FemDom Gallery

In every slave’s servitude is a time when he realizes I hold connections to all parts of his life. That all I need do is tug here or push there and his whole world, career, family, finances will come crashing down around his ears. At that moment he knows I am fully in control.
So many of you are my puppets, my pets, my creatures. I toy with every one of you, inserting a bit of chaos here and there. In the universe of your minds I reign supreme.
I burrow down to the deepest parts of your soul, bringing your dirtiest desires to the surface. Once your libido has been inflamed and and tamed by me, you can never get enough of my power and control. You are obsessed, insatiable and completely out of any control but mine.
Become content with the fact that your life is not your own anymore.  Your life is my plaything and my tool. You exist to serve me, nothing more.
The relationships I have with my owned slaves have to be nourished by both sides – me AND my slaves. If you don’t do your best to please me, our relationship will go nowhere, and you will become merely a waste of my time.
You live and breathe for my approval. My approval is the highest reward you can expect in your pathetic life, and it is a reward that you cannot earn easily.
The first thing my bitch Angel does every morning is serve me, getting a hit of my attention to start his day. I am more important than anything else- family, friends, clients. I make him late to work, so everyone knows he belongs to me.
You are beta, accept it. You have no will power, you are lost without guidance. You need to pledge yourself to the service of a cruel demanding Goddess who can control your pathetic life.
Betas don’t deserve to feel any pleasure, they don’t deserve to cum. A beta’s orgasms are replaced with the orders of his Goddess. Fulfilling her orders and desires is the only way to feel blessed relief.
I love it when a sub enters my videochat claiming he is not easy to break and a few minutes later he is on his knees, begging to serve me any way I wish. The taste of such victories could not be sweeter.