"My own darkest fantasies almost always revolve around forced femdom stories…
The ruthless exploitation of a slave for only my own selfish desires…
Extreme rope bondage and rough sex… with liberal application of the whip…
Breaking the slave down into a nameless sexual object - Bondage Sex"

(By: Domina Amanda) Devoted readers of my femdom diary know that I regularly post free erotic audio clips to tease all of my devoted boys and girls… but what some of you may not know, is that I also write much longer sex stories for the Mistress Always Wins website. As an introduction to this wonderfully naughty place, I've decided to share something I'm sure you will all enjoy.
 
The following is an erotic tease based on one of the audio sex stories I already have listed on Mistress Always Wins. It's taken from a four part forced femdom scene that has a running time of over 15 minutes. Mixing public humiliation with forced bi cock sucking and bondage sex, it‘s a tale of innocence lost, and new talents found ~laughs~
 

 
You can't say I didn't tell you cock sucking was in your future. I told you someday I was going to make you blow a fat dick, and then take it up your ass… and you still kept crawling back to me for more. Well, now that day has come. But I don't want to keep your forced bi initiation all to myself… I've invited some dominatrix friends to come watch your awakening. And it won't be just you… the stud I’ve selected is new to this also. My guests want a bondage sex show though, so before you lose your anal virginity, you'll be tied up tight.
 
And to hear the rest of this forced femdom erotic audio, and listen to a wide variety of other sex stories, click the link below -
 

 
Mistress Always Wins offers one of the largest collections of erotic audio sex stories, custom female domination ringtones, illustrated femdom stories, and more, that a hard cocked pervert could ever hope for… all dominatrix written and recorded. The themes presented cover the full spectrum of femdom BDSM, from sensual cock teases and step-by-step sissy training, to forced femdom and bondage sex scenes.
 

Domina Amanda
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"I think men look so much better when they are stripped naked, in rope or chains…
The air around them fills with the scent of helplessness and vulnerability…
Such a beautiful way to start any femdom session…
Perfect for extreme bondage sex, but also for other surprises - Forced Bi"

"Femdom stories in general all hold a common theme…
That of complete female superiority and domination…
Regardless of if the setting is sexual or not, the person in control is obvious…
Giantess stories are one example of the fetish fantasy sub-genre of this form…
 But tales of female dominance are more often set in reality - Femdom Stories"

(By: Domina Amanda) And now the final chapter in my Giantess Trilogy, seen now through the actions and motivations of Giantess Amanda. While this concludes the current sequence, in the future I will be posting more giantess stories, amongst the many other femdom stories and fetish themes I already enjoy exploring.
 

 
Part III - The Goddess of the Hunt
 
It was only natural that each of the beautiful Amazonian goddesses that ruled Giantess Island, would have their own personal preferences when it came to how they enjoyed their little male pets.
 
For the one they called The Huntress… that preference was a deadly game of cat and mouse.
 
It was because of her that the pets weren't well caged when not in use. "Let them escape," she would say, "they will fast learn the error of that decision." The older ones had done just that… they knew there was no escape… and with each new group that was added to their number, there was always at least one that would serve as a new example of just how complete their captivity was.
 
She could always tell which one would run… and she'd smile to herself every time, watching quietly as he would sneak off in the dark of night, thinking himself so crafty in his planning. And then she would wait. Letting him get a good head start before she set out after him, to try to make the inevitable a little more interesting.
 
Her heightened senses made it nearly impossible for her prey to escape… the mysterious effects of Giantess Island had not only made she and her sisters gigantic in size, it had also improved all of the other gifts nature had naturally bestowed upon them as females. So even when a little male mouse was smart enough to go to ground and hide, it would only serve to lengthen her enjoyment of the hunt… but the outcome remained the same.
 
Often while she was stalking her prey she would think of delightful ways to end the game. Would she kill him outright, and if so how? Would she toy with him more when he was in her hands… torment him terribly until his sanity cracked and he was left little more than a drooling bug to be put out of its misery? Or would she, in those rare cases, let him go to be hunted again?
 
Those rare exceptions were only made for the most intelligent of prey… those that she could enjoy more than once, who provided not only good sport, but a chance to further develop her skills against their ingenuity.
 
But this one… this foolish little mouse that the sweetly devoted new pet called Heller said was named "Kale"… he wasn’t one of those rare exceptions.
 
When Giantess Amanda… who the pets rightfully worshipped as "The Goddess of the Hunt"… found him, she simply took him to a branch high in a tree that she had stripped and sharpened… and impaled him on it… ramming his ass down to leave him there screaming as his body weight slowly forced the wood deeper into him.
 
She smiled as she imagined what the birds would do to him when he was found… and wondered if he would still be alive to welcome them with renewed screams.
 

Giantess Amanda
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"I'm not always so rough with my playthings…
But when female superiority is taken to such an extreme as Giantess Island…
It's very easy to become tyrannical in one's hedonism…
But then again… the definition of tyrannical is in the eye of the beholder…
What one might call ruthless and selfish, I see as the right of a Femdom Goddess…
To do however she pleases with insignificant male slaves - Giantess Stories"
 

"There are many femdom stories to be told of Giantess Island…
And while many men see this land of absolute female superiority as nightmare…
There are a few who understand the glory of the supreme beings who rule it…
And seek to serve their divine beauty and unquestioned will - Giantess Stories"

(By: Domina Amanda) This next installment of the Giantess Trilogy is told from the perspective of "Heller", companion of "Kale", and one of only two survivors of the group which so recently found themselves trapped on Giantess Island. Heller has quite a different opinion of his surroundings…
 

 
Part II - The Divine
 
My life has grown to meaning and fulfillment I never thought possible. All the years lost in a world of anonymous routine… and yet it was in becoming truly lost that I was finally found.
 
When the plane crashed I thought it was the worst thing that had ever happened to me. Another tragedy in a life full of "almosts" and failures, but this one beyond all else. Again, not my fault, but again, Mark Heller left alive to suffer it. I would have never guessed that fate had delivered me not into doom, but the hands of salvation.
 
It was on the second day that she came. We heard her approach… graceful, fluid, yet the ground still shook with her steps. When we saw her I think shock struck so deep that it alone was the reason we didn't run. Califf couldn't if he wanted to… both of his legs had broken when the plane went down. When she picked him up he screamed. When she threw him far away above the trees his screams followed him in his flight. She said he was useless.
 
At first I was as shocked as Kale. When he began screaming I joined in. But it was when she carried us back to her camp, and I saw her sisters and the men that served them, that I first began to realize the truth. It was impossible for beautiful creatures like these to exist upon the earth… for them to exist they must defy nature itself… and to do that they must be beyond nature, and thus divine. When I saw their male servants drop to their knees in worship before the evening meal, I knew I was right. I was in a land not of giants, but of goddesses. Never in my life have I felt a greater sense of complete understanding and purpose than at that moment. I finally knew who I was and where I belonged… and nothing would ever make me leave.
 
Kale, my sole remaining companion from the flight, called me insane… but I am not mad…and though I felt anger towards him for his doubt, I looked upon him only in pity. How lost he was, and how sorry I was that he didn't understand the glory that stood before him… the blessing that the accident which brought us here truly was.
 
Merin and Taril were not worthy of this place, not worthy to look upon the beauty of the glorious beings that rule this island… that is why they died in the accident.
 
Califf was rejected… Giantess Amanda looked down upon him, and he was found wanting. What use could he be in their service? He had no place here. It was her right to destroy him… who are we to question the decisions of the divine!
 
In the dark of night, Kale ran away. And as he left I immediately went to Giantess Amanda and told her what he had done. She smiled down at me… smiled… and said she already knew. How foolish of me to think that the Goddess of the Hunt would need a mortal to tell her anything… but she still touched my head gently and said I was good.
 
My days are spent now in the service of these wonders… these beauties of perfection. Words cannot describe the happiness I have found here. They well know how to reward those whose devotion is absolute, while those who disappoint are rightfully and horribly punished for their failure. I have known only reward… and I will never disappoint, for my life now is only joy in service.
 
And to think… I hesitated.
 
Continued in Part III - Giantess Stories - Goddess of the Hunt

Giantess Amanda
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"How could that tiny cock possibly satisfy a beautiful amazon goddess?
The only way a fifty foot tall giantess could use your body for her pleasure…
Is if she used your entire body as a cruel femdom sex toy…
But then, would you survive such rough treatment? - Giantess Stories"
 

"Giantess fetish is an interesting form of fantasy femdom…
Taking the idea of female superiority to a most absolute form…
In which male submission and helplessness is pushed to the extreme…
It is often enjoyed through femdom stories, art and phone sex - Giantess Stories"

(By: Domina Amanda) The following is the first part of a series of giantess stories I wrote some time ago, that are set on the infamous Giantess Island - a lost tropical land dominated by beautiful women who rule their domain with a terrible iron fist… a fist that is attached to a fifty foot tall female body. There, women are supreme, and men are nothing more than prey.
 
This first set of giantess stories was written as an introduction to Giantess Amanda, one of the most feared goddesses prowling that land. Also known as "The Huntress" and "Goddess of the Hunt", she is a cold and relentless predator… the perfect embodiment of myself as I stalk Giantess Island.
 
This first chapter of our femdom story is told from the perspective of a man who has found himself cast upon the shores of our land…
 

 
Part I - The Huntress
 
My eyes opened to a world of green and blue… morning? I must have passed out sometime in the night, dazed and lost amongst the trees that surrounded me. The sky visible through the jungle canopy above, my vision a mix of shadow and painful light… eyes adjusting, I sat up and tried to gain some sense of all that had happened since the plane crashed on this insane island. Could any of this truly be real? More than a moment considering the possibilities sent my mind reeling in disbelief. Had I died and entered some bizarre other world, or was that sudden, violent storm that brought the plane crashing down, much more than it seemed…
 
It had been 4 days since our trip came to an abrupt end. I say "our" but that word no longer applies. Of the 5 of us, only 3 survived the crash, and of those, only myself and Heller made it through the second day. Califf had been injured and though his wounds weren't bad enough to kill him… they were bad enough to get him killed. "Broken," she said, and she threw him away… threw him! I still can’t believe what happened… I can't believe any of this.
 
And Heller!… what was he thinking… he wanted to stay!!!
 
I would never have gotten away without the old man's help. He laughed at me… said he never had the courage to try… few did he said… most either obeyed their owners… or came to worship them. Like Heller.
 
"Stick to the trees and especially the brush… avoid clearings and hillsides… let the night cloak you, but be wary of the day"… I remembered his advice well. "Amanda will find you if you make the slightest mistake… and probably will even if you don't. She always finds them… always… even when you think you are fooling her its you the fool. She plays… she enjoys herself… and when she gets bored of the game… then she plays hard."
 
I ran that night… Heller wouldn't leave… "but they are so beautiful," he said in a whisper coated in awe and adoration… "They killed Califf," I would have yelled it at him, but I crouched there in shock, staring at the enamored look in his face… his mind must have gone… what else could explain it.
 
In the darkness I moved as fast as I could. It was easy to get out of the camp… too easy… as if they were tempting us to run away… even wanted us to try. That was what the old man meant… it must be… but how could I just stay?!? How could this be real!?!
 
Amazons!?! The image that word conjures can’t define the enormity of reality. All is insignificant in comparison… as am I. I must escape… but how does one escape the hand of a goddess risen?
 
I didn't even know where to run, and I don't now…only that I had to get away. Only that she… the one they called "The Huntress" was pursing me, and if the talk I had heard was true, my chances of escape were slim. Where could I go… where could I hide… what is tha-…
 
No!!… it's her… Giantess Amanda… I can see her now, towering above the trees… how could a fifty foot tall woman have gotten so close without a sound!… How!?!… I must run… she comes!!
 
Continued in Part II - Giantess Stories - The Divine

Giantess Amanda
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"When your fist can close around the entire body of a man…
The expression 'she holds the power of life and death in her hands' takes a very literal form…
And when you can wield this power over all others, absolutely unopposed…
What are mere men, other than slaves and pets to do with as you please - Giantess Stories"
 

"Those who don’t understand chastity might think that femdom stories…
Involving that theme are strictly about orgasm denial, but they are wrong…
While that is the central point, these stories are highly sexual…
Leading to a climax that is as intense as that which the slave finally has - Male Chastity"

(By: Domina Amanda - continuing from - Femdom Stories) Like I was saying… for the most part, this girl was quiet, with a beautifully innocent manner to her… at least when she was in her chastity belt. But when that belt came off, and she was put in a sexual situation, the innocent reserve quickly gave way to the female sex slave, as she lost herself in whatever form of domination sex she was to be used for.
 
The longer she was held in orgasm denial, locked away in her chastity belt without any sexual release… the more intense and mindlessly driven she would be when finally given the chance to be fucked. The clash between the otherwise innocent, and almost shy appearance of the female slave, with the animalistic abandon she would lose herself to when being femdom fucked, just made her all the more hot and enjoyable. A non-sexual thing during her term of chastity belt enforced orgasm denial… transformed into a wet slut of a female sex slave when she was spread open for use.
 
I kept her for the better part of a year this way… the same chastity routine right along and her very happy with it. Sometimes I would intentionally skip the assessment at the end of the two week cycle or orgasm denial, saying nothing to her about it at all… leaving her silently wondering as I went on as if it were any other day. I would see the disappointment on her face and try to keep from smiling… but I would also see how much more aroused this silent denial would make her - her breathing would shift and she'd squirm at the slightest touch - and that just turned me on terribly ~laughs~. Maybe a day or two later I would unexpectedly take her chastity belt off of her and decide her fate right there… but more often I would have her go another two weeks in absolute orgasm denial, with nothing said about it at all.
 
This dominatrix / slave relationship went up until a female friend of mine who had many a time been involved in the "reward night" asked me if she could have her. That might sound odd to some of you but the whole lesbian domination crowd is its own thing, and since I thought they would make a beautiful pair I "sold" her then, passing ownership of her key. I know my sad eyed chastity slave was attracted to my friend… but I don't know if she wanted to be given to her. I didn't consider her thoughts in me leaving her. I didn't think about it either way, especially not back then (I looked at things somewhat differently at that time - I was quite young)… I enjoyed the relationship while I wanted it, and it was time for me to move on. I was pretty certain she would be happy where I sent her, but she was a property either way - a chastity slave, a female sex slave, just an object - and it wasn't her choice. (other Femdom Stories here)

Domina Amanda
Chastity Belt Phone Sex - 1-800-356-6169
 

"Even without the direct sexual contact, long term orgasm denial is exceptionally fun…
For the dominatrix sadist… and in reality, is highly sexually charged at all times…
One doesn’t need to being having sex or in a femdom session to enjoy such things…
Orgasm denial, while denying the slave sex, is very sexual - Femdom Stories"

"Male chastity, and the employment of devices such as the cock cage and chastity belt…
Are not just excellent means of sexual domination and manipulation…
Their use also builds up an intense need in the subject, and growing desperation…
That when finally exploited, feeds the femdom sadist wonderfully - Female Domination Sex"

(By: Domina Amanda - continuing from - Femdom Stories) I left off telling you about how I first met this lesbian chastity slave that I owned when I was a teenager, and her first taste of domination sex as my property.
 
So after that night in the BDSM club… first thing we did the next day was purchase a good quality metal chastity belt for her… something that would have a more solid and restricting feel to it than the leather one she had been wearing, and one that she could also have on for longer periods of time. I didn't know as many people in the femdom community back then as I do now, so it wasn’t a custom piece, but it fit her well and we both liked how it looked on her.
 
I would lock her in her chastity belt for two week cycles. Then remove it on a regular schedule so she could bathe herself and properly clean the device, but it would go back on again within a half hour of its removal. This pattern would continue until the two weeks were up, when I would take it off of her for a few hours that day. At this time I would assess her overall performance (not just in terms of chastity but as a female slave in general) and decide if she should be rewarded with sex.
 
If the answer was yes, then I might do something like take her to a lesbian bar on Houston we used to frequent, where we would meet some female friends… her being allowed to come and quietly serve us throughout the evening… all the while knowing what was in store for her at the end of the night - chastity belt left off through this, so she would feel exposed and vulnerable, and fully conscious of being "usable".
 
Later on we would all leave together, and the group of us would go home and take turns fucking her with our mouths, fingers, dildos, strapons, etc. We would literally pass that little chastity slut around… grabbing her by her hair, or pulling her by nipples, pussy, or a finger shoved deep inside her… forcing her face between each others legs, or backing her ass down onto a strapon. As innocent and quiet as she would normally be with her chastity belt on, she would let loose totally while we were all gang fucking her… a pure female sex slave, begging for more, and crawling around trying to find things to suck and fuck. Usually it would be a good four to six hours of lesbian domination sex, with her totally exhausted at the end (a female doesn't have to worry about "down time" ~laughs~).
 
After we were done with her, the chastity belt would go back on for another two week cycle… and she would be sent home after she had eaten every one of us to orgasm a last time (while I am telling femdom stories I should describe one of those nights in detail sometime, or maybe write a femdom audio in that vein ~grinz~. The only way to have sex is with a heavy dose of rough female domination).
 
If the answer to whether or not she could have sex was no, then I would either send her home with absolutely nothing… whip her and then send her home… or take her out with us anyway, only this time her chastity belt would stay on through the night, and she would have to perform for us all while getting absolutely nothing except a continuous face full of delicious wet pussy all night long… while her own soaking wet slit remained locked away, intentionally neglected. We'd slip our fingers down to tease her asshole for all too brief moments just to make the torture all the worse ~laughs~… and savage her nipples near constantly, but not enough to chance her cumming from it. One sided lesbian domination sex that would leave her squirming, with eyes full of need. (Femdom Stories - click to continue reading)

Domina Amanda
Male Chastity Phone Sex - 1-800-356-6169
 

"I remember a time I took this little chastity slave with me to a private femdom party…
She begged me to take her belt off so she could perform for those present…
I let her squat down on the tip of my friend’s black boot, pushing it into her pussy…
And then that female sex slave would ride it to orgasm in front of us all - Femdom Stories"

"I enjoy telling femdom stories about naughty little sluts in need of punishment…
Eager assholes, spread wide and aching for deep femdom strapon attention…
Dirty boys who need a chastity belt to keep them from touching themselves all day…
And all the other wonderful options that present themselves for a dominatrix to enjoy - Female Domination"

(By: Domina Amanda - continuing from - Femdom Stories) I was telling you all about this beautiful young chastity slut I owned a few years ago… the one with such amazingly expressive eyes…
 
The chastity belt was actually her idea in the beginning. It was a fetish she'd explored before but she was looking for someone truly uncompromising who would set her into a very structured routine that would not be broken. As a lesbian submissive, she loved idea of female domination and sought out the more dedicated portions of the BDSM community… deciding to look for a dominatrix to submit to, one more seriously involved in femdom, and one not so much looking for a slave-girlfriend style relationship but something much closer to the sort of chastity slavery she hoped for.
 
The night we first met (NYC, at more of a femdom BDSM themed club than an actual placed dedicated to that - it was a nightclub with a goth-fetish-BDSM style atmosphere… not purely lesbian femdom, but more girl and gay friendly than open to the general public. A lot of my older femdom stories begin in places like this ~laughs~ I was never home at night), we were both immediately attracted to one another - me seeing her for the first time, but her having been interested in me for a few weeks already. When it was obvious that we were hitting it off, she asked me to come into a bathroom stall with her. There she pulled up the long skirt she was wearing and showed me the chastity belt she had on - a simple, comfortable leather one.
 
She looked me in the eyes - one of the only times she ever did such without command (this was that important to her and she very much wanted me to be the person she hoped I was) - and explained that she was looking for a controlling, dominant woman truly serious about female domination, who would be willing to take her on as a chastity slave… that she had seen me before, inquired with friends and sought me out with the hope of being able to offer herself to me if things felt right. She admitted to having been masturbating to the thought of me often during the past week, and had put her chastity belt on tonight just to make a proper introduction (even when not under the ownership of a key holder, she often wore a chastity belt - she loved the feel of them). But she promised not to fantasize about me anymore without permission, even if I rejected her (she loved masturbation as performance, especially in a femdom setting - she wanted to do it in front of others, to my commands… for me alone in whatever manner I desired, or on the floor in front of a group of people… these were her two favorite ways… and when she really got going, her pussy would start squirting when she came).
 
When she was done with her plea, she lowered her eyes and stood there quietly. I smiled… took her face in my hands… and kissed her very deeply. I then pushed her down on her knees… unzipped my jeans… pulled her face into my pussy… and had her bring me to orgasm right there. When she was done, I looked down at her and told her I would be her key holder, beginning this very moment… that we would be getting a new chastity belt for her that weekend… and that when it was on her I would explain the expectations of her new life with me as my slave. (Femdom Stories - click to continue reading)

Domina Amanda
Male Chastity Phone Sex - 1-800-356-6169
 

"In terms of femdom BDSM, I like playing with both men and women in many different ways…
The same holds true of having female domination sex with them… alone of in groups…
I also like to forced my slaves to have sex with one another… me as dominatrix director…
Chastity though, while I think it appropriate for all slaves, is a necessity for the male…
It’s a fundamental part of proper slave training that I regularly employ - Femdom Stories"

"I know you get turned on by femdom stories of lesbian domination…

You greedy slave boys enjoy a submissive slut being used by a ruthless dominatrix…

Almost as much as you love being under the heel of that cruel dominant female yourself.

And who knows, it's not like I don't enjoy corrupting a virgin through lesbian forced bi…

The look in her eyes as her first big cock hangs in front of her face…

And I order her to take it into her mouth, as I remove her chastity belt - Femdom Phone Sex"

(By: Domina Amanda) Femdom stories to tell… let's see… how about a chastity slave girl I owned for a while, back when I was 18…
 
The first time I ever played seriously with chastity in a femdom relationship sense, was when I was still a teenager, and it was with a girl who was just a couple years older than me… she was about 20 at the time. Tall, and slim… sort of gangly with long legs and curly chestnut brown hair that rolled down around her face over her shoulders. Very soft eyes… the kind that belong to someone who wants to be held in the complete control of another human being - gentle, easily hurt, full of the want to be found pleasing, a bit sad, but a very touching-beautiful for it. Quiet too… she spoke with her eyes and facial expressions more than anything… and she had this soft, endearing smile that held a shadow of sadness to it, or what gave that impression, even if she was completely happy.
 
She was so soft in so many ways… and pliable… that's probably the best way to describe her… very obedient and pliable. She knew how to do as she was told, without a moment of hesitation or question, regardless of the threat of any femdom punishment, chastity based or not (I loved spanking her… not only did her pussy get hot from it, but her expressions and noises would get me so damn wet). And when you'd pet her for doing good, this satisfaction would come over those big eyes and radiate from her… making you want to pet and hold her more.
 
She was lesbian… not bisexual at all… and felt most comfortable in very controlling relationships where as much of her life and schedule were dictated to her as possible. We didn't live together, but spent a good deal of time with each other… and when we were apart, the chastity belt I locked her in left her with no doubt as to who owned her (On a side note, I have to remember to tell some lesbian forced bi themed femdom stories in the future… girls that I've forced to be with men).
 
She wasn't the main person I was with at the time, which is part of why I didn't have her move in with me… she was just slave property whose company I enjoyed as such… and at this time I had begun my apprenticeship with the dominatrix I've mentioned here before, so that was the focus of my life then. I did at times I did bring her to work with me though - chastity belt on and proudly displayed of course ~grinz~. As it is, my recently begun femdom vocation was actually part of how this girl and I ended up involved - reputations carry fast in BDSM circles, and interest with them, or in other words, she heard about me, was intrigued, then saw me, and was caught ~laughs~. An obvious course of events often played out in my life - after all, I'm fucking hot, have an intense sexual appetite, and lesbian slave girls are oversexed sluts in general ~laughs~. (Femdom Stories - click to continue reading)

Domina Amanda
Male Chastity Phone Sex - 1-800-356-6169
 

"The kind of femdom stories I like to tell aren't pure fiction or fetish fantasy…

I'm an extrovert dominatrix with a hell of an ego ~laughs~, so I like to talk about myself…

And when I tell a story, it's taken from my own life… which trust me, is better than fiction - Femdom Stories"

"I love seeing a man stripped totally naked, left wearing only a chastity belt.

While the collar is a very obvious symbol of slavery and submission…

In its way, the chastity belt makes an equally strong statement, if not stronger - Orgasm Denial"

(Continuing from - Femdom Stories) I was last speaking of a male chastity slave I had when I was younger…
 
He was a man that had to be very confrontational, and very much in control in his life, particularly professionally. He was sexually submissive, and greatly aroused by female domination… but long term orgasm denial and the application of a chastity belt, changed his demeanor completely, even in the work setting. And this change was very noticeable to all around him, at times bordering on embarrassingly so (and I of course exploited this ~laughs~). The effect on his job is what really matters here, as things would grow uncomfortable for him around those he was supposed to manage, due to his inability to act in the dominant leader way he was expected to. He would sometimes beg me for release not in any sexual way, but just so he could feel more in control of himself at work, because he had trouble functioning on the level he needed to in order to succeed.
 
Now, in femdom stories like this, such behaviors aren't surprising… long term orgasm denial has this effect on pretty much all slaves to some degree, especially when coupled with a chastity belt - you just feel your slavery all the more in this condition and in an ever present way. But with him, it went to another level, and as days of orgasm denial turned into weeks, his submission seemed to almost crush him. He would become more and more deferential around everyone, to a point where people would inquire as to what had happened to him. And of course, as this deepened, I would intentionally set him up for abuse and male humiliation at work and elsewhere.
 
When I would decide to finally release him from his term of orgasm denial, I would usually go to his job dressed in a very classy, slightly severe style that hinted strongly at fetish and dominatrix… unlock his chastity belt, make him drop his pants and cum all over his desk. He would then have to lick it up, and I would walk out of his office with the chastity belt in hand for all to see.
 
If he had done anything at all to piss me off, or if I just felt like it… I would show up at his job and make him follow me out of his office, head down, to the male bathrooms - chastity belt removed and carried by me like before. There he would have to kneel down in a stall and jerk off with me standing behind him, stall door open. When he was ready to orgasm he would have to beg me for release, which I didn't always give. If allowed, he would cum all over the toilet seat and have to lick it all up. If any went on the floor or in the water, that got sucked up too.
 
Often he would become desperate before a particularly important business meeting… which would result in a trip to the bathrooms as described above. If I felt his term of orgasm denial had not been long enough, but his request for release from the chastity belt necessary due to the degree of importance of the meeting (he had others in his department dependent upon him for the jobs), then his cum would all be shot into the bowl after I had pissed in it… followed by his head as he made sure none of his load got flushed. For extra fun I'd bring a stopwatch and give him a limited amount of time to suck up and swallow all the cum floating in the piss water toilet bowl… if time ran out the chastity belt went back on and he would be out of luck for the meeting.

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