This pitiful slave has come crawling to me today desperately hoping to be cured of his perverse sexual needs. This fool simply can no longer function in his daily life without thoughts of devoting himself to me as my lifelong slave. No wonder, as I have systematically conditioned and trained him to do so for the past several years. Nonetheless, I will half heartedly entertain his feeble request and amuse myself in the process. I am after all, the only woman who truly understands him and his sick and twisted fantasies. I do after all instill and nurture such afflictions in men on a daily basis, so is it any wonder that I too can save this poor pet's soul? The Empress giveth, and the Empress taketh away HA HA! In my infinite wisdom, I have determined that the only cure for this pathetic creature, is a good hard face slapping. I will bitch slap the sickness right out of him. First I build up the perverse tension in his body via spitting my warm sexy saliva all over his face. I watch his arousal escalate as my spittle drips down the length of his face. I then twist and pull on his exposed nipples as his heart pounds like a trip hammer. When the time is right, I release the evil from him by smacking the snot out of him, literally. Over and over again, I relentlessly slap this poor slave silly, until his teeth are rattled and his head is spinning. Voila, he is cured. Not really, but I enjoyed myself immensely. HA HA!

Goddess An Li's idiot houseboy forgot to buy hot dogs as instructed for her upcoming holiday barbecue. He remembered everything else – the mustard, the ketchup, the barbecue sauce, all of it. Everything except the one thing she actually needed. So An Li decides to make the most of all those useless condiments and teach this fool a lesson he will never forget.

She orders him to strip naked and lie down on the floor, his pudgy body completely exposed and helpless. Then she transforms him into her human wiener. One by one, she rains condiments down on his face, his chest, his genitals, his legs. Ketchup drips down his cheeks. Mustard splatters across his belly. Barbecue sauce oozes over every inch of his worthless flesh. She covers him from head to toe in a drippy, gooey, smelly gob of condiment nastiness, smothering him in layer after layer of sticky, rancid slop.

And he just has to lie there and take it. He doesn't dare move. He doesn't dare complain. He just lies there like the pathetic wiener he is while his Goddess dresses him in her condiment masterpiece, laughing at how disgusting and ridiculous he looks. Exactly what he deserves for disappointing his Goddess.

By the time she is finished, he is a walking, dripping, stinking condiment disaster – a pudgy human hot dog slathered in everything but the bun. And An Li loves every hilarious second of it.

Could you handle being covered head to toe in Goddess An Li's condiment nastiness, or would you squirm like the pathetic little wiener you are?

An Li is a privileged, demanding Bitch Goddess who has a long line of pathetic losers begging for the opportunity to be in her presence and enjoy the privilege of serving her every whim and desire. With the snap of her perfectly manicured fingers, she can have any one of her pets at her beck n call. On this particular evening and after a long workout at the gym, An Li puts into service one of her personal grooming bitches to clean and refresh her sweaty arm pits WITH HIS TONGUE! Perched atop her canopy bed, and dressed in revealing exotic lingerie, an Li instructs her minion to kneel below her outstretched arms and lick her aromatic arm pits clean like a good little lap doggie. Proceeding with caution, he softly caresses and bathes her arm pits with his tongue, taking great care not to slobber on his Goddess, for fear of suffering a swift and severe punishment. It is after all, a rare and supreme privilege to be allowed such intimate contact with such a beautiful and Superior Asian Goddess. This loser could NEVER EVER get a woman like this, so he had better show his appreciation and lick up every droplet of her sweet, delicious Goddess sweat.Features: Armpits, Slave Training, Humiliation, verbal humiliation, Asian, brat girl, female domination.

Ms Renee Trevi likes to keep her slaves on the edge and in the dark as to which form of discipline she will bestow upon them. A severe whipping? Trampling? A harsh face slapping? Her slaves are rarely privy to what is in store for them, until it is far too late. That uncertainty is part of her cruelty, and today it manifests as a severe face slapping for her unruly slave.

Slap after stinging slap, she cracks her palm across his cheek over and over again, each blow snapping his head to the side and ringing through his skull. The tears come quickly, streaming down his reddened cheeks, but his crying does nothing to slow her rhythm. She winds up again and again, keeping him guessing with every swing. Will it be a harsh right hand across his jaw? Or perhaps a backhanded slap to his other cheek? Only Ms Renee knows for sure, and she savors every moment of his helpless anticipation.

He waits helplessly for the next blow, flinching at each movement of her hand, standing there and taking whatever she dishes out. There is nowhere to run. There is nothing he can do. He is simply a face for her to strike, a body to discipline, a slave to remind of exactly who controls his suffering.

By the time she is finished, his face is burning and his tears are flowing freely, and Ms Renee Trevi looks as satisfied as ever.

Which form of discipline will she choose next time?

Empress Jennifer's landlord is just the latest addition to her never-ending stable of slaves, and now she owns him completely. He's powerless to resist her, terrified of losing everything if she so much as frowns in his direction. So she takes full advantage. Every single day, she finds new ways to use him, torment him, and remind him of his place beneath her perfect feet.

Today, after a good hard workout at the gym, Jennifer decides she needs to practice her boxing skills. And her slave landlord is the perfect punching bag. She orders him into position, stripped and trembling, and starts working him over with brutal precision. Punch after vicious punch slams into his stomach and sternum, her gloved fists driving the air from his lungs with each devastating impact. He doubles over, gasping, but she just straightens him back up and throws another jab.

All the while, she verbally degrades and humiliates him for being such a pathetic loser. She mocks his flabby belly. She laughs at his wheezing. She reminds him that he's nothing but her property now, her personal training dummy, and that if he ever dares to complain, she'll destroy his life without a second thought. So he stands there and takes it, punch after punch, his stomach turning red and raw under her fists.

Jennifer's having the time of her life. Her slave is suffering, her fists are getting sharper, and his misery is her entertainment.

How many gut-busting punches from Empress Jennifer could you take before you collapsed at her feet?

Astro Domina's slave is caged like the beast he is, locked in tight with his head fully exposed for his Goddess's pleasure. There is no escape. There is no mercy. There is only her magnificent ass, and it's about to descend directly onto his helpless face.

She backs up, lowers herself down, and plants her ample, beautiful ass full bore onto his nose and mouth. She literally takes his breath away, smothering him completely beneath her divine weight, his face buried so deep in her cheeks that he has no idea where his own head ends and her ass begins. He thrashes beneath her, begging for mercy, but his pleas are muffled against her perfect ass cheeks. She just giggles and grinds down harder.

And while he's trapped down there beneath her Goddess bottom, Astro decides to bless him with something extra special. She expels her royal farts right into his trapped face. HOW HUMILIATING! All he can do is lie there and suck her delicious farts into his lungs like a human fart vacuum, inhaling every last rancid cloud she gifts him. HA HA! He can not even lift a finger to do anything about it. His arms are caged. His body is trapped. His face belongs to her ass.

He's caught like a rat in a cage, and this rat is gonna get gassed. LOL. Every fart fills his mask of flesh with her stench, every breath is her essence, every second trapped beneath her royal bottom reminds him of his worthlessness. She laughs at his suffering, wiggling her ass against his face to make sure not a single wisp of her precious gas escapes his lungs.

Take it, loser. Every single stinking breath belongs to Astro Domina.

Could you survive being Astro Domina's trapped little fart vacuum, or would her royal gas break you completely?

Russian-born Domina Miss Renee Trevi has a lucky slave before her. He has been offered the divine privilege of being allowed to worship Ms Renee's breathtaking, literally breathtaking, ass, and she makes sure it lives up to its name. Dragged around on a short leash, he must follow her every step, scampering behind her like the good little puppy he is. And when Ms Trevi says sniff, he is expected to shove his face deep into her ample buttocks and breathe in her overwhelming essence, lost in her scent with every desperate inhale.

She teases him relentlessly, clad in a latex skirt specially designed with strategically placed cutouts that expose her two bare ass cheeks. The smooth black latex hugs her curves while those tantalizing glimpses of bare flesh drive her pathetic puppy wild with longing. How is a weak and worthless slave supposed to resist such temptation? The answer is simple. He is not. And Ms Renee has no intention of letting him try.

She tugs the leash, he buries his face, and she smiles at the power she holds over him. One sniff at a time, she owns him completely.

How long before this leashed puppy is completely lost in her ass, desperate for even one more breath?

Ms Renee Trevi keeps her slave beneath her on all fours like a beast, controlling and directing him effortlessly with a mere tug on his leash. He crawls where she wills him. He stops when she wills him. He has no say in any of it, reduced to nothing more than a beast of burden led by the neck while she wields a heavy leather strap in her other hand.

She beats him relentlessly. The strap falls hard against his back and ass with sickening cracks, each strike landing with the full weight of her cruel intent behind it. He wriggles and squirms across the floor, desperately trying to avoid her blows, but there is nowhere to hide. The leash keeps him tethered close. Every attempt at escape is answered with another tug and another strike, and Ms Renee watches it all with an entertained smile curling her lips.

Strike after agonizing strike, the leather turns his back and ass into a myriad of cuts, welts, and bruises. His skin blooms with the marks of her ownership, a canvas of suffering painted one blow at a time. And through it all, Ms Renee's stirring Russian accent fills the room as she verbally degrades and humiliates this beast of burden, mocking his pathetic writhing and reminding him exactly what he is.

By the time she is finished, he is on the verge of tears, crawling at her feet with his body welted and his spirit crushed. She holds the leash loosely, knowing he could never run. He belongs to her, and he always will.

Empress Jennifer loves nothing more than humiliating her useless, pathetic loser slaves. They exist for one reason – to be used, tormented, and trodden upon by her divine perfection. And this particular slug of a loser is about to learn exactly what that means.

She strips him naked, leaving him completely exposed and vulnerable on the floor, then proceeds to trample him mercilessly like a human bath mat. There is no hesitation. No mercy. Just her feet and his worthless body beneath them. Up and down the length of his body she takes a leisurely stroll, her full weight pressing into his stomach, his chest, his throat. He wheezes beneath her. She doesn't care. He's furniture. He's a rug. He's nothing.

But the real fun begins when she stops to crush and stomp his cock and balls under foot. She grinds her sole into his pathetic sack, flattening his balls against his body while he gasps and squirms. She stomps down on his shaft, driving the air from his lungs with each brutal impact. His most sensitive flesh is her personal playground, and she destroys it with casual, practiced ease.

Empress Jennifer is sheer perfection as she torments her minion effortlessly, a smile of pure joy playing on her perfect lips the entire time. She could do this all day. Honestly, she plans to.

How long could you endure being Empress Jennifer's personal human bath mat before you were crushed into complete submission?

Like something out of a horror movie, the slave is aroused and tormented just the way Mistress Cybill Troy likes it. With his cock and balls maliciously trapped in an electronic shocking device, Mistress Cybill makes her slave suffer just to be in her company. She turns up the power on the device and sends unbearable pulses of electricity to his crushed balls. With his penis strapped to conductive straps, the electricity causes him to have an erection, causing a bitter conflict in his mind and conditioning his brain to love pain for sexual gratification.

Mistress Cybill, the cruel goddess, sits on his face for further act of irony. With her latex-covered ass, she smothers him. The slave is somewhere between heaven and hell, not able to breathe yet savoring every minute of his suffering. She turns up the power, and his need to breathe intensifies, but he is denied that simple privilege. Out of his mind, his pain no longer detracts from his pleasure. By weird and unexplainable means, his pain ADDS to his pleasure. The strange power Mistress Cybill has over her slave is without any equal.

Features: face sitting, smother, CBT, ball torment, electric play, BDSM, verbal humiliation, female domination

The magnificent Madam Luzia Lowe is feeling generous today. She's offering one of her pathetic pets the supreme privilege of playing with his tiny dicklet for her amusement. Quite an honor, indeed. And not one granted on a regular basis. This weasel of a man had better take full advantage of the opportunity, because who knows when Goddess Luzia will ever allow him such a gift again.

But there's a problem. A very embarrassing problem. This poor excuse for a man simply can not get his dick hard for this magnificent Asian Goddess. He's tugging at his shriveled little nub, straining with everything he has, but nothing is happening. His pathetic manhood remains soft and useless, a tiny shriveled disappointment between his legs. Of course, this comes as absolutely no surprise to Madam Luzia. In fact, this was her intention all along. She planned this. She wanted to tease and taunt and degrade and deny her pitiful jerk off puppet purely for her own entertainment pleasure.

To inspire him, Luzia seductively places her exotic, sexy patent leather stiletto pump directly against his ball sack, pressing the smooth leather into his most sensitive flesh. She expects this to send him into a frenzy of desperate arousal. Instead, his cock just flops there, soft and unresponsive. When that fails, she begins jabbing his nuts with the pointy toe of her shoe, prodding his sagging sack with sharp little pokes designed to shock some life into his pathetic member. Still nothing. His dicklet remains a sad, shriveled disappointment.

Luzia masterfully humiliates her masturbation junkie, her words cutting deeper than any heel ever could. She mocks his failure. She laughs at his flaccid cock. She reminds him that he's nothing but a joke, a pathetic loser who can not even perform when given the greatest privilege of his miserable life. His cock shrivels up even further, retreating into his belly in complete defeat. Too bad. So sad. HA HA.

How pathetic is it when a man can not even get hard for the Goddess who owns him? Luzia thinks it is absolutely hilarious.

Dieser spezielle Sklave hat einen Lederfetisch, einen Stiefelfetisch und einen Rauchfetisch. Es sieht also so aus, als hätte dieses privilegierte Haustier den sprichwörtlichen Jackpot geknackt. Aber täusche dich nicht, es gibt keinen Jackpot in meiner Welt. Es gibt nur das, was ich zu geben wähle und was ich zu nehmen wähle. Und heute wähle ich, ihm genau genug zu geben, um jeden noch so fragilen Widerstand zu zerstören, der ihm geblieben ist.

Ich sitze hoch über ihm auf meinem Samtthron, von Kopf bis Fuß in glänzendes schwarzes Leder gehüllt. Das Material schmiegt sich an jede verheerende Kurve meines Körpers, befiehlt seine Anbetung, verlangt seine Unterwerfung. Ich erlaube ihm, sich einzuschmeicheln, indem er mich von den Sohlen meiner oberschenkelhohen Lederstiefel bis zu den Fingerspitzen meiner ellenbogenlangen Lederhandschuhe verehrt. Seine Zunge zieht eine Spur der Hingabe meine Stiefel hinauf, verzweifelt, erbärmlich, völlig überwältigt von der Großartigkeit seiner ledergekleideten Göttin. Ich blicke mit kalter Belustigung auf ihn herab, während er sich zu meinen Füßen erniedrigt, diese kriechende Kreatur, die ihre Seele für noch einen Geschmack meines Leders eintauschen würde.

Um alles noch süßer zu machen, zünde ich mir eine lange, dünne Zigarette an und verwandle ihn in meine lederliebende Aschenbecher-Schlampe. Ich blase meinen Rauch direkt in sein Gesicht und sehe zu, wie er meinen Abfall aus zweiter Hand einatmet, als wäre es der Atem des Lebens selbst. Ich schnippe meine Asche auf seine Zunge, und er nimmt sie dankbar entgegen, schluckt meinen Müll, während seine Augen nie von meiner Lederperfektion weichen. Dieser Boi ist dem Himmel so nah, wie er ihm jemals kommen wird, zumindest solange er in meiner Gegenwart ist. Er saugt meinen Rauch und meine Asche ein, vollständig von meinem Leder verzehrt, zitternd an meinen Stiefeln. Was soll ich sagen, ich bin heute in großzügiger Laune.

Aber Großzügigkeit von mir ist nach jedem anderen Maßstab immer noch Grausamkeit. Und wenn meine Zigarette fertig ist, erinnere ich ihn mit ein paar gezielten Schlägen meiner Gerte quer über seinen Rücken an seinen Platz. Denn Anbetung ist keine Belohnung. Sie ist eine Mahnung an all das, was er niemals sein wird, und all das, was ich immer sein werde. Seine Überlegene. Seine Besitzerin. Seine ledergekleidete Göttin oben auf ihrem Thron.

Würdest du darum betteln, mein Aschenbecher zu sein, wenn es bedeuten würde, dass du vom Boden aus meine Stiefel anbeten könntest?