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 tem seu escravo amarrado à mesa em um body restritivo, com apenas seu pinto e rosto à mostra. Ela sobe em cima do rosto dele para ver melhor a bagunça escorrendo, e corta o suprimento de ar dele com a bunda. E que bunda, totalmente épica! A mente do escravo deve estar enlouquecendo, entre lutar por ar debaixo dessa bunda incrível, seu pinto está sendo provocado impiedosamente com uma varinha mágica, mas toda vez que ele chega perto, Mistress Tess arranca a varinha, pronta para começar tudo de novo. Quando Ela finalmente decide que ele pode gozar, é claro que é arruinado e alimentado de volta ao corpo de onde veio, todos os bons escravos sempre comem a própria bagunça, apenas para reforçar os sentimentos de vergonha, patetice e nojo de si mesmos!

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!

Preciso drenar as bolas do Meu escravo. Ele não goza há meses e está na hora de cada última gota de porra ser tirada dele. Amarrado numa cadeira de bondage na clínica, vou garantir que essa não seja uma experiência prazerosa para ele. Ele tem sorte de Eu estar tocando o pau dele, mas aqui não tem punheta carinhosa e suave, ah não, ele vai receber uma punheta violenta, repetidamente, levando-o à beira do orgasmo várias vezes. Ele vai poder gozar, mas só depois que Eu tiver transformado ele num destroço mental babão. Não quero que ele aproveite isso, quero que seja agonizante, que ele sofra durante esse processo, com o cérebro sobrecarregado pelos limites enquanto enfio Meus dedos fundo na garganta dele como se estivesse fodendo-o com Meu pau. Uns tapas na cara também garantem que ele não tenha ideia de onde está nem do que está acontecendo. Por isso é que, e mal posso crer que perdi isso até rever o vídeo, a primeira ruína dele simplesmente escorre sem nenhuma sensação, o que Eu adoro! Mais duas ruínas e ele fica seco, mas claro que toda aquela porra tem que ser limpa, então volta tudo para dentro dele. Uma delícia!

Aqui está um agrado para o Meu escravo, um conjunto novinho em folha, meias de látex transparentes e camisola, simplesmente não há nada entre sua língua ansiosa e Minha pele celestial, ele pode ver TUDO através do látex super fino, mas tudo o que pode fazer é passar a língua sobre a borracha, imaginando o que poderia ser se o látex não estivesse ali. A provocação, o tormento, a negação são deliciosos, ele está desesperado para adorar cada centímetro das Minhas pernas cobertas de látex e da Minha boceta, e devo dizer que fico muito excitada com o desespero, excitação e firmeza que ele aplica com a língua, as coisas ficam tão quentes na verdade que tenho que empurrá-lo para longe de lamber Meu grelo através do látex antes que as coisas saiam do controle!

Espalhado sobre a Minha cruz de Santo André está uma deliciosa refeição na qual desejei cravar Meus dentes durante todo o dia. Agora ele está preso, indefeso, à Minha mercê. Vou brincar com ele como um gato brinca com um rato, entrar na cabeça dele, fazê-lo querer ser consumido por Mim, para Mim me alimentar de sua carne para que ele possa se tornar um Comigo. Nenhuma parte do corpo dele é proibida, ele sabe que Eu mordo muito forte e sabe que não tem escolha quanto à força ou onde Eu o mordo. Uma vez satisfeita que seus membros e tronco foram devidamente banqueteados, pego seu pau em Minha boca e mordo forte, ele uiva, todo o corpo retesando e tentando lidar com a dor, pergunto-me quão forte teria que morder até, bem você sabe no que estou pensando, não sabe? E então suas bolas, cada uma por vez, cada uma sentindo a agonia que Minha mandíbula e dentes lhe trazem, ele pode espernear, gritar de agonia, mas não vai a lugar nenhum, se olhar bem pode ver um sorriso surgir em Meu rosto enquanto aprecio seus gritos agonizantes!

Sou uma firme crente em encontrar um papel para cada escravo masculino inferior na Minha vida. Este escravo é mantido trancado na sua cela para uma tarefa específica, que é manter Minhas botas limpas, lamber a sujeira, a fuligem e a imundície delas sempre que Eu considerar apropriado, e nesta ocasião foi após uma noite pesada de festa num clube fetichista sujo e encardido. As Minhas botas precisam ser trazidas de volta à sua condição impecável, estar abaixo da perfeição simplesmente não serve. Tenho grande prazer ao vê-lo se arrastar pelo chão, lambendo desesperadamente Minhas botas mesmo quando lhe digo o que provavelmente está sobre elas — na verdade, isso só o torna ainda mais ávido por elas!