The trouble with trampling as I see it? Stilettos reduce the surface area and increase the pressure. Rib fractures happen, and suddenly I’m visiting a slave in the ER. No. There is a better way to trample … and slaves absolutely hate it. IN FACT … they hate it so much they will do anything to distract me the moment they realize it’s about to happen. I’ve seen grown men suddenly develop an intense need to recount their entire grocery list or beg to clean the grout with a toothbrush just to delay the inevitable. Their eyes go wide, scanning the room for an escape route that doesn’t exist, and they start making these pathetic, whimpering noises before I’ve even …
Listen closely, because I’m only going to explain the rules once. You need to understand the nature of the game before it begins. First, the Tickle. It seems harmless, doesn’t it? Almost childish really. But that’s the trap. I require you to be absolutely still. To be an object. Objects after all don’t giggle, and they certainly don’t squirm. But when the nerves under your skin are set on fire by my probing fingers, your body will betray you. The tickle you see, is the mechanism of your failure. It forces you to break the one rule that matters which is? Don’t spill me, don’t let me fall – for what good is a piece of human furniture if it …
What is the worst thing I’ve done to a slave as a Mistress? This is a question I’ve just posed to myself right this minute because I think before I point my finger at others I should first point it at myself. I can say this about myself, I didn’t do anything to any of my slaves that they didn’t specifically ask for For example, a toilet slave finds himself at my femdom resort, 35km from the nearest convenience store, deep inside pineapple crop mountains and dense forest way off Google Maps. He’s strapped into my vertical shit feeding machine in the bottom chair trying to come to grips with his throat and tongue not being able to function because …
