(By: Domina Amanda - continuing from femdom stories)
 
The ragged breathing of the slave I had bound before me was the only sound in the room. I knew the phone sex caller I had listening to us on the speaker phone was quickly stroking his cock to a second orgasm, but he was so intent on what we were doing that he made no noise at all. I stood just there silently in, taking a moment to look at what I had done… how beautiful my bondage slave looked like that… freshly beaten and helplessly waiting for more from me. My pussy was already so fucking wet, and my clit was throbbing terribly against the inside of the strapon I was wearing, letting me know how badly it wanted me to abuse him more.
 
Part VII
 
My victim's head hung down on his chest, and his body was covered in sweat… the rope at his wrists had dug in deeply… marks that would last sometime after we were done - the telltale sign of the bondage slave. I reached out one leather gloved hand to caress his face, lifting it slightly as my finger's moved under his chin. I did it not out of sympathy or compassion, but the want to touch such a lovely display of suffering.
 
Then I moved closer to him again, pressing my body up against his as my hands slid down between his legs… my touch gentle and soft… lingering on his nipples and then his stomach before moving lower still. My face moved to his neck and cheek, letting my lips, nose and tongue touch him - I wanted to breathe and taste his pain… to enjoy the cruel torture I was making hm suffer through more sense than just my eyes and ears… I wanted to consume what was before me before I made him endure even more. I gently removed the clamps from his abused nipples… making soft, soothing sounds while my hands caressed what only moments before they had so sought to hurt. Then I ran my fingers along his back… smiling as they traveled the crisscrossing pattern of long welts my whip had created… finally down to his ass, which I took a firm hold of - one cheek with each hand - lifting slightly as I held onto him tight.
 
And then with no warning at all, I bought my knee up very hard into his balls. Pressed up against him as I was, I heard and felt all that was his reaction to this sudden ballbusting move, and it was fantastic. I smiled and deeply breathed in his pain. And then I did it again a second time… and then a third and fourth… savage drives with my knee, up and into him, my teeth clenched and grunting as I put as much force behind each ballbusting attack as I could… my hands holding his ass firming in place, both bracing my movement and preventing his. Then I held my knee there… grinding the leather of my thigh high boot into his cock and balls, pushing it all back up inside of him.
 
The first ballbusting knee to his groin had knocked the wind out of him, leaving him hanging there by his wrists, his body up against mine. I think at that moment the rope bondage was the only thing preventing him from falling to the floor. By the last of the quick series of strikes, his legs had given out completely and I was enjoying his dead weight against me… the satisfaction of having caused his collapse made me suddenly much more wet than I already was.
 
With my knee pressed firmly into his groin, his cock and balls were crushed between the leather of my thigh high boot and the weight of his own body. I let him ride my knee like that, working it back and forth, grinding up into him, while I started to speak again, breaking the long silence for the benefit of my phone sex caller who was "peeping" in on our femdom scene through the speaker phone.
 
As horrible as the idea of ballbusting might sound to many out there, the effect such cruel femdom attention had on my bondage slave was just too much for him. After barely a couple minutes of my knee rubbing against his cock, and my body pressing so close against him, his tortured balls gave up everything that was in them, pouring out a thick load all over my leg. The white of his cum contrasted sharply with the black leather of my thigh high boots… just as it did the leather of the gloves I was wearing as I collected the cum and fed it to him. Cum swallowing was something he had never done before, but as always, this bondage slave obeyed his dominatrix nicely.
 
After I had fed him, I moved away to finish cleaning off my boots. I wasn't mad that he had cum without permission… in the state he was in, especially after those solid ballbusting shots, I doubt he could even think that clearly, and I had expected it to happen anyway. If I had not wanted it, I would not have done it. But still, he made a mess on my boots, and femdom punishment was naturally required. Once must hold a male slave in a tight fist, lest his training slip.
 
Tied as he was, with his legs pulled apart, his groin was an all too easy target. Turning back towards him I took three quick steps and brought my foot up as hard as I could between his legs… a full force groinkick that brought a terrible, twisted eruption of sound from his throat. Then I slowly walked behind him, letting the heels of my boots make sharp, ominous noises on the floor as I did. Once I was facing his helpless ass, I gave him another full groinkick from behind, followed by a hard kick in his butt, the tip of my boot targeting his asshole. I wanted to drive it in, but that pleasure was for my strapon alone. My boots would remain focused only on the femdom ballbusting they were made for. His ass would get fucked soon enough.
 
For the next ten minutes I circled him that way… slowly moving around in those cruel dominatrix thigh high boots… letting long moments pass between sudden stops to kick him again. My domination phone sex caller sounded almost as if he was going to have a heart attack when he had his second orgasm. I ignored him… I was too busy stroking my own thick rubber cock (continued - femdom stories).
 
Domina Amanda
Femdom Ballbusting Phone Sex - 1-800-356-6169
 

1. billly, July 18, 2008:

   This is amazing. Thank you, Domina Amanda for taking the time to share this story with us, it just keeps getting better with every part. Ballbusting is too heavy for me, but hearing you talk about what you did is so hot its turning me on anyway. That and I love thigh high boots. What a brutally cruel femdom experience, and it sends chills down my spine reading how much you love it.

2. joe, February 28, 2009:

   hi Amanda,your strapon stories are my favorite but the ballbusting is good too i dont think i could take such punishment keep writing!!

3. jericho, February 28, 2009:

   Yeah, this is really hot. I might not be into ballbusting but I am into the way you tell your stories. I’ve been reading another site written by a guy who has met you before in California. Wish I could see you in femdom action for real someday. I heard you were back in NYC for a couple months but didnt work professionally while you were there. I hope you are going to get fully back into pro-domme work. I’d travel to meet you for sure.

4. Domina Amanda, February 28, 2009:

   I know all about your love for thigh high boots, billy ~grinz~ although I think I could probably get you to give ballbusting a shot. I know how badly you want to please me.

5. Domina Amanda, February 28, 2009:

   Joe, I have many so many fetishes that I enjoy. I love my strapons and I adore ballbusting and they are completely different. Fortunately my blog covers a lot of my interests so there is a bit of something for everyone.

6. Domina Amanda, February 28, 2009:

   Yeah, I was out in NYC for a couple of months, now I’m back in CA. I don’t have the time right now to get seriously back into professional BDSM since I’m working on a graduate degree out here. There’s no doubt I’ll always be involved with BDSM on some level, and my private life is deeply immersed in it ~grinz~.

7. julio, March 3, 2009:

   Yes with thigh high boots on!! You do anything want to me if wear those please!!! You so long legs so very hot!!!