(Femdom CBT Stories - By: Domina Amanda) Continuing…
 
When I first met this girl I knew there was a slut buried not that far down inside of her. A very aggressive young slut with a taste for hurting men that had yet to be explored.
 
Given the chance and the right encouragement… her darkest sexual fantasies would flood out… all over whatever helpless slave boy that had been thrown to her.
 
When I had presented her with her tightly bound and widely spread present, she had started off somewhat timid, but that didn’t last long. Now she was on all fours, her head buried between the legs of the bondage slave, her teeth clamped down on his balls, ripping and pulling, while her wet pussy waved in my face.
 
I knew she wanted me to play with her more, but I had my eyes on something else.
 
She was literally savaging the slave boy’s balls… almost like a wild animal attacking something with it’s teeth. She’d started with just biting his scrotum… but the lovely eruption of pain that brought from the slave encouraged her to do more. Now she was biting down on the balls themselves, sucking them one at a time into her mouth, grinding them in turn. Tied and gagged as he was, the slave was totally helpless… not only couldn’t he move, he couldn’t even scream for mercy or help. I knew this boy loved ballbusting and CBT but I wondered how much more this was than he anticipated… wondered, but didn’t care. The show was excellent, and that was all that mattered.
 
She was obviously loving this - her wet pussy and sadistic abandon made that very clear.
 
He was suffering terribly… but he was a bondage slave, a pain slut, and that’s what they exist for.
 
And while I had so far left him to her fun… I was getting in the mood to take a more direct part in the festivities.
 
When she flipped onto her back, lifting her face straight up to suck both of his balls into her mouth and the not-so-tender embrace of her teeth… I knew what I wanted to do next.
 
As I looked at them, it struck me… how lonely and needy his asshole was. The positions they were both now in, mixed with how she was handling his testicles, left his ass ripe for attention.
 
I had a number of toys waiting for possible use on a table… amongst them were two strapon cocks. I walked over and slowly put one on… adjusting the straps until the thick 9” shaft hung in front of me, nice and snug.
 
Read the next chapter when this link is active - ballbusting
 
Domina Amanda
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(By: Domina Amanda) So I was talking to a neighbor yesterday about female domination. She's not involved with BDSM, but she is bisexual, so she's pretty open minded when it comes to sex. I just met her recently but when you've been around all this stuff as much as me, you can tell right away who is adventurous and who is not. A short cut hair, really low riding tight jeans, cut off t-shirt, just out of college girl who enjoyed herself a lot in the dorm rooms ~grinz~. A real flirty cocktease with with very playful eyes.
 
She thought lesbian domination was really hot. She asked me all of these questions about things I've done with other girls, and what's it like owning another woman. She wasn't interested in heavier forms of domination when it came to girls… more soft BDSM, female slavery, bondage in the bedroom, things like that.
 
But when we stared talking about men and things you can do to them, that's when she changed ~laughs~.
 
You see, with lesbian domination she saw it more as hot sex with her in control. Soft and beautiful, slowly getting more and more intense. A mix of submission and light bondage, and often stuff in that vein that.
 
But with men… that's when the sadistic smile lit up her eyes ~laughs~. She wanted to know all about all the horrible things I've done to them. She was especially fascinated with strapon sex, and wanted to see my whip collection. Doesn't surprise me at all. Many bisexual girls who tend towards domination in their lesbian encounters, seem to be really into the idea of using a strapon on a male slave. There's just something naturally dark inside of them that I love - I know because I have the same thing in me ~smiles~.
 
I think it's because some are intrigued by what it would be like to be a guy during sex. Not saying they want to actually be male, but there's something very empowering about penetrating someone. When you're with another girl, that feeling is there. But when you put the guy in the normally female position of being penetrated, and take up the cock yourself… yeah, that kind of control feels excellent.
 
Anyway, I've decided I'm going to corrupt her. I didn't say that to her, but it's going to happen.
 
She knows I'm only out here visiting, but she asked if we could hang out some time. I said sure, but what I'm going to do is take her with me when I go play with some male sex slave. I won't tell her at all what I plan, I'll just surprise her with it. Then I'll get her involved ~smiles~.
 
More about my hot young neighbor here - a lesson for the rude
 
Domina Amanda
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(Free Erotic Audio - By: Domina Amanda) Avid readers already know that I love strapon sex. Male or female, I love putting on a big, thick cock and shoving it as far inside of a slave as I can. As far and as fast as possible. Forced anal sex is my preference, but a nice wet pussy can be very nice too.
 
I've been writing a lot about this recently… because I do a lot of it in real life ~laughs~. This is a femdom diary after all, so if I'm shoving some foot long rubber cock up a slave boy's helpless tight bottom, you're all going to hear about it (well, assuming I can get to it what with everything and everyone else I do ~grinz~).
 
I know you guy's love to read about my femdom strapon fun (and girls too)… but I know that you'd love to hear me talk about it even more. With that in mind, I recorded the following just for you…
 

 
And I wasn't joking when I said that. I was in a really worked up mood when I did this hot little audio. I was sitting there wearing a strapon, slowly stroking it as I spoke. The scenario was a mix of past bondage sex experiences, blending together into a moment's fantasy. When I was done making the audio, I took the harness off, then turned it around and used it on myself ~grinz so nice~.
 
(BTW… I mentioned above how girls read my femdom diary too. Turns out I've got a sizeable female audience, and I friggin' love it. I should post some of the things these girls send to me… it would drive you guys wild to hear how dirty women talk to one another.
 
And speaking a moment about lesbian domination ~laughs~… I've got my eye on this hot redhead Mistress I've been talking to. Something about her lips and smile in this picture puts these really nasty good thoughts in my mind… oh, what I would do to her… ~grinz evil~).
 
Domina Amanda
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(By: Domina Amanda) Ever wonder what a femdom session with me might really be like? One where I used you for my own pleasure, enjoying your body every single way I wanted? I decided to create an erotic audio based on that idea - a tease that just hints at my extreme tastes in female domination.
 

 
While I love the cruel sort of attention that a leather whip is capable of dealing, to me it is also a wonderfully beautiful thing. Not just a method of femdom punishment, or a symbol of cold discipline… but a source of extreme arousal that can come in gentle caresses or flashes of lightning.
 
But when it comes to female domination and BDSM, there are just so many different things I enjoy. The leather whip is a beloved friend, but not my only playmate. If you really want to know about bondage sex with Domina Amanda, this femdom audio is only going to feed your fantasies and leave you wanting more… call the domination phone sex number below and we can pick up where this leaves off.
 
This free erotic audio has been posted to the public section of the Cock Control Forum, which means you don't need to have a registered account to listen to it. There are hundreds more audio sex stories to be found on this site, including more graphic scenes of extreme bondage and femdom punishment posted in its private areas. And when you're ready to stop listening to erotic audio clips and start talking to a real dominatrix… call the number below.
 
Domina Amanda
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(By: Domina Amanda - continuing from femdom strapon) No wasting time on an introduction… I'm picking up right where we last left off in this bondage sex scene. If you aren't caught up with things follow the links back… or start at the beginning - "Bondage Sex and an Unexpected Interruption".
 
Part XI
 
As I strapon fucked the ass of my male sex slave, my hands squeezed and pulled his cock and balls to the same rhythm as my thrusts. One hand crushed his sack, while the other twisted and yanked his fully erect dick. His cries matched my cruel femdom attentions perfectly, so much so that I had no idea which action was causing him to cry out the most - the CBT or the strapon… and I didn’t care so long as he continued to sing so beautifully for me.
 
Every so often one leather gloved hand would give a particularly long squeeze or pull, which would cause his body to uncontrollably convulse as he tried to escape the brutal torture… and then my teeth would bite down hard on his back, digging into his flesh to cause him to scream. And it was so damn good… shit like that gets me so wet. I had to pace myself just to keep from cumming too quickly… I wanted to build this orgasm up, and if I let myself just tear fully into him recklessly I knew I would erupt quickly and I didn’t want that yet… no matter how much I wanted to let loose on him.
 
The thrusts of my strapon were short and deep… pulling out only an inch or two, then slamming back down hard… and my clit loved every second of it. The fullness of his balls and throbbing of his cock told me that for all his cries he was loving every second of it too. He had wanted a cruel femdom strapon session, one where he would be used thoroughly for my pleasure… and I don't have anal sex any other way.
 
My domination phone sex caller was still there, listening to everything that was happening… shocked and excited, and hardly speechless. I had told him what his punishment for "peeping" would be, and he knew that would only be the start of his torture. As he listened to the cruel femdom use of my male sex slave… listened in on what I was really doing to someone who was physically with me… I knew he was having the fetish time of his life ~laughs~. He couldn't stop babbling about how he was next… until I finally yelled back, "you're damn right you're next… and it won’t be gentle like what I'm doing now." That knocked him into dead silence for a good minute ~laughs~.
 
I was working my male sex slave so hard that he could barely voice a plea to be allowed to cum. I had known the cock and ball torture he was receiving would probably bring him to orgasm, but I was doing it more for the benefit of my own. I told him no… which received a desperate reply from him as he told me he didn’t think he could hold it in. So I began to work his cock more so it would be impossible for him to hold back, then as his dick began to spasm, I closed my fist tight on the shaft, trapping all that cum inside and leaving him with a nasty ruined orgasm that only made me enjoy myself all the more.
 
When he was done, I laughed at him throwing his wasted cock from my hand. I had shifted the pace of my strapon thrusts when he first began to beg, but now I returned to them fully. Forced anal sex just the way I like it - me driving my strapon as hard as I can. That slight lull had been perfect… it let me pace myself more while feeding my own sadistic arousal wonderfully. Everyone was going to be ignored now… it was my turn to cum (continued - femdom stories).
 
Domina Amanda
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(By: Domina Amanda - continuing from anal orgasm) By now, my domination phone sex caller was jerking his cock sore as he continued to "peep" on my forced femdom session through the speaker phone. At this point I wasn't even thinking of him… I knew full well he was having the time of his life just listening to what was happening… but I didn't care either way. Consumed by my own sadistic arousal, the only thought on my mind was how deep I could force my strapon up the ass of my bondage sex slave.
 
Part IX
 
I stood there giving my rubber cock long, slow strokes as I watched him… hanging in front of me by his wrists… his legs tied wide apart… the marks of my leather whip still clear along the length of his body. Taking a firm grip of my strapon I forced it back on my clit, grinding it down hard as my eyes locked on his tight ass. I knew he wanted it badly. Ever since I had given him his first anal orgasm, dreams of our next femdom strapon session had dominated his fantasies. I had denied him even conversation on the subject until now. But as much as I enjoyed seeing him moan and convulse from a deep anal orgasm, my own pussy was so wet that the only orgasm I cared about was my own.
 
I walked slowly to him, still jerking my strapon cock with one hand as I reached out the other to let my fingers softly run down his back. The welts my leather whip had raised were still prominent, and their touch sent a delicious wave through my body. I smiled, closed my eyes, and breathed him in deeply… leaning forward to run my tongue along one of the raised red lines that crossed his shoulder blades. I gave one a cruel bite, pulling the skin up with my teeth and gnawing at it until he started to struggle against me and those lovely sounds of pain once again broke from his lips.
 
Standing close behind him, I put my strapon between his legs, letting it push up against his ass and balls. Then I reached around and took hold of his cock… squeezing at the base and moving up towards the head, forcing out the residual cum that had been slowly leaking out of him since his first orgasm. I took this and wiped it on the tip of my strapon, using a single finger to slowly coat the entire head. Then my leather gloved hands took firm hold of his ass and spread his cheeks wide.
 
"Oh, yes… please Domina Amanda… please", he whispered as he felt the tip of my strapon press against his tight hole. Though I said nothing, my domination phone sex caller did respond with a whisper of his own, "Oh my god, she's going to fuck his ass with that huge strapon cock," his voice fast and excited at the forced femdom images that were filling his mind.
 
My bondage sex slave shifted towards me, arching his back, trying to offer up his ass to the rubber cock that was about to violate it. Dropping my knees slightly, I pushed up into him, forcing the head of the strapon against his tight hole. It resisted only a moment, and then swallowed the entire head in one rush as I lifted up and forced my cock through the small opening. My hands quickly moved to his hips, and I dug my fingers into his flesh getting a firm grip… pulling him back towards me as I forced myself deeper into his ass. He cried out when I first entered, and then gave a longer cry as I drove inside of him (continued - femdom strapon).
 
Domina Amanda
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(By: Domina Amanda - continuing from ballbusting) Part VIII - Like I said earlier, I had only intended to write a few posts about this bondage sex session, planning to share the general details with you all because they were just too damn good not to. But telling your own femdom stories has a way of making you relive what it is you experienced, by bringing back all of those wonderfully cruel memories as you write ~grinz~. And so, in my own enjoyment of the telling, my stories have a tendency to shift in tone and length, as I'm sure you appreciate. If you can’t be doing what I am, at least you can enjoy my femdom stories and dream. My life so fucking kicks ass ~laughs~.
 
When I left off last, my bondage sex slave was suffering a particularly brutal ballbusting attack, while my domination phone sex caller had just had his second orgasm. And now we continue…
 
I gave him one last groinkick from behind. I had waited a good couple minutes in total silence before finally bringing my thigh high boot up sharply into his balls. Standing perfectly still, leaving both the slave before me, and the one listening in on the speaker phone in anxious suspense, I delivered this final ballbusting kick without a single noise to warn them. When the boot connected, and the bondage slave let out a broken grunt, my domination phone sex caller yelped with him.
 
By that time I couldn't resist any longer. My cock wanted to be inside of him so badly. I stood there watching him… jerking my strapon with long, hard strokes. No more smiles of sadistic joy… those had been replaced by an intensity that left me with only one thought in mind - I wanted to fuck his ass as deeply as I could. I had enjoyed the cruel femdom abuse of his flesh, but now I wanted to invade his body… a brutal strapon violation that would break what little of his will that might be left as I brought myself to orgasm.
 
The sight of my bondage sex slave hanging there by his wrists… completely broken down… was absolutely intoxicating. The savage femdom ballbusting I described in my last post had pushed my blood to boiling, and left that cruel need inside of me demanding so much more. I had used his ass before and knew that he could be brought to anal orgasm from a good strapon fuck, but my mind wasn’t on what I could do to him anymore… only how I could use him in my own desire to cum.
 

 
I had been dressed in tight leather since before our sexual torture session started. Long gloves, thigh high boots, tight fitting corset, and a full strapon harness with hanging 9" cock. I know I'm devastatingly hot in such clothes, and I wear them with all the power and beauty one would expect from a true dominatrix. When my bondage sex slave had first arrived at my door, I had commanded him to drop to his knees right there… door still open onto the street… and suck my strapon cock. I made him work it until he gagged from trying to get it down his throat… then I dug my fingers into his hair and fucked his face while he coughed and heaved, straining to obediently not move.
 
Now, well over an hour into the femdom session, my strapon was longing for the attention it deserved. Teased by his mouth, and then left to wait all this time as I enjoyed my cruel femdom torture of him, I knew that its patience was at an end. I could feel it rubbing against my clit as I stroked it… and I wanted to feel rubbing against my clit as I rode his ass.
 
And I knew he wanted it badly… that he had been dreaming of it. His last lesson in strapon domination had provoked a powerful anal orgasm that had left him shaking long after I was done with him. It was nothing like he had ever experienced before, and since then, he had often tried to bring the subject up. I ignored all his attempts, knowing full well the effect an anal orgasm has on a man after his first full experience with one. I wanted him anxious and longing for more… his need building to the point that he would be half way to orgasm just at the sight of my strapon. When I had ordered him to come to my house that night, and told him our femdom session would be a mix of cruel torture and bondage sex, he had whispered only one thing in reply - "thank you, Domina". Good boy.
 
And brutal femdom ballbusting doesn't do a damn thing to throw off a good anal orgasm. In fact it only heightens the effect for the masochist, so long as the line between euphoria and unconscious is watched ~laughs~ (continued - femdom stories).
 
Domina Amanda
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(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
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