"Sadomasochism isn't simply the enjoyment of physical pain…
There are so many wonderful forms of suffering to be found in BDSM…
Often the more creative, non-physical forms are the more deeply affecting…
But then again, direct exploitation of what nature provides has its charm - Femdom CBT"

(By: Domina Amanda - continuing from femdom stories) At this point, my "peeping tom" domination phone sex caller had just had his first orgasm… and the bondage sex slave in front of me was wide eyed in a mix of terror and sexual excitement as I stood pressed up against him… his cock in one of my leather gloved hands, and his ball sack in the other.
 
Part VI
 
"I am going to hurt your cock terribly… and I am going to beat your ball sack until you almost pass out… then I am going to fuck your ass raw."
 
As if the sadistic smile on my face and the cruel joy in my eyes weren't enough to make his fate clear to him, I whispered my intentions into his ear, promising brutal femdom CBT, to be followed by a savage strapon fucking. And to accent my point, I began to squeeze with both hands… slowly kneading his balls with my tightly closed fingers as I ate up the pain and pleasure I could see so clearly building in his face. The layers of rope that held his legs apart strained as he shifted uncontrollably in response to my cruel touch… but he was painfully secure in the rope bondage I had done and there was no place he could go… no chance to escape the forced femdom torture that had come for him. He would suffer through CBT and all else I desired… every deliciously brutal impluse that was within me would be explored, and he would suffer it all for my cruel pleasure as fit's the lot of a bondage sex slave.
 
My other hand was choking his cock… not jerking it but literally squeezing all the blood back out of it that I could. His fat prick was thick and throbbing when I grabbed it, and the feel of my leather gloves only made it throb and swell more… so my crushing, twisting hand was in a struggle with his erection - one side trying to expand while the other sought to compress. A femdom CBT battle that I intended to win, even if I had to smash the damn thing with a mallet. I stared him in the face, my eyes only inches from his… my teeth clenched in this savage, sadistic smile as I fought to squeeze my hand ever tighter on his cock… a brutal, leather wrapped death grip that filled my eyes with a joyous fire.
 
I love to hear men scream, but sometimes it's better to gag them when I drift fully into forced femdom torture, since I can take brutal to a point where I'm not satisfied until the slave completely passes out (even writing about this right now sends a hot sexual wave through me as my minds floods with examples… these femdom stories don't tell the half of how sick I am and how much I love it ~laughs~). But since my bondage sex caller was enjoying his "peeping" fetish, and I was enjoying the audience, I let every pain drenched noise be clearly voiced in all its beauty. No one could hear anything but us, so I let the cries rage around me in concert with my raging femdom CBT performance.
 
With my left hand I twisted his ball sack, accenting each motion with a deep throaty laugh - by this time I was so turned on from what I was doing to him that my own breathing was erratic and my legs had started to shake. Still keeping his balls securely against my palm, I spun them slowly around, squeezing and crushing as I drew his them tighter and tighter against the surrounding skin. When I could twist no more, I wrenched them around, using my body as leverage, and then gave his ball sack a savage yank. What little slack there was in the rope bondage that stretched his arms out above him, disappeared instantly as his knees gave out and a muted yell escaped his lips. And then, as his pleading eyes looked up at me, my hands closed as tightly as they could… fingers clawing and crushing cock and balls so tightly that his voice made barely a sound in reaction to this extreme treatment of his tender flesh. Only a pained expulsion of air forced its way from his lungs as his body shook and his head whipped from side to side. I had told him this would be brutal femdom CBT and I was not kidding. I hadn't even bothered to use any toys yet.
 
He was gasping, gulping in air in ragged choking breaths… it was so lovely that I just stood there a few moments with a delighted smile on my face, watching him before I finally let go of his bruised package. My bondage sex caller was masturbating again… his whispers matching the ragged sounds escaping from my cock and ball torture victim.
 
The bound and broken male body in front of me was getting the masochistic ride of its life, while my caller's love of voyeurism and extreme forced femdom was being taken to a place he had only ever dreamed of. But I wanted to do more than CBT… I wanted to really tear into the flesh that was laid out before me… but I knew I had to slow down a little and let him recover. There was so much more to do (continued - femdom stories).

Domina Amanda
Extreme Bondage Phone Sex - 1-800-356-6169
 
Femdom CBT - means Cock and Ball Torture, with a lovely female touch ~grinz~. 
 

"When I took him, he had no idea how cruel my intentions really were …
The thought of being abducted by a beautiful young female assuaged his anger at first…
When he later awoke, held tight in rope bondage, and saw that brutal whip in my hands…
He began to protest much more, but I cured him of that swiftly - Forced Femdom Stories"