I adore the symbolic nature of removing My belt, the snap of the leather, the intimidation that it brings. There's something so delicious about the traditional nature of one removing their belt to beat an insolent little worm. My slave needs this beating, he needs to realise that silly little things like his birthday mean nothing to Me, well, other than him buying ME a gift of course. It's time to set about breaking him. Starting with his ass I start thrashing him, full strength strokes, no holding back, no warm up, this isn't playing, this is punishing. As My attention moves to his back, My belt continues to fall without mercy, I don't care that he's sobbing, crying, looking totally dejected, if anything it just spurs Me on, turns Me on! Once I am satisfied that he has had enough of My belt it's time for the next birthday gift, kneeling back on the rice in front of Me I set about slapping the hell out of his face with a pair of My flipflops, again, no holding back, the soles land over and over again in his face, leaving him bruised for days. Leaving him broken and sobbing I feel it's been a birthday to remember. I wonder what I'll get him for christmas?!

My slave has the audacity to be stood around waiting for My return, this just won't do, he'll learn that very soon, but first he thinks that it's worth mentioning that today is his birthday, as if I care about that! he was left with strict instructions to clean several pairs of My heels but having done a poor job of that he's about to get just what he deserves for his birthday!

Sending him to get a cup of rice, he's going to clean these heels properly whilst suffering for Me. Having him strip his clothes off he then gets to kneel on those rice grains whilst he properly cleans My heels with his tongue, and he had better do it with passion otherwise they'll be hell to pay. Not only does he have the delight of kneeling on those rice grains but I instruct him to hold a bottle of water in his other hand, outstretched to really make him suffer, that burning pain all his to enjoy in between Me swapping the heels that he needs to lick, ignored otherwise, albeit for some 'kind words' of encouragement.

his ordeal is just beginning though, his knees and shoulders might be in agony now but I'm not done, part 2 sees Me beat the hell out of him with My belt and flip flops!

La Amante Tess tiene a su esclavo atado a la mesa con un body restrictivo, con solo su polla y su cara a la vista. Se sube sobre su cara para ver mejor el desastre baboso, y le corta el suministro de aire con su culo. ¡Y qué culo, totalmente épico! La mente del esclavo debe de estar volviéndose loca, entre luchar por aire bajo este increíble culo, su polla está siendo provocada sin piedad con una varita doxy, pero cada vez que se acerca, la Amante Tess le arrebata la varita, lista para empezar de nuevo. Cuando Ella finalmente decide que se le permite correrse, por supuesto es arruinado y alimentado de vuelta al cuerpo del que salió, todos los buenos esclavos siempre comen su propio desastre, solo para reforzar los sentimientos de vergüenza, patetismo y asco de sí mismos!

Mistress Tess has slave seven excited and vulnerable, and wants him to get better acquainted with her red-bottomed shoes. She begins with a series of vicious kicks before making him kneel before her, and dropping him to all fours with another kick. As he lays on his front, she begins to trample him, leaving heel marks in his back, before turning him over and digging her heel into his balls. She needs to check whether the other heel hurts just as much, and it seems to! She kneels down and covers his mouth to stifle his screams, digging into his balls again, before turning him over again and makes him kneel on all fours. Moving behind him, she deliveries a hard kick that has him gasping for air. She gets him up only to do it again, making her laugh at his pain, before doing it again and making him thank her. She makes him stand and tests her balance with a series of high kicks that make him drop to the floor again, and then makes him kneel so she can kick him hard enough to take the wind out of him. Ten out of ten on the pain scale, but Mistress wants 11! Another vicious kick before she stands on his back triumphantly, and then turns him onto his back again for one more grinding trample into his ballsack.

Continuin My slave's torment it's time to antagonise his locked cock through the inescapable bondage that I have him in. I rarely let him out of chastity, let alone to cum, so it only made sense to leave him locked as I immobilised him. As he writhes in the bondage I decide to turn things up and take the vibrator to his locked cock making it grow and the cage tighten around its captive. Despite the pain his cock grows, the vibrator and My delicious feet shoved in his face arousing him further, well, those things and My sweaty pussy on his face! he won't be allowed to cum after this, he'll just have to endure the agonising memory of his ordeal, I on the other hand will cum and he will thank Me for My orgasm and denying him.

Something a little different in this clip, just a casual recording of Me using My slave on a Friday night at home, unscripted, unplanned, just a glimpse into My hot FLR FemDom lifestyle, the absolute power I have over My slave and the torment that I subject him to. he's going to spend much if the evening just bound, gagged and ignored, sure he'll get some of My attention but it's important to ensure that he is reminded of his place, how under My control he is and most importantly how pathetic he truly is. he's dressed in latex, over the top of this I've tightly wrapped him in pallet wrap, he's completely immobilised and at My mercy, a nice thick bit gag has been shoved in his mouth, nice and deep so he's in constant discomfort, but it offers Me just enough space to spit into his mouth, blow smoke into him and most importantly flick the ash from My cigarette in to his mouth. My aim here, to reduce him to a dribbling, mindless shell of a man so when I do eventually let him out of bondage he's nothing more than a snivelling little bitch at My feet, just the way I like him! Writhing in sub space heaven in his bondage as I tower over him the final torment is taking away his vision so he can't enjoy seeing Me, resting the heels of My feet in his eyes he has nothing to do but lay there safe int he knowledge that he's completely and utterly owned, by the end of the night, and sadly I can't show you all the naughtiness here, he's barely even human!

It's punishment day. Even under My expert control My slave invariably fucks things up sometimes. I keep a list of these failings and ensure that he is punished for each and every single one of them. he hates failing Me so these beatings are especially tough for him, just as they should be, he won't learn otherwise and continued correction, guidance and punishment is essential to make him the best he can be for Me. Of course, I still very much enjoy inflciting this pain upon him and he knows that it is necessary for his continued education under My sadistic eye. Bound to My st andrews cross, todays punishment is going to be a thigh caning, something that I love doing as the marks are always so delicious and the bruising can stay for anything up to a couple of weeks!

men were born to grovel at My feet, to wear a collar and leash, to bow down before greatness. My slave knows this, he knows that the floor is where he belongs, he adores wearing My collar and feeling Me tug on his leash, he's a floor dwelling little bitch and needs to be treated accordingly. Today he has th ehonour of worshipping My heels, a nice expensive pair made from the finest leather and that have been worn many, many times. This is a great honour for him and I want to ensure that his lips touch nothing but the delicious leather, if I feel any part of him touch Me he'll get a kick in the balls so that he trys harder!

Necesito drenar las bolas de Mi esclavo. él no se ha corrido en meses y es hora de que le saquen hasta la última gota de semen. Atado en una silla de bondage en la clínica voy a asegurarme de que esto no sea una experiencia placentera para él, tiene suerte de que le esté tocando la polla, pero aquí no hay paja suave ni cariñosa, oh no, va a recibir una paja brusca, una y otra vez, llevándolo al borde una y otra vez, podrá correrse, pero no hasta que lo haya convertido en un despojo sin mente y babeante. No quiero que disfrute esto, quiero que sea agonizante, que sufra durante este proceso, su cerebro abrumado por los bordes mientras meto Mis dedos tan adentro de su garganta como sea posible como si lo estuviera follando con Mi polla. Unas cuantas bofetadas en la cara también aseguran que no tenga idea de dónde está o qué está pasando. Por eso, y no puedo creer que lo pasara por alto hasta que volví a ver el clip, su primer orgasmo arruinado simplemente gotea sin ninguna sensación, ¡lo cual me encanta! Dos orgasmos arruinados más y ya está seco, pero claro, todo ese semen debe limpiarse así que vuelve a entrar dentro de él. ¡Qué rico!

Aquí hay un regalo para mi esclavo, un conjunto nuevo, medias de látex transparentes y un negligé, simplemente no hay nada entre su ansiosa lengua y mi piel celestial, él puede ver TODO a través del látex súper fino, pero todo lo que puede hacer es pasar su lengua sobre el caucho, imaginando lo que podría ser si el látex no estuviera allí. La provocación, el tormento, la negación son simplemente deliciosos, está desesperado por adorar cada centímetro de mis piernas cubiertas de látex y mi coño, y debo decir que sí me excito mucho con la desesperación, la emoción y la firmeza con la que aplica su lengua, las cosas se ponen tan calientes de hecho que tengo que apartarlo de lamer mi clítoris a través del látex antes de que las cosas se salgan de control!

Extendido sobre Mi cruz de San Andrés está un delicioso manjar al que llevo deseando hincar Mis dientes todo el día. Ahora está atrapado, indefenso, a Mi merced. Voy a jugar con él como un gato juega con un ratón, meterme en su cabeza, hacer que quiera ser consumido por Mí, para alimentarme de su carne y que así se vuelva uno Conmigo. Ninguna parte de su cuerpo está fuera de límites, sabe que muerdo muy fuerte y sabe que no tiene opción sobre cuán fuerte o dónde lo muerdo. Una vez estoy satisfecha de que sus extremidades y torso han sido debidamente banqueteados, tomo su polla en Mi boca y muerdo fuerte, él aúlla, todo su cuerpo tensándose e intentando lidiar con el dolor, me pregunto qué tan fuerte tendría que morder para, bueno ya sabes lo que pienso ¿no es cierto? Y luego sus pelotas, cada una por vez, cada una sintiendo la agonía que Mi mandíbula y mis dientes le infligen, puede revolverse, gritar de dolor, pero no va a ningún lado, ¡si miras de cerca quizás veas una sonrisa dibujarse en Mi cara mientras disfruto de sus gritos agonizantes!

Soy una firme creyente en encontrar un papel para cada esclavo macho inferior en Mi vida. Este esclavo está siendo mantenido encerrado en su celda para una tarea específica, que es mantener Mis botas limpias, lamer la tierra, la mugre y la porquería de ellas cuando yo lo considere oportuno, y en esta ocasión es después de una dura noche de fiesta en un sucio y mugriento club fetichista. Mis botas necesitan ser devueltas a su estado impecable; que estén menos que perfectas simplemente no servirá. Disfruto enormemente verlo arrastrarse por el suelo, lamiendo desesperadamente Mis botas incluso mientras le digo lo que probablemente haya sobre ellas; ¡de hecho, eso solo lo vuelve más codicioso por ellas!