If a slave's mind is not made to be open and pliable, if he allows his ego to get in the way and measure out for itself what is proper and what is not, his servitude to Me is an easily popped bubble. I want My slave to be My slave. I want him to be mindful of our protocol because I want to own him and possess him through and through. I want complete and total obedience from him and not a particle less than that. I want him to bend to My will. And never forget: slaves do not appoint themselves as arbiter of what's right or wrong. You can watch Me discipline My slave for forgetting his station. It happens from time to time. Yes, males aren't perfect. I don't mind correcting the creatures, nevertheless. Hear My lecture to him and voice-over in the video.

The Female-led lifestyle seems to be striking a chord within this lovely Lady. I am teaching Her the art of Female dominance, championing the truth that males—all males, have no higher purpose than to serve, love and worship Women! Well, at least in My world. :-D I will share with you the chronicles of Her training wherein She will learn the power of Her sacred Feminine energies, the grace in leading males and reducing them to their natural subservient state, and the beauty in deprogramming males by annihilating old, toxic patriarchal conditioning which intended to debase Femininity. And most importantly, She will come to understand and embrace the unvarnished truth that males are at their optimum, most useful spiritual state when ruled by Feminine values.

A little tease for My loyal members. :-) 

As I enjoy a warm shower, My dog assumes the uncomfortable position and waits. Head bowed reverently low, arms raised high above him, holding the towel as an offering during the entire time. His absolute immobility, his resigned passivity, providing such a perfect counterpoint to My absolute freedom. I know he has not even dared raise his eyes to contemplate Me, no matter how the conscience of My ravishing nakedness towering above him must have been teasing and obsessing him. Such perfect obedience. 

Athough there's a widespred gamut of definitions for the term "slave", I would conclude the majority of males share the same fundamental markers for slavery: a biological need for exploitation, service, obedience and worship. That said, it's incumbent upon Women to refine the slave's inherent qualities to suit Her personal liking. In this video I did just that. My dogs are grateful for My generosity in training them—any attention from Me is divine to My males.

Passivity and slavery are mutually exclusive. When I condenscend to take My slaves with Me on vacation I make certain they remain in strict observance of My protocol. This video offers a glimpse into some of the ways I use My males while on vacation. I included a brief dissertation on the issue of "love" and its place within an M/s dynamic. Listen as I explain why not all men have the intellectual makings of a slave.

Yes indeed variety is certainly the spice of life…particularly a fun life. When things get a bit mundane, I like to change it up with the kinds of sensual oddities that only males under the spell of unbusted nutsacks can provide. The following montage was shot all in one day/evening. Aside of entertaining the eager query of a new transient meat puppet I met from Niteflirt, My sadistic play covered the gamut from humiliation, to ball slapping, to thereputic golden showers, and forced male-on-male. Once I itch the urge to use and abuse, My males are safe... for a little while, that is. ;-)

Sometimes a Woman just needs to get out a little aggression, and since slaves deserve to be abused anyway, what better target for this could there be than My very own quivering, orgasm-denied male. I enjoy putting My slaves in chastity only to tease and deny them midway through their seed retention cycle. It's amusing to watch their bodies nearly collapse under the unbearable pressure. Poor things.

Last evening, I felt the urge to inflict the most disgusting humiliation upon My slave. Not only to abase him, but to see him strive desperately to obey Me while I was subjecting him to the ugliest degradation. He had not done anything special to warrant such treatment actually, he just happened to be the slave at hand. I ordered him to ingest the most revolting food, and the mere thought of him suffering amused Me. There was no limit to what My male would try to endure to please Me, and he'd never dare refuse anything I handed him, however disgusting it might be.

Of course the harder My male tried to submit and humour Me, the more it provoked My cruelty. What's a slave for if not to stimulate the vindictiveness of his Mistress? So I became all the more implacable. And his pathetic attempts to swallow the increasingly nauseating mess I was handing him only served to excite My ferocity. Actually, it required nerves of steel to keep Myself from thinking about the repulsive stuff I kept forcing him to eat!

It's well known I view My slaves as animals. And as such, I often aim to continue asserting their animality through strict dog training. It's My belief a Mistress in a Female Supremacy based relationship will want to regularly assert this form of conditioning in Her slaves.

Voice Over. Having a slave is quite handy for a Woman. Every whim of the Mistress is met by the male with alacrity and proper diligence. Well, usually. Here, My slave took too long to clean My shower stall. I, being a generous Mistress, corrected his behavior. I never miss an opportunity to discipline My animal!

Voice Over. A good Keeper knows a slave's conditioning must be permanent, and that She must not wait for those tiny slips in decorum, those minute signs of negligence in their submission and service to enact severe punishments. An experienced, demanding Mistress knows that even when Her slaves are performing perfunctorily, serving as best they can, they must still be kept on a short leash, and constantly disciplined. By maintaining them under permanent pressure, by never allowing them to feel comfortable in their servitude, the wise Mistress will keep Her slaves at their best.

It's Halloween time. Where can a Woman find a couple goblins to assist Her in getting ready for a scary night out? Not an arduous task when She owns two slaves who hold no greater ambition than to make Her life comfortable and pleasant. Watch Me condescend to use My slaves as I prepare for a Halloween party. Can you guess My costume? :-) The haunting whispers of the dead beckon. Have a happy and safe Halloween!

The purpose of My slaves is to make My life pleasant and easier, even in a paradise like this. Everything else is secondary, including his comfort or regard for the beauty around him. He stares at dirt and mud, as males should often do (when not consumed with My feet), enduring My weight as I sit and breath in the fresh ocean air, surveying the beauty that all the world has to offer. Wind in My hair, sun upon My face. I am Female, after all

Happy soon-to-be Halloween and I do hope every one of you are going to the polls to vote this year. There is a lot riding on this election and we can't let liar boy into the White House and elect more Supreme Court judges. Read all about his recent debate lies here. :-)

How does the day begin with an imperious Mistress? With Her slave lying prostrated before Her—naturally. That is, if he should be so lucky as to sleep in the same bedroom. Sleeping on the floor beside My bed is as close as it gets to "sleeping with Me" for slaves. I make certain to mark My males often with My fluids, as well, lest they forget their stations and who owns every inch of their lives.

I'm having one of My slaves read off a list of bills from the GOP—only a few out of 900, actually. In the beginning of the video he is made to avow his nut sac stupidity for buying the wrong party mascot mask. But then again, perhaps his incompetence is justified. It has always amused Me why Democrats have a donkey to represent their political party; should it not be the other way around? I find making victims of Republican disinformation wear jackass masks to be quite effective—if not highly amusing—in their re-orientation and discipline. How can one not laugh?

"Urotherapy" dates back to several ancient cultures. The Egpytians believed urine had medicinal qualities and the Aztecs used urine to cleanse wounds. Even today, some people practice urine drinking as a form of medicinal therapy. Watch Me nourish My eager slave with such therapy. :-)

Men, by nature, are so addicted to the feel and scent of a Woman. Even as the effects of aging start to erode the quality of the DNA in his sperm, you will always find males hungry for and captive to the desire of attracting Female attention. Some of the animals will even jump at the opportunity to drink from Her fount. So, when I'm feeling generous, I allow My slave the honor of drinking Me straight from the source. But, generosity does not imply something given without being earned. Slaves, as always, must earn their place beneath Me—even to consume My waste. Good male, now open up...

Men serve their Goddesses in many ways. Sometimes it's for sheer amusement. Other times it's monetary or through hard, hard labor. No matter the need at hand, My slaves submit to Me and in so doing, submit to serving Me in all ways—including serving My body. And what better way to do so than to become props and inanimate benches for My workouts on the beach? :-) And I just wouldn't be Me if this did not involve some devlish amusement in kicking them around!

My dogs know I expect My orders completed as quickly as possible. Consequences are crucial in managing slave behavior. Male creatures who have a fetish for pain must be disciplined with tremendous corporal punishment. In this clip, you will see Me implementing corporal punishment on My very masochist slave for his lackadaisical wood flooring task.

Voice-over POV: There is only one proper place for a slave, and that is under his Keeper. Naturally, a slave knows he is always under the authority of his Mistress. The yoke that is keeping him low, permanently making him feel all the weight of Her despotic authority over him. That's where his life is: low, down, abject, under. She only has to settle Her magnificent ass on the slave's face, to imprison it entirely beneath and between Her lovely Feminine buttocks to instantly feel his irrepressible desire, his unrelenting love. His helplessness too, and his fear.

Voice-over POV: I own My slaves in full. But there is one part of My slaves' anatomy that is even more fully Mine than any other, including their brain washed brains, because that part instinctively knows by itself who it belongs to. It naturally stands at attention at the click of My fingers, eager to demonstrate that its first allegiance is to Me. No wonder that the most docile slave might not fully understand how his genitals were designed by nature to be of exclusive service to the Superior Sex => XX. 

A few random video documentary glimpses into My many uses of male slaves. A heavily burdened and domesticated slave is a happy slave. You can see why My slaves are so addicted to Me. The only expectation a male slave has is to be oppressed and exploited—it is really that simple.

Many of you are familiar with this sort of fun. I could not think of a more entertaining evening than watching My slave play the role of Alter Ego Ricky Santorum—under a certain influence, of course!

There are times when a desire to explore sadistic amusement comes to light. I always take the moment to teach some well-deserved lessons in the process, as well. A Woman can never be entirely done with disciplining her slaves and teaching them their collective place: under My ass.

Men should provide a fundamental need for Women in the everyday world, and that is to free them from the monotony of harmful and repetitive toil. A man's servitude turns a lengthy shopping expedition into a joyful walk; I go about free of feeling the weight of the very things I purchase, while the male bears it all for Me. My life is free, simple, and graceful—as it should be. How could any Woman deny the good in that?

Men need a higher power—something to look up to and believe in. I'm quite willing to indulge them in that desire, of course. Acolytes online are commanded to meditate to this hypnotic focus upon the divine for all males: Female Ass.

Often times one slave must bear the harshness for all other slaves whenever I happen to be in the mood to lecture on station reminders. Which particular male receives the beating is insignificant. Each lash inflicted and each word spoken is understood as a direct message to each slave individually. I made this one to sacrifice himself entirely for the rest of the stable. My points were driven home and that is all that matters.

I tape My slave's mouth wide shut, allowing him to only breath through his nose. Breathing that way is difficult to do when your face is being crushed by My divine ass, of course...

I thought I'd start off the new year with a classy heels and lingerie video, just to show most men who will never meet Me what they'll never have. Now aren't I a Bitch? ;-)

My slaves share a common drive: to please Me in all ways—ways they may or may not like. From time to time, I do enjoy coerced bi; it's a little pet pleasure of Mine I take great amusement in. Look at My perfection. Drool over My beautiful Femaleness. Get sexually frustrated, and at the last critical moment, when you think I may show mercy and allow you a kiss or even a lick of My flesh, you get a big throbbing dick, instead. Not performing to My exact liking? Then you'll find a whip on your back until you measure up, Xy.

I like giving pain right to the source of a male's maleness—that is to say, his nutsac. Why fool around with expensive chastity devices when you can simply head down to your local Petco and purchase instant gratification? Since My male's raison d'êtr is My pleasure and satisfaction, he'll gladly and loyally endure whatever pain I deliver to him, as demonstrated in this video. Oh, and that bathing suit? That's a big red V for victory, baby. Females rule. ;-)

I make My slaves to worship Me as their Goddess, and in so doing, mantras, rituals, and prayers are inevitable. Lest any question the power of the dominant Female, one need only review the uniformity of abject worship in the males at my feet. I hope this video helps to inspire.

I have mild vorish tendencies from time to time, making certain the things I devour are males of any given species marked as food. Being a Female Supremacist, I suppose that only makes sense, no? I do like eating lobster, and entertaining My sadism while cooking does tend to happen. :-)

There's ball busting, and then there's making My slaves suffocate under My ass. The gesture sends a clear, unmistakable message: you are nothing more than a seat, beneath Me, and unworthy of looking at Me eye-level.

Yes, yes, I know: another ball busting video! I love kicking men in the nuts—I can't deny it. And since it's a favorite personal pleasure of Mine, I'm all too willing to incorporate this form of corporal punishment into My discipline for unruly males. I have absolute fun meting out discipline and a lesson is learned in the process: it's a win/win situation for Me...as usual. ;-)

There's a reason Mother Nature created males with stronger muscles. When put to use for the greater good, properly channeled male strength can be employed to benefit Women and the society of which they are a part. Or, in this specific case, exploited for My sheer pleasure. Yes, sometimes in My infinite mercy and compassion, I allow My slave to take a well deserved break from his labors - - to massage My body. Aren't I just the sweetest and most giving Mistress?

The rules are simple, but the game itself isn't: whoever falls forward the most after I deliver an ardent blow to both their sacs looses the contest, and the spoils for the winner are nothing more than to await the next round while the looser receives a fierce lashing. Very entertaining!

The painstaking work of sand in the Buddhist mandala is created with prayers and laborious precision, only to be swept away as a lesson of impermanence. Similarly, I enjoy assigning My males painstaking tasks that involve physical suffering through ambitious labor, only to repeat it again another day. The spiritual lesson? To remind them of their place as males in the greater tapestry of life; that their lot is to serve, to labor and to suffer for Females.

My males better be au courant in US economic and financial matters. Tell Me, what was the cause of the 2008 financial meltdown, again? CRA? *Smack. Lest there be any doubt in My mind about his quality of learning, I will, once again, gladly beat the influence of patriarchal greed and disinformation out of him until I'm satisfied.

Red wine, a good book, some chocolate covered strawberries and a groveling slave at My every beck and call. This is the essence of enjoying enthronment.

A young male is rigorously put to the test in his ability to withstand his Superior's cruel attentions amidst the beautiful wild. What better place than to teach a man his natural inferiority, than in the lap of nature itself? Whipping, nut sac abuse (admittedly with the help of the miracles of modern science), face sitting, and foot worship. This video has it all.

A male from Rome finally receives the chance to prove his love and adoration for Me beyond mere words. Written concepts, thoughts and knowledge are empty and superficial when embedded in pixels. Rarely is the man who he tries to mimic, especially in cyber land. Luckily for this male, I am open and receptive to being proven wrong—to a certain point, of course.

Slaves need to be continually disciplined toward knowing their place; spare these reminders, and you run the risk of allowing them the sin of complacency.

Training the mutt to walk is a tedius task. Though, a few good cracks of a crop can spice up such mundane responsibilities.

I'm always more than happy to remind My slaves the purpose of nut-sac cultivation. Now aren't I helpful?

Women have known for some time now that men are dogs. I take that Female wisdom and apply it to My domestic life with absolute literalism. Leading My slaves around like dogs isn't an unusual scene at all in My domicile, because I know men are dogs.

Body worship is a pleasure I grant My well behaved slaves from time to time, though the pleasure is as much Mine as it is theirs—if not, doubly so.

A self-absorbed slave is not a slave; he must learn to relinquish the poison of his ego. Only then can he find solace at the feet of his superior—the Woman he is destined to serve. Males: if you wish to truly benefit the cause of Female Supremacy, you will serve to a degree that does not constantly warrant the whip...but of course I'm quite happy to oblige in training you, if the need arises. Your flesh serves Our flesh, and it will be punished for deviating.

Big strong hands are useful on the beach, when I lie in the sun and drift off to sleep, getting a full body massage. Ah, this is the life! :-)

Moving imagery of household service, cropping, marking à la urination, sushi eating leisure and lingerie.

Since My previous CBT video was so loved, how could I not do another? Ah, but this time I'm in pigtails, and giving more lectures—lol.

Watch as I indoctrinate a devotee on the basics of Female Supremacy at his own house—and on the kitchen counter, of all places. You'l never know where you'll end up being sat on by Me. Bonus: enjoy the background jazz. :-)

Summer is here—obviously. While this fact brings great opportunity for leisure on My part, it inevitably means more work for My nutsacks. Slaves don't and shouldn't get time off—ever, especially if My trips entail carrying chairs, coolers, bags umbrellas and so on. It's such a pain, and it takes away from My pleasure; I want My days in the sun free of labor! I also like to be entertained, and nutsacks provide that for Me. After they drop their payload, sometimes it's fun to just kick them around...

Sharp heels and naked male flesh; what more is there to say, other than it's a blast (for Me, that is). As for the male beneath Me...not so much. Aw.

For good behavior males are often rewarded by being allowed to worship Me—even if I'm indifferent to their amorous and lustful displays. Men are captives to desire; Women are free to be as indifferent as they wish, and still are worshipped in the end.

My servants inevitably end up finding out I'm a stickler for consistency, particularly with communications protocol. If you wish to find yourself in My good graces, answer every email I send, and gracefully. Failing to do so outside of a car accident or alien abduction will result in pain. The pain can be emotional, yes, but often I just can't pass up kicking a man in the balls. Be warned! :-)

As in, vacation for Me—not My slaves. Vacations are in fact times when slaves work doubly hard for My pleasure. After all, when I go somewhere to purposefully enjoy Myself, I expect My males to work extra hard in making the experience seamless. When they fail in doing so, I'm more than happy to offer the right incentive.

It is important to orient a male upon first meeting, to disabuse him of whatever mythology he's inadvertnetly absorbed through mainstream jibberish on the nature of servitude. I take these meetings quite seriously; they are the first lesson of many soon to come. That is, if any new prospect succeeds in lasting with Me. I reject more candidates than I accept.

The natural place of a man is at the foot of a Woman. Regular foot worship should therefore be a staple in a Female Supremacy-based relationship between Mistress and slave. The symbolism speaks for itself.

I've always said the need for exploitation is the hallmark of an evolved slave. That said, you can see why My slaves are so addicted to Me.

Need I say anything more? I think the pictures above are worth a thousand words. Once in a while I let the animal mount My leg, but he's always got to clean up the mess he makes (if he's allowed to make one in the first place).

There is something magically entertaining in watching the arrogance of a fully erect cock go to half-mast, then droop under the scold of a finely manicured Woman.

Some vignettes of human male dogism. Eating from a bowl of evening scraps and spending Saturday night in a cage while I go out with My girlfriends and enjoy the night life. Who needs men out and about? Cages are a better alternative.

This male managed to make it to stage two: conditioning through humiliation and suffering. It is important to reduce male ego in all the little corners it hides. The technique used here is but one of many I employ.

Juicy, no? Males: watch a video exemplifying the Female body parts that make you all drool. Yes, we Girls have the power.

Yes, girls, men serve many purposes. Among them, I'd be willing to wager "workout ball" is not one that comes to mind too quick, but think about it—soft, infinitely positionable, and folds up neatly when not in use. Nifty, eh? But wait, there's more! In this video you will learn some basic upper body exercises, all within the comfort of your own home. Workout ball and dumbbells (the ones I'm holding) not included. Consult your doctor before undertaking any excercise—or belonging to Me for that matter.

Glimpses into the many benefits of the lifestyle Female Supremacy provides for a Woman when employing males for any number of rudimentary and menial tasks, such as shaving, pampering, cooking, cleaning, serving as ashtrays, boot polishing, etc.

A self-preservational instinct is common in all humans—even the subhuman types (males). It's important to remind your slaves that slavery means surrender in all things, including protection of oneself. For of course a slave must trust in his Mistress's leadership before ceding his complete obedience and loyalty. Remember to click the arrow; there are 6 clips associated with this video.

There are numerous times I physically correct My males throughout the course of an average month. Most of these moments are never caught on film, but other times they manage to be. This is a small collection made up of two scenes in which I am administering correction. No real back story; just a few glimpses into My application of corporal punishment.

At some point it dawned upon Me: why not make training and discipline fun with a little Simon, or rather "Saharah" says? Let's start. Saharah says watch this video...

Sometimes a Woman just needs to get out a little aggression, and since male human dogs deserve to be abused anyway, what better target for this could there be than your hard-working animal. I love sitting on the faces of My dogs, especially ones that remind Me of old Hollywood look-alikes of James Dean. :)

Fear gets results. Steadfast and unrelenting application of a shock collar is a good way to modify insolent and destructive behaviors in your human male dog. Watch Me introduce My human animal to the stabbing pain of a remote shock collar while shopping in New York City.

Lecturing a male on his place while seated firmly on his face goes together nicely, if I say so Myself. Denial of breath, denial of orgasm, the image of Female ass the last thing he sees before being made to hear certain irrefutable facts about male inferiority, all with a painful side dish of slaps and belts; this is how it's done.

Do My dogs fear or look forward to the baths I give? I tend to think a little of both, but you be the judge. ;)

Second in a series of human dog training videos, I reveal a typical morning with My dog and discuss the economic and health benefits of feeding your mutt table scraps from whatever you cook for yourself.

After prolonged denial, it's in the best interest of your pack's health to let the poor creatures eventually release—but not without a little evil fun in the process.

First in a series of human dog training videos, I give the viewer an introduction to the key philosophies behind converting men into dog-like pets in a Female Supremacy-based household. The fundamentals of psychological conditioning and physical cues for commands are covered with simple demonstrations of punishment and reward. An excellent introduction to dogism.

I like men who know their place from the very beginning. It wasn't long after our introduction that this one was greeting Me properly with plenty of toe sucking and foot worship.

Males are such simple, sex-driven creatures; they want nothing more than to live directly under Our asses. I'm happy to oblige with that station reminder, but to be crushed under Me until breathless is also a reward for good behavior. The pathetic Xy has to earn it.

It's productive to allow My males some freedom in expressing their ardor upon My body, but it's always the highest of rewards.

We've all heard that addage before. It's especially old news to Me, but walking men like dogs in plain sight on the streets of New York brings that familiar saying back to life again for many, young and old...

Male semen is better kept inside; the longer it's held, the more productive the mule is. It frustrates them, but keeps them hungry and begging for more. I like to tease them with the idea they'll actually get to release. Of course they won't. It's amusing dashing their hopes, though.

An Alpha Female sometimes needs to keep Her slaves in check with physical punishment. Let something go, and you passively encourage it. Good boys understand beatings are for their own good; it keeps them on the path to mindless obedience.

It's imperative to addict males to sensual stimulation. Thankfully, this isn't so hard; Mother Nature built them just for that purpose. :-)