The Soho Mean Girls

A collective of some of the most multi-talented, badass Dominas to ever grace NYC.

Wine & Dine with The Mean Girls

After jackie the maid took a few weeks off from serving Me, Mistress Sybil, I knew he had a lot of work to do to make it up to Me and My fellow Dominas. So, in addition to the two bottles of chilled white wine and lacey panties he usually brings with him to sessions, I instructed him to bring a lavish cheese and cracker spread as well. He impressed Me by also bringing some fresh blueberries to complement the cheese.

After performing his usual duties of tidying and doing dishes in his lace red slip and cheeky black panties, and serving each Mistress a glass of wine on his knees, I instructed jackie to present Me with the cheese and crackers, take off his slip, and to get on all fours. I could see him biting his lip, eager to be humiliated and used. Without a word, I began arranging the cheese and cracker spread on his back, and chuckled as I noticed his little clittie grow inside his panties. I pointed it out to all my fellow Dominas, who made a point of making fun of him for so deeply enjoying Our humiliation.

After I had taken my time to delicately arrange the spread, I invited my fellow Dominas to join me around our new table. For nearly an hour, we enjoyed an elegant dinner party with delicious cheese, crackers, blueberries & wine; acknowledging Jackie only when the table would slope from rigid 90 degree angles, or when we Females needed our wine refilled (our table that held food and refilled wine - how useful!)

Below enjoy some of the humiliating and decadent photos of the Soho Mean Girls enjoying our wine and cheese at jackie the maid’s expense... 

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Mistress Sybil and Mistress Niko Make a Piss Bitch Cry for his Mommy

Written By: Mistress Sybil & Mistress Niko

 

slave j, a piss bitch who likes to be forced, thought his session was almost over when Mistress
Sybil yanked the end of the rope binding slave j’s helpless hands. “Follow Me.”

“wh-wh- where are you taking...?”
“Don’t ask dumb questions, slave.” Mistress Niko retorted, grabbing his cheeks and staring
straight into his eyes. “Whose hooves are those?” she asked pointing to the slave’s hands
dangling from the rope.

“Y-yours, Mistresses.” Niko spanked his ass. “And this vat of lumpy blubber?” She sneered.
“Y-yours too, Mistresses.”
“And this wormdick?” Mistress Sybil inquired, squatting down to tug on the clothes pins clipped
to the slave’s worthless balls.
“They are yours, Mistress, everything is yours.” 

“Then why the fuck,” Mistress Sybil sprung up, taking his nipples and twisting them in her black
leather gloved hands, “did you think you could ask where We are taking Our property?” He
winced as Sybil twisted his nipples harder. Mistress Niko began to paddle his ass, which was
already red and welted from the past hour, to make sure he got the message.

“I-I- I-I’m s-s- so sorry, Mistresses,” he pled, his breathing labored and his dick hardening.
Mistress Sybil and Niko stole a look at each other and laughed – not only did they find humor in
his suffering, they could hear in his breathing how badly he wanted it.

“That’s right you are, pig scum. So, follow. Me.” Mistress Sybil instructed, leading him to the
bathroom - Mistress Niko paddling him when he became slow, slovenly, or when he simply
annoyed either of the Mistresses in Charge.

Once they arrived, Mistress Sybil instructed him into the tub, and secured his bound hands to the
socket. Fearing what was to come, but knowing better than to speak, slave j looked anxiously at
Mistress Niko, pleading.

“Don’t give me that face, whore.” She cooed, as she walked over to the tub, delicately placing
the paddle down on the toilet. She stepped up onto the edges of the tub, towering over his fat,
unseemly body. She, a slender, strong, young Goddess – and he a disgusting, useless old pig.

“Please Mistress, no...no I changed my mind, I’m not ready. I don’t want it, I don’t want it” he
pleaded. “It’s too late” Mistress Niko taunted as Mistress Sybil secured the piggy’s treat, “your
only purpose is to amuse us. And we couldn’t care less about you being ready or not.” Slave j
was trembling, vibrating the web of red rope that encased his body, pre-cum dripping on to his
stomach.

“Here, dear” Mistress Sybil handed a shiny bottle of Dom Pérignon to Mistress Niko, and laughed as Her pathetic bitch tried to escape. “There’s no way out of this, fuckface” Mistress Sybil sneered.
“The only way out is if you do exactly what we want. So, open that whore mouth of yours, and
get ready to drink every drop of this delicious, irresistible golden nectar, like the slutty pig you are.”

Kneeling next to him, Mistress Sybil wrapped her delicate fingers around slave j’s mouth and
forced it open. “he’s ready” Mistress Sybil said to her fellow Goddess. Give it to him. In one
swift movement, Mistress Niko popped the cork and began pouring the shimmery, effervescent liquid onto his face, laughing as it splashed all over his mouth, chin, neck, and began to dribble down his head. “Take it, bitch” she instructed, “take every drop of this magnificent gift we are bestowing on you.” With his mouth full, gurgling for air, slave j managed – as previously instructed by his Mistresses – to meekly mumble “Mommy!!” as he orgasmed, his fantasy actualized.


Slave Whip Bitch Learns his Lesson from Mistress Sybil

Written By: Mistress Sybil

 

After arriving 15 minutes late, I knew I had to start my session with slave whip bitch with proper punishment.

When I opened the door, slave whip bitch’s eyes followed My torso up to My condescending gaze, at first in awe of My beauty and then ashamed of his foolishness. He averted his eyes like a puppy. I relished in the fact he was already my little dog.

“You’re late, and it’s unacceptable to make your Mistress wait.”
“i’m so sorry, Miss, there was traffic and I couldn’t find park-…”
“Shut up” I snapped, and grabbed the bottom of his mouth, forcing him to look me in the eyes. I could feel him quiver in my hands. “You will make it up to me by taking whatever punishment I give you today, no matter how much it hurts. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress, I do Mistress.” I snickered, sensing his desperate need to please and do anything for Me. He had not even stepped in the door and he was already under My spell.

After undressing, he scurried over to me and knelt at my feet, without my asking. Satisfied, I told him to stare at my boots – 6” black, platform leather heels a slave had bought me earlier that month.

“Do NOT touch them,” I warned, “that is a privilege you are not even close to earning. I
want you to look at them and remember that if you are lucky, you’ll have the chance to lick the dirt off the bottom.”

He admired the boots, with his eyes wide open like a dog eying up his favorite treat. Only his obsessive will to serve Me stopped him from indulging his desire to lick My boots then and there.

“Yes Mistress, I would love nothing more to lick every morsel of dirt from Your divine boots,” he whimpered. “How about you show me, not tell me, slave. Follow me to the bed and don’t forget to crawl.” The slave scrambled eagerly behind me, and hopped onto the bed. I instructed him to lie out like across – so that his genitals be helplessly exposed. I tied up his testicles and penis tightly, making sure to chastise him for his pathetic, tiny penis that could never pleasure any woman, and enjoyed watching it bulge from My skillful rope work. Kneeling over him, allowing him to gaze at my thighs placed firmly on either side of him, I squeezed his nipples shut with nipple clamps, and tied the remaining rope from his genitals to the nipple clamp chain.

“Now,” I explained, admiring my work, “any time you squirm, your balls will be squeezed and nipples yanked. You will have no option but to take my punishment” Realizing how powerless he was now, the slave gazed at me in wonder and fear. Squeezing his balls in my hand, I commanded, “Turn around and stick that pathetic ass in the air.”

As he struggled to turn around without squeezing his testicles or nipples, I went to My torture table to inspect the potential tools I could employ for his punishment. I let my fingers graze over the floggers, pinwheels, riding crops, whips, and canes until it landed on the solid wooden paddle. After all, there’s nothing quite like a good, old fashioned spanking.

Walking back, I explained the rules for our little game, “Each time I spank you, you are going to yell ‘i shall never be late for Mistress again.’ And I want you to think about what you’ve done. Remember that you deserve this and more.” 

“Yes, Mistress Sybil. Anything, Mistress Sybil.”
I towered above him, 6’ 5” in my boots, luxuriating in the power I held over this naked, pathetic, vulnerable man. I could not wait to turn his ass a deep, sinful red. Running the corner of the paddle down his spine to his ass cheeks, I searched for the perfect place to deliver my punishment, building up the suspense…then...

SMACK!

“I shall never be late for Mistress again!” the slave called out dutifully. First one down, as many more as his Divine Goddess desires more to go.
I spanked him again, harder. This time he twitched, causing My masterpiece to yank hard on his nipples and balls. “Aaaaaaaaargh i will never be late for Mistress again!”
“You see? I told you. Hold. Still.” As I continued spanking his worthless, bare ass I saw his cock begin to grow. I laughed, thinking that obedient subbies like this one get off even as the pain goes beyond bearable, so long as their pain is in service to a powerful, beautiful woman.

And so, I wailed on him even harder until at last, his sorry ass was a dark scarlet and his apologies little more than whimpers. My finger nails dug into his back, grazing his skin as I walked around to face him. Sitting on the headboard, I lifted my boots up to his face “you took my punishment like a good little boy. you have pleased your Mistress. You may take your reward: two kisses on each boot”

M’s face filled with satisfaction – even with the stinging pain of his ass, the thought of pleasing his Mistress was enough to make it all worth it. As he adoringly kissed my boots, I realized that if I told him he had to take 100 more spankings he would offer himself to me again without a moment’s hesitation.

“So what have we learned today, little slave bitch?”
“That I will never…be late…for Mistress...again.”

The Soho Diaries - Friday, Jan 26, 2018

In this section, you will find rants, raves, stories, news, and updates on The Soho Mean Girls, and what sinfully provocative experiences We encounter on a daily basis with the subbies who can't help but adore Us. Let Us take you down endless roads of fantasy, perversion, and debaucherous encounters. In Our kingdom, the Soho Mean Girls hold absolute rule, and you, Our subordinates, are Our helpless followers and die-hard fans. Read on to step into Our realm of pain, pleasure, and ultimate Female Dominion...

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