I'll get my slave nicely prepared, put some gear on him, and then I'll focus only on his cock.
Judge for yourselves how much he likes it.

With the coming warm weather, a wild cat awakens in me. I hunt, scratch, bite... until my calves catch fire from it all.
From the heat, my scarf turned completely fiery red....
How symbolic....

On the way to the lake, my sub was distracted and nervous. He even expressed himself in a crude manner about other drivers in my presence.
Upon arrival, I decided to relieve his stress. For this purpose, we have adapted spaces in the attic of our little cottage – plenty of beams, restraints and relaxation tools.
Although he initially resisted and tried to dodge my strikes, he soon understood that I was doing it all for his own good. In the end, he humbly kissed the tips of my high boots, after I had played with his swollen balls with them.
And how do you relieve the stress of your subs?

While traveling through the Reka river valley in Slovenia, a huge tree fallen across the water caught our eye. I couldn't resist, climbed onto it and tempted my guy to climb up after me. He didn't want to, he was scared, so at least he captured me on camera with a telephoto lens.

Before I leave for a night out with the girls, I explain to the sub what he needs to do. I expect complete fulfillment of my wishes from him. I talk sense into him. Even though he nods that he understands and gets it, I prefer to repeat everything several times. Repetition is the mother of wisdom.
But upon my return, I'll find out how things really are...

It's slowly starting to warm up. So I headed out to the terrace by the pool with a glass of good wine to soak up some spring sunshine. The afternoon was slowly turning into evening and I still felt like something was missing.
I was thinking about who would keep me company.
And when there was no one around, I made do with my toy.
It's small but skillful.
And it can work wonders...

Through the eyes of a sub:
Madam was in the mood to pose, so I took advantage of it.

I slightly increased the speed and the first small drops didn't take long to appear.

It was quite a nice ride and this is how it started.

I love having men worship my feet.
They enjoy it. It expresses their position towards Madam. With their head at my ankles, they kiss the skin on my shoes and sing odes to my nobility.
And if that's not enough for me, my long whip lands on their backs and they must perfect their prayer until I am satisfied.
And how would you worship me?