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(By: Domina Amanda) As you know I was away for most of Halloween week enjoying myself. Now that I have returned, I've had an expectedly large number of eager beaters ask me what I "was" for Halloween this year. Bad question.
Was? This year I was nothing other than myself. Now, the fetish outfit I chose in compliment to my personality was as follows - a tight black latex mini-dress with red piping, red fishnet stockings, and a pair of 7" black heels. No gloves this time, as my nails are beautifully long right now and I wanted to show them off in a rich crimson polish, the same shade I painted my lips. Accessorized masterfully in silver, with bullwhip in hand, and horns appropriately fixed, the end result - an obvious demoness. I decided to dress in a form that was an honest reflection of me, allowing the easily observable truth of my soul to be fully displayed in all of its devilish splendor. The dark seductress that I am, displayed not only in action and word, but the fullest of form.
The plans I had though, got all screwed up. Have no fear boys, my wrath was righteous and swift when dealing with the offending cause. In life I have found that revenge is a wonderful way to take difficulties and disappointments, and turn them into something productive and enjoyable. If others disturb your fun, just find another way to use it to your advantage and have even more… and what better way than making the guilty party suffer thoroughly for their error. All's well that ends well, so long as it's well for me ~smiles sweet~.
Halloween in general though, it never quite fits what I would like it to be… least not fully. You see, I don't really need an excuse to dress up in latex and be a demoness… I wear BDSM style fetish clothing like latex, leather, PVC, etc., very regularly as it is (hello, dominatrix ~laughs~), and I embraced my beautiful inner demon long ago. What I really like about Halloween is the atmosphere, and my want is that atmosphere to be as dark and threatening as possible. Besides, you know I am never one to miss a chance for a public display, especially if a little exhibitionism is highly probable.
I've been to many places that decorate in a "hell" or "dungeon" theme for the holiday (BDSM clubs and the like). Some of these do a decent job of it, and a few of the more private, sexual ones even take the lovely activities performed there nicely in the right direction. But they all fall short of what I would like. It's not that I haven't had fun at many of these places, quite the contrary, I wouldn't deign to go in the first place if I didn't expect there to be some sort of worth waiting for me. It's just that, while all of these have been pleasant distractions, enough even of reasonable quality… what I want to do is really immerse myself in that darkness and revel in it as fully as possible, not simply touch its borders and glimpse in. Safe distances are for the weak and afraid… not for the strong, not for the ones who are to be truly feared.
The Demoness Amanda
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Ya got my attention with the Dante quote! I’ll have to try you at sissyschool sometime! Check out my blog if you get a chance and let me know if you think we’d click?
Betty - Good to see someone is familiar with that line. Most only know the translated form. I got your attention with the quote, you got mine for knowing it. I like your blog… when I hit - “AAAh it’s a fucking giant fucking cockroach!! Holy Mother of God, the fucking Devil sent a messenger to ram home my abject state!!!” you actually got me to laugh out loud, so compliments to you, you dirty thing ~grinz~.
42nd Street… I remember what it used to be like when I was a kid. The “Disneyfication” of that place was a hell of a transformation. After the change there was still a small strip club there though, around 1999… I forget the name, I think it was Goldfingers… an old girlfriend of mine from when I was in High School used to dance there. Don’t think its around anymore, but its been years since I was down there. Your blog reminded me.