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 Maîtresse Tess a son esclave attaché à la table dans un body restrictif, avec seulement son pénis et son visage exposés. Elle monte sur son visage pour mieux voir le désordre dégoulinant, et lui coupe l'air avec son cul. Et quel cul, totalement épique ! L'esprit de l'esclave doit devenir fou, entre la lutte pour l'air sous cet incroyable cul, son pénis étant taquiné sans pitié avec une baguette doxy, mais à chaque fois qu'il s'approche, la Maîtresse Tess arrache la baguette, prête à recommencer. Quand Elle décide enfin qu'il a le droit de jouir, c'est bien sûr ruiné et redonné au corps d'où il venait, tous les bons esclaves mangent toujours leur propre foutre, juste pour renforcer les sentiments de honte, de pathétisme et de dégoût d'eux-mêmes !

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!

J'ai besoin de vider les couilles de Mon esclave. Il n'a pas joui depuis des mois et il est temps qu'on lui prenne chaque dernière goutte de sperme. Attaché sur une chaise de bondage dans la clinique, je vais m'assurer que ce ne soit pas une expérience agréable pour lui, il a de la chance que je touche sa bite, mais il n'y aura pas de branlette douce et aimante ici, oh non, il va recevoir une branlette brutale, encore et encore, l'amenant au bord du gouffre encore et encore, il pourra jouir, mais seulement après l'avoir transformé en une épave baveuse et sans esprit. Je ne veux pas qu'il apprécie ça, je veux que ce soit atroce, qu'il souffre pendant ce processus, son cerveau submergé par les edgings tandis que j'enfonce Mes doigts aussi loin que possible dans sa gorge comme si je le baisais avec Ma bite. Quelques gifles au visage ajoutées pour faire bonne mesure garantissent qu'il n'a aucune idée d'où il est ni de ce qui se passe. C'est pourquoi, et je n'arrive pas à croire que je l'ai raté jusqu'à ce que je revoie le clip, sa première ruine s'écoule juste sans aucune sensation du tout, ce que j'adore ! Deux autres ruines et il est sec, mais bien sûr tout ce sperme doit être nettoyé alors ça retourne en lui. Miam !

Voici une gâterie pour Mon esclave, une toute nouvelle tenue, des bas et un négligé en latex transparent, il n'y a tout simplement rien entre sa langue avide et Ma peau divine, il peut TOUT voir à travers le latex super fin, mais tout ce qu'il peut faire c'est passer sa langue sur le caoutchouc, imaginant ce qui pourrait être si le latex n'était pas là. La taquinerie, la torture, le refus sont juste délicieux, il est désespéré de vénérer chaque centimètre de Mes jambes et de Ma chatte couvertes de latex, et je dois dire que je suis très excitée par le désespoir, l'excitation et la fermeté avec lesquels il applique sa langue, les choses deviennent tellement torrides qu'en fait je dois le repousser pour qu'il arrête de lécher Mon clitoris à travers le latex avant que ça ne dégénère !

Étalé sur Ma croix de Saint-André se trouve un délicieux repas que j'ai eu envie de mordre à pleines dents toute la journée. Maintenant il est piégé, impuissant, à Ma merci. Je vais jouer avec lui comme un chat avec une souris, entrer dans sa tête, lui donner envie d'être consumé par Moi, que Je me nourrisse de sa chair pour qu'il ne fasse plus qu'un avec Moi. Aucune partie de son corps n'est interdite, il sait que je mords très fort et il sait qu'il n'a pas le choix quant à la force ou l'endroit où je le mords. Une fois satisfaite que ses membres et son torse ont été convenablement festoyés, je prends sa queue dans Ma bouche et mords fort, il hurle, tout son corps se contracte en essayant de supporter la douleur, je me demande jusqu'à quel point je devrais serrer les dents pour… enfin tu sais ce que je pense, pas vrai ? Et puis ses couilles, chacune leur tour, ressentant l'agonie que Ma mâchoire et Mes dents lui infligent, il peut bien se débattre, hurler de souffrance, mais il ne va nulle part ; si tu regardes attentivement, tu verras peut-être un sourire s'étirer sur Mon visage tandis que j'apprécie ses cris atroces !

Je suis fermement convaincue qu'il faut trouver un rôle à chaque misérable esclave mâle dans Ma vie. Cet esclave est maintenu enfermé dans sa cellule pour une tâche bien précise : garder Mes bottes propres, en lécher la saleté, la crasse et les immondices dès que bon Me semble, et cette fois-ci, c'est après une dure nuit de bringue dans un club fétichiste dégoûtant et crasseux. Il faut redonner à Mes bottes leur état impeccable ; moins que parfaites, ça n'ira pas. J'éprouve un immense plaisir à le voir se traîner par terre, léchant Mes bottes avec acharnement pendant que Je lui raconte tout ce qui risque de les recouvrir – en fait, ça ne fait que le rendre encore plus avide d'elles !