Madam M

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Madam M’s valet kneels at the Paris breakfast table as Miss Demi Lux, Madam M, and Miss Lupa arrive in silk and lace. Without command he slips beneath the table, ***** to lick their feet—every mistake punished with kicks and slaps. His service fails; he will be caned. Stripped and waiting, he is corrected into position. The Dommes take turns, canes striking harder each time, their laughter matching his cries. Ordered onto the table, he endures the final strokes of cane and pizzel before being left face down, beaten and abandoned.

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Caught snooping where he shouldn’t, a submissive learns what dual authority truly means. Madam M and Lady Syene deliver precise, deliberate punishment—each strike a lesson in rhythm and control. Their laughter is soft, cruel, companionable. When his curiosity is exposed, silence replaces defiance, and chastity replaces freedom. The two Dommes leave together, satiated, their composure untouched, while he resumes cleaning—corrected, owned, and utterly beneath them.

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Madam M leads her submissive in on a leash, calm and assured. He’s ordered to remove his chastity cage—permission given only to receive pain. Bound to the bench, a metal humbler pulls him back into perfect tension as she tests him: name her dislikes, or suffer. Pegs mark his skin, each one struck away for her amusement. The dragon’s tail follows—precise, merciless—and when the cattle prod hums to life, his cries become her entertainment. Control, cruelty, and exquisite obedience—Madam M’s pleasure in pure form.

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The stables may be Madam M’s escape, but for the stable boy they are a place of punishment. Whipped to heel on his hands and knees, the crop snaps across his flesh, driving him forward. Sharp kicks jolt him back when he falters. ***** beneath a horse blanket, he is trampled and crushed under her boots before being dragged out and driven on again. Finally, rolled tight and discarded, he is left cropped, crushed, wrangled, and rolled — nothing more than a broken stable boy.

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Madam M is joined by Miss Kim, and for their amusement, they deliver a precise, traditional caning. Their submissive must count aloud in English and French, each number a test of obedience and endurance. Trembling beneath the canes, he faces teasing, urging, and wicked laughter at every slip. Every lash, every word, every faltering syllable becomes a lesson in ***** leaving him exposed, obedient, and entirely at their mercy.

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The stables reek of muck and sawdust as Madam M surveys her realm. The boy, unaware, is struck down, his head ***** into the bucket—a filthy prelude to punishment. She beats him with broom, shovel, and scoop, each strike crude, each scrape laced with sadistic amusement. Circling like a predator, her gaze cold, she revels in his whimpers and flinches. Ordered to lick her boots clean, he learns filth is irrelevant—only obedience matters. Bound and beaten with hose and rein, his body becomes her theatre of cruelty, until all dignity is stripped, and only surrender remains.

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Madam insists on discipline, and one of her serf has fallen short. At her desk she is immaculate in pencil skirt, white blouse, and red-soled Louboutins — the very image of authority. Written lines have not been enough, so punishment follows. Spanked, then introduced to her favourite small cane, each stroke writes its script across his skin — sharp, dense, unforgiving. When the lesson demands permanence, Madam takes up the full-size rattan cane, its weight delivering tradition with every stroke. Marked and broken, he kneels to kiss the cane in gratitude.

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Madam M waits in the stables, crop in hand. A tap summons the filthy boy to crawl and kneel; his cap ripped away, his hood ***** on—identity erased. The crop snaps, he’s spread to the wall, every hesitation punished. Then the assault begins: boots and knees ***** his balls, the crop cuts his flesh, each blow ***** and merciless. Driven from wall to floor to rail, every stance only opens him to more destruction. There is no rhythm, no reprieve—only relentless sack smashing, his agony her chosen sport.

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Madam M sits in black, radiating quiet command. Her submissive kneels at Her feet, a silent footstool beneath the weight of Her presence. When She closes Her book, he’s ordered over Her lap, draped across the light curve of Her chaise. Each measured spanking strikes with unyielding precision, his complaints only earning more discipline. Then, restrained on the bench, he faces a series of wooden implements — spoons, spatulas, a heavy sauna spoon, a paddle, and even a slender shoehorn — each delivering sharp, relentless heat. Marked and used, he embodies Her authority and the artistry of wood in Madam M’s hands.

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His bonds are unyielding; escape is impossible. Madam M enters, a vision, her presence commanding absolute ***** She demands his secret—and she will take it. Her cruelly precise CBT tests his limits, flogger lashes mark his flesh, clamps bite into nipples and the most tender places. Pain becomes her instrument, obedience her goal. Every strike, every cruel touch, strips away defiance. Mistress, sadist, interrogator—Madam M is expert in extracting truth. It is never a question of if he will break, but when. Each lash brings him closer, until nothing remains but surrender and truth.