My favorite game. The hourglass is turned. Sixty beautiful, wonderful minutes. My pet’s hands are bound tightly behind him with sharp wire. he kneels in the broken champagne glass I threw to the floor…his knees aching and bleeding. he

My favorite game. The hourglass is turned. Sixty beautiful, wonderful minutes. My pet’s hands are bound tightly behind him with sharp wire. he kneels in the broken champagne glass I threw to the floor…his knees aching and bleeding. he

The Dawn Of A New Day. Sigh&Amp;Hellip; Who Among The Many Who Serve Me Shall I Single Out For The Finest In Abuse? Who&Amp;Rsquo;S Life Shall I Ruin And Fashion Into A Living Hell? Eeeny Meanie Miney Mo&Amp;Hellip;

You Can Have Al The Whips, Canes And Paraphernalia In The World. You Can Have The Most Fabulous And Elaborate Dungeon. But…If You Haven’t Got This… You Haven’t Got Shit!

Happy Monday Everyone. From Your Mistress Of Depravity.

So How&Amp;Rsquo;S Everyone&Amp;Rsquo;S Weekend? Mine Was Great. Spent A Couple Of Fun Nights In Detroit With About Forty Other Trans Girls Drinking And Partying. Just What The Doc Ordered. Even Though I&Amp;Rsquo;Ve Never Been As Pie Eyed As I Was Saturday.

Three Words You&Amp;Rsquo;Ll Never Hear Me Say&Amp;Hellip; &Amp;Ldquo;Are You Hurt?&Amp;Rdquo; If Your Body Wasn&Amp;Rsquo;T Meant To Be Broken Now And Then&Amp;Hellip;The Good Lord Wouldn&Amp;Rsquo;T Have Given You The Ability To Heal. Seems A Shame Not To Take Advantage!

Wakey Wakey Little Brother! Time For Your Daily Beating! One Hour Of My Best Under The Whip. If You&Amp;Rsquo;Re Still Conscious, I&Amp;Rsquo;Ll Put The Boots To Work Until You Black Out. Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Even Think Of Faking Either. I&Amp;Rsquo;Ll Just Start Over And

Damn! I Missed It&Amp;Rsquo;S Brain. Sigh&Amp;Hellip;I&Amp;Rsquo;Ll Do Better On The Next One. Practice Does Make Perfect.

All Of U/Us Are Born To A Place In This World. It&Amp;Rsquo;S Easier Of You Just Accept It. But If Not&Amp;Hellip;It Will Be Beaten Into You.

I Love My Babies!

The Sentence Has Been Handed Down. No Appeal. But&Amp;Hellip; We Will Let You Lick Which One Of Us Is The Executioner. Soooo&Amp;Hellip;Pick One! (C'mon! Gotta Be 4 O'clock! Why Are You Even Pretending To Think So Hard?)

Got Out And About Last Night. A Little Drink, A Little Food, A Little Conversation. As Hunts Go&Amp;Hellip;It Was An Epic Fail. I May Have &Amp;Lsquo;Hunted Out&Amp;Rsquo; That Particular Succession Of Places. Doesn&Amp;Rsquo;T Mean My 'Babies&Amp;Rsquo; Went Hungry

Battle Of The Sexes?? The Battle Is Over Dears. Embrace The New Order

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