06/20/97 ‑ Well slave boys what's up with all of you? I have a few special treats in store for all of you ‑‑ for a special ass sniffing slave of Ms Nichole's... a farting video clip! Yes Sniffy this is just for you darling, and we're all looking forward to seeing you again soon. Ms Nichole & Ms Diana are both planning on eating a good hearty meal or two at Taco Bell for lunch and possibly dinner... How does that sound sniffy? In fact I'm sure that not only will you get some nice aromatic farts in your face, they'll also allow you to dine in..... Won't you just adore that sniffy darling??
Enough of that.... I spent yesterday afternoon transforming this obnoxious little fucking worm. Boy was he a pain in the ass... His wife, (poor dear) sent him to me for some abuse, and training. She simply can't take him any longer, poor woman is at the end of her tether.
She lied to him, and tricked him into coming to my dungeon, boy was he not expecting what I had in store for him... wink, wink... I answered the door myself, looking like a school teacher.... Short black skirt, black full fashioned stockings, black heels, and a white silk blouse, with my hair pinned up, and my glasses on... With heels on I was looking down at him, (just the way I like it) and I was thinking how much I was going to enjoy humiliating, and taking this little fuck down a peg or two... I'd spent an hour or more on the phone with his wife earlier in the day, and couldn't believe my ears at the things she was telling me.....
He doesn't help with cleaning up ‑‑ expects her to do everything, washing, ironing, hoovering, dusting, cooking, washing the cars etc., etc., the list went on and on.... and as I listened, I was getting more and more enraged...
Mothers day had come and gone, and he hadn't gotten her flowers, or anything, no nice romantic dinner, nothing.... Oh yes I was going to enjoy this one... He'd cheated on her several times, and basically just abused her trust, and her love.
She explained to me that she simply couldn't stand this any longer, and jokingly had thought to herself, that it would be so much nicer to come home in the evening after a long hard day at her office to find the kids doing homework, the house already cleaned, and dinner waiting for her on the table, with her little sissy maid ready to serve her, and service her all night long.. every night... She was sick of the pathetic 5 minute fucking that he gave her once or twice a week, she wanted more, much more out of life.... She wanted to be pampered, and adored. She wanted him to worship the ground she walked on, and most of all, she wanted him to be afraid, very afraid...
I stepped behind him and locked the door quickly and quietly. I then ushered him inside, and told him that he was here for a very special evening... He looked at me like I was crazy, and was about to open his mouth to speak, when I brought my hand up quickly and slapped him in the face. I told him that he would only speak when spoken to, and that his training was about to begin.... I reached for his hands, and quickly cuffed him, I then led him into my dungeon. He was protesting, and asking if I was crazy.... so I slapped him again, and again, and again... right in the face, across his jaw. Whap, Whap, Whap... That brought silence. I told him to get down on his knees in front of me, and there was no response from him, he obviously still didn't know who he was dealing with.... so I raised my knee quickly and knocked him in the crotch. That brought him to his knees quickly enough :>) His hands went down to the floor, as he tried to get his balance... So I stood on them. I ground my spiked heel into his hands. He made an awful mistake of calling me a bitch at that point, and staring me in the eye. I hate disrespect, especially from a fucking man. I lifted my leg, and kicked him in the stomach. He fell down to the floor, cursing me out, so I kicked him again, this time in the head. What an idiot. You'd think with this much abuse, he'd get with the programme real quick...
I was standing over him, when he had the raw nerve to spit on my shoe.... so I decided he should have my shoe, shoved first deep in his mouth, to get it nicely oiled up.... if you get my jist. I grabbed him by the hair, and shoved my foot in and out of his mouth. Once it was nice and wet, I dragged him by the hair over to my spanking bench. I told him that I was going to count to three, and that he'd better be over it, otherwise, I was going to kick, and beat the shit out of him...
The stupid worm refused. I'd just about had enough. I grabbed his shirt, and ripped it totally off his chest. I shredded it. I reached for a knife, and I held it to his face. I ordered him to stand up. He did it. I took the knife slowly down his chest to his pants. I pushed him against the wall, and
restrained his hands to the hooks above his head.... I could smell fear. I liked that. I smiled at him as I told him what I was going to do with that knife... I've always had castration fantasies... :>) I twisted the knife under his pants button, and cut it right off, his pants fell open in the front exposing his boxer shorts and then slid down to his knees. I slid the knife into the slit on his shorts, and cut away his boxers.... I commanded him to step out of his torn up shorts, and trousers. I was going to put a pair of nice silky panties on him instead. I saw a look of horror on his face, and I chuckled! As I pulled the black and red silky panties up his legs, and over his exposed crotch, I saw and felt his body shiver in anticipation of what was going to happen next.....
And, guess what slaves, you too will have to wait to find out what else happened yesterday afternoon... I am busy with other changes....
Ms Ashleigh, and Ms Keri, are no longer going to be doing sessions, they've been doing other interests.
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