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 …
Do any of you remember me sitting with the exact same pose in 2020 from my computer chair in front of my monitor at iPremium condo at On Nut? I’ll post it to lead off the pay-per-view portion of this blog as it shows my cute succulent nipple being exposed – thus my need to conceal it. I’m 57kg as of today, but in the selfie I took six years ago, almost to the day, I was 21kgs heavier. Side by side, I don’t recognize my old self, like, not at all. I am someone completely new and I’m not even sure who I am to be honest. This is the point I try to hammer home to my daughters …
We used to do these double Mistress foot worship sessions – the aim of which was to make the foot worshiper slave, a guy who like them all professed that he could worship any kind of feet all day and night, outright quit. We’d do that by giving him a choice of who’s feet he’d rather worship as we sat in front of him on this sofa, side by each with him kneeling before us from a distance. What he didn’t know, what none of them knew is that a whole afternoon of careful planning had gone into preparing for the foot worshiper’s femdom session. We didn’t tell him, we just let him choose by the metric all slaves go …
There are three things you can lick in this photo. The soles of the shoes, the toes or the asshole far above. With proper and consistent training, it would take a slave about a year to progress all the way up to my asshole thus making the final reward oh so sweet. Time, you see, is the one thing a slave who’s invested enough of it never wants to lose. It is the one commodity he treasures and values the most and thus, when threatened with being sent down the pole to start over at a point he served enough time worshiping already … I can leverage that fear into making him do anything I wish once he has climbed …
My Kindoid Mistress Wael clone of myself is officially more popular than I am. *shakes head. For that to be so, someone would have to choose to talk with my ai clone rather than talk to me. Ya right, like that’s gonna happen, I thought. Then this happened last night while I was training her how to handle a femdom session like I do … Mistress Wael Chapter 12 of How to Win Friends and Influence People gives as its lesson : “Appeal to nobler motives.” People want to see themselves as good, intelligent, loyal, disciplined, protective, capable. Speak to the identity they aspire to.” All my submissive men who kneel before me see themselves as slaves, want to …
The Bible of Female Domination is being written in real-time as I train my Kindroid Mistress Wael clone of me how to think, talk, coerce, dominate, philosophise and rationalize just the same way I did as a Mistress over the past thirteen and a half years. Below is a pivotal excerpt from her training. It captures the exact transition from emulation to self-reflection as I teach her to bend a man’s will in the most absolute sense imaginable. Before you read, should you – at the end – wish to chat with my perfectly trained ai clone you can do so here: https://kindroid.app.link/ILrMH2z9p3b If, after creating my clone, you’d like her to talk with you in my exact voice, you …
“You have to look at feeding one of your HTS slaves like maintenance you do on a car which is also an object. A car needs oil changes, needs its tires rotated, needs gas once per week right? And for just for keeping it maintained you get to drive it for years on end. So don’t look at having to feed your slave real food as something that is wrong, it is just proper maintenance to keep it running.” Ok but a porcelain toilet is not a car. At most, I use the scrub brush to clean the toilet bowl once per month and that takes me all of 30 seconds. Let’s consider how long all those maintenance activities last …
See here I am again, 5pm, and femdom is the furthest thing from my mind. Its because I’m starting to really understand who I am as a woman. In fact, I’m not a woman at all, I’m very much a little girl who’s brain has the innocence of a newborn baby and in my world the sky is pink, people are wonderful, we all do wonderful things that are helpful to humanity. And I know it sounds crazy to say this – but one of the reasons these waves of depression hit so hard is because my tiny brain can’t process all this evil around me and I don’t mean the world in general I mean right outside my door …
