Trans Domina Mistress Divinyl (mistressdivinyl.tumblr.com)
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These things only purpose is to suffer, work til collapse and pleasure if called upon for that privilege.In a moment, I will stand and bear down My full weight on those tiny heel tips and drive them through flesh, tendon and bone as I’m serenaded by
Legs, legs and more legs. All of Me!
You’ll see Me hanging round the elevator at finer establishments everywhere. Just drop down on your knees and say ‘Hi’!
You are absolutely stunning
Chair, rug, soccer ball…as long as they’re where they belong…beneath Me. Yes, this is ME!
Just Me, chilling at a favorite restaurant.
Coming soon on every block of your town. We have to find something to do with these ‘things’. There’s so…too…damned many of them!
That moment, that look on Her face, that tells you She realizes your project report is pure trash. That sick feeling in the pit of your stomach grows, as you realize the coming weeks will be filled with late hours, behind closed doors, being ‘train
It’s only proper every morning, when I slide into My thousand dollar Jimmy Choo’s, that My first steps should be across the skin of a conquered beast.
If these things had fur, maybe their lot in life would be simpler. Certainly their suffering would be shorter. But…as there only benefit to Me is to suffer and entertain, the agony will be ruthless and never ending.
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!
Just keeping it ‘real’.
Off to My First day of teaching at the Berkshire Reform School. The Board fully subscribes to traditional methods including the liberal use of corporal punishment and discipline to maintain order in the classroom. I fully concur. Many an errant boy will
How odd that you’re trembling from the cold. I’m as warm and comfortable as can be. Oh well, not My concern.
We’ve come so far Ladies. Decades ago We wouldn’t wear boots like this. We certainly wouldn’t hop into the chair for a shine. Progress marches on. Some day, the male will be naked and chained to his station, whether at a busy airport,
I’m a very successful woman and therefore quite busy. But never TOO busy to stop and crush any little creature unlucky enough to cross My path. You have to ‘stop and smell the roses’ after all.
sunia666: Maksymalnie zeszmacone jądra, cudownie <3
womenrapingmen: The date rape drug works on men too. Lane slipped one into her boss’s drink at the bar. He woke up tied up. She then proceeded to pile drive him and verbally abuse him. Her favorite part was when he started crying . After raping him,
Just a fun shot of Me on vacation. All was well until this thing showed up!
“Bring My punishment Spurs! And the thorn whip. Saddle up the pony in stall 12.” Annoyed… “YES, I know it’s leg is still fractured. I want to test its mettle. Full gallop it up and down the sheer rock formation at the
What do all of these incredibly sexy pics have in common? They’re all boys! And how does that make you feel? Disgusted? Enraged? Or… Drive you to your knees, open your mouth, clasp your hands in the praying position and HOPE any of
When I’ve spent all afternoon getting Myself perfect, and I’m in My newest dress and fur, I can’t break a sweat. Not before attending the soirée at My friend’s villa. So I just have a slave brought before Me and I sit back, relax,
“Alright Margot. it’s not going anywhere now! So do your thing. Break every f-Ing rib. Both sides. Then we’ll take a nice walk around on the quivering pile of what’s left.”
Hmmmmmm, well it appears all your chores have been completed. And…you were here in the proper position when I entered. But…. I still think I’m going to chain you to the tree outside. The one right there out the picture window.
I ride it to exhaustion, then snap it’s head back, and exercise the finer, more subtle ‘points’ of My dominance over the lower creatures. It’s not size, but 'attitude’ that wins the day.
Picture of me from last week. (Just so you know it’s not some pimply faced teen living in his Mom’s basement writing all this stuff!). Lol
Shit! Spun out in the last turn and lost the race. What a day from hell! Good thing I have YOU, miserable little bootlicking piece of shit! Hurry up! Get the truck and load up My bike. I can’t wait to get home, hang you up and beat you like a
“Hahahaha…did you actually just ask for mercy?? Take a look fool! Ask the dozens and dozens of little furry vermin who gave it up to make us beautiful about our ‘mercy’.
Whether they’re trapped and skinned to fashion into something warm and beautiful, or simply drug around and abused in public for My amusement, all the lower forms of life eventually find their place of service to Me.
“Oh I think we’re WAY past the issue of whether I get an A in this course now Mr. Plimpton! Now we’re at the point where I have to decide how long and how hard I cane you IF I find one speck of dirt on those pumps you’re licking
“Did I mention how much I love you vegetarians and vegans? Haha…leaves more to be slaughtered and skinned for ME!”
“Right where I left you this morning I see! Hahaha. Did you miss Me?? Look at you hanging there and not a mark on you. God how that just enrages Me. Any male privileged to be in My presence should be sweating, crying and bleeding. Well I’l
“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
A pic like this makes a male feel one of two ways. Either you say DAMN and saunter over and toss Me your best lines in hopes or… you keep your mouth shut, crawl to Me on your stomach and bathe My shoes in kisses, hoping I don’t kick your
“Prove to Me that you serve SOME useful purpose pig! Otherwise I’ll just stand on your throat til the band finishes this set and move on to the next candidate”.
Get it?
“I tried staying out of the mess and just leave the settlement up to the lawyers to sort out. But I was losing ground. My worm of a ‘husband’ apparently found a spine and was scoring points. This was wreaking havoc with My goal of drain
dominantfemales: Good morning! Nothing feels as good as it does when You’re inflicting pain on another while enjoying the attention!
I love the thought and ingenuity behind this lovely device. Well thought out. And just look at the perfectly helpless position it leaves him in for a nice interlude of severe ball kicking! Cigarettes to the nipples! Salt rubbed in the eyes! And what
captioned-femdom-e-motions: memorable I literally could do this to exhaustion! The screams and cries would spur Me on to My ‘second wind’.
femdomgames: To make him stand completely still while you whip him, tie his balls off to either side using a rope. Sudden movements in any direction will only inflict more pain. And you just can’t have enough pain!
A power washes over Me when I slip My long legs into a gleaming pair of stiletto heels. Will I simply step out into the night, strut a bit and drink in the admiring glances. Or….will I find someone to submit to My…to THEIR….power?
I pause…and circle back around in front of him. I lift his tear filled face to meet My gaze. I squeeze his face, contorting it, with My leather covered fingers. I’ve been beating him for maybe five minutes.he welcomes the interruption.
Hailing My ‘victim du jour’. I’ll dress like this and wait…not long…until they’re practically wrecking their cab to get to Me. Then I’ll have them drive Me to a remote abandoned warehouse where My goons will
“I spent more on this outfit than I pay My housekeeper in a year. Well…she can dream while she’s ironing My blouse and polishing My shoes. Some of us are born to privilege. Others are born to serve us!”
Well! Get busy hag! They’re not going to shine themselves. And they better be perfect!
Do I REALLY look like I’ll take No for an answer? Now…get on your knees or bend over the chair. I really don’t care which. I WILL be satisfied!
This isn’t play. This isn’t a game. This isn’t ‘fun’. This is real. It’s the lot in life genetics handed you. Looking down at you, hearing your breathing, seeing the fear, the trembling…awakens primal urges in
“(laughing) That look on your face was priceless slave. When I told you I was going to use you in My daily workout. How I told you that kicking was such an excellent toning regimen for My legs. I asked you to choose…boots?…or pumps?
From the moment you hear the door creaking open and that first echoing strike of a steel heel against the stone floor you are filled with fear and dread. What task did you fail to complete to perfection? What misstep will you make. Which of Her endless
Clubs are the perfect lair for My nightly excursions. Dark, full of inebriated and horned up little victims. All I need do is slink into something that will get their feeble little brains…and cocks…all excited. Soon they will practically
“Inferior in every way, and therefore, fully deserving of whatever cruelty We choose to dispense upon it today. Soooo, what say you dear? Shall We give these new shoes a proper breaking in?
seek2: mistressdivinyl: The best part of waking up ISN’T Folgers in your cup. It’s a slave crawling to Me to tongue polish My shoes and lap,away reverently at My ass! A lovely “come hither” pose in the first frame to the last frame in which
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I just despise dirty soles. And there’s simply NO excuse for it when I have you around. Get busy!
Playing around with My photo editor
Thats Me friends.All dolled up, ready for a night of adventure.
Did I really look THAT helpless to you??? Maybe get some glasses, and pick a softer target! This isn’t going to let up til My boots are soaked with what’s left of you! You chose wrong, dirtbag!
She’s the little girl that bullied you in school. Pushed you down in the playground, ratted you out to the teacher, made fun of you with her girlfriends in the lunch room. Now she’s all grown up and guess what? She hasn’t changed. She&r
The simplest street outfit takes on a whole new dimension when a Lady slips on a pair of ‘Don’t fuck with Me heels’!