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Mistress Dometria promised to break this slave in gently. Never trust a sadistic mistress.
Two sadistic lesbians warned him if he falls to the ground, they will face fuck him and crush his balls. They did.
Cornered and busted by an angry wife. Don’t fuck with sadistic bitches!
masodorei: apparitionofafemale: :) The pleasure this drawing brings me. Always loved this image. She is so cruel, and obviously a true sadist enjoying her work here. It seems extreme.. and I have perhaps never been taken this far by a domme..but I
captioned-femdom-e-motions: start counting It’s commonly said that anything gets old after a while. But it would take a LONG WHILE for this to get old! My arm would give out first.
The look of an evil mind at work. What to do with this tied up bundle of sh-t laying on the floor before Me?hmmm…..I think I’ll put these nice sharp metal toes to work first. Soften it up.Then let these very sturdy and sharp heels take over
Mmmmmmmmmm…I just can’t explain why seeing you in such agony and abject misery just makes Me so deliriously happy slave. Why I get so much pleasure in seeing you like this and in making you suffer. How I get such a creative rush out of conco
“Just checking on you. Still alive I see. The cold and damp haven’t done their work yet. Sigh…just as well. I wanted to get one more good beating in on you before you left us anyway! I’m in a bit of a mood. You might not
Crawl you pathetic little shit! your Goddess has needs. The need to beat you like a drum, kick you like a dog and walk all over the trembling pile of what’s left until I’m standing in puddles of your blood and tears. you haven’t heale
Winter brings with it many challenges. But with challenges come opportunities! Like…how can I make these slovenly, disgusting things’ pitiful existence any more agonizing? An excellent start…don’t you think?
See what you’re missing slave! I’ll bet you had no idea…given your limited perspective. No wonder you can’t sit for weeks when I’ve finished with you!
I enjoy this quiet time…enjoying a cig…watching you just hang there, twisting. Listening to your labored breathing and the occasional faint moan. No doubt your little brain is contemplating what I might have in store for you this evening.
slave-759432: No rights for males “Please Princess, I’m begging you, have mercy on me. Please Princess, no more.” The slave father begs with tears filling his eyes. “Shut up bitch, I can’t believe you got sent home from work early, BECAUSE
I don’t know what to do to you first. But be assured…before this night is through, I’ll have done them ALL!
WELL! They’re not going to lick themselves clean. ARE THEY??? Down! NOW!
“No no husband! No need to change. I called the neighbors and cancelled our plans for dinner out this evening. My new whip arrived today, and as you can see, I’m VERY anxious to break it in. And I knew it would take ALL evening to do so
A newly acquired one, fresh from the slave markets. Just look at it! Smooth, virginal. Not a mark on it. No fractures. It’s probably never even been violated. That almost angers Me were it not for the fact I LOVE being the One who introduces
you think you have something to cry about now? Wait til I really bear down and start pulling! Gawd I LOVE hearing you scream!
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
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,
(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
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
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
Covered head to toe in skintight leather, I await your arrival. Leather tipped fingers drumming out a beat as I plot your demise. your agony will be legendary!
The wedding was beautiful. The honeymoon in Aruba was sublime. But…now that you’ve carried Me across the threshold of My new home, I need to explain to you the way things are going to be. you have no choice in the matter and it will be infin
Hmmmmmmm…. How are you holding up My piglet? you seem a little stressed! Hahahahahaha I, on the other hand can feel the stress just melting away every time I bring the whip down on you. I have a lot of it to work off. So you had best ‘co
What’s better than leaving your possession bound like this all evening while You go out for a night of drinks and clubbing with the Girls? Why…flipping him over on his back when You get home and standing on his shoulders! Talk about screams
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.
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
Dammit! There’s a bug on the surface of the pool! Bring the pool boy to Me NOW! Tie him down here on the pool deck. I’m going to show him what happens to bugs!
In the New Order, all males are naked and vulnerable. It’s not unusual to see a Lady dragging him along a busy street at the end of Her leash. he kneels quietly by Her side, awaiting any order…ready to offer himself for service to or abuse
To the talented and decadent genius who designed these beautiful boots with such lethally sharp toes and heels…I say Bravo! My husband on the other hand…well…he’s not saying ANYTHING! (he’s far too busy trying to find
(via Gynarchic Retribution Centers) Oh MY! Talk about My dream job! Imaginee waking up each work day and looking forward to beating and torturing males senseless. And with such few restrictions! Hey, let’s face it…I would HAVE to keep
“Hmmmmmm… What do you think of that one Leslie? The one hanging around the bronze over there.” “Mmmm…looks a little older than Our ‘usual’. Think he can last a while? I hate it when they crumble after a few
You’re the new hire at the firm. Easy on the eye, such as you are, you’re immediately noticed by the Female employees. Some subtle flirtations. A sideways glance here or there. Then…Friday afternoon, they invite you to join them
Always there. Always ready. Should I need something to drink in the middle of the night. Or perhaps relieve Myself without getting up. it may moan softly if it endured a beating that night. Or I might hear a little jangle of it’s chain as it
(via Male Slave Crawls Across Gravel Walk) Perfection in the training of these sometimes clueless, sometimes headstrong animals. Certainly, twenty or so swift kicks to it’s balls could have been administered immediately, but this delayed punishme
It’s said that a vampire rises from Her sleep with an insatiable desire to ‘feed’. I too have insatiable desires. The desire to nurture My entitlement, My privilege and feed the intoxicating power rush I’ve felt ever since My
Special ‘activities’ have special needs. Caning…for instance. My caning sessions go on for hours. With a break now and then to fix a drink, nibble on a bite, photograph My developing masterpiece. But even at an easy pace replete
Click? Or BANG? Click! Congratulations! you’ve earned three more minutes to TRY to fumble your way through bringing Me to orgasm. That’s four clicks down though. you’re REALLY running out of time!
Pick your poison. If you don’t choose…I’ll just choose for you.
I was approached several years ago by a black slave seeking racial domination. I was hesitant at first. So politically incorrect you know! But I finally agreed and WOW did I love it. I love to get into a role and really bring the drama. Oh the words
Some days… When I see you straining at the noose, your tiptoes sliding and slipping on the melting block of ice, your panic filled attempts to breathe…I feel such pride, such joy, such exhilaration! Other days…I feel…Nothing.
Would you put in a bit more effort? If I told you…you won’t survive the consequences of anything less than perfection?
All that screaming! Some days I love it! Some days it just gives Me a headache.
males aren’t totally useless. A male designed these lovely boots that hug My legs. A male, no doubt, dropped the sledge on the beast that donated it’s skin to fashion them. A male toiled and toiled in his mundane little job to kneel and
This new Baby Cam app is perfect for checking in on Our slave darling. Haha…look! I left him hanging by his balls with a giant pillar candle dripping onto them! The little shit must be in so much pain. I love it! Here, I’ll turn up
Crawl faster maggot! I want to introduce you to your new ‘forever home’.
(via Compact, Wheeled Punishment Cage) Genius at work! can you imagine the agony and suffering after just an hour or two? Now imagine a day or two! Denied even the privilege of relieving itself. i love how it must balance its feet on the square
“What’s the matter little brother? Not happy to see Me? Awww, what a bummer for you! Big sister is home from college and Mum is away on holiday in Milan. Sooooo, I have you all to Myself! College has been fun, but I REALLy have missed
How My mount shows its appreciation for each jab of the spur and each lash from the whip during the nearly two hours I rode it without break in the blazing sun. Three times it collapsed…feigning exhaustion. Yet three times, the boot got it back
Getting all settled in for a nice evening of binge watching that new series everyone’s buzzing about. And you know, even a good thing can be made better if I know you’re in agony and suffering mightily beneath My spikes the entire time!
The sooner you finish…the sooner I stop fucking and beating you!
Sometimes there’s just that little ornery piece of skin that just seems to stick to My heel. It wouldn’t matter…but I DID just have the car detailed.
The simple bad luck of being born male into a world of absolute Female supremacy. Even a Mother’s own is held in contempt and disdain and is ultimately just more fodder for sadistic enjoyment.
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
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
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!
Damn! I missed it’s brain. Sigh…I’ll do better on the next one. Practice DOES make perfect.
you’re a rich little boy. Aren’t you! Raised just so. Taught all the proper manners. Always deport yourself appropriately. I bet your mother even had one of those proper debutantes all picked out for you to marry someday. Carry on all the