"The kind of femdom stories I enjoy often have more in common with horror…
Than with erotica ~laughs~… To me sex should be intense and threatening…
And filling another person with a mix of desperate sexual need and pure fear…
Is the kind of excitement that turns my cruel sick self on perfectly - Bondage Sex"
(By: Domina Amanda - continuing from femdom stories) Part IV - Like I was saying… I was "entertaining" a bondage sex slave in my home, when I got an unexpected domination phone sex call. Since the caller has a fetish for voyeurism and rope bondage, I decided to let him listen in as I continued with my cruel femdom session.
I hadn't intended to get this detailed, but I like telling femdom stories like this ~laughs~. So, when I left off… I was using a leather single tail whip on the body of my slave. Tightly secured and stretched in some very well done rope bondage (damn right ~grinz~), his body jerked and pulled with each strike of the whip… adding nicely to the pain, and even more nicely to the show. I could hear the excitement of my phone sex slave in the whispers and gasps coming through the speaker… his noises accenting each sound made by the lash and the body on the receiving end of it.
I was wearing leather gloves at the time (I love long leather gloves - so "female domination" ~grinz~), and so after I put down the whip, I ran my hands all over my captive's body… first feeling the tender red skin that the lash had so lovingly caressed… then taking a very firm hold of his nipples to savagely twist and pull them, letting my body partly fall so its weight hung from his abused flesh. With my teeth I bit them hard… first sharp, quick bites, then more of a slow gnaw and sucking until they looked sore and sensitive to the extreme - all involved that night like their femdom extra cruel ~grinz~.
At that point I applied a pair of nipple clamps… opening each wide, to position it around a waiting nipple… and then suddenly releasing to let it snap painfully shut. The way my sex slave's body jerked and twisted against the ropes that held him as each clamp closed, coupled with the agonized scream he let out… made my pussy so fucking hot and wet, just thinking about it as I write now is putting nasty, nasty good smile on my face.
I thought my bondage phone sex caller was going to have a heart attack ~laughs~… all he kept babbling at that point was something like - "oh my god, she's so evil… cruel, horrible dominatrix… I can't watch this it's so wrong… she's forced him into bondage… what would she do if she found me peeping… I must resist temptation" ~laughs~ (he's actually writing a couple of femdom stories detailing our sessions as envisioned in his mind's eye).
I waited a few moments for the first rush of pain to subside… then I took hold of each clamp and very slowly squeezed them tighter, looking at him with dead, cold sadistic joy in my eyes and loving it. My bondage sex slave began to pull against the rope that held each wrist… not in an attempt to break free, but a reflex reaction to the pain and that which was causing it. I knew I was pushing him quickly, but I wanted to hear those lovely noises burst from him again… and as they did, I laughed in concert with them while alternating the degree of pressure applied to each clamp.
I would usually have applied weights to the nipples at that point, but I knew I had savaged them so badly already that the effect would be diminished… they could wait until later… I had a swollen, throbbing cock right in front of me that was just begging for abuse (continued - femdom stories).
Domina Amanda
Rope Bondage Phone Sex - 1-800-356-6169
"Seeing another person in sexual pain has always turned me on…
I don't give a damn who thinks that's sick, such only adds to my pleasure…
Bondage sex can take so many forms, but I always want it to have a cruel edge…
If you aren't man enough to take the femdom torture I'm going to dish out…
Good… the more you scream the better - Cruel Femdom Stories"
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Just picturing your hands in those leather gloves makes me feel warm all over.
If anyone could write the textbook on female domination, it would be you. Your words have a way of conjuring the most delightfully devilish images. As a young Mistress with so much to learn, I’ll be looking to you for inspiration ;). Thank you, Amanda. ~ Miss Molly