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…
What is a male willing to do to have the freedom of his cock? To have a chance to jerk off? This slave in chastity for 34 days brought us his monthly salary. We count the money, we humiliate him, we order him to kiss our shoes as a sign of submission and we put clamps on his nipples. We keep him by the balls, in every sense! Are we satisfied?
I am on the sofa relaxing with my friends Gaia and Tatiana, we place our feet on the back of this slave who is inert like a coffee table and we notice that our soles are not as shiny as we would like. We let our shoe-licking slave in who immediately gets to work and one boot at a time starts polishing them well. Its a bit boring though and he is not cleaning them perfectly, so we decide to rub the soles on his tongue like a doormat instead of having him lick them and the result is actually more satisfying. When the work is done we no longer need him and we send him away without any reward.
Sensual and exciting, I caress my slaves chest. He seems comfortable sitting on the sofa, but in reality he is bound, blocked by my will. I keep him prisoner, and I have decided to consume him with continuous milking, repeated several times a day for days. Did you think that in this case there would be only pleasure? Not at all! This is a diabolical torment, which slowly grows more and more intense. I sit down next to him, put the pump on and start the machine. That worm is always bigger, excited, but that type of suction doesnt give him the input to cum. The swollen veins, very evident. He is suspended in the limbo of pleasure and suffering, while I tease and provoke him with my body. I could keep him like this for hours, but my intent today is to squeeze him out. I take off the braces and masturbate him. I decide, I control. And here he splashes. His jet even hits me. How dare this asshole! He deserves post-orgasm tormentÂ… I put the pump back on him, turn on the machine and walk away leaving him whimpering.
Its time for my daily cigarette, a moment of relaxation in which however there is no shortage of my slaves for my sadistic entertainment. Next to me with his neck very straight held in position by a medieval but always current device in my dungeon, the heretics fork, a slave who functions as an ashtray. I leave the ash in his mouth but every time he has to open it the fork sticks a little more into his flesh and I relax watching him suffer. When Ive almost finished the cigarette I free him, let him swallow the cigarette butt, lick my soles a bit and send him away to wash himself while I prepare the next game for him…
