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!

Mistress Tess ha il suo schiavo legato al tavolo in un body restrittivo, con solo il suo cazzo e il viso in mostra. Lei sale sul suo viso per dare un'occhiata migliore al pasticcio gocciolante, e gli taglia la fornitura d'aria con il suo culo. E che culo, totalmente epico! La mente dello schiavo deve star impazzendo, tra la lotta per l'aria sotto questo incredibile culo il suo cazzo viene stuzzicato senza pietà con una bacchetta doxy, ma ogni volta che si avvicina, Mistress Tess strappa via la bacchetta, pronta a ricominciare da capo. Quando Lei finalmente decide che gli è permesso venire, è ovviamente rovinato e rimesso nel corpo da cui è venuto, tutti i buoni schiavi mangiano sempre la propria sporcizia, proprio per rafforzare i sentimenti di vergogna, pateticità e disgusto verso se stessi!

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!

Ho bisogno di svuotare le palle del mio schiavo. Non viene da mesi ed è ora che ogni ultima goccia di sborra gli venga tolta. Legato su una sedia bondage nella clinica, mi assicurerò che questa non sia un'esperienza piacevole per lui, è fortunato che gli tocchi il cazzo, qui però niente sega delicata e amorevole, oh no, riceverà una sega brutale, ancora e ancora, portandolo sull'orlo più e più volte, potrà venire, ma solo dopo averlo ridotto a un relitto senza mente e sbavante. Non voglio che si goda tutto questo, voglio che sia straziante, che soffra durante questo processo, il suo cervello sopraffatto dagli edging mentre gli infilo le dita fino in fondo alla gola come se lo stessi scopando con il mio cazzo. Qualche schiaffo in faccia buttato lì per assicurarmi che non abbia idea di dove sia o cosa stia succedendo. Ed ecco perché, e non posso credere di essermelo perso finché non ho riguardato la clip, la sua prima rovina cola fuori senza alcuna sensazione, cosa che adoro! Altre due rovine ed è a secco, ma ovviamente tutta quella sborra va ripulita quindi torna dentro di lui. Che buono!

Ecco un regalo per il Mio schiavo, un completo nuovo di zecca, calze e négligé in lattice trasparente, non c'è assolutamente nulla tra la sua lingua impaziente e la Mia pelle celestiale, può vedere TUTTO attraverso il lattice sottilissimo, ma tutto ciò che può fare è passare la lingua sulla gomma, immaginando cosa potrebbe essere se il lattice non ci fosse. La provocazione, il tormento, la negazione sono semplicemente deliziosi, lui è disperato nel voler venerare ogni centimetro delle Mie gambe e della Mia figa ricoperte di lattice, e devo dire che mi eccito molto per la disperazione, l'eccitazione e la fermezza che sta applicando con la lingua, le cose diventano così bollenti infatti che devo spingerlo via dal leccare il mio clitoride attraverso il lattice prima che la situazione sfugga di mano!

Disteso sulla Mia croce di Sant'Andrea c'è un pasto delizioso nel quale ho desiderato affondare i Miei denti per tutto il giorno. Ora è intrappolato, impotente, alla Mia mercé. Giocherò con lui come un gatto gioca con un topo, entrerò nella sua testa, gli farò desiderare di essere consumato da Me, che Io mi nutra della sua carne così che possa diventare uno con Me. Nessuna parte del suo corpo è vietata, sa che mordo molto forte e sa che non ha scelta su quanto forte o dove lo mordo. Una volta soddisfatta che le sue membra e il suo busto siano stati adeguatamente banchettati, prendo il suo cazzo nella Mia bocca e mordo forte, lui urla, tutto il corpo si tende cercando di far fronte al dolore, mi chiedo quanto forte dovrei mordere per... beh sai cosa sto pensando, vero? E poi i suoi coglioni, uno alla volta, ognuno sentendo l'agonia che la Mia mascella e i Miei denti gli infliggono, potrà dibattersi, urlare nell'agonia, ma non va da nessuna parte, se guardi attentamente potresti vedere un sorriso insinuarsi sul Mio viso mentre mi godo le sue grida agonizzanti!

Sono fermamente convinta di trovare un ruolo per ogni misero schiavo maschio nella Mia vita. Questo schiavo viene tenuto rinchiuso nella sua cella per un compito specifico, ovvero tenere puliti i Miei stivali, leccare via lo sporco, il sudiciume e la sozzura ogni volta che lo ritengo opportuno, e in questa occasione è dopo una dura nottata di baldoria in un sudicio e lercio club fetish. I Miei stivali devono essere riportati al loro stato immacolato, essere meno che perfetti proprio non va bene. Provo grande piacere nel vederlo strisciare sul pavimento, leccando disperatamente i Miei stivali persino mentre gli dico cosa probabilmente li ricopre, anzi questo lo rende solo ancora più bramoso!