I am as comfortably, stylishly clothed as My Female slave is naked. I have

her bent over a spanking bench; very prettily, but not quite just so. “Stand

up straight, present your bottom” I command and the slave’s response is

gratifyingly instantaneous. My girl straightens her legs and the consequent,

inviting, curve of her ass is shown to all. I trace My fingers over her skin,

feeling her tremble. I have warmed My girl up “everywhere else, all in

preparation for what is coming for your bottom.”

I begin, slapping her ass cheeks. The first, percussively loud, spank has My

girl exhaling, breathing in deeply as she tries to match My rhythm. My smile

shows that I am already enjoying using My slave in this way. I spread the

spanks over her skin, listening to her gasps. The sub’s ass reddens, her

cheeks blushing furiously as I rain down hand spanks that reverberate

throughout My dungeon’s rooms.

My slave’s head remains bowed as she gasps more loudly, bravely staying

with Me as I increase her torment. I add layers of pain, stinging slaps

“warming it slightly!” and I notice my sub’s ass turning a lovely shade of

pink as her legs betray her and move as each spank lands. My sub’s gasps

for air punctuate the whacks as I ensure that the sub’s skin colours

complement each other, how quickly her ass reddens under My attention!

I run My dark red nails over My slave’s spanked rear, and I hear her moan

as the sharp nails dig into her flesh. My slave-property absorbs what I

demand, and I want her to take more in order to please Me. I tease the

paddle, the strap, the tawse, crop or cane – which implement will it be?

What will take My eye today “to provide the most effective level of pain?”

Today I choose the harsh leather strap and demand a number from My girl.

I enjoy the delicious anticipation, wondering how brave My girl will be when

selecting a number of strokes to receive – given that she has not received

any such punishment from this strap before! Of course, I demand that My

slaves fulfil themselves – every slave should ask for the maximum that they

are able to take for Me.

My rosy cheeked girl chooses five and I oblige her this time. The first strike

has her moan, and she draws a heavy breath in. “Delicious strike, across

those bare cheeks” I say and I continue to apply the remaining four strikes.

At five I challenge My girl “Why stop there, when we are having so much

fun?” I detect bruising, gorgeous deep red marks and I encourage My girl to

accept a further eight strokes – a lucky thirteen in total!

I add the strokes deliberately, with My customary fine aim. Each stroke is

strong, spiteful, loving and each one requires acceptance from My girl. I

hear her moans, her deep breathing: I have her compose herself and I

continue, caring for her remorselessly. Into double figures and My girl’s ass

shows the effects of being overwhelmed. I add the next three strokes in

quick time as My slave bucks and her head rises. “Good” I declare as I

pace behind her and then inspect the satisfying bruises. I trace the outlines

of the strap on her ass as My girl pants with relief and with the residual

smarting of the pain.

Once again I progress My slave, suggesting that three more strokes will

help her. Again, My girl is ready to agree with My superior knowledge of her

needs “Yes, Miss” and I deliver the strokes. At sixteen strokes My girl

struggles with the red-hot, searing pain of the final stroke. “Those beautiful,

bare cheeks” – I promise My girl that We will continue in a while, with the

cane!

In this clip I have challenged My slave girl’s thresholds with My leather

strap. Indeed, with agreement, I have extended her limits. I have allowed

her to work with Me, to become a more fulfilled and fulfilling slave; a sub

able to please Me in ways that I desire.

Punishment day! I do enjoy caning slaves in front of each other. The helpful reminder of a shared caning, the discipline and growing pain, often provide focus and motivation for onlooking slaves to improve their own service. Today My slaves stand before Me: they are hooded and naked, the male wearing a chastity cage as I expect and for his own good. Since the slaves have both been poorly behaved this month I will generously strike them one at a time while their associate watches on.

I have the slaves recite their “numbers”: the slave girl has 18, whilst the slave boy has 12. I question them on their poor discipline; the slaves admit that sexual frustration has definitely affected their behaviour for the worse. I have the slave boy place himself over the caning cage. As he bends over “Get yourself comfortable!” I prepare to cane the white buttocks of this recalcitrant sub.

I instruct the slave boy to stop whimpering and then invite the slave girl to watch closely. She will learn from the slave boy’s reaction to pain and perhaps they will draw support from each other. They will need to, for My strength is reinforced with disciplinary might. I am absolutely correct in My actions; the punishment is designed to improve the subs and ensure better behaviour.

“Let us begin” I intone and, the slave boy being ready, I apply the cane with vigour into his white butt cheeks. After only one strike the mark on the cane is clearly seen, a wide red line running across the slave’s ass. The slave moans, struggling to absorb the pain and I continue. After the second stroke the slave moans loudly, thanks Me and his legs part, showing those red balls swinging beneath the chastity device. Soon his ass will be the same colour as his unused nuts, or a deeper red!

Each of the slave’s misdemeanours will be erased by the painful caning. The slave knows this and feels the burn of each blow. The slave boy twists and turns in agony with each strike and the slave girl watches on intently. The slave boy grizzles and moans, pulling himself together as I turn his butt pink “Delicious!” As I admire the stripes on his ass, the slave apologises and I sense that he is beginning to understand My world, its discipline and attendant humiliations.

As the slave boy struggles he miscounts the strokes and I am all too willing to add another to his tally. I also let it be known that the sub will take double his punishment next month for the miscounting today. I add the final strike with the slave boy sobbing and I have him face the wall while the slave girl assumes “the position.”

The slave girl apologises before I begin her eighteen strokes. The first lash puts her up on tiptoes as she thanks Me and she settles in for a punishing barrage of blows. “An instant red strike across those very pale cheeks” I note! My caning bites deep and the slave girl’s blonde hair is sent skyward with each thwack. I hear her sighing becoming deeper and she too struggles, though not as much as her male counterpart. After eight strikes I have the slave boy turn around to watch and provide moral support.

I add a further ten strokes with the slave girl gritting her teeth and holding on, thanking Me after each strike. I am pleased by her attitude and positive intent, especially by taking the higher number of punishment strikes. I have the slave boy kiss the slave girls bottom cheeks, soothing her warmed posterior. I am pleased with My work, discipline will be improved across My slave stable, and My standard will be maintained!

I am resplendent in black, with two slaves awaiting My commands. The male “slave boy” is confined, trapped in a cage underneath the bound, female “slave girl” who awaits Me: she is lying on her back with Her legs in the air, held wide apart. This presages fun for Me and perhaps also one of the slaves. There are no prizes for guessing that the male is not receiving pleasure, naturally!

I point out to My slave girl that “excess pleasure” can be almost as painful as denial. Observant viewers will note that I stand right over the slave boy’s head while I converse with the slave girl. What a view I have arranged for the denied slave boy, looking up at both of U/us. I note his groans as the inevitable happens and the cuckold male begins to become aroused, realising his predicament!

I ask the slave boy if he would rather be denied or would he rather have too many orgasms? As My high heels are positioned either side of his head My slave boy struggles to conjure an answer. I continue, preparing the slave girl’s crotchless clothing, readying her for My strap-on cock. My slave girl moans as well, as she struggles to watch Me and finds her intimate space invaded.

I warm up My slave girl, teasing slowly and her breathing turns into gulps and gasps. I edge her gently, smiling as I do so. I order the slave boy to watch “the whole thing” whilst keeping his mouth open. I find males make useful drip trays and they are so willing for Me to use them in this way! Next I wield My wand on My slave girl, the very sound of it has the slave boy gripping the bars of his confinement cell with grim determination to last this torment out. Meanwhile, unable to escape the vibrations, My slave girl moans like the sex-doll that I have turned her into.

I beam greedily as I continue to enact My dominant plan “...tormented, for My own pleasure” I announce. My process is measured, unrelenting and increasingly punctuated by gasps and loud moans from My slave girl. I build her desperation, overwhelming her while the slave boy can only watch her swell as she becomes deeply turned on. I take the slave girl towards a bound orgasm and then I ready My strap-on.

My slave boy is enjoying the view, although his frustration is evident and I make sure that his cuckold-jealousy is stirred. I super-lube My slave girl, using My thumb to penetrate her. Now she moans at every dextrous stroke; she emits deep, guttural sounds. I feed My slave boy her taste from My glove, and he is overcome by her “divine”, delicious, honey taste.

Now I have the slave girl ready to be filled. Fully attired with My strap-on I have her beg to be stretched out. I slide into the slave girl and slowly begin to pump her juicy sex. I work her hole, filling her completely while the slave boy must watch her receiving pleasure whilst he is totally denied. The slave girl moans increasingly loudly; high-pitched wails tell us all that she is on the edge. I keep her there, right on that edge, her feet high in the air and I reintroduce the wand.

My slave girl grits her teeth, pants, wails and moans. Underneath U/us, om the floor, My slave boy watches each one of My thrusts into the slave girl. The slave’s chastity cage is bulging now, and both subs are clearly extremely sensitive to any stimulus that I supply. My slave girl tries to thrust onto Me from her restrained position. I remove the wand, tormenting her further.

I thrust harder, driving on, deeper inside her, demanding more from My slave girl. As she wriggles, moans and becomes more desperate I am amused and pleased. I remove the strap-on and squat, plunging it into the mouth of my begging, eager slave boy. It is his turn to moan as I feed him cock, coated with the slave girl’s juicy excitement.

So, which is better? Denial or excess? I have enjoyed the complementary, parallel predicaments of My subs. Both slaves lie back exhausted: I have triumphed once more and yet I am fresh, full of energy and am ready to keep them going all night long!

Disfruto jugando con subs encerrados y mi chico esclavo ha tenido su pene encerrado en una jaula metálica de castidad durante bastante tiempo ya. He aumentado sin piedad la frustración del esclavo durante los últimos meses. Lo he provocado cada vez más, poniendo a prueba su capacidad de resistencia al máximo. Me he asegurado de utilizar a mi chica esclava durante todo el proceso, y los efectos combinados han convertido a mi chico en un desesperado desastre, un sumiso que pronto será cornudo.

Hoy tengo a mi chico doblemente encarcelado: no solo en mi cruel y opresiva jaula de castidad, sino también tras rejas. Aumento aún más su frustración mostrando a mi sub femenina y confirmando con mi chico que ha desarrollado "...una atracción considerable..." hacia Ella. Paso mis manos sobre el objeto del deseo de mi chico y él gime, cada vez más angustiado por la situación de tener que ver lo que no puede tocar ni poseer.

Le impongo la ley a mi sub masculino: "No importa cuánto sufras, debes soportar la frustración". Aunque soy amable, le pido a mi chico que imagine cómo la esclava podría "...ponerse un espectáculo..." y mi chico se anima, excitándose—¡si tan solo su pene pudiera erguirse! Mi chico suspira con angustia mientras su imaginación se desboca, solo para que su pene se encuentre inmediatamente con un doloroso aplastamiento metálico dentro del dispositivo de castidad. Mientras tanto, mi esclava espera, arrodillada, con las piernas tentadoramente separadas y las manos reposando sobre sus rodillas.

Una vez más revelo la realidad de la vida; el espectáculo de hoy será para mí, y disfrutaré viendo sufrir a mi chico como consecuencia. Tengo la intención de tratar a ambos subs. Mi chico sufrirá su primera experiencia de cornudo, mientras que mi esclava disfrutará de "...una buena polla grande!" Presento a nuestro cuarto compañero de juego, un verdadero "miembro" destacado de mi reunión, ya que mi juguete bien dotado y erecto llega, mostrando su polla abultada para mi deleite.

Quiero ver cómo la jaula del pene del chico esclavo se tensa mientras mi esclava trabaja la polla. Ella ciertamente está entusiasmada y se arrodilla con avidez, envolviendo primero su mano y luego sus labios alrededor de la polla erecta, lamiendo y chupando el pene con descarada habilidad. Mientras su cabeza sube y baja sobre la cabeza del pene, su garganta abriéndose para recibir más polla, mi chico esclavo saborea ahora la amarga píldora del adulterio, mientras la acción tiene lugar apenas a un metro de distancia de él. Las imágenes, olores y sonidos del cornudo son todos suyos para soportar, ¡y yo disfruto dirigiendo tres juguetes a la vez!

Mi esclava gime feliz mientras su boca húmeda deleita la enorme polla, y sus gemidos se igualan con los de ambos chicos. Solo un chico está disfrutando de una hermosa mamada cálida y húmeda, mientras que el otro solo puede balbucear que desea participar... mientras la esclava sigue mirando directamente a los ojos del cornudo, le ordeno que "...¡sueñe que es su propia polla!"

Confirmo que la mamada se siente bien, mientras la esclava continúa chupando y tragando la polla. Mientras tanto, mi cornudo se desmorona y desea que su polla sea la que reciba la mejor mamada. Confirmo que ha progresado hoy, añadiendo ser un cornudo a ser mi juguete atado. Mi esclava masajea el pesado par de bolas frente a ella, haciendo que el cornudo se sienta aún más envidioso mientras ella complaciendo la polla, para complacerme a mí.

Sigo comparando las pollas en la habitación: una tras rejas, otra envuelta por la boca caliente, húmeda y excitada de una sub femenina. Mi cornudo balbucea indignado y en negación, sintiendo la profunda sensación de pérdida, de quedarse fuera, de ser cornudo. Mientras tanto, la otra pareja de subs está absorta en el placer, dándose y recibiendo, para complacerme a mí. Aumento la frustración del cornudo y luego ordeno a mi esclava que se acerque al pene encerrado del cornudo. Mientras él se esfuerza por presentar su polla enjaulada, hago que la esclava bese suavemente la jaula de su pene.

El sonido de los besos se mezcla con los gemidos del cornudo mientras es provocado hasta la destrucción mental y metálica por mi esclava. "¡Oh, Dios mío! ¡Tan sensible!" exclama verbalmente (¡si tan solo su polla pudiera hacerlo!) mientras los besos llevan al cornudo aún más profundamente hacia la frustración contenida y él aprieta con fuerza las barras metálicas que lo restringen. Mi esclava confirma que puede sentir la polla del cornudo palpitando intensamente a través de las barras de su dispositivo de castidad. Permite unos pocos roces más, delicados, contra su polla antes de alejar a la esclava.

Preparo a Mi esclavo para que tome Mi polla por primera vez. Esta es una ceremonia de paso importante y una experiencia que no emprendo a la ligera. Sé que Mi esclavo está listo para ser penetrado, y aumento la ansiosa anticipación del sumiso al tomarme Mi tiempo. Controlaré el ritmo mientras ensambló los elementos de Mi dominio sobre ella: cada momento será saboreado mientras desfloro a Mi sumisa. Mi esclavo está tendido, listo, en Mi banco. Deslizo Mis uñas por la espalda del esclavo, creando sensaciones que provocan un suave temblor en Mi sumisa. La torturo, atormentando todos los sentidos del sumiso, tomándome el tiempo para aumentar la excitación al punto de fiebre, antes de que me deslice en Mi propiedad. Estimulo al esclavo a través de las bragas de encaje del sumiso, acariciando suavemente la piel, el cuerpo y el alma. Retiro la protección del esclavo, arrojando esas braguitas al suelo y el esclavo se abre de par en par, expuesto. Aseguro al sumiso de manera segura, apretada, agregando las capas de control que preparan al esclavo para una primera vez follada por mí. Cada una de las correas de cuero recuerda al esclavo Mi poder, quitándole la capacidad de moverse, manteniéndola segura y asegurada bajo Mi. Introduzco Mi polla de cinturón en la boca del esclavo: un pollón grueso y húmedo será adecuado para mí hoy mientras lo folla duro por primera vez. El esclavo chupa gustosamente, gimiendo de deseo mientras describo cómo voy a follar ese agujerito zorruno. Mi esclavo lame el eje y luego lo chupa profundamente, haciéndolo húmedo y listo para mí. Una vez que esté listo, me muevo y comienzo a acariciar el agujero del sumiso, asegurándome de que esté lubricado para su primera vez. Mis dedos empujan en Mi sumisa y sus gemidos aumentan a medida que la estiro, follándola con los dedos y llenándola. Construyo la emoción de Mi sumisa restringida, jugando con Mi esclavo, disfrutando de ella. Luego me pongo de pie, me coloco y me deslizo en Mi esclavo. Al principio, lleno el agujero lentamente, follándola suavemente. Luego me muevo para más, subiendo sobre Mi esclavo, aumentando la profundidad y la velocidad de empuje, reclamando el agujero de Mi sumisa por completo. Los gemidos de Mi esclavo son más profundos y continuos ahora mientras le doy placer a través de Mi dominio. Alineo las diferencias en el estado entre Uds. y nosotros mientras controlo la experiencia de Mi esclavo. La respiración de Mi sumisa se vuelve entrecortada y confirma que la experiencia es todo lo que había imaginado y más. Continúo follándola el agujero, afirmándome por completo, desafiándola a ir más profundo, aceptar más, a deleitarse en su obediencia emocionada hacia mí. Alargo Mis embestidas, luego aumento el ritmo. He preparado a Mi esclavo, y ella recibe gustosamente la longitud completa de Mi polla de cinturón, su agujero húmedo me ayuda ahora a follarlo exactamente como me place. Sonrío de satisfacción mientras he logrado Mi objetivo, introduciendo a Mi esclavo en la sumisión del cinturón. Los traeré de vuelta a esta forma de obediencia, profundizando Mi dominio con el tiempo. A medida que me deslizo de nuevo fuera de su agujero, ya sé que ella quiere tanto más, y me convendrá usarla de esta manera, como parte de su entrenamiento de esclavo y Mi creciente control dominante sobre ella.<\/p>"

My female sub is restrained, naked, focused on breathing as best she can in a respirator. I will have a lot of fun playing with her today, enjoying my total control and my application of torment to this slave.

She moans as I play with her nipples, merely warming her up. I begin to pulse electric current through those nipples, slowly the tingles start! My sub moans to the rhythms that I thrust upon her and into her.

I stalk my prey, admiring my work before introducing a wand between my sub's hot thighs. The combination of pleasure, restraint, torment and teasing overwhelms my sub. Unable to keep focus, she moans ever more loudly, her head unable to remain still, she sighs with frustrated lust.

I ramp up the intensity and clamp her pussy lips: where the wand was, now two clamps impinge on her senses. I have ensured that her arousal is followed by the benefits of sweet pain.

Her nipples start to burn with soreness, those clamps get heavier on her lips and I stimulate her as her breathing becomes ragged. My slave's gasps of pain and pleasure please me but not yet enough!

I take my crop and toy with her, accurately applying the crop to her skin, those pink pussy lips. I ramp up the pain using increasingly severe strokes of the crop. I remove the cruel clamps, a torment in itself as my sub cries out. Her swollen lips respond to my agonizing kindness, leaving them painful, pink and sore.

My slave's predicament is slightly eased and yet she still feels the scratching of my nails, her suffering can only end when I decree it!