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Ironic how such a powerful body becomes powerless and compliant under the sadistic mind and heel of the Superior Female.

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

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 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.

How odd that you’re trembling from the cold. I’m as warm and comfortable as can be. Oh well, not My concern.

“What??? No homework to turn in AGAIN?? Alright Douglas, on your knees here at My feet. Pants and underpants off. Lean over the desk.” (‘These little shits are all about to learn what happens when they show a Female disrespect. The

Punishment horses are a popular home furnishing in many Gynarchic societies. Residing in a small apartment this Domme Owner chose the smallest model.Being an intensely sadistic woman the horse is for recreation. It serves the purpose her dungeon will

slave-759432: No rights for males In True Utopia the women beat and abuse their property till they feel like stopping, not when a male slave wants it to stop. Say no to safe words a abuse on. The only future is female supremacy, and male slavery.

A male’s proper place. Pinned like an insect beneath the cruel spiked heels of it’s merciless Owner. The ONE thing you can do better than a cockroach is cry, whimper, groan. So when She digs, twists, drags and rocks back on those beautiful spikes,

captioned-femdom-e-motions: have to Believe Me dear…ripping it off when I’m done with you is the LEAST of your worries.

Full leather. So primal. So beautiful. Speaks so precisely to the character and attitude of the Goddess who wears it.

Fighting off a headache. The stress of so many choice I suppose. I tell you…spending up every last penny of your fortune and kicking you like a bum to the curb can be exhausting. I’m flying off to that little Spa in Geneva for a week of

(via Male Slave Reformatorium) OHHHHH, how do i get a gig working as one of the Officers here??? talk about the gig of a lifetime…and im so well suited!

My absolute all time favorite work of erotic art. The ultimate scene of Female Sadism. Watching Her bring Herself to orgasm while Her companion shoots arrow after arrow into the staked down slave just says it all. Is there anything more erotic than

C'mon little brother! I know your knees are broken and bloody…but try to keep up! you need to move beyond the pain and perform your duties…one of which is to crawl behind Me with all of My packages in your little doggy mouth. Hahahahaha

Makes One wonder WHY Women tolerated life in a male dominated society for so long. It’s so obvious Who is Superior. Who holds the power. Who is so much more suited to rule and rule ruthlessly. Look at the pasty, fat, pudgy and hairy slug shackled

Hit and Run?? Oh I don’t think so. Run?… and miss out on this fun. Hell no! Theres no law against running down slaves on the loose in the New World Order. And theres no need to rush things along. I’ll finish him off eventually.

You saw this vision seven blocks back, waiting to cross the intersection. You were transfixed. Alarmed that this beautiful, confident Female would dress so powerfully, so outrageously out on the busy downtown on a weekday afternoon. You blew off the

Under female supremacy, male demeanor is reverent, humble and obedient. Any seeming lapse in humility is punished. Mistress Owners are individualistic. Each perfects methods for assuring male compliance to the required proprieties. The Mistress Owner

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,

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

When the common muscle guys just can’t seem to break down the stooge and make him talk… Its best to have a secret weapon on your side. Its easy to see…She LOVES Her work!

Coach Ballbreaker was brought in to turn the program around. All but thirteen had quit after the two hours of wind sprints under the blazing sun. They would endure endless hours of that and more in the weeks to come. But…they would finally win!

That a boy! Keep working that upper body so you can fill out those tight shirts and impress your pals. I’ll just concentrate on the lower body. I know where the Real power in this world lies!

you come to finally. Groggy…confused. you try to move but can’t. Your chained tight to bolts in the floor. your left eye is swollen near shut and your other sees only through a haze. your lip is split open. your nose feels broken&hellip

Aren’t they just gorgeous? Fresh from the custom bootmaker. Lusciously long…all the way to My crotch. The perfect sculpted classic stiletto heels I specified. Even the finest skins that I personally selected. When I smell them, feel their

Don’t delude yourself . We don’t dress to please you or turn you on. When I slither into tight leather, slide My feet down into a nice pair of Louboutin spikes, and stand in the mirror, I do it for ME! I’m like the ancient warrior

“Well well…welcome back. enjoy your nap?? NOW, get the fuck back in position! I’m not even close to being done with beating you. And you’ll pay dearly for passing out and interrupting My fun!”

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.

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

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

Hard to believe these creatures once ruled. I mean…it’s obvious where they belong! Could anything look more perfect?

My own special version of Russian Roulette. The animal gets all the turns! When I want it to move from My toes…to the back of My knee…or to the inner thigh…or to My very swollen ‘clit’, I just pull back on the trigger.

Superman had his cape. Batman had his tricked out car. Thor had his hammer. Well I have something too! And when I step into them…woe be to anyone or anything that gets in My way!

Let’s give a hand to the ‘donor class’ who keep Me looking beautiful. you died for a worthy cause! Hahahahahahaha…..

I adore taking My property out for a night on the town. I love people’s reactions. Children stare…and parents admonish them. Some laugh nervously. Teenagers usually snicker. The women? Well they stare as well. Then they look at their

The perfect Warrior Shoes?? Menacing, beautiful, alluring, deadly.

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.

The power to entice. The power to seduce. The power to control. The power to rule. It’s all right there. At the end of two perfectly shaped and powerful legs. They’ll grovel at your feet. It’s what they’re born to do. So best

Crawl faster maggot! I want to introduce you to your new ‘forever home’.

youngdominatrix: JOIN EUROPE’S LARGEST AMATEUR COMMUNITY - MYDIRTYHOBBY! This one shows the marks of ownership. The telltale scars, scrapes and heel marks all over that wonderfully vulnerable skinny body. The grey toned grime on the chest that shows

anonimon666: Get use to. I adore kicking these low life’s til they’re writhing on the floor. And why stop there?

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

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!

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

There is nothing more powerful than the Female who knows and embraces the power of Her beauty!

Look at this stupid animal. Trying so hard to please Me. To win My approval. I told him that IF he did a VERY good job of worshipping My heels…that I wouldn’t use them on him. laughing…all this kissing, moaning and licking only

The Utopia of Female Rule. See any men around? What? No leering or whistling construction workers? They’ve all been rounded up. Neutered, eliminated or safely chained and caged facing a short lifetime of forced labor. Finally…

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.

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

Whatever end of this view you find yourself on…you must admit, The view…is intoxicating.

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.

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

A new day at My club in Sao Paulo. The van will arrive in moments. Full of ‘new acquisitions’ brought in from God knows where…to WORK…in the club. Papa taught Me the value of making a good first impression. Sets the tone

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

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

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.

Happy times…A strong, wealthy and powerful man. And yet completely servile and uncompromising in its devotion.“NO LIPS, NO TONGUE!! Just breathe. Deep. Get your ugly little snout right into the arch and breathe deeply.”Hahahaha…I

So…here is the way the game is played. A 20x20 room. Locked door. No windows.I set the timer. Five minutes.On ‘GO’…you try to escape Me. And I…try to kill you.The rules? Just one. There are no rules.Good luck!GO!!

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