But being one to always push things a little further, I'm delighted to see how big my rubber maid's hole is. Why use cock when I can slide a whole fist in and hold her like my latex sock puppet?

Happy Locktober, bitch! For your first week of Locktober, I need you to have a little bit of skin in the game. I want to make sure that you know exactly what you're signing up for by having you show me exactly who you are. After all, if you're going to be held accountable for your actions on this locked up month, I want to know all about you. Everything. This isn't extortion -- it's collateral damage.

PART I. Men belong in the kitchen. Their sole purpose is to cook, clean, and do a woman's bidding. We all know this. And in my world, my live-in slave always has work to do. My kitchen needs to be spotless – the dishes washed, the table and counters wiped, the ground vacuumed – all to my standards. I expect my slave to do exactly this, and to fetch me a refreshing beverage as a full day of bossing him around can make my mouth so parched. He lives in the kitchen, and to ensure this, I have him in strict bondage: legs bound together tightly and arms restricted behind his back with a broom so that everybody knows he's my house bitch. I keep a close eye on him while I'm sitting on the kitchen table, cropping him whenever necessary should he ever have some slack and fall behind. And while I lie around, supervising his behavior, he hops and struggles from place to place, trying to clean while in extremely compromising bondage. Because why would I make it easy? This is what 24/7 slavery and ownership is about. PART II. Good kitchen wenches get rewards! Since my housebitch has done such an excellent job cleaning the home, I've decided to give him a positive incentive. The scent of my feet in his my mouth and my hands on his cock! I take off my sandal high heels and put one into a shoe gag, tying it to his face so that the sole of my sandals sits in his mouth as a proper gag. My stockinged feet free to tease, I rub my nylon soles all up and down his cock, giving him the opportunity to hump my feet in an improvised footjob. He looks so silly humping like a little seal, and it makes me laugh at what a ridiculous, horny creature he is. I do think he deserves a little bit extra, though, so I lube up his cock, getting him hard and edging him until I can feel the cum rise up his cock... I enjoy feeling how helpless he is as he stands with his arms and legs restricted and bound, his eager cock trying to fuck my slippery hands. He's entirely on edge and entirely at my disposal. But then the eternal question: to cum or not to cum? Which way should I go? Cum countdown? Ruined orgasm? Or just edge him until he loses the capability of cumming? So many ways to torment my slave, and all the time in the world

But it's about to get worse, and the best way to incentivize suffering is with facesitting. My slave is distracted by my perfect ass seated on their face while I beat their body with a bat and increase the pull on their balls.

There's a reason why losers like you get locked up for Locktober. You're sexually doomed -- fated to be unfuckable, forever. So you find yourself craving the humiliation, the domination from a pretty, out of your league Mistress like me. And soon enough, you're locked up in my clutches. This is where you belong. This is your sexual identity now, isn't it, loser?

After a long day of tormenting our slaves, Athena Fatale and I are extra worked up and horny. Nothing quite like the suffering of men to bring two women together. And we want our slaves to see everything they're missing out on. One slave tied in strict bondage to the chair, the other caged and gagged, Athena and I have fun exploring each other's lips and bodies while our slaves contemplate how they'll never be good enough for Superior Dommes like us.

I always want to end my slave training on a worshipful note. My sissy maid kneels on the floor before me, ready to worship my sweaty heels after a long day of domination.

I want you to eat my man's cum. It's time to become the little fggot that you are. Embrace it. Be a big boy and eat his cum like a good little cumbucket. Now that you've been locked up for Locktober and are fully desperate enough to do anything I demand of you, it's time for you to give in. Eat his cum. It's not like your dick is getting used right now, anyway.

PART I. You're a fat little piggy and I will cane you until you cry. Why not? You're my bitch and I'll do what I want with you, slave. It's why I strapped you down to this spanking bench with the bungee cord and restrained your ankles and wrists. I know you'll be thrashing around a lot, trying to escape the whipping sting of my bamboo and rattan canes. It's why the bungee cord is so tight around your chest – to truly secure you down. Today will hurt. Today will hurt a lot. I have three types of canes at my disposal: a thin rattan cane, a thick rattan cane, and a whip-thin notched Singapore cane made of bamboo. All will hurt. Let's see which one hurts most! And remember: the more you scream, the more I smile. ;) PART II. There are few Femdom activities I love more than a good, solid caning. I consider caning one of my strongest fortes, with one of my first loves being corporal punishment – and I am damn good at it. Hitting men with sticks is an endless delight to me. So aren't you the lucky recipient of my vicious, unrelentingly strokes? By this time, I'm already well warmed up. And you: well, you're trapped now, aren't you? I know your ass is already torn up from those previous strokes, but I don't see any reason to stop my fun. Femdom cruelty is the name of the game, and your ass and suffering are my rewards. So I'll hit you on your ass, whip you on your back, laugh at your screams, and continue. Because why not? You want to see my smile right? What a silly little piggy to get himself caught in my trap. And now you're all tied up, my thrashings keep coming, and there is no end in sight. Strike after strike of painfully precise stripes on your weak male ass.

An intimate, behind the scenes playtime of gimpy in bondage while I edge his CBT-bound balls to complete ruination.

Happy 4th week of Locktober! As of this point, your sexual frustration in chastity is probably building up. Now is the perfect time to install a new form of sexuality in replacement of being dickless. You're primed, ready, and horny...to be gay. Here's a little treat for your holes while you remain genitally chaste for me.