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!

Eu realmente gosto de brincar com submissos trancados e meu garoto escravo tem tido seu pênis encerrado em uma gaiola de castidade metálica há bastante tempo agora. Construí a frustração do escravo incessantemente ao longo dos últimos meses. Teasei-o cada vez mais, testando sua capacidade de resistência ao máximo. Tive o cuidado de usar minha garota escrava durante todo o processo, e os efeitos combinados transformaram meu garoto em uma bagunça desesperada, prestes a se tornar um submetido corno.

Hoje mantenho meu garoto duplamente aprisionado: não apenas no meu cruel e opressivo dispositivo de castidade, mas também atrás das grades. Aumento ainda mais sua frustração exibindo minha submissa feminina e confirmando com meu garoto que ele desenvolveu "...uma atração considerável..." por ela. Passo minhas mãos sobre o objeto do desejo do meu garoto e ele geme, cada vez mais atormentado pela situação de ter que ver o que não pode tocar nem possuir.

Digo as regras ao meu submisso masculino: "Não importa o quanto você se sinta atormentado, deve suportar a frustração." Sou gentil, porém, peço ao meu garoto que imagine como a escrava poderia "...fazer um show..." e ele se anima, ficando excitado — se ao menos seu pênis pudesse se erguer! Meu garoto suspira angustiado enquanto sua imaginação se descontrola, apenas para que seu pênis encontre imediatamente uma dolorosa compressão metálica dentro do dispositivo de castidade. Enquanto isso, minha escrava espera, ajoelhada, pernas tentadoramente abertas com as mãos repousando sobre os joelhos.

Mais uma vez revelo a realidade da vida; o show de hoje será para mim, e eu vou me deliciar assistindo meu garoto sofrer como resultado. Pretendo tratar ambos os meus submissos. Meu garoto sofrerá sua primeira experiência como corno, enquanto minha escrava vai desfrutar de "...um belo pênis grande!" Apresento nosso quarto parceiro de brincadeira, um verdadeiro "membro" do meu encontro, enquanto meu bem dotado brinquedo ereto chega, exibindo seu pênis saliente para meu deleite.

Quero ver a gaiola do pênis do garoto escravo se tensionar enquanto minha escrava trabalha o pênis. Ela certamente está entusiasmada e se ajoelha com eagerness, envolvendo sua mão e depois seus lábios ao redor do pênis ereto, lambendo e chupando o pau com habilidade depravada. Enquanto sua cabeça sobe e desce na glande, sua garganta se abrindo para mais pênis, meu garoto escravo saboreia agora a pílula amarga da cornagem, enquanto a ação ocorre a menos de um metro dele. As visões, os cheiros e os sons da corna são todos para ele suportar, e eu me divirto dirigindo três brinquedos ao mesmo tempo!

Minha escrava geme beatificamente enquanto sua boca molhada agrada o enorme pênis, e seus gemidos são acompanhados pelos dos dois garotos. Apenas um garoto está desfrutando de uma bela, quente e molhada boquete, enquanto o outro só pode balir que gostaria de participar... enquanto a escrava continua olhando diretamente nos olhos do corno, instruo-o a "...sonhar que é o seu próprio pênis!"

Confirmo que a boquete está se sentindo bem, enquanto a escrava continua chupando e engolindo o pênis. Enquanto isso, meu corno desaba e deseja que seu pênis estivesse recebendo a melhor boquete possível. Confirmo que ele progrediu hoje, acrescentando ser corno ao ser meu brinquedo de bondage. Minha escrava massageia o pesado par de bolas diante dela, deixando o corno ainda mais invejoso enquanto ela agrada o pênis, para me agradar.

Continuo comparando os pênis na sala: um atrás das grades, outro envolvido pela boca quente, excitada e feminina da submissa. Meu corno gagueja indignado e em negação, sentindo o profundo sentimento de perda, de ficar de fora, de ser corno. Enquanto isso, o outro par de submissos está absorto no prazer, dando e recebendo, para me agradar. Aumento a frustração do corno e então ordeno à minha escrava que se aproxime do pênis trancado do corno. Enquanto ele se esforça para apresentar seu pênis enjaulado, faço com que a escrava beije suavemente a gaiola do seu pênis.

O som dos beijos se mistura aos gemidos do corno enquanto ele é provocado à destruição mental e metálica pela minha escrava. "Ah, meu Deus! Tão sensível", ele ejacula verbalmente (se ao menos seu pênis pudesse!) enquanto os beijos levam o corno ainda mais fundo na frustração contida, e ele aperta fortemente as barras metálicas que o prendem. Minha escrava confirma que consegue sentir o pênis do corno pulsando intensamente através das barras do dispositivo de castidade. Permito mais alguns toques delicados contra seu pênis antes de levar a escrava embora.

Preparo minha escrava para receber meu cacete pela primeira vez. Esta é uma importante passagem e uma experiência que não tomo à leve. Eu sei que minha escrava está pronta para ser penetrada, e eu aumento a ansiedade gagueja da sub aumentando o tempo. Eu controlo o ritmo enquanto monto os elementos de minha dominação sobre ela: cada momento será saboreado enquanto eu defloro minha sub. Minha escrava está disposta, sobre meu banco. Eu mexo minhas unhas pela espinha da escrava, criando sensações que provocam um leve tremor na minha sub. Eu provoco minha escrava, atormentando todos os sentidos da sub, levando o tempo para construir a excitação até o ponto de ebulição, antes de eu entrar em minha propriedade. Eu estimulo a escrava através do calcinho de renda da sub, gentilmente atormentando a pele, o corpo e a alma. Eu retiro a proteção frágil da escrava, jogando aqueles calcinhos no chão e a escrava se espalha amplamente, exposta. Eu prendo a sub de forma segura, apertada, adicionando camadas de controle que preparam a escrava para uma primeira vez de fodação por mim. Cada uma das correias de couro lembra à escrava de meu poder, removendo a capacidade da sub de se mover, mantendo-a seguramente presa abaixo de mim. Eu introduzo meu cacete de cinto na boca da escrava: um cacete gordo e molhado me servirá bem hoje quando eu a foda com força pela primeira vez. A escrava sugava com vontade, gemendo de desejo enquanto eu descrevo como eu vou foder aquela toca de merda. A escrava lambuz a haste e depois sugá-la profundamente, deixando-a molhada e pronta para mim. Uma vez pronta, eu me movo e começo a provocar o buraco da sub, garantindo que ela esteja lubrificada para sua primeira vez. Meus dedos entram no meu sub e seus gemidos aumentam à medida que eu a estiro, dedilhando aquela toca e enchendo-a. Eu aumento a emoção da minha sub controlada, brincando com minha escrava, desfrutando dela. Então eu me levanto, me posiciono e entro na minha escrava. No início, eu preencho a toca lentamente, empurrando gentilmente. Então eu me movo para mais, subindo na minha escrava, aumentando a profundidade e a taxa de empurrão, reivindicando o buraco da minha sub totalmente. Minha escrava agora geme mais profundamente e continuamente à medida que eu lhe dou prazer através de minha dominação. Eu alinho as diferenças de status entre nós como U/us enquanto controlo a experiência da minha escrava. A respiração da minha sub se torna irregular e ela confirma que a experiência é tudo o que ela havia imaginado e mais. Eu continuo a foder seu buraco, afirmando totalmente mim mesmo, desafiando minha escrava a ir mais fundo, a aceitar mais, a se regozijar em sua excitada obediência para comigo. Eu alongo meus golpes, depois aumento o ritmo. Eu preparei minha escrava e ela recebe faminta a haste completa, seu buraco molhado me ajudar agora a foder exatamente como eu gosto. Eu sorrio em satisfação enquanto eu atingi meu objetivo, introduzindo minha escrava à submissão do cinto. Eu trarei minha escrava de volta a esta forma de obediência, profundizando minha dominação ao longo do tempo. À medida que eu saio de seu buraco, eu já sei que ela quer tanto mais, e me servirá bem usá-la dessa maneira, como parte de seu treinamento de escravo e de meu cada vez mais dominante controle sobre ela.<\/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!