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(Femdom Stories - By: Domina Amanda) When we left off, I was about to describe a vision of my own…
What I would love to see for Halloween is my own personal dark pit… a place where the most sadistic stories are made reality… a forbidden femdom realm wholly devoted to my tastes, crafted from my desires, and dominated by my will. A great enclosure, alive with shadow, carved from the living rock to create a circular cavern fully stocked with every terribly wonderful torture device imaginable, and populated by a mix of female predator and male prey… all looked down upon from the dais of my raised throne.
Those so privileged, so blessed to enter my domain would think themselves passing into a dimension trapped in the unending song of nightmare - one of dark shapes and shadows… of moans and screams… fire and iron. Beautiful females clad in latex and leather, gloves and boots, cavorting licentiously with one another in the light and shadow of flame… all of them, with a black strapon harnessed tight. Male captives, bound, chained, drawn and preyed upon by their lovely opposites, each teased and tormented in the most delicious of ways. A vision of agony most enthralling, reeling hypnotic. With each step forward, the senses of the newcomer overwhelmed by scenes said shameful and repulsive, yet the eyes unable to look away… powerfully drawn to images and promises held within reach… images promising the sinful so often longed for yet prior denied.
This performance would be conducted in the round… no alcoves or pillars to hide anything from my sight as I gaze down from atop the steps leading to my throne… the arch-demoness blessing her court with her presence and her approving eyes. Fire would be the only light in the great, enclosed cavern… and the room’s template - a primary black cut with crimson and a mix of silvers and golds.
A shemale would stand just behind my throne, as bodyguard and "enforcer"… unquestioned in her devotion to her dark empress. She'd be beautifully feminine, a true Amazon warrior, yet hung with an enormous cock to match her magnificent breasts. Dressed in leather, studs, and hood, with her foot long rod always out and ready, she would handle those found naughty in my eyes. Men and women both would know the terrible punishment of her cock… unleashed at my slightest whim. Unspeaking, unmoving… her hood sewn shut, sealing all but her vision… ignoring all but me.
By my side a devilish creature of statuesque beauty, nude but for strips of leather and a great cloak of flaming red hair… a terrible metal strapon hanging heavy between her legs. Her hands, black gloved to the shoulder and in them each, a single tail whip. Eyes of green fire prowling the possibilities and dancing with ones of her own. Her smile, a constant, malevolent leer, making obvious her ever present hunger and need to fulfill it. Her breasts, pierced… nipples swollen with arousal. Skin of ivory perfection, brushed with rose… untouched by any hands other than my own. She, mine, as all… but this, my most favored. She stands near me, slightly crouched, as if a barely restrained animal… a predator waiting to be unleashed by the hand of her owner. And I would pet and caress her gently, to keep her calm, lest she leap too soon into the scene before us, and her whips dance her savage joy across the flesh of all in attendance. Time for such at the height of the night's performance, not before.
Below me, chained by collar at the base of the dais, my jester. A sissy dressed as Harlequin in diamond patch-work motley and a mask of black touched by gold. Her rich colors catching the eye against the darker shades of the room, as her mouth calls words of both ridicule and encouragement to my players. But her voice would be secondary in her mouth's importance. Primary, her ability to swallow all the room would produce. Not a single drop of cum wasted… all for my darling, obscene Harlequin, to be shot, poured and spooned past her eager lips to tongue.
And as absolute, I would rule there, draped across my magnificent throne, a vision of one knowing only the worship of all who come before her… that which they most long for, and most fear. With one long leg lazily draped over my throne's right arm, and body sunk down deep in the corner of the left, I would be the perfect picture of an overindulged despot. Dressed all in tight black from neck to toe… gently fondling my most beloved strapon as I look down upon my subjects… eyes moving from figure to figure as I consider who next to be dragged naked before me as an offering to my glory… ears following the sweet song of my girls as they play the bodies of the man-objects to be used this night… fingers moving in the occasional gesture as I conduct this living orchestra to fit the moment of my mood… a smile crossing my lips at each perfectly drawn note.
And they would know terror and suffering of an ecstasy so consuming, that reluctance and hesitation would so completely cross into longing and rapture, that all would beg never to leave.
And I would bask in their adulation and devotion… as I deserve… as fits me… as the demon I am.
(Of the fictional stories I've written, this is one of my favorites, and others seem to agree based upon the reaction it has gotten since - and yes, the red haired lesbian devil girl is based on someone real… looks, attitude and sexual appetite ~grinz~. An edited and expanded version is this tale/scene is now posted here - Free BDSM Stories)
The Demoness Amanda
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I love your description of your personal dark pit. I could only hope I could be dragged naked before you as an offering of my devotion and total obedience to you.
This is just incredible, and an excellent piece of writing too. I read it once and was so taken aback by it that I had to read it a second time, and I know I will again. Do you think you could do phone fetish role-play set in this world? The Demoness Amanda. Truly Hot as Hell!
Mike - Everyone who gets condemned to my piece of hell gets brought before me… I sample before my minons do. They might have a little taste first, but the “meal” is mine to have, and their’s to enjoy are the scraps I leave behind.
Billy - Phone fetish role-play set in my hell-world? No pun intended, but Hell Yeah. Its easy to play in the place I dream of most every night ~grinz~.
I want your shemale to rape me my ass and mouth. I want her to make me scream as she rips my ass apart. I want my cock to cum without being touched. Just her cock raping me hard making me cum. I want her to cum a huge load in my ass and a plug to be put in so none can leak out. Please let me suffer her punishment under your command.
Domina Amanda you are taking the fantasies my girlfriend and I act out to an insanely exciting level. The more we read your thoughts, listen to your audios, and talk to you on the phone, the more wildf our sex life is becoming. I love fetish clothing but we never talked about it. Turned out she liked it too but felt too shy to bring it up too. The encouragement you gacve her was perfect and got us talking about it finally. Now she wears her thigh high leather boots around the house all the time. We have matching long leather gloves on the way too, like your hellworld redhead. Stuff is real expensive but we took your advice on quality and fit and store suggestions. Thanks and can’t wait to *see* you again. We have to talk more about corsets
The prose-ish style is perfect for this. You float at times almost into the poetic, and it carries the vision wonderfully. You are a woman with a truly dark mind and dark desires to match it, but also the ability to put that darkness to words in a style that fits the scene well. Many who can write don’t know how to feel what they are writing. You obviously do and have the ability to share that feel with ther reader and impress it on him. Really fantastic.