I have to evaluate this Sissy. She is proposing to be at my service but I need to understand if she can be worthy of the privilege. She is sitting on my carpet and she is not looking her best. She has no make-up, no nail varnish on her nails, no shave and no heels on her shoes. Shes a real mess. I lift her skirt and notice that under her fishnet panties she is wearing a little cage for her little cock. It is the only shaved part of his body. I verbally humiliate her by teasing her about her small cock and mulling how she has presented herself. Next time I wish and order him that she must present herself as a flawless Sissy and be impeccable. Before dismissing her I write my initials over his useless cock.
We are 8 beautiful, sadistic and also bitchy Mistresses and our little loser will have to endure various humiliations. She has a jar in her hands with little cards on which punishments are indicated. Each of us will draw a card on which is indicated what she will have to endure. I will be the last. We will spit in his mouth, squeeze his nipples, slap him, make him eat pizza passed on his balls and his cock, squeeze his balls, sniff his armpits, carry him around taking him by the balls and finally he will have the honour of being my pony. The humiliations do not end there and as we smoke, we spit again and throw the ashes into his mouth and make him eat the remaining pizza crushed and stuck to our soles. In the end we triumphantly do a beautiful victory pose with him under our feet.
This evening couldnt have been more fun! Our favorite toy, kneeling before us like the loser he is, with a dildo in his mouth, ready to be humiliated. We played a game trying to throw rings around that foul (the only one our eyes saw LOL), just like at the amusement park, laughing at every missed shot. Every mistake? A perfect opportunity to humiliate and denigrate him more and more.Spitting, slaps, mockery, insults, kicks, stomps… and this worm that begged for our clemency.It was an unforgettable party, where the only purpose of this pathetic slave was to make us laugh.
I Lady scarlet beautiful and unique and Master Divine with a perfect physique and super endowed. Finally a man worthy to be by my side. Finally a male who can touch me and be touched by me. Finally a man worthy of being able to sit on my throne while you losers can only watch and be envious. You can only lie at our feet and do not even have the right to be part of our games. Through his boxers I catch a glimpse of his cock getting bigger and bigger at the mere thought of being with me. You cant wait to see him and in the meantime you are jerking your impotent little cock. He takes off his T-shirt and shows off his beautiful, tanned physique, takes off his boxers and you can admire his huge cock. Already hard and long at the mere thought of being so close to me, I stroke it and take it well in my hand. With effort I squeeze it in my palm and it gets harder and harder while yours is getting smaller and limper and you massage it with just two fingers. At the sight of his straight and thick member you feel like useless losers. It is so exciting that I sit astride him showing you my ass that only he can touch and admire. Everything is wonderful and exciting but only for the two of us.
I am at my slaves house with my friend Dula. We go to the balcony to smoke a cigarette and of course the loser who invited us is used as an ashtray. The weather is bad and cold, we are very covered while he is wearing a very light sweatshirt and shivering from the cold. I tell her about the party the night before and how this slave did nothing. He was trying in every way to disappear so as not to be punished by the Mistress and he will be punished for this serious fault! We throw ashes in his mouth, spit in his mouth and make him swallow everything. We humiliate him all the time and when we run out of cigarettes we put them in his mouth and make him swallow them. Now after a dose of slaps we pull him by the ears ready to give him the right punishment……
I am in Romania for a very important femdom event and a friend from Athens comes to visit me at home. We sit in the kitchen and I make my slave available to both of them. We use him as a footstool and our boots are resting on him. After a long night we get hungry and eat something while he remains in his seat. We take turns eating, chewing and spitting the chewed sandwich on the floor and press it under our soles. It is from here that the slave gets the honour of eating. We have a lot of fun and make him lick the floor with his tongue, he has to remove any residue left attached. We spit and crush food on his back while he is eating. He licks the floor and stops to ask us for a drink. We indulge him, drink some water and spit it on the floor. this is the only way he will quench his thirst. He eats, drinks and licks everything off our soles and when we are satisfied we relax and continue chatting as we put our boots and heels back on him.
I wanted to ask you for another video in which, still in the Cleopatra position but with a slightly different outfit (then Ill explain how), after having shown appreciation for the renunciation of having given you the balls, in an even more sadistic tone, you ask me (citing the my name, that is Davide) of wanting to apply on me a further deprivation that no Mistress has ever done to her slave, but for you I am a special slave therefore there is a need for a unique treatment with me: since slaps, whippings and kicks cause annoying screams, but also because the slaves voice represents a nuisance in itself, always with the famous scalpel you tell me that you will cut my vocal cords so that I will always remain devoted to you not only without virility but also without of the ability to oppose or complain. You have always dreamed of a silent slave like a feline who does not object to anything and who obeys all your desires without saying a word and without even being able to express himself. Once my vocal cords are severed, it will no longer be possible for me to interact normally with the world and this represents a guarantee for you that I will always be faithful to you and that I will be inextricably linked to you. Davide, you must be my silent slave forever, dedicated to fulfilling all my whims and serving me.As an outfit I thought to differentiate ourselves from the previous video to ask you to wear exclusively white hold-ups and nothing else… if you think its nice you can also wear white sandals (which you then remove like last time) but only those… I think that full nude with white hold-ups is already very beautiful in itself.
After a day of sessions and videos, my friend and I are tired and just want to relax. We decide to have a cigarette and call the only slave who did nothing today. Panda his name, given his physiognomy, will be our ashtray today. He lights our cigarettes and gets into position. We use his mouth for ash and our spit and enjoy playing with his nipples and kicking him. Having finished our cigarettes, we put them out in his mouth and make him chew and swallow them. Satisfied, we now want a moment to ourselves and kick him out!
I am sitting on my throne and suddenly I notice you are spying on me. Why are you secretly watching me? Do you like women in casual clothes? Do you like my jeans? Do you like my sneakers? You are getting turned on by seeing a woman in casual clothes, I know. Look at my body, my ass, my moves… Im driving you crazy! Im gonna fart and fart in your face. I can see you standing there with your dick in your hand ready to come, but you have to wait. This is not the time. First you have to stick your nose inside my shoes and touch my socks. Inhale… Let my perfume permeate you. Now that I take off my shoes you can jerk off harder. Stroke my legs, my jeans, my bottom… I rest my ass on your face and find youre quite comfortable. I realise you cant take it anymore and I want you to come. Im going to start counting down from 10 and I want to see your cock explode and I want to see your cum fill my shoes…. Can you?
My friends Gea and Cleo and I comment on our shoes, taken with the salary of the slave who at the moment is making us the footstool. The problem is that he brings us too little money, barely enough to take away any whims. Our standard of living is high and he has to work hard for us! Rather than get into debt! As we exchange these reflections, we begin to feel uncomfortable and have our shoes taken off. We look at the nest egg he brought us and that too seems miserable. We make him lie down at our feet and the cage he wears is clearly evident. We are making him work in chastity! And as long as he doesnt bring us more money, he wont have the freedom of his little dick! Having expressed these considerations, and tired of his foot-mat service, we order him to make a mat of money with that meager salary he brought us. He does, and once the rectangle of paper is formed we start stepping on it in contempt. He is mortified, humiliated. Next time we want to have a large green yellow and purple colored carpet! He seems to have understood and almost whimpering thanks us, while we chase him away because every minute that passes is a minute of lost earnings for our next salary…
