met My imperial gaze through the crosshairs. The floors are adorned with their skins and hides. My suite of closets are filled with their fur. Such good times! But tonight I’m back
So perfect. So proper. So right.
To the short, the fat, the ugly, the ill-educated of the world…I say accept your lot! The world belongs to the wealthy, the powerful, the beautiful. And…you have a place in that world. On your KNEES, scrubbing MY floors, washing, folding
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.
Does it make you nervous that I sit here, staring at you while I finish My tea? you know, My Mother once counseled Me… “Don’t fret over things over which you have no control.” Sage advice, that I would like to pass along to you.
Hmmmm… Daddy said he was having a maintenance man from his building come up to look at the door to Our penthouse this morning. It’s been sticking. And so I wait…and anticipate. I always dress like this when I know one’s coming. he’ll waddle
A Lady never walks around unprepared. She never knows what ‘delights’ the pavement may serve up this day. Success…is preparation…meeting opportunity!
You really screwed up this time Carmine! Talking with the Feds? Really? You know what happens when you double cross the mob! So now Johnny says “Hey Carm…let’s go for a ride down to the club”. You get in the back…alone.
youngdominatrix: FOLLOW YOUNG DOMINATRIX These all show very good technique, although the final two,stand out.
Isn’t it wonderful when someone loves what they do? And when they’re so damned good at it!
I adore trampling hands. Hell,I adore trampling anything! And look at this slave. All these histrionics and I haven’t even gone to the heels yet!
(Laughing) I went through this phase years ago when I wanted to ‘sol arise a bunch of My pictures. Must have been some frustrated artist thing. But hey, that couldn’t be because I actually am an artist. Anyway, this is one of those.
Me again. And yes, the perks are to die for.
Me, taking a little rest before I climb back up on the rug du jour and punch a few more holes.
Yours truly, chill in’ at home.
A pic of yours truly a few years back in Inman Park in Atlanta.
I have to take little breaks during a Friday night discipline session. A Girl’s arm gets tired you know! Not to mention the chance a pulled calf or hamstring if I neglected to stretch adequately beforehand. When break time is over, I’ll
What’s better than leaving your possession bound like this all evening while You go out for a night of drinks and clubbing with the Girls? Why…flipping him over on his back when You get home and standing on his shoulders! Talk about screams
femalevictory: What you think is irrelevant. What you say is irrelevant. In fact,you’re not allowed to utter a single word without my permission from now on. Forget your former self. I will mold you as I see fit. In three months time, you’ll be
femalevictory: “I’ll make it real simple for you. The only proper response to anything I tell you is ‘yes, Ma’am’. I expect your blind obedience, a doglike devotion to me and only me. If you fail me, I will not hesitate to squash you like a
captioned-femdom-e-motions: at her mercy Begging and pleading is highly encouraged. A total waste of time of course, but highly encouraged.
Choices choices! Some shoes are made for turning heads. Others? Well let’s just say they’re made for destroying them. Maybe that’s why My gimp slave just starts crying and trembling uncontrollably whenever he sees Me put this pair
And believe Me, you’ll be graded on how far in you go. I expect passion. I demand it. And I’ll make you VERY miserable if I don’t feel that passion DEEP inside Me!
Your’s Truly…making the most of the dog days of summer. Relaxing and working on a tan. Now where the hell is that worthless slave with My fruity drink???
When I train a new sissy slut to be one of My ‘street meat moneymakers’, I make it a point to remind them what’s in store if I ever catch them skimming from Me. I find they listen much better when they’re pinned like a bug under
Assorted shots of Your’s Truly, cattin’ around in various places.
That magic moment when a femme looking boy sneaks into his sister’s closet and realizes…‘damn! I look better in these than she does! And another star is born!
If this image doesn’t make you fall to the ground and wiggle after Me like the little worm you are…. If it doesn’t make you long to press your nose against that arch and breathe deeply…to press you lips against My insteps and
So very important to stretch before you drag that beast out of its cage and put the pumps to it! It’s the one that’s supposed to get injured! Not YOU!
Crawl over here boy! stick that tongue out…far as it will go. NOW…show Me what you’ve learned!
I remember My childhood days…growing up on Daddy’s sprawling cattle ranch. I was a tender hearted little thing. I would name the cows and treat them like pets. Now, Daddy has passed, and the ranch is now Mine. Only now, when I visit, I
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Anyone REALLY want to argue that the shoes make the outfit? I didn’t think so!
