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DOMINATRIX – I Know You love to Be Punished

DOMINATRIX – I Know You love to Be Punished

There are people in this life who love to create their own chains of bondage. They need a cruel dominatrix. They use it as an escape from responsibility, a reason to curl up in a ball and hide from the outside world. But of course there are also those who will willingly accept the attraction of intrigue, a package of darkness, often to identify that it is the best gift they may have ever received. Let me hands you that box and take you into my own personal abyss. Welcome to the world of BDSM consisting of bondage, domination, and sadomasochism with this dominatrix. Here you will learn that ‘ submission’ is your central name and if you happen to be wise, you will learn that domination is my game. Don’ t be fooled by my rather pleasant method or my somewhat harmless appearance. Cross me actually once and my wrath will cut you like a knife. You will hear satan himself crawl from my own lips. Your only desire shall be to please your dominatrix and from this instant on you will address myself as your divine goddess. Let me get into every crevice of the dirty little mind of yours. There will be no mercy. You will learn to understand the true benefits of a real femdom. You will be humbled in front of me, your dominatrix, and learn that my embarrassment has no boundaries, as you will find out! My domination rules! Nothing gives me more pleasure than to have you, a snivelling worm cock undressed at my feet, collared and able to serve. You will show me the abominable streak of mouse button droppings that you really are. You will see no escape. I will your depths of your soul whatever your fetish or desire. There is nothing as a dominatrix I haven’ t done or seen. When I stand above you adorned in my limited black latex and my stilettos, you will feel my personal power radiate from my personal very being. You will understand then and only then, i have trampled on greater beings that have crawled coming from beneath a stone with my garden. Your eyes will be transfixed to the floor simply daring to look up if and when My answer is so. You will only confer with your dominatrix when invited to do so. If I see so much as being a shudder from that excuse for any penis that hangs ,in shame, from your groin, I will crush your mind, body and spirit. Consider yourself privileged that I allow you to breathe the same weather that I do. You will learn to know your place and make no mistake! It is always beneath the fat of my dominating femdom ego.

dominatrix holding a crop and wearing black PVC

A dominatrix usually knows what you need and I will be no exception to that. When you arrive to me for dominatrix telephone sex I can fulfil just about every fantasy known to man. My dominatrix chat will take you to locations that you didn’ t understand even existed. I know how you long for my 9 in . strap-on lady cock to penetrate that man vaginal area of yours, your head plucked back in ecstasy by your collar as I thrust it into that tight little love tube within those extended buttocks. I will milk that prostate and I will make you mine. I will reduce one to a quaking wreck, begging me for more. You will feel the weight of my chest impaled on your back ?nternet site hold you down on the bed with my long purple talon fingernails embedded with your flesh. You will know what it is prefer to be under control of your cruel dominatrix. I will take you and do with you as I decide. So be very clear using what you desire. Be careful with what you want for because there will be simply no going back when I start. I will stretch your boundaries exactly like I will stretch that boi cunt of yours, produce no mistake! Of course , your preference may be for the real thing. So many of you come in my experience with your fantasies to draw on real cock, confused by the desire to be a whore bitch to this dominatrix that renders you helpless in addition to submission. Sweet and passive, dressed to thrill. How you will long to look at yourself in the mirror parading in your silky panties and stockings with this never ending fantasy to be spit roasted between my two fabulous dungeon doms. My two large and muscular tenderloins as I so affectionately refer to them. One standing in front of you holding his considerable, sweet, juicy cock in his hand, dripping and ready for you to slowly deep throat under my instruction, the other one mounting you, erect and ready to fuck that tight and wanton minor star fish of your own. As your dominatrix I love to observe those rippling bodies overwhelming a sissy slut slut like you in helpless raptures between them. How this dominatrix loves to watch them spray you with their hot sticky love honey. How your dominatrix loves to watch you tidy up every last drop of cum with your tongue whenever they have finished with you. They can be insatiable for a sissy boi cunt like yours, and you simply in turn will become insatiable for the kids. Vanilla sex will lighter into insignificance; even my personal enviable strapon chattes poilue will take a step back into second place. The craving for this dominatrix will probably be like a bottomless pit! No matter how much you get, you can always want more.


So what is it that presents to consumers my way I ask yourself? Is it the thought of me as being a dominatrix with those quad high PVC boots with sharp metal heels? They are so perfect for pinning these testicles to the floor after i is seeking perfection by my slave boys. They may be so persuasive! Is it the concept of nestling your face on these pretty lacy stocking covers of mine? Maybe even daring to kiss them delicately with your quivering mouth? Jogging your hands over my very long silky legs maybe? Or is it the thought of that limited shaven pussy beneath that little black thong that reduces you to an idiotic squealing piggy boy? A single, if I say ‘ jump’ you will say ‘ yes mistress, how high?! ’ You think about it, don’ to you? You need a dominatrix to tell you what to do. Those soft puffy pussy lips, the erect rosebud of a clitoris and those glistening layers of rose pink fuck meats that lay within. How you yearn for it! How you lengthy to touch it. How you long to caress that with that pathetic slug just like tongue of yours. Style that sweet pussy elixir exuding from the depths of my very core. How you long to drink from the revered chalice of nectar. Do you really honestly think I would let a quaking hamster dick like yourself to take pleasure coming from a dominatrix like me? How dare you! Your only solace would be the waft of my womanhood. I told you domination is usually my game, and this can be your first lesson. I want your ultimate submission first of all and my domination will make that happen. You will drink my sparkling champagne using your mouth wide open and eyes wide shut! There are not any surfboards in my water sports! Let me squirt my golden rainwater, hot and sweet, directly into that face of your own. You will take every last dribble that I choose to bestow upon you. It will run-down your body like a scolding river and you will be forever grateful which a dominatrix of such substantial esteem would allow you to enter the fields of ambrosia directly from her own hot rainy cunt. As your dominatrix you’ll certainly be my most unprecedented obedient, compliant, acquiescent, subservient, docile, meek, dutiful, tractable of all time, forever in my clutches. You will be my financial servant who will serve my every need. I will rinse you from here to kingdom come. You will not be able to resist. My personal domination is second to non-e whenever you will find out. It will wake you in the early hours and it will disturb you throughout the working day. There will never be considered a moment when it leaves your opinions. You will long to be taken in hand. Long to have all that responsibility taken from your shoulders in the ones precious moments when we connect together. To give yourself to me personally, your dominatrix and only myself for phonesex and gender cam chat. Do not make concentrate on of being a smart ass slave with me. That will not be tolerated by this strict dominatrix. Play me up even once and I will have you cleaning every public toilet from here to Paris and make you stand naked at the top of the Eiffel Tower doing the penis heli-copter dance for all to see! My personal imagination knows no bounds and there will be no whim. You think you know about S& M? You have no idea! You think this really is all about ‘ spank and wank’? Ball busting and nipple twisting? You have substantially to learn! As a dominatrix I get to the parts that other women cannot reach or could not even consider. BDSM comes from my extremely heart. I am unsafe. I enjoy it. Humiliation is just as easy for me as breathing. Being a dominatrix, bondage, dominance, superiority and sadomasochism are my world. I have but a single mantra and one rule only. When your balls happen to be squeezed tightly in my hand, your heart and brain will soon follow. Understand that and you should understand me. Your mortification and submission are living blood and for that you will be eternally grateful.

And the cuckolds who serve this dominatrix? How I love my own little cuck boys, you beautiful, inadequate freaks! You cuckold sissies. It’ s i9000 so sad how you have to watch your wife being fucked by another man, a person with a real cock. Certainly not that pathetic maggot that lays limp and ineffective unable to rear its go get the the occasion. Your unhappy and sickly little itty bitty clitty, that’ ersus no good to any dominatrix. My spouse and i don’ t know so why you just don’ t place back on the bed and rub it like a female! But then you probably do, even without my permission. As your dominatrix I will exhilarate you ?nternet site instruct my fuck slaves to pleasure that woman who should be dearest to you. See her spread-eagled through the bed, her back arching from the ecstasy of being a real rock hard rod breaking through her pulsating cunt. Causing you to hear her panting and moaning, as she wraps her legs tightly around her new found fuck toy. You can crawl on your joints towards them. Look directly as that man-shaft goes in her sticky gaping spray hole dripping from the sheer excitement of experiencing what a serious man really feels like. Pay attention to his rock hard balls have sex with up against her! Look just how his arse cheeks written agreement every time he thrusts his bare back penis very difficult into her very heart and soul. Look how her eyes gently roll back each and every time he takes her for the edge. Listen to them writhing in pleasure. Watch them tightly. If you are a very good youngster, your dominatrix may allow you to lay with your head below them when he fucks her doggy style. Her arse cocked high in the air so that you can experience every wet push and catch the move of pussy juice on your teeth from underneath her. When he finally expends every last drop of that hot damp creamy cum deep inside her loins, you may ask his permission to clean his prick with your mouth and you will be pleased. Then you will suck that stream of sweet sampling squirt from her pussy. Don’ t forget that domination is my game, so do not miss a single drop! Lick it inside and out and consume every last mouthful. Then you definitely will thank him intended for fulfilling your deepest darkest fantasy and you will bow into your dominatrix like the poor and pathetic cuckold that you really are. That’ s the picture I will paint with my words when I whisper within your ear in our dominatrix gender chat. Elaborate and outlined. I will make it happen for you.


Sometimes I wonder what it is about your dominatrix in leather, latex, and PVC that turns you on so much. When I sit down in that huge throne within my dungeon in my tight acrylic catsuit and you are on your knees in front of me, wretched and pitiful, do you think that I haven’ t seen that gleam in your eye? Do you think I just haven’ t noticed that very long intake of breath as I slim towards you as you take in my scent? Do you not think that I can see your useless encounter as you caress those prolonged leather boots of quarry when you rest your face in the calf? There isn’ big t anything I don’ to see as a dominatrix. My spouse and i is watching you on a regular basis. I make you stand ahead of me so I can inspect that lowly body of your own and I circle you watching every move that you produce. Do you honestly believe that this dominatrix would miss anything that’s at all? I know how you would love to nestle into my slightly exposed cleavage. I know you would give your life if I were to unnecessary that zip and uncover those voluptuous breasts with those erect dainty erect nipples. How you would love to lay again while I straddle your face and feed my open kitty into your mouth, something I reserve for only the selected few. I know you love the smell of that beautiful gentle hide mixed with the fact of my warm wet pussy honey. I know you like the click of the high spiky leather heels of your dominatrix as I make my personal observations. I’ ve noticed your legs go to jelly right in front of me. I’ ve seen your cock stand abruptly to interest, even when I crack that with my cane. The same as I watch you retract those testicles when I make that first thwack through the back of your thighs. Think you’ ve got apart with it do you? I think not. You wouldn’ t be the first slave to be dragged across my own spanking bench with his arms cuffed to the two big hooks on my wall and a spreading bar push between his ankles so I can administer a really good thrashing. My own cat o nine myths is particularly efficient for that purpose. That stinging sound since it lashes across your drag and the whimpering voice to thank me appropriately every time I just make contact with that bare arse. But then what is better for a slimy worm like yourself. You need to understand it is your dominatrix who makes the decisions here and will be in charge of you going forward. You may think you bottom from the top and I am just the facilitator, but you are so incorrect. There is only one person within the room who is in control, the one who makes the final decisions everywhere, and that my dear obedient, compliant, acquiescent, subservient, docile, meek, dutiful, tractable, is me, your strict dominatrix. When my fingers twirl around that tight back of the shirt that I gave you the advantage of wearing for your superiority training, and my your forehead is riveted up against yours, be sure to listen very carefully as I whisper my instruction. Once your eyes meet mine, then you certainly will know your leather clad dominatrix means serious organization. When I clamp those serrated metal alligator clips upon those rather sorry nipples of yours you’ ll understand just how serious I absolutely is. I like to pinch, turn and twist. I will cause you to feel the agony and the fervor. But of course, we should not forget the best. Something with a bit of strength! When I bend you as well as insert that rather cool metal speculum deep in to that bottomless pit of anal orifice, crank it open slowly and then pushed my violet wand straight down it. Did anyone ever before tell you that you shudder like a pig that has just gone to meet its maker? I just bet they didn’ to, did they? That’ s why I am telling you now. It may help you figure out your place. Your low ranking, as I said before! Your place is underneath that huge ego of mine. My domination has the very last word! Just how it should be from your dominatrix!

So , when it comes to a dominatrix is it satin and ribbons that take your fancy or perhaps shiny black PVC? It provides one such a feeling of grandeur to become trussed into that tight black basque and those leg high PVC boots, along with those long hand protection that reach up to my armpits. And don’ t neglect my beautiful shiny dark-colored dominatrix kitty mask. Sometimes I think I look nearly sweet! Of course , as you well know, you should never judge an e book by its cover. Although sometimes I feel my hard work is such a waste, the moment all you really want to do is definitely lick cream from between those perfect little toes and fingers of mine. But then that’ s just one of the many joys of being a dominatrix. To be paid a copious sum of money as a femdom by someone who just wants to mind bang your feet. Don’ t you just love it when I gradually unzip that long boot in front of you? And then if the mood requires me I may let you disentangle one of my sheer dark stockings and use my own toes for your pleasure. Then I order you to lick my foot from end to end and to suck slowly on every dainty little digit. Most of you prefer it with the stockings left on don’ capital t you? You say you love the taste of old perspiration. This dominatrix will carry out your every desire, your every need. Domination in the highest realm! We know what it takes to understand you. Like my Sisters in sin, I could look deep into that soul of yours, I realize what makes you tick, I do know how to reach the very absolute depths of your mind. I understand the best way you think. I mouth. You love to suck it through the seam where the toes head out. But then there is no accounting to get taste. Like when you begu me to let you suck the juices from the crotch my thong or to be gagged with it when I hole you to the bed. How lucky you are to have a mistress at your beck and give us a call at on live dominatrix erotische cams. Any time of the night or day we wait gracing you with our presence. I actually do hope you appreciate what a dominatrix can actually do for you. Some are never lost for thoughts. I understand about the wishing. The sub frenzy! I know how you just have to act out all those fantasies with a dominatrix plus the uncontrolled state that gets the adrenaline pumping and your heart and soul racing. Just one tiny consideration will trigger you off with some very benign small thing like the glimpse of a woman in high stiletto heels sitting on a coach, or coming face to face which has a woman in an exquisite restricted business suit and black seamed stockings at work. A small trivial little thing which goes unnoticed by the rest of the environment, but in five seconds flat it can reduce you to a red faced, quivering, salivating wreck. Emasculation in one chop down swoop! Nothing pleases me as a dominatrix more than to acquire you naked and kneeling at my feet, preferably with your wrists bound and a ball gag in your mouth and a blindfold across the eyes to cut off yet another one of your senses. The only way you could find me is by my aromatischer geschmackstoff or the hot breath out of my mouth. You have to live with the fear of surprise since you never know what I will do next. You can experience me as I enter the body space. Your olfactory senses will tell you how close I am. You can hear me when I whisper those sweet dark nothings in your head. You can feel my contact but you cannot see me or know what delights might be awaiting you. Trust is your only hope with a dominatrix. Am I going to twist those nipple clamps or take that cock of yours with both hands and wring its neck such as a chicken in a butchers store at Christmas? Am I gonna squeeze those balls until a tear rolls straight down your cheek? You see fear is what I rely on and I have filled many men with the fear from heck, because once I’ ve got you chained and shackled, the world soon becomes my oyster. Oh just how weak you really are. Dozens of times I have grappled you to the ground, as easy as throwing away a paper bag. I just lay on your chest with my personal knuckle pressed tightly into the solar plexus and you drop the use of your arms and legs just like a helpless puppy. I watch you as you try to get your breath. I love that look of sheer anxiety on your face. Then all of the I have to do being a dominatrix is a quick swivel spherical and place a scissor hold your throat between individuals mean lean muscular legs of mine. My kitty rammed up against your face. If perhaps you knew just how pathetic you really look. It is so straightforward I could pick up a book and get in some much needed ‘ me’ time while I maintain you in place until it matches me to set you free of charge. In fact a lot of the time this doesn’ t suit myself, but then what are you doing to stop me? You can’ t can you? That’ s i9000 when I know I’ ve got you. Do I allow you to come up for air? Very well I might if you’ re also a very good boy, and frankly, as a good boy would be a incredibly wise decision with this dominatrix. I do not take kindly to people who annoy me or perhaps try to struggle. They often live to regret it. Resist the dominatrix and you are dealing with me. That is an unpardonable Sin!


There are some items in this world that some people claim only dreams are made of. I will say you are my dream and I, your dominatrix, am your worst headache, a recurring nightmare that chases you even throughout your waking hours with my personal domination, my power, and worst of all, my sadomasochistic determination. When you are gagged and cuffed by this dominatrix upon that great iron understructure in my dungeon with your thighs spread wide apart and your ankles chained to a rod. What actually goes through that empty little submissive head of yours? You wait in anticipation for your dominatrix to punish you don’ to you? That’ s what gives you the rush doesn’ big t it!? You hear that match scrape across the box which distant whoosh as the flame begins to flare. I will feel you brace yourself. Then simply there is the smell of that smouldering wax from those two red candles that I ignored deliberately for you to see when you walked in and crouched in shame before me. I saw you looking out of the corner of your eye. I told you, I miss nothing. We tell you to relax but you harden with baited breath. I run my hand over that flaccid useless little budgie’ s tongue of a prick. Personally I prefer looking at an erect cock myself rather than a second hand pile of giblets that looks like it has been gutted from a festive bird. I wait. I expect a reaction. You feel my hands dance with those candles over your body dripping the ones sizzling tiny droplets on to the eye of that male organ. It always stands to attention then. I can’ t think why! My spouse and i wait for that sharp intake of oxygen to whistle through that ball gag. That stifles your cries whenever nothing else. Then gradually I lower my stance using the hot candles closer and closer. I hear the panting. I watch the perspiration form tiny droplets on your forehead. Watching the cock in raptures jointly fall of red cooking hot serum is such entertaining. I just love to make amazing patterns and see your skin intelligent from the heat. It is so creative! And then I talk you down slowly when your reduced torso looks like a rather distastefully decorated Birthday cake. This kind of dominatrix is always so proud of her work! But then of course the real fun begins. I couldn’ t possibly mail you home to your wife like that could I? My dressage mix comes in so handy at times like these. You can hear it as I tap it on the palm of my hand, slightly impatiently, just to give you an inkling of what might be waiting for you. It has such a wonderful way of just cutting throughout the air making that attractive resounding sharp sound. One good hard crack right throughout the head of the penis and hey ho, all spending ready to go home and be the dutiful wax free man again. Perfect! In fact devoid of waxing lyrical about it, an ideal end to a perfect day time. Domination from a dominatrix at its finest!