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Hi Veronika,

I am a 54 year old man looking to experience the following fantasy at your studio. 

The mistress is standing tall, wearing a black skirt and halter top. She orders me to enter the room naked. In a calm and quiet voice, she commands me to kneel before her. A superior smile crosses her face. She knows that through an accidental medical achievement, a serum had been developed, rendering women to be at least five times stronger than a man. The serum for some scientific reason only works on women. The male establishment has tried everything possible to catch up, but to no avail. But, I know how powerful she is and hasten to comply. After regarding me for a couple of minutes she orders me to crawl in circles in front of her. She laughs at my dangling scrotum. She halts me and orders me back to a kneeling position. My legs apart, hands behind my head. The slave position of primeval times.  Calmly, she informs me that all my worldly possessions have been taken away from me. The bank account, the car, all my moneys. My citizenship and voting rights have been revoked. Even my name will no longer be used. From now on, I am just a naked animal, a beast to be degraded, humiliated and punished.  Suddenly, without warning she firmly grabs me by the back of my hair and force-walks me to a suspension device.  With a few quick movements she stretches my arms apart and overhead and fastens them. Next she spread eagles my legs and fastens them is well.  She walks to the front of me and looks at her handy work. With amusement she looks at my erection and smirks. She points towards the mirrors across from us and informs me that she took the liberty to invite a few imaginary female friends to see my humiliation. They are all sitting behind the two way mirror, sipping wine and laughing at me.  Promptly, she produces a cock band and fastens it around my privates. Next she selects a couple of weights and attaches them to the ring, and lets them go. I can feel the weight dangling.  Having done that, she picks up a riding crop, and carefully weights it in her hands and looks at me with a sadistic smile. She loves to see a grown man cry out in pain and beg for mercy.  She slowly walks behind me and lands the first smack. I flinch and wait. The second hit goes on the other side of the ass. The pain makes me jerk. She laughs at my quivering erection and slowly strokes it to tease me. I hold my breath. She slowly bends my shaft downwards, holds it down a little and then lets it go, to watch it bounce up. My fear on what she might do next seems to amuse her.  She walks back behind me and continues the whipping. Slowly, with pleasure. Waves of pain go though me. I try to suck it in, not to give her any victories, but the first whimper escapes my lips.  She tells me how useless a male I am. A beastlike animal. She laughs at my penis and calls it an ugly sausage, a useless piece of meat.  She reminds me again, on how the women behind the mirror must be howling with laughter.  Finally she has enough and unties me, removes the cock ring and weights and drags me over to the middle of the room. She orders me to spread a newspaper on the floor and kneel on it, slave position again. I realized she cunningly maneuvered me to look and feel like a puppy dog, sitting on a newspaper.  To deeply humiliate me she orders me to take one hand and slowly stroke my shaft. I cant believe what I am hearing and refuse. She walks behind me and gives me a couple of whacks with the riding crop for encouragement.  She walks back in front of me and sternly orders me to beat it, just like the animal that I am, and better not cum without permission. With a strong and beautiful women, fully dressed, standing over me, I have no choice but to follow her orders and begin to stroke my penis.

I am at her mercy, since it is up to her if I am allowed a happy ending or if she decides to send me home in frustration.  Yours, U.U.

well hello once again it is i, e. the painseeker.  i hope ive come to the right woman...ok where to start.  since i can remember i have always been fascinated with high heels.  Some of my earliest memories are of my kindergarten days when i would try to coax any girls i saw wearing those shiny little dress shoes to step on my toys..of coarse the few who actually went for it would get nothing but my hand as i would always put my hands in the way..i loved the feeling of the shoes and the pain they caused.  But as i got older it became harder and harder to get females to hurt me.  Furthermore i had also discovered that my love of high heels was of course a shoe fetish.  Anyways since i was finding it rather difficult to get people to hurt me i actually started to experiment by myself.  i would routinely sneak into my sisters shoe closet and grab the highest, spikiest or thickest shoes she had and i would find ways to hurt myself with them.  i found out that i had a very high tolerance for pain and eventually got brave enough to actually hit myself in the testicles without fear.  of course though after awhile i got bored of this because i could only hurt myself so much before my body would stop me, now i needed someone else to inflict the pain as i could go no further with my own forms of torment.  so i stopped doing that and since then i have actually managed to keep my need for pain dorment by watching internet clips of other guys being tormented, i have found out that im as much a voyeur as a participant.  but now the time has come for me to explore my fantasy's further, with the help of a professional. 

In my mind i can think of nothing sexier than hearing the sounds of high heels clicking across a hard floor GOD I LOVE THAT SOUND.  As i listen to the sounds of stiletto heels approaching my heart always skips a beat.  i can envision seeing the woman behind those heels for the first time standing in front of me with knee high platform shitkicker boots on.  i get a hard on just thinking about it.  As i glance at her from foot to head and my eyes scroll up her sexy body i see the tight little leather skirt, and then her beautiful breasts pushed up in a beautiful corset type top.  as i look into her eyes i see a mischievious look, one that says "i want to hurt you in the worst way little man. From there i know my balls would be in trouble, but alas the goddess isnt just satisfied with that, she wants to trample me, walk all over my body, give me body kicks, she wants to shove her heel down my throat...she wants to make me submit.  But i wont, ill try my best to take the torment, every ounce of it.  ill go until i cant take anymore...until i have no choice but to give up and let her take me. 

Ok well thats been my fantasy for years, trouble is im new to this type of thing and i dont know if newbies can actually take what the mind wants.  im not sure if i have to start off slow and work my way up to that fantasy.  all i really know is that im willing to test my boundaries with you mistress, just tell me the time and place and ill be there either saturday or sunday, it makes no difference to me.  by the way before i go id just like to say that you are the first person to ever hear about my shoe fetish and my fantasy's about what those shoes can do...it feels so good to get it out...so thank you for reading this if you have gotten this far. hope to hear from you soon,

from e. aka the painseeker.

Mistress-

 I like the idea of being forced to pledge a sorority. In my fantasies I am either caught dressing up like a pledge in secret or a fraternity has loaned me to the sorority for the weekend as part of my initiation. Either way the sorority delights in my predicament and has complete control over me. They make me dress up like one of their pledges. (white blouse, plaid skirt, white tights, black patent shoes) carry a pledge book, etc. They then delight in "hazing" me much like their other pledges. I have to clean their rooms, make their beds, do their laundry, perform humiliating acts in public, dress up in embarrassing costumes, eat gross foods like raw eggs and onions, wear cornflakes in my bra, etc. If i fail to please them I am punished. I must complete assignments like writing sentences 100x in my pledge book, performing more menial tasks, or paddled. I am constantly threatened with being exposed or blackballed.  I have to endure whatever another real life girl pledge would endure, with a little more for good measure.  Paddlings - yes.  Outfit- yes and i have one and a blond wig. Sometimes the sisters make me braid my hair in 25 braids.  Age- 20-22 in fantasy.....real life 38.  Anal and blowjobs- I have fantasized that the sisters have to "blow" objects like carrots and banana's and endure insertion.  Menstrual Cycle- All girls have them so i must deal with this also....... Names -  i like being karen or pledge karen or goat karen or worm Karen.  Yours, pledge karen

Hi Veronika,

When we spoke on Yahoo chat this afternoon you told me to write down what I would like for our session on Friday (I would like to do a 2 hour). These are the scenes I have in mind for or session, but of course you are the expert in and know better than I. I have never seen a Dominatrix, and there are A LOT of fetishes that I would love to try, but I will try to keep it down to a few key areas for now. You will probably think I am a complete nut-case but here goes.

1st part - Pants wetting/ /Humiliation:  I show up at your place with a very full bladder. I ask continually to use your bathroom but you deny me permission. You make me drink more water even though I am over-flowing. You begin to taunt me and my predicament. I am fascinated by the taboo that is wrapped around a grown man losing control of his bladder, especially when it is in front of an attractive, assertive woman. The total loss of power, humiliation and extreme emasculation is exciting for me. Ideally I would like to lose control of my bladder (as opposed to letting go on purpose) and then be forced to look you in the eyes as you make fun of me. This fetish isn’t linked to any particular incident in my past but I still enjoy the idea.

I am not sure how to transition to what I see as the second part of the session (detailed below). Maybe you could keep me in my wet pants for a while and begin to question me on a few emotional subjects? You could grill me on humiliating topics that would make me emotional and would lead to me sobbing? I’m not really sure how this part of the session would work quite frankly.

2nd part - Sobbing/gender play: I would like to try the sobbing therapy with you. Hopefully we can get to a point where I completely lose control and start crying heavily. This can start off being humiliating but towards the end of our session I would like you to be reassuring. Part of this involves me wearing young girl’s bed time clothes – a short nightie and cotton panties for instance. I would like to be spoken to and treated as a young girl. As a young boy I was never allowed to be emotional or cry. I would like a shoulder to cry on and just let everything out. I would like to leave our session feeling relaxed and OK about myself if possible. I am looking for nurturing Aunt type.

Things to get in my head:

I haven’t related this stuff to anyone, every. I find it deeply humiliating. 

Panties – I have a huge panty fetish (and to a lesser extend lingerie). When I began puberty I began to find my older sisters panties very sexually arousing. I would go into the laundry, or sneak into her room and sniff her used panties. I would also try them on and masturbate. I was never caught, although I think that there were many times that she suspected. This was a great source of arousal and humiliation for me growing up.

Since then I have stolen other women’s panties as well. I absolutely adore women and I feel closer to them when I can smell their scent and touch something that has been so intimately close to them.

Homosexuality – I adore women and still am extremely attracted to them but I have always been very confused about my sexuality. My first sexual experience was with a man when I was 16 (he penetrated me anally) and gave me head. My first experience with a girl wasn’t until later that year.

I didn’t have another gay experience until I was 23 (we gave each other head). This is the really humiliating part: It wasn’t until 2004 that I really started to explore my homosexual urges. Since then I have probably sucked cock 25 times (with as almost as many guys) and tried anal sex once (it couldn’t take it; it hurt too much). I’ve had guys cum in my mouth twice and once took a facial. At first I would just let guys suck me off but now it has transitioned to the point where I just want to suck them off. I have worn panties many times while giving head. I get extremely aroused by the thought of an attractive woman pleasing her man and I like to emulate it as much as possible. The thought of being considered a sexy little thing is very appealing.

I’ve never had a relationship with a man but I have feelings of wanting to fulfill a traditional ‘female’ role within a gay relationship. The crossdressing and humiliation play a part in this desire.

Names to call me: cock sucker, slut, pants wetter, panty sniffer, slut, bitch or whatever you please.

Looking forward to hearing from you! xox

Hello Mistress Harley,

We just spoke on the phone.  I really enjoyed checking out your website last week, the collection of fantasies and scenarios really got me thinking... I've never put written anything like this down before.  Anyway, here's my fantasy.  I really enjoyed writing it, and now I can't stop thinking about acting it out, hopefully with you.  Of course, I wouldn't expect it to go exactly like this, but I'd love to know what you think. 

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We met at a bar, and you've lured me back to your place.  I think I've got a hot date, but you intend to test a new hormone treatment you've developed to convert me into a female sex slave. 

I've stripped down to my shorts in anticipation, while you've gone to put on something more comfortable.  You sneak up and quickly overpower me.  You restrain and gag me on your examination table.  You put (light) nipple clamps on me to prove just how helpless I am.  You use scissors to cut away my shorts, telling me I won't be needing them anymore.  You proceed to examine me fully, while explaining that you've developed a hormone cocktail that can transform my mind and body into a young female nymphomaniac.

You remove the nipple clamps and force this "drugged" enema into me, which also leaves me open to suggestion & unable to resist your commands.  The "drugs" will immediately affect my mind, so I will obey your every command.  You remove my gag, and tell me what my, female, name is. 

With all my resistance gone, you release my bonds and allow me a trip to the bathroom.  When I return, you insert a plug to start stretching open my new "pussy" and point out some of the changes that are already happening in my body, as my complete physical transformation into a girl is underway.  Perhaps you use a harness to keep it in place.

To start my training, you dress me up in stockings, garter belt, and other silky feminine lingerie.  You start teaching me the basics; how I should sit, stand, etc.  You have me bend over, and give me a larger plug to continue stretching my "pussy."  You then add fake boobs, a wig, makeup, etc., to complete my new look. 

Throughout my training you use soft, encouraging words to transform my personality & mind into that of a horny little sex slave.  You frequently remind me that I am unable to resist, and tell me my only goal in life is to satisfy my masters' every wish.  If I satisfy you, you'll keep me as your personal pet.  If not, you'll sell me at an upcoming slave auction.  Although I can't resist, you punish me with a (light) spanking or swats with a riding crop on my ass or thighs if I don't perform properly. 

You create the desire in my mind to suck cock, and you train me to suck a dildo.  Then, you remove my plug & instruct me on how to get fucked using a dildo/toy/doll.  You have me ride a dildo while sucking on one.  Once you're satisfied with my technique, you tease my "clit" and instruct me to lick up my pre-cum, telling me that I will grow to love it, and that once I cum while riding your dildo, my first day of transformation will be complete.
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Thank You,
-J

Cums on it & sucks clean!

Mistress Veronika,

For some time, I’ve been dreaming of visiting your lair in order that I may be made to atone for my sins in a very humiliating fashion.

In my session, I would like to be scolded, humiliated and punished for my giving inferior service as your maid. Of course, I will wear my little sissy outfit.

You want me to begin my remedial training by learning how to clean. Specifically, you ask me to get on my hands and knees and crawl over to your gorgeous feet whereupon I’m instructed to lick your shoes ( including soles) clean with my tongue; when I look up you yell me to continue and focus on licking your shoes clean without hesitation. When I stop one more time, you get indignant and tell me that I’m the most fucking useless slave you’ve ever seen. “forget it”, you say and tell me to get up. You notice that I touch myself and this makes you doubly mad so you, therefore, bring out the cuffs and fasten my wrists behind my back. As well , you decide you don’t want to hear my whimpering any longer and decide to gag me with either my ball-gag or by stuffing my mouth with your panties and cleave gagging with a scarf.

For the remainder of the session, you want me to learn the lesson of standing still. This exercise, while still bound and gagged, entails me balancing an egg against the wall with my nose without letting it drop. Of course, you know that I must do this while leaning over a chair or the like to prevent me from pressing my chest against the wall and making it easy. If the egg drops before the end of the session, the I must spend the remainder of the session, up to the end of my allotted time in the noose because you deem that the only way I can remain still.  HB

Wicked Babysitter Fantasy 

You are a mean, sadistic babysitter who takes pleasure in making boys cry.  The mean babysitter, enjoys tying me up, and then having her way with me.  Perhaps, laying my head on her lap, and then slapping my face, spitting on me, and then worst of all using her hands and fingers to gag me.  With her main goal to draw tears from his eyes.  She may even use her dildo to stick in his mouth if the fingers aren't long enough.  Plugging his nose and stuffing the dildo deep down his throat making him cry and gag at the same time.  Then after she gets warmed up, she removes her worn stockings or drenched panties and stuffs them in his mouth, and taping them over his mouth.  From here, she begins to play asphyxia games, by plugging his nose making him struggle for air.  The whole time she has this wicked and amused look in her eyes.  Then she gets to the part she has been waiting for...forced foot smelling!!!    She puts him on the floor, takes off one of her shoes and lays her foot right at his nose demanding him to smell her heady aroma of her feet that have been trapped in her closed smelly pump shoes all day long, sweating.  From time to time, she will slap or spit on him to stop him from moving his head.  She will even use her toes to plug his nose, so he is deprived of any air what so ever.  Very mean babysitter!   This repeats with the other foot, that is just as smelly and pungent as the other foot.  She then takes him to the bedroom, ties him up and starts the trampling session on his chest, throat, face.  She is loving this and just having her way with him making sure he is suffering telling him what a good boy he is.  Once she gets tired, she takes the stockings or panties out of his mouth and demands that he sucks, licks, and cleans every toe, every crevace, and sole of her foot or else more punishment will be endured, perhaps a harsh spanking over her knee or….(As I know you are not in to face-sitting,) what if the babysitter were to sit on my chest with her knees on each side of my face - in that position, she would have the easy access to spit repeatedly on my face, and then she would take her hand and smear it all over,) at times cutting off my oxygen by covering my mouth and nose.  Then the babysitter would start the trampling process again, jumping up and down, slapping my face with her feet, standing on my face, kicking my in the stomach, stuffing her feet down my throat.  My role would be to avoid all this from happening, maybe trying to escape by crawling away, or struggling very hard to avoid you from tormenting me.  Trying to avoid smelling your smelly feet, telling you bad they smell, or begging for you not too spit on me.  But the babysitter loves that I hate this, and it only makes her more sadistic and aggressive.   She really enjoys watching suffer and grossed out.  She gets turned on hearing me gag, and she does not stop when I am gagging.  She only pulls out when I am peaking at my gag.   When she catches me from escaping, she will grab me by my hair. 

AUNTY'S PUNISHMENT - Developement of a fetish 

I grew up in England and attended school there when corporal punishment was still widely used. I was actually a rather shy boy and rarely got into trouble. I remember that by the age of thirteen I was already interested in the cane, for some reason, and actually set about ‘misbehaving’. This was not difficult as our form master would periodically inspect our clothes and the state of our fingernails and cane those who did not meet his standard. As he only dished out one or two strokes I took little risk in arranging to have dirty hands one day. I remember the instruction to bend over but do not really remember the single stroke I got. I do remember feeling a kind of sexual warmth afterwards, so that, looking back, I suppose I was hooked from then.  That spring my sister of eighteen left home and became a nurse. I was approaching fifteen. My mother had been widowed some years before and, with the absence of her only female ally, I had begun to try the limits of her patience. I smoked from time to time, bought ornographic magazines and started to sauce her if she attempted to control me. She was at her wits’ end and called up her sister for advice.  My aunt was younger than my mother by a few years, single, independent and a school eacher. She also differed from my mother in being blunt and tough. Before I knew what was happening it was agreed that I would spend the six weeks of the summer vacation under her tender care to be “straightened out”. Come the end of term I found myself on the train with two suitcases, one with my clothes and the other containing “things for your aunt”.  As the train approached my aunt’s station I was in a cocky mood which disguised a certain apprehension. My aunt had never been anything but kind to me, but her offer to look after me, in the circumstances, aroused some concern. It was justified. She was kindness itself at the station but at her house, once I had unpacked my clothes, this changed.  I can still remember much of the next few weeks in detail but will give you only an outline. I was taken to aunt’s front room where she pulled the curtains tightly together, sat down on the sofa and sat me down opposite. I was there, I was told, to learn some manners and discipline. Out of her consideration for my mother and me she had managed to “borrow” a couple of canes from her school and a strap; which she now showed me to my horror. She revealed the contents of the second suitcase, which turned out to be a lot of my sister’s leftover school clothes. These, she said, would be for me to wear until I could prove that I was worthy to dress like a man. 
I will spare you the pathetic pleading, begging and attempts at outright refusal to co-operate. The latter was simply ignored. I was instructed to strip and “assisted” in doing so. The rest of that first day, which I shall always remember, was devoted to punishment of the most painful and humiliating kind. I very reluctantly went over my aunt’s lap for a sound spanking intended to induce me to confess my many sins. It succeeded. I was then taken to the bathroom and my mouth was washed out with a soapy cloth in retribution for the cheek I had given to my mother. Finally, I was given a sound caning. Like all my aunt’s canings, this continued until I was bleary-eyed with tears. Lastly I was dressed in my sister’s school knickers and dress and mocked.  By the end of the summer I was indeed behaving much better. However, on the way I had to endure several severe strappings on my hands and a caning every three or four days. Once aunty was supposed to be away all day and I was stupid enough to buy a dirty magazine from a local store. I was in need of some sexual release and was busily playing with myself when aunty came in quietly and caught me. After a severe strapping and caning aunt left me with my hands tied behind my back and an old baby dummy in my mouth. She warned me that if this ever happened again I would be put in diapers and rubber pants like the baby I was. 
Over those few hectic weeks my aunt was very intrusive of my personal space. She would insist on watching me pee and shit and would check I had cleaned myself properly. She supervised my baths. She said she had to do this because otherwise I would no doubt use the opportunity to play with myself. No doubt she was right.  Aunt also commented a number of times about her understanding that boys need sexual release from time to time. However, it was just not acceptable for them to play with themselves. She offered to “milk” me if I could not endure the frustration any longer and had been behaving well. That summer I was just too shy to ask. However, a couple of times I became erect whilst she was bathing me and enjoyed the delicious delirium of being masturbated by a beautiful and dominant woman.  My behaviour did improve following that summer. I did get sent back for “refreshers” on a couple of occasions and was caned a few more times by my aunt. I never let her catch me playing with myself, which I now regret. Although I have long been a devotee of dominant ladies I have never quite had the nerve to accept diapers and rubber pants. I did once get around to asking her to milk me and was delighted both by her skill and her obvious delight in her ability to control and please me.

PUNISHED BY A PRIESTESS 

Introducing Sissy-Sherri

Exciting Role-Play, sent in by Sissy-Sherri

'CAT-WOMAN'

I had always fantasized about being Catwoman.  On a visit to Mistress, I became Catwoman, and was captured by Officer Veronika Harley.  It went like this:

Just getting home from work, Officer Veronika Harley is wearing Her police uniform with a hat, high heels, a short skirt and, underneath her jacket, a beautiful white bustier.  As She enters Her house, She notices that someone has been there!  The door was pried open and someone has been rifling through drawers in the desk....  What's that?  Officer Harley hears a noise from the next room and realizes the burglar is still in Her home!       Slowly, silently, Officer Harley carefully peers into the next room.  She sees the burglar, back toward her, bent over, rummaging through items on the floor.  The first thing that strikes Officer Harley is the way the burglar is dressed- in a spandex unitard, with black boots, a gold belt and evening gloves!  The burglar also appears to be masked!  Officer Harley shakes her head in disbelief and mutters to herself, "Well, this is something new!"  Her mild amusement turns to anger as she sees the burglar tuck her favourite gold necklace in the belt of (her) costume.  Officer Harley clenches her jaw and firmly sets her lips in a determined scowl.  "How dare this person invade her personal space, her home!  Officer Harley is determined to administer her own brand of justice on the cat burglar!  She strides up behind the thief who is still bent over the ill-gotten gains.  Absorbed in examining the jewelry, the thief still does not realize Officer Harley is hovering behind "her".  The thief's spandex-covered bottom presents too tempting a target.  Officer Harley slowly raises her hand above her head, and with a satisfied grin, brings it down hard on the ass of the unsuspecting cat burglar!    "Ahhhhhwwwcchh!" yelps the Catwoman as she immediately straightens up and grabs her rear end in pain.  Before the villain can turn around, Officer Harley uses her police training and grabs the Catwoman's arm and puts it in a "chickenwing" hold behind the back, and then pushes the criminal face first into the wall.  "What are you doing here?" Officer Harley whispers harshly in the trapped thief's ear.  Before the criminal can answer, Officer Harley whips the Catwoman around and delivers a punch into the stomach, knocking the wind out of the villain, who slumps to the floor gasping for breath.   Struggling to hands and knees, the captured quarry is ready to plead.  "P-p-please," the thief stammers, "D-d-don't take me to jail."    "Oh, when I'm done with you, you're going to wish I had taken you to jail," Officer Harley sneers.  "You're about to experience justice, Veronika Harley-style!"  For good measure, Officer Harley delivers a kick to Catwoman's ass, knocking her flat on her face again.  Officer Harley then proceeds to take her anger out on the unfortunate intruder- literally kicking her ass, picking the Catwoman up by the hair and throwing her into walls, trampling her when she falls to the ground exhausted.  It is clear that Officer Harley is truly enjoying punishing the intruder!   The next thing the Catwoman is aware of is being gagged and her wrists being chained together and being pulled up.  Up, up, up....  As Catwoman comes around, she is shocked to see that she is suspended from a ceiling by her wrists!  Desperately, she strains to touch the floor with her boots, but Officer Harley has cruelly made sure she can't quite reach the floor.   With a superior grin on her face, Officer Harley circles around her captured criminal.  "Quite an outfit you wore to my home," she jeers, pulling on catwoman's belt and letting it snap back around her waist.  Catwoman's muffled protests only make Officer Harley enjoy herself more.  She pulls on Catwoman's belt again, so hard that she begins to swing back and forth!   Realizing that she is now completely under Officer Harley's control, Catwoman screams from behind her gag.  "Leave my belt alone!  Stop!"  Catwoman's alarm turns to horror as she sees Officer Harley remove her belt.  Officer Harley decides to teach the intruder what it is like to be stolen from.  She uses the thief's own belt as a punishment by spanking her with it several times!  At this point, Officer Harley decides to remover Her jacket so she can administer a more severe beating, free from constraints.  Officer Veronika Harley is drop-dead gorgeous, wearing a white bustier, Her police hat, a short, form fitting skirt, and high heels  Beaten into submission, catwoman realizes now resistance is futile and that Officer Harley has all the power... After all, Catwoman can't even report this to the police!  she  broke in, was caught, and am now getting what she deserves.  Catwoman watches as Officer Harley holds her belt up like a trophy, and twirls it around in a token of victory.  Catwoman puts up no resistance as Officer Harley pushes her, now beltless, back and forth and snaps her spandex outfit and laughs.   For her part, Officer Harley thoroughly enjoys humiliating the criminal, putting her on a variety of torture and binding devices (hand cuffs, stocks, spanking bench, spreader bars and anything else that strikes Her fancy!)  Victorious laughter and taunting fill the air.... "Guess you picked the wrong house, eh bitch!" jeers Officer Harley between spankings.... Finally, Catwoman is released and collapses on the floor, thinking her punishment is over.  Unfortunately, it has only begun.  Catwoman is handcuffed and put over the Officer Harley's knee and spanked yet again, then thrown off, landing spread eagle on her back.  As she slowly struggles to her knees, she hears Officer Harley say coyly, "I forgot to strip search you!"  She releases Catwoman from the handcuffs and orders her to remove her clothes.  Catwoman does so slowly and reluctantly, but a couple of smacks from her new owner and she completes the task.  Then, to make me look more ridiculous, Officer Harley pulls Catwoman's unitard away and tells her to put her gloves and boots back on!  And to add insult to injury, tosses Catwoman her belt and tells her to wear that too!  So now, Catwoman is naked except for her boots, belt and gloves, and Officer Harley's torture has just begun!   I guess Catwoman picked the wrong house!