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My New Favorite Thing

Dominatrix Ballet Shoes

Dominatrix Ballet Shoes

These classic Dominatrix ballet shoes have a 7″ spiked heel and they are fabulous!

I received them as a gift this afternoon from one of My little weasels (he’s been a very bad boy of late, and I was thinking of kicking his ass to the curb with a pair of steel-toed boots).

They take some getting used to, but I spent more time lounging in them than I did walking. Trampling will require even more practice, but they leave such a lovely mark.

While wearing them, it’s much easier to crush a penis while simultaneously skewering the balls, too, and therefore I shall be so adorned, often.

I have already told this particular weasel that he is allowed to buy Me a back-up pair — and he has been ordered to get a pair for himself. This is going to be fun. I adore being 6′5″. The view is most enjoyable.

Bitch Fight!

Girls, Girls -- You're Both Pretty!

Girls, Girls -- You're Both Pretty!

Watching men fight makes Me wish they would just kill each other and get it over with, but there’s something terribly erotic about women going a few rounds.

Pillow fights are for girls, wrestling is for women. Strap-ons are for winners to fuck losers. Which makes for a win-win situation, does it not? I knew you’d agree.

BDSM sexual wrestling is a highly competitive sport, and unlike the sham that is the WWF, this is real and unscripted. I would pay good money to see Hulk Hogan fucked by Rowdy Roddy Piper wearing a kilt and a monster strap-on, but as a general rule, I much prefer watching beautiful women in combat.

Giving you the Boot

These Boots Are Made for Trampling

These Boots Are Made for Trampling

I love boots, and must own at least a hundred pair. Most of them have spiked heels, many are latex or patent leather. One should never underestimate the power of toe-to-balls communication, and they are My favorite trampling accessory.

Being 5′10″ in stocking feet does have its advantages. Being 6′3″ in heels is exhilarating. I have always felt most comfortable walking the line between pleasure and pain. Especially when that line is drawn down your backside.

Would it surprise you to learn that My most dedicated and loyal fans are cops and lawyers? They’re such pussies when “the system” isn’t there to protect them. But a good Mistress is never without a collection of ball-gags [because the sound of sissies shrieking is so very annoying (and affects My concentration)]…

Mistress Smokes

Second-Hand Smoke Is the Least of your Worries, My Pet.

Smoking in the Dungeon

There’s nothing like a good smoke before, during, and after chaining you to My wall of shame. A cigarette lasts longer than your composure, and tastes better than fear smells.

Humiliating you is almost too easy. That tiny dick shrivels and your testicles retreat as you wonder what I might have planned.

It’s the not knowing which causes your heart to race, isn’t it. I enjoy the suspense, and lingering over a smoke, or two. Or three.

Will you be one of those sissies who wets himself before the real fun even begins? It wouldn’t surprise Me. Only your deluded mother would believe you “a man.” The rest of us have been laughing at you since kindergarten. Trust Me. Second-hand smoke is the least of your worries, My pet.

Step On It!

The Best Way to Protect Wood Floors

The Best Way to Protect Wood Floors

After having My wood floors refinished, I do not like to walk on them in heels without using proper protection.

The only problem is that slaves have been known to lose focus and bladder control during this process, which is both annoying — and costly!

One must make them pay for such egregious lapses financially, and in ways they never dreamed. I enjoy introducing the element of surprise, and for the undisciplined slave too much pain is never enough.

I do allow safe words, but My hearing isn’t always what it should be, n’est-ce pas? It would be best if slaves learned to control themselves before earning My wrath, but apparently that’s asking too much of them. What would these worthless males do were it not for My forgiving nature?

Strict Women Spanking

Teacher Spanks the boys and Makes Them Cry

Teacher Spanks Best

A wise teacher knows that boys will be boys, if given the chance. Why wait for them to act out? A bit of preemptive paddling helps assure there will be no chaos.

Nothing is more laughably offensive than a “man” who believes he’s in charge. It’s best to disabuse them of this mystifying and ludicrous delusion, as quickly, firmly, and completely as possible.

Experience teaches that few “men” are able to behave themselves unless wearing a choke collar and kept on a short leash.

One unexpected spanking is usually all it takes to spark their evolution. They don’t know what to do when faced with a power which cannot be understood — let alone replicated — by their piddling brains.

It is imperative that one repeat this show of power until they know better than to try to think on their own. Only then can the real education begin.

Sometimes a Cigar Is Just the Beginning

Don't Blow Smoke Up My Ass

Don't Blow Smoke Up My Ass

Men may come and go without notice, but a woman never forgets her first cigar. Mine was a Partagas, smoked in a villa on St. Barts. With whom, I don’t remember (and that is of no consequence). It tasted of coffee and chocolate and sex. To this day, I prefer Cuban cigars above all others, though learned to have them custom made.

I love opening a fresh box and pressing my face to the smooth wall of figurados, then pulling the first from its bed. Removing the cap with My guillotine, anticipation rises. My fingers tremble as I bring a unique, hand-rolled work of art to My lips. I curl My tongue around the head for one brief moment, and a lighter appears.

The second and third drags may be more powerful, but the first is always My favorite. A good cigar never fails to give Me at least an hour of pleasure. I cannot say the same of you.

My Wish Is your Command

A Trampling Beauty

A Trampling Beauty for Trifling Fools

The best part of wearing heels is cleaning them on your face.

The worst part of cleaning heels on your face is knocking the lit end of My cigarette out of your mouth.

Why, oh why must you vex Me so? It’s almost as though you want Me to punish you. Even you are not quite that pathetically devious…are you?

The cost of keeping you in line is an emotional as well as a monetary consideration. Whips are not just “things!” They have personalities, and one grows attached to them. I fear I shall never get the smell of your piss off My beautiful leather bullhide flogger. you have a safe word — use it (fucktard)!

Vanilla boy Is in for a Rough Night

Vanilla boy Is in for a Rough Night

Being a Mistress is not as easy as it might appear — to an idiot loser. One must learn how to inflict pain without damaging internal organs. One must know how to walk on cocks and balls in 5″ spiked heels.

Women like this are, to Me, more beautiful than a jar of nutsacs on the mantlepiece — and the surprises in store for this bland and boring doughboy made me laugh ’til I sighed. The clueless little shit thought he was in charge! Enjoy his rude awakening.

you Were Saying?

See Not, Speak Not, Want Not.

See Not, Speak Not, Want Not.

A man is never more attractive than when he shuts the fuck up. It’s a shame you never seem to learn this important lesson. Are you trying to make Me look bad?

Obviously, I’ve been too kind. Now that I’ve learned My lesson, let’s see how easily you handle change…

Will this be the day you begin earning My glorious attentions? Or will this be another day stuck in your cage. If the latter, I won’t tolerate your pathetic whimpering. Do not earn My wrath.