Power. The power to pass judgement. Casually, callously. To tease, torture…to end…a life. Dominion. Our birthright. To embrace it. Wield it. And do so enthusiastically! When the day ‘tees up’ an opportunity to exert that

Power. The power to pass judgement. Casually, callously. To tease, torture…to end…a life. Dominion. Our birthright. To embrace it. Wield it. And do so enthusiastically! When the day ‘tees up’ an opportunity to exert that

Your&Amp;Rsquo;S Truly.

Head To Toe&Amp;Hellip;In The Skins Of The Slaughtered. If It Doesn&Amp;Rsquo;T Bleed&Amp;Hellip; If It Doesn&Amp;Rsquo;T Cry When It&Amp;Rsquo;S Killed&Amp;Hellip; I Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Wear It! Cruelty And Decadence. Such An Intoxicating Potion!

Evil On My Mind. Ohhhhhh&Amp;Hellip;The Things I&Amp;Rsquo;Ll Do To You!

Sigh&Amp;Hellip;Winter&Amp;Rsquo;S Almost Gone. I&Amp;Rsquo;Ll Miss Coming Down Here To Watch The Homeless Freeze To Death. I&Amp;Rsquo;Ll Just Have To Find Something Else To Give Me A Laugh. And Start That Lovely Little Tingle Down There. Not To Fret. I&Amp;Rsquo;M Sure

No Trudging Through Muddy Fields In Baggy Camo And Ugly Boots For This Huntress. I Prefer A Luxurious Tent, Marble Floors, The Champagne On Ice, Something Shiny, Short And Tight To Slither Into&Amp;Hellip;And Of Course My Favorite Heels. Such Great Sport!

So Seductive. That Familiar, Warm Rush Of Power And Decadence That Washes Over Me When I Slide Into A Thousand Dollar Pair Of Fine Italian Boots The Quality, The Luxury, The Scent Of The Sacrifice. The Embracing Hug Around My Foot. How It Travels Up

&Amp;Ldquo;She&Amp;Rsquo;S So Good With Her Stiletto&Amp;Hellip;You Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Even Mind The Pain.&Amp;Rdquo;

If You Starve Them For Days On End&Amp;Hellip;You&Amp;Rsquo;Ll Be Amazed How Enthusiastically A Slave Will Eat Away At Your Divine Ass. How Deep They&Amp;Rsquo;Ll Go. How Enthusiastically Their Tongue Will Dance Inside You. And With The Proper Aversion Training,

I Sooooo Love The Look On Little Brother&Amp;Rsquo;S Face. When&Amp;Hellip;Home From School, He Enters His Room Only To Find Me Sitting On The Edge Of His Bed. In Leather&Amp;Hellip;And Spiked Heels. The Shaking. The Crying. He Used To Try To Run. Pointless. I

Everyone Else Has Left The Building. The New Boss Summons You To Her Office. She Tells You To Kneel&Amp;Hellip;And Explain In Sixty Seconds Why You Shouldn&Amp;Rsquo;T Be Fired. Do You Launch Into A Stammering, Desperate And Incoherent List Of Reasons. Feeble

I Love That Panicked Snorting Sound They Make Right Before Their Noses Break. And The Little Clicks And Clacks Of Teeth Losing The Fight Against A Metal Heel. And The Give And Collapse Of Their Sternum And Ribs Under My Weight. Was That A Twig Snapping

My Whips, Even The Most Fierce, Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Always Achieve The Level Of Suffering I Desire. At Times Like That&Amp;Hellip;I Simply Improvise. Think Outside The Box Ladies.

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