"Femdom sessions and BDSM play encompass many things…

Sometimes nothing more than a dominant woman…

and a cock and pair of balls in her control - Tease and Denial"

In the handling of my property, I tend to be a mix of ruthlessly efficient and reservedly affectionate, coated liberally in the typical air of female superiority and quiet ease that I am known for. I am very demanding - my expectations are absolute and their fulfillment is unquestionable. Failure is intolerable to me, and so any form of displeasure must be met with swift response, set both to correct, and bring me enjoyment of another sort through its execution. But so long as my expectations are met, I can be quite gentle with those I keep, enjoying their pleasing presence and allowing them to share my company. Even so, it is always obvious that something else lurks behind this seeming benevolence, something nasty that is straining to be released at the first hint of displeasure. When imposing one's will over lesser beings, one must never allow a single face to become too expected or too routine, lest it be taken for granted, no matter what its cast.
 
In this way, most would see me as rather strict but generally fair, with my disposition having the potential to quickly turn to cruel sadism if provoked. When met with satisfaction, this tight discipline can reap many rewards for the appropriately obedient slave. I often like to see my possessions happy, but only so long as this is deserving in my estimation. When one proves to be exceptional, that prize is held in my favor, garnering a greater portion of my attention and possibly even a degree of my confidence if consistent in performance (like the female sex slave I am keeping with me now, what a hot and sexy fuck that little thing is ~grinz~). I openly admit that there are of course times when I am happier enjoying far darker forms of play with my toys… when this is so, I let my mood take me where it pleases and I just indulge myself selfishly, as is the nature of the creature I am and my given right. Usually though, the object in question also shares a penchant for enjoying the same in some way, so things are never completely one-sided, even if my focus at that moment is entirely on me.
 
My bearing is normally very relaxed, possessing a calm confidence that is readily apparent - that, to me, is the way of a dominatrix, or better, the domina. Graceful, dignified, and controlled… these words well fit my manner, tempered with a touch of the darkly sardonic. I don't yell to get what I want, I don't have to (though I do enjoy barking at people occasionally, just to see them jump and run - I'll never get tired of that ~grinz~). If I raise my voice its to accent a command and underline its importance by playing on the sharp contrast existing between my normal dark reserve, and this sudden directed attack. And when I do let my temper truly rage, the effect is all the greater for this contrast, and thus the impact is significantly heightened. Even so, this doesn't come out like a reckless explosion… its more a controlled burst of focused intensity done for intended results, regardless of any possible degree of actual anger that might exist. Overall though, I think yelling, when taken to routine, reflects an inability to control one's property, or perhaps even a debatable level of self-control (far too many in the BDSM scene think this is the trade mark of the dominatrix - many thinking that is what female domination is - the yelling, barking, bitch… what nonsense). Again, that's not to say that a raised voice never has valid purpose, or that it can't be enjoyable in itself… but for those who make it a constant, it just gives me the impression of something fake or failing.
 
I love to create an ominous atmosphere when someone has been naughty, and then just let its effect agonizingly set in for as long as possible, with as little as possible said and done so as to further heighten the effect. I enjoy giving people enough rope to hang themselves… and once that rope is irredeemably nice and tight, I like to see it work its effect very slow (far be it from me to stop some pathetic loser from getting the end he has worked so hard to deserve - there are those that are worth the time to guide and correct, and then there are those that are worth nothing at all). When angered though, I have a tendency to do just the opposite… often in those cases I will skip the expected or anticipated level of response, and cross quickly into something coldly vicious that goes far beyond the predictable. I believe in eradicating that which causes me true displeasure… leaving no doubt in the mind of others that I will not be baited, tested, or played, and if faced with such, I will not hesitate to call the bluff of the other person in the extreme.
 

Domina Amanda

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Continued in Part XIII - Female Domination

"So you think you can handle me, slave… that you can take it all…

Good… I like idiots like you who need to be taught their submission.

Bondage isn't a condition one wants to be in when making challenges…

Not when your cock and balls are so very, very vulnerable - Femdom CBT"