A shrewd and adept Dominatrix knows exactly when and where to apply the most delightfully excruciating pain. The fun almost always begins when he makes the mistake of opening his fucking mouth and I’m forced to slap the shit out of him. But do they ever learn? Apparently not.
Gag them, bind them, cane them, or [...]
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FemDom Wishes & CBT Dreams
My New Favorite Thing
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 [...]
Giving you the Boot
Being 5′10″ in stocking feet has 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.
Mistress Smokes
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.
Step On It!
One must make them pay for such 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?
Strict Women Spanking
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.
Sometimes a Cigar Is Just the Beginning
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.
My Wish Is your Command
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.
