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slave2womyn: //“I love being a woman. I love the sexiness we get to exude. But the best thing about being a woman is the power we have over men.”// – Eva Longoria

slave2womyn: //“I love being a woman. I love the sexiness we get to exude. But the best thing about being a woman is the power we have over men.”// — Eva Longoria

slave2womyn: You can’t resist Lady Gaga’s power over you. Nope.

Kick them til they collapse to the ground.Then pin them under Your heel and beat them. Its the natural order. Any questions??

There is a magical moment when….you stop concerning Yourself with hurting them…treating them like a human being. When you realize that these things can take an incredible amount of abuse and torture…and just how much fun and how delic

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

“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.”

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,

“Hmmmm, I just don’t feel like changing tonight. I’ll just go kick the bad guys teeth in wearing what I have on.”

goddessheathen: Crave to worship a Goddess? Warm up is over. Time to slit this pig open and watch it bleed.

“This is all fine and proper. But it’s not going to change a thing. The pig’s fate is sealed. It will be beaten until it’s a drooling, mindless vegetable. Just because I can!”

The most useless ‘things’ on the planet. They can’t be skinned to make shoes and boots for Us. They have no fur to rip from their bodies to fashion soft, warm and beautiful coats, blankets and hats for Us. They smell, are covered

males should routinely be beaten bloody. An excellent example of a routine, recreational beating. No offense has been committed other than the obvious one of having been born a male, which alone justifies any and all abuse the Female Owner may choose

“I have a very good security system around the compound. Fences, barbed wire, video surveillance. Even so, these fools try to escape now and again. Is it the horniness from their enforced chastity that drives them? Is it the 20 hour days of hard

Proper protocol…so very important. The beautiful boots that are about to walk all over you and rip you to shreds must be worshipped reverently both before the beating, as a show of respect and resignation to your fate…and afterward…a

mistress-scarlet-captions: mouth soaping and cold shower. Proper discipline.https://msscarletuk.wordpress.com/ And yet you still adore Me. Even after such well deserved abuse. I just love how the simple male submissive mind works!

Take note males of the species. If you see Me out, walking back from the Starbucks, don’t think you can ogle and whistle at Me. A snap of My fingers and My bodyguards will be on you in a flash! I know you didn’t expect to visit My flat this

“Reginald… Divert the Bentley down 73rd. You know, the area beneath the bridge. Where all the bums huddle to try to stay dry and warm. I want to see if My ex is still living down there.” minutes pass… “Mmmmmmmmmmm&hell

No…don’t stop. Just keep punching him while I masturbate. I’m loving the show. I’ll take over when I’m closer to climaxing.

Welcome to your new home. you’ll spend most of your nights here. Oh, and when I’m away of course! I’m told it makes you animals feel more safe and secure to be confined like this. All the creature comforts an animal like you should need.

A true Lady knows how to make good use of otherwise useless things

The hierarchy. So obvious!

Another tale from the New World Order… “Dear diary, An exciting and important step today in My growth as a Superior in the New Femdom Gynarchy. I recorded My first kill. The first of what will no doubt be many as I grow and embrace My

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!

I put away her baby shoes. Now, She is a beautiful, powerful and privileged Female. She has fully embraced Her birthright. To celebrate Her first kill, I had the shoe bronzed. A permanent reminder of the power She now possesses.

I spared a couple of them…just for the delicious irony of it. Now…they cower and crawl to lick My shoes when I enter the room. It’s almost as if they know…

Beauty, confidence, power. They can drive the most boorish of chauvinists to his knees. The crop and stilettos will do their work swiftly. Soon he will be a sobbing pile of blind obedience, compliance and devotion. It’s the natural order. Resign

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

Hmmmm, Another new pool boy. This one will look good on My floor! After I’ve used him for My pleasure and then… Well, you know. That whole black widow thing!

I don’t wear cotton. I don’t wear synthetics. I don’t wear wool…it scratches My soft golden skin. I only wear leather….or fur. I like to feel skin against My skin. I love the feel, the smell…how it mixes with

Nothing but leather will do My pet. Bring your face close. Don’t move, remain still…inches away…and just stare at it. Now, put your nose there, right between My perfect cheeks. Breathe deeply. Press in, in to where you can’

Intense, systematic, relentless. If you want to see them cower in the corner, crying and trembling at the mere sight of you, or at the sound of Your heel tips on the hard floor… A joy like that doesn’t just happen on it’s own! It

(via Excess Male Slaves Sold for Bargain Prices) I could never take a pass on such a bargain. the thought of a world where surplus males, albeit a bit damaged, were available at bargain prices for ‘experimentation’??? Like… How

Hmmmm… Daddy said he was having a maintenance man from his building come up to look at the door to Our penthouse this morning. It’s been sticking. And so I wait…and anticipate. I always dress like this when I know one’s coming. he’ll waddle

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

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

So? What have you brought Me?? Mmmmmmm…. Excellent!

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

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

The full moon. Careful… It brings out the creatures of the night. you may only hear the faint echo of a spiked heel on the stone pavement. Savor it. The last sound you will hear.

Everything has its place. We certainly know Ours! And now, you know your’s. Down with the animals and the insects!

The ritual… A long hot bath. A cocktail or two. Slither into something black, gleaming, tight, dangerous. Stand before the mirror. Drink in the awe of it all. Feel the power wash over Me. Take up My spot. Down in the bowels of the city.

Proper ‘power dressing’ for the workplace. Classy, elegant. Most important… I’m ALWAYS taken seriously and I ALWAYS get exactly what I want!

Adorned in the spoils of suffering and ready to bring more. Tenfold!

Look! Their skins fit ME better than they did the lambs they came from! And none of that dirty, unkempt wool! Just sleek, shiny and buttery soft. Making beauty from the beasts! So ‘right’.

I’ll raise the hood. You’ll see Me and stop. Maybe you’ll get lucky? Or maybe…when you’re on the ground checking under the car for that mysterious noise I described… you feel something sharp and pointed slam

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.

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

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

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!

Hmmmm…look at it. So relaxed and content. As if cleaning My shoes was all I had in store for it! Poor idiot! Looking down and seeing My gorgeous heels framed by the ugly face of an inferior just gets all My power revving and My sadistic juices

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

Don’t they all look so nice? My household staff of well over one hundred. All standing at attention…straight as little arrows. Heads bowed reverently…not a noise to be heard. I could just sit here and stare for hours. Waiting for

Celebrate Your dominity.And Ladies…when You stand atop the food chain…wear Your sharpest stilettos. Dig and twist. Listen for the cries. Everything will feel even softer. Promise!

“Dearest Mother,Just a quick note from Milan. The latest stop on My ‘study abroad’ fling through Europe. Such a beautiful and fashionable city. (laughing)…They tried to put Me in a tiny dorm room with no air conditioning. Just

Ahhhh…good afternoon My little pet. Ive come to check on you again!Poor baby! you look so miserable all staked down there on the roof of this abandoned warehouse. Whats the matter?? No low flying planes come by? To spot you and call in a rescue?

An innocent advertisement you read in the local newspaper…“Young French student visiting. Desires a photographer…professional or talented amateur…for location shoots around Budapest. Fee negotiable.”You answer, agreeing

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