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chirenon: Billy Becomes a Covenant-Boy (Part1):  Billy has joined a popular new group for straight couples that emphasizes total male submission to female dominion.  His friends are aghast that he’s given up clothing and must remain continuously
And She shall have dominion over the lower creatures of the earth.
The hierarchy. So obvious!
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
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
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
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
Once you realize they’re not even human…just some lab rat and nothing more…it really takes the shackles off Our sadistic imagination. They’ll beg for death. And We won’t even give them That!
Look at them. Built for a purpose. So obvious! If you’re not going to hurt…or worse… someone…some…thing… WHY even slide them on? Would you buy a Ferrari…and just drive it twenty miles per hour? To&hel
female-animals: domesticated-petgirls: A pet’s first day in the Dominion…. Your Pet can experience this. It helps reinforce their true status and condition. Is it allowed to struggle like that?
Another wonderful year draws to a close. Trips to Milan, Paris and two months at the summer house outside Barcelona. Twenty seven new sumptuous furs for the wardrobe. Canned hunting adventures in Africa and Iceland. The Manhattan penthouse expanded and
In the New World Oder of Female dominion, Ladies often wear next to nothing under a jacket. Something alluring and that will offer unfettered access should She choose to use an available male for Her pleasure. And…of course, a lethal pair of
Put them down on all fours, and it becomes even more obvious. They’re simply animals. And I’m notoriously hard on My animals.
Do I look angry? Annoyed? I was called from the school and informed My ‘son’ was a finalist for the 'Outstanding Student Award’ to be presented this morning. Was I proud? Excited? Hardly! The little 'accident of birth’ is
Me Tarzan…you Jane. Blah blah blah! I get it! So what? So let ME explain…King of the Apes… you wear the loincloth. I wear the heels! That means you better be on your knees…chin on the floor…in three seconds!
Slay the dragon. Skin the dragon. Wear the dragon. Be…the dragon!
In the New World Order of Absolute Female Dominion, young males are sent to special indoctrination centers where very enough traditional ‘schooling’ is provided to make them functional. The thrust of the mission however is to break them of
Things are so much more peaceful and orderly here in My village since WE took over rule and instituted the New Order. I’m free to roam casually down the streets and paths. Every male instinctively falls prostrate, nose to the ground, at the mere
(via Female Supremacy: Men Exist Only to Serve Women) They’re also useful as trash receptacles and ashtrays. if they become clogged, they’re simply replaced like any other garbage disposal.
Just four more steps to go. And…My foot had better not touch that pavement. See how fast you can move slave. A face, a chest, and back…at least!
Let’s play a game. you like games don’t you? Let’s play…Guess The Donor! Because you KNOW how I abhor synthetics! Mmmmmmmm… I can remember that day so clearly. My bloodlust was in overdrive. I just couldn’t
Soooooo darling…what shall We do to this wretched piece of shit today? I’ll admit…I’m fresh out of ideas. I though he’d surely be dead by this morning. Take his plastic away…lay him down in the snow…kick
So insignificant. So disposable. male children are neither prized or coveted in the New World Order. When Mothers turn their fate over to the Daughters, their lifespan is often painfully short.
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
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.
xxx
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!
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
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
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
Stop fighting it males. Just accept it. Embrace it. Its happening. With or without your approval.
This one is willful. Pulled up on Me at two obstacles yesterday. Even under the heavy whip…it balked. Today will be different. I’ll bring My ‘A Game’. And…the boots to go with it!
I know. So blue collar. So outside My standards. But…I haven’t enjoyed a good kill in nearly a week. And I have the withdrawal shakes. After all, it’s not like I’m wanting to bond. They all snap. They all crunch. They
A chaotic and unruly world. It would be an orderly and well mannered one under the powerful heels of Female Dominion. It’s there for the taking Ladies. The power to seduce, entrap, enslave and rule! Feel it wash over you every time you slither
In the future world of Absolute Female Dominion, Ladies of means often escape for a weekend to one of the distant conquered planets to which males have been exiled. They hunt down the defenseless men out in the wasteland, equipped with all the latest
I swear on My seven dear departed ex-husband’s souls… IF My hand has to touch that door handle… YOU’LL spend the rest of your life in traction! Or…become Number eight!
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
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
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!
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
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
When you’re feeling that urge…the urge to once again harvest a new crop of misery, suffering and death…adorn Yourself in the finest skins of the slaughtered. Unleash all hell. Stack the bodies high. Then perch yourself atop them. Makes
Wear it. Lounge on it. Walk on it…and sink those heels into it. Embrace Your dominion. It’s there for the taking. So take and take and take…until there’s nothing left to take.
Painting armor was a workout
From my October Stream SaleCommission for AshecroftDespite the beautiful splendor of the jungle she held dominion, boredom was often commonplace for the Naga Ariel. Her thralls, both male and female, were her treasures but yet Ariel always desired more.
