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I am Mistress Destiny and this is a warning – I don’t take any shit from men. You guys might think you rule the world, but the truth is us women are stronger, more beautiful and much more capable of fiendish acts. I, myself, have a vicious ruthless steak that allows me to dominate and belittle men by chaining up their naked bodies to the wall or binding them tight to a table or chair. By using thick ropes, wire, leather straps and chains, I can hold men captive for hours on end. And should they snivel or whine about it, the application of a ball-gag or some Gaffa tape is all it takes for me to shut them up. Well, that and the threat of a good, hard beating with a rubber baton! It has been said, by others, that until you mess with Mistress Destiny, you have no idea what true bondage means. No one can truss your body tighter, so phone or text me right away for live 121 lessons in restraint and submission from the true Queen of Bondage.

My Kinky Confession: Manacled and Chained for a Thorough Beating

“When a slave is in my bad books, he had better watch out, as Richard found out yesterday. I had caught him rifling through my dirty wash basket in search of a pair of used knickers to sniff, so I hauled him straight down into my dungeon and then commanded that he face the wall. He was already naked, so I made him stretch out his arms and legs, then used a set of manacles and chains to bind him to the wall. All four of his limbs got chained very tightly, leaving him absolutely no room to move at all.

“You disgusting slave,” I yelled at him, as I then picked up my rubber baton. The dirty, little cunt had dared to touch my knickers, so he fully deserved the beating that followed. I counted out 30 hard strikes of the baton; and with his arms and legs secured by chains, slave Richard was completely powerless to do anything other than stand there and take his punishment. He screamed after every single strike, until I shoved a ball-gag between his lips and silenced his pathetic, pitiful howls.

“You must never touch my knickers again,” I warned him, dishing out another fierce strike with the rubber baton. I could see the red marks on his buttocks now and knew he was close to his limits of pain, so I geared myself up for one last thwack. Using all my strength, I powered the baton into slave Richard’s puny arse cheeks, sending agonising twinges up his back and down his thighs. He was certain to have learned his lesson now, but I left him standing there anyway. Yes, I left him there for three more hours – just to give him to dwell on how naughty he had been for trying to sniff my precious drawers”.