By: Domina Amanda - continuing from forced sissy stories) Here is the second installment detailing what happened that night in the BDSM club to my little sissy slut. I went out with the intention of pimping my girlie boy whore, but got sidetracked for a moment… I think you'll well understand why as you read on.
 
Part II
 
I sat alone in the booth - a femdom goddess waiting to receive the many admirers I knew would soon come. My sissy whore knelt to the right side, her collar turned around to allow the leash to run behind her since it was still in my hand. She was a slut on display for sale, and I knew those worth consideration as customers, would recognize that.
 
When the latex school girl waitress returned with my drink, I just couldn't resist. I reached out a hand to fondle one of those temptingly huge tits as she leaned over the table. The way her lips parted when my deft fingers found a nipple told me that she would indeed find herself tied to my bed sometime in the near future. And the way she lingered there far longer than she had to, enjoying the attention, told me that a very long and thorough femdom exploration of her body would be required.
 
I love and hate that about myself… when I see something I want I go after it and have it right then. It's how I've always been, and while I wouldn't change it for anything, my femdom compulsions are almost too numerous to fulfill. Something will catch my eye, or put a fetish thought in my head, and then I set out to fulfill it. Male or female, it doesn't matter - once I want it, I'm gonna have it. In this case I wanted to savage those fat tits… to stretch her arms and legs out to the point of breaking, and then torture her body horribly… a well curved female body that was so obviously built for nothing but sex and femdom abuse. I intended lesbian domination of a most sadistically satisfying form, and her eyes told me she belonged on her knees in submission. But I wanted to do nasty shit to her… lure her in with kisses and gentle domination and then really go off on every hot latex covered inch of her. Thinking again of it now… damn I want to torture those tits… just get evil brutal on them. If I keep thinking about it, I'll end up going out to look for her at that BDSM club right now. Some of the most beautiful femdom stories are written on soft, full curves like hers. Watching a slave squirm and cry in a mix of pain and fear while needing to cum so badly… is something I fully admit an addiction to.
 
Maybe I would even give her to that stud driver of mine after I was done using her… his cock was exceptionally large and capable of producing an enormous volume of cum. I wanted to see if his orgasm would look better poured out all over her tits or covering her full lips… either way I had a feeling she was a cocksucking pro and I wanted a full demonstration of her talents. He wouldn't touch her pussy… that would only be mine.
 
But enough of that, thoughts of cruel femdom torture are a source of very easy distraction for me, but like I said before… I had to keep my mind on the night's business, no matter how tempting I might find the many playthings that would inevitably offer themselves to me. I've gotten somewhat used to having more choices than time… and while I'm known to indulge my femdom appetites as I please, as a dominatrix I'm also of course known for my own self discipline. That fat titted latex school girl would have to wait. No, tonight it would be the sissy whore I was selling that got fucked… while I got paid (continued - forced sissy stories).
 
Domina Amanda
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