I just got home from a walk in the park with my All Stars, I go to the kitchen, take a glass of water and call my slave to clean his shoes. This morning it rained, my soles are dirty and muddy and he will have to clean them thoroughly with his tongue, his body and his face. I get on my doormat repeatedly, on his back, abdomen and face: a long lasting facestanding, then I rub the soles well on every part of his body until the shoes are as good as new.
After a nice ride and still dressed in riding gear, we walk home through our estate. Near the pond we find a tourist lying down, relaxing while whistling. We ask him what he is doing and tell him that he cannot be there. He says that without signs forbidding entry he is free to go anywhere. We decide to punish him and when he tries to get up we put him under our boots and start having fun with him. We step on him, jump on him, insult him and every time he tries to run away we keep him under our soles. He tastes our boots on his belly, balls and head. When he is exhausted and we are satisfied with the treatment we have inflicted on him, we abandon him on the grass and leave. Surely he will never come back!
Me, Dula, Nina and Lilli after an intense day of videos enjoy a moment of relaxation. The slaves definitely make our break more enjoyable. One is the human ashtray, one is the footrest table, one is the table for our Redbulls and the last one is the chair. We smoke as we chat while thinking about the recently passed festivities. On some of the slaves you can see the marks we left on them. On the ashtray you can see the whip marks while the chair has its ass smashed in after trying all our strapons. We are really enjoying humiliating and mocking them but now duty calls us back in front of the cameras. Finishing our cigarettes we get up and go back to filming.
The slave is at my feet. I say: “Today Im hungry. A different hunger… I want to eat him!” I take his hand and start to bite it. You can hear the groans of the slave while I devour him and see the signs of my teeth on his skin. Satisfied, I touch my belly and I say: “Oh yes now my stomach is full”.
We are still with this loser of a professor. Sitting down we take off our trainers and as soon as he takes them off we immediately smell the awful stench of our sweaty feet in these sweaty socks. He doesnt stop moaning and the more he does it, the more we rage at him. We keep shoving our feet in his face and trampling him at the same time. Poor guy, the floor is hard and he asks us for a pillow. As soon as he puts it under his head this becomes our favourite spot to stomp on! We take turns on his face, his balls and his belly. We love standing on his dick face and his empty head and we dont stop insulting him. He cant get up off the floor. He is such an imbecile and inept. He threatens to get us expelled but we keep bullying him. As I stomp and kick his belly and Nina stomps on his head, the headmaster enters! Surprised by the scene and the treatment the teacher has suffered, he decides to promote us at the end of the year and fire the loser under our feet! Its really true: what goes around comes around!!! And as if that were not enough, we continue to insult him even after the headmaster has left.
I am a hungry She-devil. And the four-legged slave in front of me looks like a nice little bundle. I stick him with my red boots to feel how much pulp he has. And when I order him to kiss them, he tells me he cant because the mask forbids him. Its better that way! Today is my turn to use my mouth … to bite! Tied to the cross, I bite him nastily, in several places. He has some nice marks on his body until I feel full of his flesh and his screams.
Rebel slaves are not that frequent. But every now and then there is someone… And I love to subdue them over and over again, trying to make them totally submissive to Me in any way. Today is this slaves turn… I ordered him to pick Me up at the station and he arrived late. He apologized, but Im sure he did it on purpose to provoke Me… and his provocation sparked My desire to teach him a lesson. Physical contact, in these cases, is the best thing, because you have the possibility to express your superiority in an explicit way and bring the slave back to order. So I decide to challenge him to a wrestling match. Although he tries hard, however, My imposing body is too much for him, he tries to resist, sometimes I even let him believe that he can have the better, but in the end I show him that despite trying to rebel against Me, he is Mine and can not help but accept his condition of inferiority. Once he is finally lying down, I order him to kiss My feet, I know it is something he hates, and for this very reason it represents the most explicit demonstration of My victory. But I already know that soon his stupid rebellious ego will manifest itself again… but it will find Me ready for a new lesson in superiority.
Today with some friends we are repeating a rather particular event: a ballbusting challenge. The 3 participants are waiting for us naked, in line and with their faces covered. We start the competition with a round of knee strikes even if our only aim is to castrate them all with our merciless kicks. We do a second round of kicks and they are all still holding up quite well but now its the turn of a particular position that I bet you at home have never tried either: the wheelbarrow. They hold with their hands on the floor and one of us takes turns lifting the victim by his ankles and giving him a good kick in the balls. After a round of the wheelbarrow they are much more tired but they still resist and so we let go and start hitting all together without taking turns anymore, indefinitely until they fall to the ground one by one: only one will resist until the end and will have the prize of kissing our lethal feet.
My girlfriends and I decided to go to a goth party and when we are at the entrance a very pleasant surprise awaits us. The owner points us to their shoe-cleaning service. Two men are lying on the floor at the entrance. It is raining heavily this evening so you can imagine the state of our boots. They are at our disposal to clean our rain-soiled shoes! We use their clothes and their tongues. There are four of us, we split into pairs and decide to take one for two of us. We get caught up in the desire to test these two shoe shiners and we start wiping our dirty soles on their clothes and then with their tongues which immediately turn black. We make them suck our heels one by one and stick the tips of our boots in their mouths. We continue to make them lick the soles and Lilli and I decide to step on our licking mat under our heels to clean our boots better and faster. Satisfied, we send them off and go inside to have fun!
Me sitting on my throne, wearing leggings and a minimal, tight bodysuit. Him below, immobilized on the platform, with his hard cock surrounded by two rings. One in steel, the other in silicone. I screw sharp tips into the steel one, so the more the erection grows the more it suffers. The silicone one is a vibrating ring connected to a ball that ends up in his ass and splits his balls. It wont be easy for him to enjoy himself, especially being electrically pricked with the zapper. I will be very sensual and provocative with all my curves. My breasts that involuntarily come out of the bodysuit and my ass that voluntarily sits on his face smother him. If one is a true slave, he must satisfy his Mistress in any circumstance and under any condition, and demonstrate his pleasure in serving her. Is he worthy of belonging to me?
