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Finding uses for the otherwise useless ‘things’ around My home. Like a nice place to park My drink or settle My leather clad ass upon.
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
A few recent selfies of Your’s Truly. Just to keep it real.
Certainly I dress to arouse. To entice. Myself included! But today eclipses mere fashion and style. I reached for a very special pair. Engineered to perfection. Lethal. Carefully crafted for pain and destruction. And…I’m on the hunt.
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
Nothing but leather will do My pet. Bring your face close. Don’t move, remain still…inches away…and just stare at it. Now, put your nose there, right between My perfect cheeks. Breathe deeply. Press in, in to where you can’
My salute to the poor, the starving, the beggars who litter My path. you’re not MY f-cking problem.
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
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
Hmmmm, Another new pool boy. This one will look good on My floor! After I’ve used him for My pleasure and then… Well, you know. That whole black widow thing!
I despise most anything connected to The Kardashians… EXCEPT! Who wouldn’t throw themselves in the path of the incomparable Kendall Jenner just for the privilege of being walked on?
The culling of the ranks during the annual festival celebrating the New World Order. The entertainment of the moment? This poor miscreant, plucked from the ranks and chased around the square on horseback and under the whip until it collapses from
The perfect ‘weapon’ of the future you ask? It’s not mounted on a tank, nor bolted to a jet. It takes no prisoners…and it celebrates every 'kill’ with gleeful enthusiasm. And 'She’ and the millions like Her, will
Beauty, confidence, power. They can drive the most boorish of chauvinists to his knees. The crop and stilettos will do their work swiftly. Soon he will be a sobbing pile of blind obedience, compliance and devotion. It’s the natural order. Resign
The pit in your stomach… When your wife tells you she’s invited a friend to join Her for your Friday night beating. A friend whose never trampled before, but is DYING to try!
Bearing down…waiting for that delightful snap and the plaintive cries that follow. Mmmmmmmmm….sends shivers up My loins. The best part of dislocating shoulders…is popping them back in. Only slowly. Oh so very slowly…as
So sooooo sorry for you dear waif. Not born to wealth and privilege, beautiful and sophisticated like Myself. But fear not. I’m VERY high maintenance. It takes a LOT of your grubby little kind to tend to My estate, My wardrobe and My needs.
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 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…
It’s hardly fair is it? Hahahahahaha… But who ever said it was fair! The bull NEVER wins.
Sometimes, I just like to stand on their heads u til they start whimpering. Then I stand a little longer til they begin crying. Then, I bounce. At some point, they realize I’m not going Anywhere! And you know what? I’m NOT!
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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.
I feel anything I don’t like down there, the hood comes OFF. Then I take more pictures! And start sending! I’ll teach you to be a proper cocksucker!
(via Women Who Volunteer to Punish Men) My lord! Every word of the above is music to My ears. I especially love the part of the males kneeling in place listening to the screams coming from the torture rooms and beginning to cry and sob! This would
you didn’t fluff the pillows properly when you made the bed. And now, your Owner sits on you…pondering whether to keep you, sell you or kill you. All you can do is pray.
That cold sweat…that parched feeling in your throat… When… The Lady you arranged through the escort service…to give you a total beatdown…with no safeword…arrives to pick you up at the airport. All six feet,
Meh! The heat and humidity today. The pavement so hot you could fry an egg! The sweat is practically dripping out of My shoes. Thank goodness I have a slave waiting at the door. No water for three days now. he will lap it up like a dying man in the
Ahhhhhhhhhh…good times!
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My lowly husband…I decided that with all the things that need doing around here, and with all the wants I still have left unfulfilled…that it’s inconceivable that you should ever sit down.So I’ve decided that every Sunday evening
Under female supremacy, male demeanor is reverent, humble and obedient. Any seeming lapse in humility is punished. Mistress Owners are individualistic. Each perfects methods for assuring male compliance to the required proprieties. The Mistress Owner
(via Slave Men Are Egonomic) Mmmmmmmmmm…Just look at that supremely agonizing position She has him in. Every joint and tendon on fire, searing with pain and discomfort. The way the torso is constricted from Her magnificent weight makes every
Jennifer Anniston. I’m such a fan. She seems so genuine, so sweet. Well I’m an even bigger fan now! Tell Me boys. Would you sell your soul to be her personal assistant? Maybe starting with massaging and oiling those legs? Or maybe lickin
FASHION ALERT! I’ll share an obsession with you. One of many I will admit! People often ask Me what clothing or mode of dress I love the most. Or more specifically, what I find the sexiest. It’s not even a contest. I absolutely adore
Picking up My daughter from dance class. She turns 14 next week, and the training and indoctrination will kick into high gear. Beginning with a full makeover, wardrobe and then the all important lessons that will transform her from the awkward tomboy
Want to be a pay piggy for your Goddess? Imagine being drug along shopping behind Me. Crawling and kissing the ground I walk on. Trying in vain to keep up, not so close as to touch Me, but close enough to smell the heavenly aroma of My boots. Impervio
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?
Who could argue with such perfect logic?
My new stepfather was resistant at first when Mother and I laid down the law, informing him of his new position in Our Female led household. Funny how all that sass, ego and boorishness just seem to fade away at the end of a pointed toe or beneath sharp
That lowly footstool might well be the lucky one this day.
See the looks on these little monkeys’ faces? My girlfriend/lover and I just broke the news to them that We’re having another little ‘contest’. A 'hands free’ beatdown. Only legs and heels allowed. The first slave that
Further proof, as if needed, that all people are NOT created equal. WE shop at the finest boutiques and salons. Only the finest jewels, fabrics and skins adorn our bodies. others trudge about in hand-me-downs or thrift store discards. We spend leisure
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 adore this part. When I stop whipping them and place My boot in their face. The stupid animals actually think this means it’s all over. Seriously?? I just pause like this to fuck with their feeble brain. The whip will indeed fall again
Alright little brother… ON YOUR KNEES! It’s time for My kickboxing practice. And stop crying! It’s not like you have a choice.
(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’.
You saw this vision seven blocks back, waiting to cross the intersection. You were transfixed. Alarmed that this beautiful, confident Female would dress so powerfully, so outrageously out on the busy downtown on a weekday afternoon. You blew off the
I remember the first time slave. Your tongue just lazily and tentatively touched My shoe. you even dared stop after two pitiful licks and just squatted there like you were done. laughin…I also remember your shock as I beat you and kicked you
Has to be a helpless feeling. All that weight focused on one little sole and heel tip…pinning you down to the floor. Then…you see that other foot poised above your face. And the look on the face of your Tormentress. Will I lower it slowly, and simply
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I put away her baby shoes. Now, She is a beautiful, powerful and privileged Female. She has fully embraced Her birthright. To celebrate Her first kill, I had the shoe bronzed. A permanent reminder of the power She now possesses.
Laughing… If you were on death row… If instead of dying by the noose Or the chair Or injection you were sentenced to die, smothering under this divine ass of Mine… Would you still file all those appeals?
Do you see the rain? IDIOT!! I’m going to count to three. And your body had better be here. Nice and flat. your Goddess needs something to wipe Her soles on. I didn’t order the new Benz with floor mats because I have YOU!
Something comes over Me…when I slither into it. The tightness on My body. The feel The scent It’s powerful…sensual…and it brings out the best in Me. And THAT’S very very bad news for YOU!
See! Even THEY get it. The whip teaches everything!
Well…I didn’t put this on to go out grocery shopping piglet! Now…If you can stop shaking long enough, crawl over and position yourself next to the ceiling hoist. I acquired a new bat today. In honor of Opening Day and all. I’m
You met her the first night of your singles cruise. She was charming, cute. Wearing a sundress and flip flops during the sail away. You hit it off, met for drinks after dinner and she agreed to meet you at the bottom of the gangplank to explore Cozumel
Gorgeous
