Trans Domina Mistress Divinyl (mistressdivinyl.tumblr.com)
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So how’s everyone’s weekend? Mine was great. Spent a couple of fun nights in Detroit with about forty other trans girls drinking and partying. Just what the doc ordered. Even though I’ve never been as pie eyed as I was Saturday.
Happy Monday everyone. From your Mistress of depravity.
You can have al the whips, canes and paraphernalia in the world. You can have the most fabulous and elaborate dungeon. But…if you haven’t got This… You haven’t got shit!
The dawn of a new day. Sigh… Who among the many who serve Me shall I single out for the finest in abuse? Who’s life shall I ruin and fashion into a living hell? Eeeny meanie miney mo…
My favorite game. The hourglass is turned. Sixty beautiful, wonderful minutes. My pet’s hands are bound tightly behind him with sharp wire. he kneels in the broken champagne glass I threw to the floor…his knees aching and bleeding. he
Another week, another opportunity to embrace the power. Kerp your pedal to the metal.
There’s a time for the kill shot. Certainly. But to draw back the bow and send a ‘Cupid’ s arrow’ into him with such accomplished skill. To miss any vitals…and simply lodge between two ribs. Any movement during My absence
Soooooo… How shall I break you today My pet? The whip? Or the boot? I’ll let you choose.
Imagine that this is your existence. your entire reason for being reduced to a footstool. Never to see the outside world. To laugh. To socialize, read? Not a chance. Five minutes a day you’re released to eat. Twice a day, the maid unlocks you
The new girl in school. Quiet. Keeps to herself. Dresses frumpy. Scorned by the cool crowd. You need a date to the dance. Everyone else has turned you down. You ask. Surprisingly, she accepts. Tells you to pick her up at 8. Says she’ll be waitng
I make beautiful music. But not just on the piano. You should hear the notes I hit when I walk all over a useless male slug. Composing a symphony of pain and suffering.
No rug as nice as one that cries. And bleeds. Keep one in every room of your house. There is a use for these things you see!
My whips, even the most fierce, don’t always achieve the level of suffering I desire. At times like that…I simply improvise. Think outside the box Ladies.
I love that panicked snorting sound they make right before their noses break. And the little clicks and clacks of teeth losing the fight against a metal heel. AND the give and collapse of their sternum and ribs under My weight. Was that a twig snapping
Everyone else has left the building. The new Boss summons you to Her office. She tells you to kneel…and explain in sixty seconds why you shouldn’t be fired. Do you launch into a stammering, desperate and incoherent list of reasons. Feeble
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
If you starve them for days on end…you’ll be amazed how enthusiastically a slave will eat away at your divine ass. How deep they’ll go. How enthusiastically their tongue will dance inside You. And with the proper aversion training,
“She’s so good with Her stiletto…you don’t even mind the pain.”
So seductive. That familiar, warm rush of power and decadence that washes over Me when I slide into a thousand dollar pair of fine Italian boots The quality, the luxury, the scent of the sacrifice. The embracing hug around My foot. How it travels up
No trudging through muddy fields in baggy camo and ugly boots for this Huntress. I prefer a luxurious tent, marble floors, the champagne on ice, something shiny, short and tight to slither into…and of course My favorite heels. Such great sport!
Sigh…winter’s almost gone. I’ll miss coming down here to watch the homeless freeze to death. I’ll just have to find something else to give Me a laugh. And start that lovely little tingle down there. Not to fret. I’m SURE
Evil on My mind. Ohhhhhh…the things I’ll do to you!
Head to toe…in the skins of the slaughtered. If it doesn’t bleed… If it doesn’t cry when it’s killed… I don’t wear it! Cruelty and decadence. Such an intoxicating potion!
Your’s truly.
Power. The power to pass judgement. Casually, callously. To tease, torture…to end…a life. Dominion. Our birthright. To embrace it. Wield it. And do so enthusiastically! When the day ‘tees up’ an opportunity to exert that
Beating and kicking the daylights out of some worthless, contemptible piece of shit until they’re an incomprehensible, blubbering, convulsing pile at My feet. And being paid handsomely for it! Any wonder I’m beaming??
The look that comes on My face when I hear that fucking safeword. I’ve just begun to get hard. My legs are barely warmed up yet. Do you think I stopped? Hell no! Back down on the floor. I gave it everything I had for fifteen more minutes. I never
Some might argue. But to Me it’s abundantly clear what the designer had in mind. Beauty, power, efficiency, durability. T'would be a shame to simply wear them…when they’re clearly meant for so soooo much more! And I do love bringing
A place for every “thing” and every “thing” in its place I say!
It’s a simple strategy really. Catch them staring at your shoes. Then suggest… “you can get a much better look when you’re on your knees.” One thing leads to another…and another. Yours truly, at a fetish event
Scary Ladies
Whether black or white, these aren’t simply boots. They’re weaponry. Lovingly designed for maximum destruction. Mmmmmm…the places these take My mind….
Dont worry dears. I know I haven’t been very prolific of late. But have no fear. The decadence, sadism and cruelty still flow through My veins. The wheels are turning.
Gotta keep those floor mats like new!
Too busy to craft any juicy prose so here’s some pics of Moi to tide you over.
NO maria!! You cannot have a raise. You cannot have half a day off Friday to visit your dying father. You cannot take one of the old coats I’m throwing away! NOW…kneel in the pile of broken glass on the floor. NOW…beg to kiss My
Wealth, beauty, power and privilege is not something to be sought…certainly not ‘attained’ by the likes of you. It’s held. Closely guarded. Meticulously handed down among the elite from generation to generation. It’s in
allenonwalkabout: “Hurry up! Do your business so we can get back to your beating!”
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!”
Countess Demereaux enjoyed a longstanding tradition at Her estate. Every Christmas She would have Her vast staff of servants and their children assemble around the elaborately decorated tree. One by one, each servant nervously sent their child forward.
Go on. I’ll give you sixty seconds to convince Me to be a vegan. Kneel here and give it your best shot. But if I’m not convinced…I’ll take sixty seconds ‘explaining’ why you never kneel in front of a girl wearing
Bad enough I have to see them and their disgusting, filthy little spawn littering the curbs outside My favorite hotel. But when they dare speak to Me. Or worse…reach out and try to touch Me?? Begging for handouts?? If they’re not going to
“What do you mean…they have to be released to go to school?? So they can grow up to be productive and outstanding citizens??? The scum work in MY factory you idiot! They live there and they’ll die there! And hopefully not before
All are created equal? Really?? If so, thank goodness that absurdity has a delightful way of straightening itself out! Wealth, beauty, power and privilege belong in the hands of those capable of exploiting it. Every lower form exists simply for Her
I have an appetite for destruction. And the boots to go with it!
queen-lucia: randdwalkerr: Love this. Beautiful outfit, inspired combination of colours and themes… “Want a walk at the snow, boy?”*giggles* Winter! It opens up such delightful opportunities!
My friend Elizabeth informed Me over lunch today that she’s going vegan! No meat. Just fabrics. Even plastic shoes! Sigh…what brought that on?? Some pang of conscience? Sympathy?? Well not to worry My dear . I’m perfectly capable
I embrace and lavish in conspicuous consumption. It’s what We do! When You’re rich…and powerful…You can have anything You want. Maybe even a few things you didn’t even know You wanted! The Balmain leather jacket? .
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Among the vast staff of servants at the Richilieu Estate, it is well known that the ‘Better’ to most fear is the Daughter. While the Count and Countess have embraced the staff as near family and treat them with kindness and even a modicum
Whenever I vacation in some fabulous destination I always stay in the Presidential Suite of the most exclusive properties. And I ALWAYS make it a point to order from room service. Sometimes three or four times a day. I order practically everything offered
growlbadkitty: Yes, you will, slut boi. 💋
Slave Man’s Induction: Brutal First Whipping
Amused… Enjoying a latte and croissant at My favorite little bistro. And I thought to Myself… “What this morning needs is a little entertainment.” So I beckoned the patrolman standing nearby, pointed to a random vagrant up the
I just love when the arctic fronts roll in this time of year. I take a warm bath, slip into some lingerie and one of My furs, snuggle into the heated leather seats of the Rolls and have My chauffeur drive Me down to where the homeless ‘live’.
End of the year. My accountant reviewed the financials for My three factories in India and Thailand. Funny thing…I spent more on this bag and shoes than I did on medical for all seven hundred plus in My employ! It’s all about learning to
If you’re going to beat them until the blood puddles beneath them on the dungeon floor, it only makes sense to wear something that rinses easily. The ‘splatter’ can ruin a perfectly good outfit!
A nostalgic shot. An antiquated device…long since removed. I now deposit all of My precious waste directly into the eager mouths of My starving trio of slaves. It was a climb at first for them. I would allow them five minutes to consume and
Objectified Men Serve as Public Urinals
fur-fetish: A fur hammock?A fur hammock? Why not? We’ve talked about all the other uses for fur, fur coats, fur wraps, fur throws, fur boas, so why not some, well, unorthodox uses for fur. I think you’d agree that a fur hammock certainly makes the