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 has her slave strapped to the table in a restrictive bodysuit, with just his cock and face on show. She gets up on his face to get a better look at the dribbly mess, and cuts off his air supply with her ass. And what an ass it is, totally epic! The slave's mind must be going mad, between struggling for air beneath this incredible ass his cock is being teased mercilessly with a doxy wand, but every time he gets close Mistress Tess snatches the wand away, ready to start all over again. When She finally decides that he's allowed to cum, it is of course ruined and fed back to the body from which it came, all good slave's always eat their own mess, just to reinforce the feelings of shame, patheticness and disgust with themselves!

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!

I need to drain My slave's balls. he hasn't cum for months and it's time he had every last drop of cum taken from him. Restrained in a bondage chair in the clinic I'm going to ensure that this isn't a pleasurable experience for him, he's lucky I'm touching his cock, there's no gentle, loving handjob here though, oh no, he's going to receive a harsh hand job, over and over again, bringing him to the edge over and over again, he'll get to cum, but not until I've turned him into a mindless, dribling wreck. I don't want him to enjoy this, I want it to be agonising, for him to suffer through this process, his brian overwhelmed with the edges whilst I shove My fingers as far down his throat as possible like I'm fucking him with My cock. A few slaps to the face thrown in as well ensure that he has no idea where he is or what's going on. Which is why, and I can't believe I missed it until I watched the clip back, his first ruin just trickles out with no sensation at all, which I love! Two more ruins and he's dry, but of course all that cum must be cleaned up so back into him it goes. Yummy!

Here's a treat for My slave, a brand new outfit, transparent latex stockings and negligee, there simply isn't anything between his eager tongue and My heavenly skin, he can see EVERYTHING through the super thin latex, but all he can do is run his tonuge over the rubber, imagining what might be if the latex wasn't there. The tease, the torment, the denial is just delicious, he's desperate to worship every inch of My latex covered legs and pussy, and I must say I do get very turned on by the desperation, excitement and firmness that he is applying with his tongue, things get so steamy in fact that I have to puish him away from licking My clit through the latex before things get out of hand!

Spread out on My St Andrews cross is a delicious meal that I've been wanting to sink My teeth in to all day long. Now he's trapped, helpless, at My mercy. I'm going to toy with him like a cat toys with a mouse, get inside his head, make him want to be consumed by Me, for Me to feed upon his flesh so he can become one with Me. No part of his body is off limits, he knows I bite very hard and he knows he has no choice in how hard or where I bite him. Once I am satisfied his limbs and torso have been suitably feasted upon I take his cock in My mouth and bite down hard, he howls, his whole body tightening and trying to cope with the pain, I wonder how hard I'd have to bite down to, well you know what I'm thinking don't you? And then his balls, each one in turn, each of them feeling the agony that My jaw and teeth bring to him, he may thrash about, scream out in agony, but he's going nowhere, if you look closely you may see a smile creep across My face as I enjoy his agonising screams!

I'm a firm believer in finding a role for every lowly male slave in My life. This slave is being kept locked in his cell for one specific task, that being to keep My boots clean, to lick the dirt, frime and filth from them whenever I see fit, and on this occasion it's after a hard night partying at a dirty, grimy fetish club. My boots need bringing back to their pristine condition, being less than perfect just won't do. I take great pleasure in his grovelling on the floor, desperately licking at My boots even as I tell him what's likely to be all over them, in fact that just makes him greedier for them!