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A lady needs something to sit on..or…just rest Her feet on. Nice to know there is SOME purpose to your otherwise useless existence!
I love making My ‘point’. I’m told…im VERY persuasive!
Did I mention I LOVE inflicting pain? Does it show on My face??
Just a little shot of Me taken outside My fave local club last week. Ms D
I moved into My new ‘old house’ last week. At the closing, the previous owner nervously confided… “I’m so sorry…I didn’t tell you before…but we’ve had some problems with mice. I was afraid to tell
I shoot anything that moves. But not to kill. you know Me better than that! I just wanna slow them down! Hahahahahahaha….
you’re in church. MY church! So…get on your fucking knees!
Waiting to trip you as you go by. Because you know…when you hit the ground…your ass is Mine!
I have an insatiable appetite for destruction. And I haven’t ‘eaten’ in days. Don’t say you weren’t warned!
“Just kneel there. Be very still. I want to memorize you…in this moment. Beautiful. Well…in your own way. Not a mark on you. Sigh…soon, it will resemble a crime scene here. Always does. The pulse quickens. I hear that first
“Soooo…is that your casket pose? Haha…very appropriate. Because I’m holding nothing back today. I hope you mortician has a good reconstruction specialist!”
stuff-and-things-and-stuff: archivallolo83: whippingmistress: Full power caning by Mistress Jo. So impressive !! Impitoyable Maîtresse très dure ! Make us suffer. We deserve it. It’s all here Ladies and worms. A caning administered as it
Listening in mild amusement to one of My slaves stutter and stammer it’s way through a litany of excuses for not completing all the chores on its VERY long list. But soon amusement gives way to annoyance…then indignation. In a few beautifully violent
This soooooo belongs on ME! Don’t you agree??
I just adore leather. The look, the smell, the texture. The way it hugs My body and makes love to My feet and toes. I love that it doesn’t grow on a tree or get made in a lab. I love that it comes from a beast. For Me…the youngest. Their
When I mention a ‘male perspective’…THIS is what I’m talking about. NOT your fucking opinion!!
“Mmmmmmmmm….thats it! Last guest just left. Sooooooo….do We get to do that thing again with your little brother?” (laughing)…“Of course silly! I promised you didn’t I? Just remember…no matter how
“Oh hon…thats not the best part! They actually get up six days a week and go to ….ready?. WORK! "OMG! You mean like…at a factory or something? ” “Yes! And they make barely enough to stay alive!”
C'mon little brother! A nice big happy smile for Mum…way away in Europe for the summer. I need a nice pic to show how good care I’m taking of you. Preferably one with all your teeth and no broken nose or jaw! you know once we get home
“Gawd, here she comes. Crawling for her tip.” “Ugh…third world scum! Like I need that filth to HAND Me a towel! We can’t even have the powder room to Ourselves anymore without the damned do nothing attendant!”
Terribly expensive! I suppose the technology is so advanced they will remain so. But cheaper by the gross and inevitably a few will die in shipment. Unlike full grown slaves, they require little fuss or upkeep. A dozen or more can share close quarters
Fifty of My best from each. No safeword. No complaining. But screaming and crying are encouraged.
Touching is it not? It’s a ritual in play. A very time honored one. My gimp dreads the day I wear a pair of beautiful new boots for the first time. (laughing…) today…he began trembling and sobbing uncontrollably at the mere site
I just love submissives! So damned fun to manipulate and toy with. My little panting photographer today? Well I met him last night on a cruise ship. They had an Alt Lifestyle Mixer before dinner. He took quite a shine to Me. Flirting but extremely
I’m baaaaack! As you can see. Did you miss Me? More decadent posts to come!
Even in the new world order of absolute Female dominion, Lauren would occasionally come across a disrespectful boy. Missed in the endless roundups. Perhaps clueless to the new protocol. Failing to drop to his knees, daring to make eye contact. Sigh…there
The power to seduce. The power to control. The power to destroy. All at your feet My Ladies!
Meeting one of My kickboxing students outside class hours for some special tutoring. Face it…some just need it. They practically beg for it! The way their eyes never leave My feet as I stride around a class. The telltale bulges. They’re
I find…when trying to make a point…or get through to these lower creatures…that a nice long stand on their heads as I spew venomous derision and instructions…seems to get the point across more expeditiously.
Wasting money on exterminator and traps at My warehouse? So silly! When I’m perfectly capable of dealing with pests Myself.
Every night now…She feels the ache. Right around sunset. She is like a vampire thirstng for blood. An addict needing Her nightly fix. And the need, the desire, grows stronger and more obsessive each passing night. Ever since that one fateful
That sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach… When you know you’ve fucked up. And the Boss calls you in. And tells you to kneel quietly and wait until all the crew leaves.
Stop complaining!! DOWN, NOW!!! ON THE FLOOR! That’s it…lips pressed to My shoes. Mmmmmm those tears tickle! I like that. Now hold still. I want to feel your warm brains hit My FOOT when I pull the trigger!
I just adore the way he can’t keep his hand from shaking. Likely he remembers the last time. It’s amazing how easy it is to totally destroy a hand by driving My spiked heel down onto it thirty or forty times. But I DID warn him not to
Me…getting ready.
Just yours truly, Ms D. Hanging out this werkend.
modernfemdom: Smile, don’t you want to look good for your auction pictures? If i dont get โk for you, I swear I will sell you to an Arab to torture you.
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I’ve been waiting for Charlize Theron to star in a movie like this for way too long. Finally a character I can really relate to!
If you’re close enough to read this…well dear boy….sorry… it’s too damn late for you. Sorry for your pain. TRY to enjoy it!
This is Billy. Billy used to get picked on at school…because Billy looked effeminate. Then Billy discovered the joys of his sister’s closet…and how he totally rocks A pair of hot shorts and killer heels. Now Billy’s classmates
Another day. Time to go out and poke the cages, rip off some scabs, paint a few canvases, and dance through puddles of tears and crimson flow.
A marvel of engineering…or a masterpiece of art? Both I like to think. The power to inspire…to stir emotions. To beckon the viewer in, unleash the imagination. To study…and ponder. Unmatched in beauty. Exquisite architecture.
Game…set…match. you put up a valliant fight. But you lost. And now…to the Victor belongs the spoils. My favorite Part! Soooo…you know the game now. I am the racket…and you….are the Ball! And I NEVER lose
Whatever end of this view you find yourself on…you must admit, The view…is intoxicating.
Mirror mirror…on the wall… WHO is the most beautiful, powerful, cruel and sadistic one of all?? Mmmmmmmmmmm….haha, I thought so. Well a title is just a title. UNLESS…it’s put to good use. Sooooo….time to
Nothing stirs My sadism and stimulates Me like the feel of a squirming, sobbing and suffering body beneath My heels. The visual as I look down and see it pinned there helplessly. The feel of beautiful and deadly stilettos sinking into flesh, wobbling
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When I was first assigned to run the after school detention, the desks were full. Now…just one. One stupid, stubborn unfortunate who hasn’t gotten the message. No matter. He will have My FULL attention today. I love Teaching! Filling
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Communing with nature. The thrill of the hunt. What is My fancy today you ask? Anything dumb enough to share the mile or so surrounding Me.
you think that’s painful? you haven’t felt anything Yet! I’m not wearing rubber tires!!
Ohhh…I didn’t expect to see anyone down here this late. Ummmmm….can you tell Me? What’s the best way to get blood put of a shirt? A LOT of blood! I ummmmmm….got a little carried away. Ohhhh…..well…Sure!
Enjoying My trip to Saudi Arabia. NOW! Good lord…how many steel and glass monstrosities can one look at until One goes daff from the banality? Thank goodness My guide suggested a hunt. A canned hunt of course. I’m not traipsing across
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Hahahahaha… Hurry up little brother! Just a little further. Does the gravel hurt your bony little knees? Awwwwww….. MOVE IT you little shit!! I want all those packages brought into My dressing suite and My newest haul of luxury goods
Phillip…I’m sure you know why I’ve called you in here today. The sales report tells the sad tale. Another month of not meeting your quota. you’re bringing down the team. I know you remember how this goes…from last time.
Power, cruelty, dominion, privilege. Such an addictive and intoxicating combination. Just pulling on the boots…hearing that zipper glide along as it hugs the soft leather to My leg…lights the fuse. “FETCH MY DRESSAGE WHIP…AND
Funny how some things never change. Well almost never. Billy and I used to play dodge ball and ride our bikes on great adventures as little kids. Best of pals. Then My family moved away. But now…ten years later…I’m back. But
