Trans Domina Mistress Divinyl

An enticing collection of photographs, videos and GIF animations appear here. Some are of Me and are identified as such. Others I've collected from a host of sources. To Me, every picture tells a story. And the items I post will always carry a caption(s) or story associated with them. They offer a peek into My mind and are meant to prod yours. They're a trip into the erotic Twilight Zone that is My imagination! Copyright @ My Video Store

[mistressdivinyl]

Something about a man down there. Groveling...licking My shoes. The way he tenses...winces...when I dig My heel down into his back. It brings out the best...or worst in Me. Depending on your perspective of course!

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The look. Much like a leopard might study her prey. The outcome is a foregone conclusion. It's just a matter of the methodology.

But I...possessing a Superior intellect...have more options than the leopard. And most assuredly....motivations that go far beyond a simple meal.

For the leopard, it's how to stalk, strike, kill. For This predator? It's about prolonging the trauma, suffering, maximizing My arousal and enjoyment of the process. In many ways, this makes Me the more fearsome. Because I'm not looking for a meal. My hunger is much more refined. More esoteric. I can take a simple thirty seconds of violence and happily turn it into thirty hours of unspeakable agony and suffering. And....you won't hear this flat little belly growl one bit for the sacrifice.

At the end of it all? Well....I couldn't eat another bite!

[ohmygodney]

[stilettoheeladmirer]

Miley

[b-hell-patriotic]

[mistressdivinyl]

So...here is the way the game is played.

A 20x20 room. Locked door. No windows.

I set the timer. Five minutes.

On 'GO'...you try to escape Me. And I...try to kill you.

The rules? Just one. There are no rules.

Good luck!

GO!!

[mistressdivinyl]

"Let Me show you this little number right over here.

And within one week, Angelica became the top grossing salesperson in the showroom.

[mistressdivinyl]

Another letter home from a pampered, spoiled and very wealthy daughter.

"Mother dearest,

Well its almost September again and the summer break is nearing an end. And with it comes Back to School shopping. I've had a busy morning and Ive already max'd out My two credit cards. Could you send Me an Amex Platinum card so I dont have to deal with this!!

So...what do you think? This is one of twenty outfits Iv3e put together so far. Think this will put My loathsome and disgustingly poor classmates in their place? Prancing around in their pauper threads from The Gap and Abercrombie. Its more than I can bear Mother. But...as you advised...Ill keep an eye out for potential servants to someday make My beds, scrub My floors and generally tend to My estates. They'll soon find their rightful place!

Love you and do get that card to Me asap!

Victoria

[mistressdivinyl]

An innocent advertisement you read in the local newspaper...

"Young French student visiting. Desires a photographer...professional or talented amateur...for location shoots around Budapest. Fee negotiable."

You answer, agreeing to work gratis for shared content. You could use the experience.

You meet. She is beautiful, tall, lithe, and drenched in tight black leather. Her English is not good, but neither is your French.

She is intoxicating. And demanding. Broken English or not, she makes her wants clear with the snap of a finger, a point of a finger, or the mere tone of her words.

While seated on an old stone wall, you try to communicate a pose. She feigns confusion.

"Just show Me!" She says, a bit exasperated. "Position me."

You approach...push her hair softly behind her ear, position her arm and hand just so. You want her left leg bent and poised on her heeltip up on the wall. She is not underddtanding. You touch her calf, squeezing it softly to lift it. You try to poaition thw stiletto heel tip at a different angle. It wont move. She is resisting.

"C'mon now...try harder" she says with an imperious gaze.

She's toying with you. "Harder" she admonishes.

Finally, you bend down and press your lips to her gleaming, leather bound instep and kiss. You've been dying to do it all day. You stop...hesitating.

"Continue. I will tell you when to stop" she admonishes. And you do, oblivious to the footsteps and muttered voices of passers by. You've no track of time.

Leather clad fingers grasp you by the hair. She pulls your face up to meet her gaze.

"Do you want to be My slave?" She asks. You nod affirmatively. Almost subconsciously.

"Enough pictures for one day"...as she lifts and moves her heel to the back of your hand...bearing down and twisting. You open your mouth to cry, but she pushes your face down into the boot's heavenly surface.

"Back to licking...while I figure out what to do with you. And the pictures had better be damned good!"

And just like that...her English had become perfect.

[mistressdivinyl]

I am an avid animal lover. The ultimate animal lover you might say. Provided of course they have been killed, skinned and are in their ultimate and proper place.

But dont get hung up on all those details. Just enjoy the sensual, empowering feel, the intoxicating scent and all that incredible softness and warmth. Because you're beautiful. And it is your due.

[mistressdivinyl]

No...I didn't marry your father out of love. Nor to claim his wealth. My own riches eclipse his ten times over.

No My little pets. I married him to get at YOU! His twin little 'prizes'. So small, so young, so beautiful in your own way. And yet...you are what you are. Boys. Toxic little men to be. In olden times, left to grow, play and ultimately claim your station and inheritance.

But a new era dawns. And the cleansing must go on. But no rush. There are oh so many stops to enjoy along the way. Beautiful unmarked and pristeen canvases upon which My whip, canes and heels will create such beautiful art. The rivers of red, the tearing of flesh, the sight of My heels resting on backs destroyed as little sobbing faces bury in between My thighs...their tears flowing down and tickling My skin. Trying so desperately to entertain, honor and fulfill My needs...knowing that when all that falls short...the hammer will fall with crushing finality.

And what of your dear loving father during all this systematic abuse and destruction? your protector? your champion on a white horse? Why look! he's right over there! Hiding behind that partition. Naked, stroking himself in perfect time with each strike of the whip. Moaning with the snap of each brittle little bone as I stride back and forth across your prone little bodies. Hahahahaha...

Yes My pets...dear father is in on the whole lovely little game. It was even his idea! you two were his wedding gift to Me. Why...he even licks your blood and bits from My heels after each of O/our little interludes! So devoted.

And W/we will both be so terribly sad on that fateful day when you're no longer with U/us. But take heart. As I said...so sooo many stops to enjoy along the way.

[mistressdivinyl]

A gentleman will hold the car door for You.

A true gentleman will lick the dirt from Your soles before lifting your feet in.

How do you find a true gentleman?

You don't. You make him. One beating at a time.

[mistressdivinyl]

Ponder something for a moment Ladies.

We all hate bugs. Insects. When We see them, We stomp on them. We grind, twist. We lift Our shoe and check the puddle. And if its still moving? We give it another go...until its not!

So...if its on the floor, if its crawling...its a bug. So do Your thing. These big ones take a little more work, but thats half the fun!

Still moving? Give it a another go!

[mistressdivinyl]

If you think its easy...to stand up, look down these long shiny stems, drink in those extra five empowering inches of height, and take in those beautiful pointy weapons gracing My feet...and NOT want to do terrible, unspeakably cruel and beautiful things...well then you've obviously never done terrible, unspeakingly cruel and beautiful things.

Its such a fuckin' rush. And damned if I'll deny Myself all that pleasure and fun.

[mistressdivinyl]

Ahhhh...good afternoon My little pet. Ive come to check on you again!

Poor baby! you look so miserable all staked down there on the roof of this abandoned warehouse. Whats the matter?? No low flying planes come by? To spot you and call in a rescue? Hahahaha...exactly! I choose My playgrounds very carefully dear. I do My research.

No...no food. No water. Thats all part of the game. I leave you here...for the sun to bake, the cold nights to freeze, the bugs to sting and bite. Soon the smell will attract the birds. They always seem to go for the eyes first. Their favorite parts apparently.

Sooooooo....you know, I could cut all that misery short for you right?? End it all with a flurry of beautiful violence. Cut through you like a knife through warm butter. And as you can see...I've come perfectly prepared. Like the outfit? Something you can fancy dying beneath?? Hahahahahahaha....

But...you know the rules. I wont just unleash on you on My own. Oh no no no! No pet...you have to beg Me for it. Really really beg...plead! For the end...for the violence...for the agony. Because thats what really gets Me off pet. And getting Me off? Well...thats what this is all about after all!

Soooooo...do I hear the first tortured mumblings of a plaintive plea??

silence....

Mmmmmmm...too bad! I really thought this outfit would be the one to tip the scales. The one you wanted for "the end". Oh well...sigh...thats fine. I'll put together another killer outfit tomorrow and visit you again. And you can have another twenty four hours to think about it.

But do remember...the birds...they do go for the eyes first. And you really dont want to 'go out' unable to see it all unfold! Cause I really put on one helluva show. And youve got the best seat in the house!

you have a nice rest of the day pet. Ill be back tomorrow! Til then? Be safe! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha....

[chanelics]

Anja Rubik featured in Role Model, October 2018

[mistressdivinyl]

I just love this!

[mistressdivinyl]

"Dearest Mother,

Just a quick note from Milan. The latest stop on My 'study abroad' fling through Europe. Such a beautiful and fashionable city. (laughing)...They tried to put Me in a tiny dorm room with no air conditioning. Just like they tried in Paris. Well I put up the hand to that and booked ths Royal Suite at the Ritz Carlton.

I skipped class to visit this fabulous leather atelier. The city is full of them. And the nice owner put Me in this uber fabulous moto ensemble! Even added a few custom touches I asked for/demanded. There is a biker rally this week and I'm hanging out here while My plebian classmates visit some boring ass local history museum.

Gawd Mother there are beggars every two feet here. So disgusting and they're so bold! They even try to touch Me! But I enjoy walking across their hands and kicking their donation bowls out into the street. Haha...I even got a standing ovation from the crowd at a sidewalk cafe nearby when I held up a twenty euro note to one of the scum and made him beg for it...only to tear it into tiny pieces and blow it in his face. Nice to know there are others who realize what a blight these animals are!

Sigh...I suppose I'll make a token appearance at class tomorrow so I can show off the new skins to My fashion challenged classmates. It will net Me a certain A plus from Professor Damron. Such a wonderful perv! Did I tell you he asked Me to stay after class the first day in Paris? Oh yes Mother...all he could do was ask Me how I was able to walk in My new Louboutins. How they really complimented My legs. Asking "Are they comfortable?" And..."Are they real leather?"

I said "Absolutely! Only the finest leather. You can tell from the smell!" Then I leaned down, put a finger beneath his chin and lifted his face up to meet My gaze...

"Would you like to smell them...Professor?"

My God Mother, he fell into a pile at My feet and licked and kissed and groaned for ten solid minutes. I only wish he had done it in front of the class! Hahahahahaha... oh btw...the new iPhone takes fabulous video! Hahahahahahahahahaha!!

Well...all for now. Having a wonderful time in spite of the unworthy company. I'll write again soon. Oh...and tell little brother I miss him too! Are the casts off yet? Hahahahahahaha!

Love,

Your Darling, Sadistic and Pampered Daughter