(Femdom Strapon Stories - By: Domina Amanda) Here’s the next part in this series…
 
When we left off, my hot young neighbor had her face between the legs of our bound slave boy… his balls were in her mouth and her teeth were biting and pulling on his sack. Tied up tight, unable to move at all, with a ball gag muffling his screams… our ballbusting victim looked so wonderfully helpless. Spread like that, his ass just looked too good to resist… so while she continued to savage his cock and balls in a truly animalistic display of CBT… I slipped into a 9” strapon cock and readied myself for a good ass fucking.
 
Stepping up behind him, I spread my own legs wide so I could get my cock down to the level of his ass. With one hand I slapped his bottom hard, alerting him to where I was and what likely was to come. With the other, I shoved the top of a bottle of lube into his asshole and squeezed… I don’t always use lube with my pain sluts, but this one was probably hovering on the edge of unconsciousness as it is, considering the ballbusting my friend was performing with her mouth.
 
As I pulled the bottle out of his butt, some of the lube slipped out of his ass… dribbling down onto my friend’s neck. Something about that looked so very hot, so I paused a second to watch… then I pushed the tip of my strapon up against his asshole to plug the opening, sealing the rest of the lube inside. With the amount of lube I had dumped into his shitter, I knew that once my cock had popped inside, nothing else would slow it down. I wanted to blast his asshole with the entire length of my cock all in one hard thrust… from totally outside to completely inside in one split second.
 
Next half of this chapter will post tomorrow - male slave rape
 
Domina Amanda
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(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
 
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(Free Femdom Audio - By: Domina Amanda) As promised, I said I would be adding more chapters to my tale of forced abduction and sex slavery… and the next one is now here for you to enjoy.
 
In this episode, our helpless slave boy is on the verge of being sold. As more and more bids come in from the dominant ladies and shemales in the crowd… the human chattel’s vision spins as he tries to follow the faces of all those bidding on him… any one could win, and his wishes mean nothing to them.
 
His heart racing as that final moment fast approaches… his eyes meet those of a mysterious woman sitting alone in the shadows…
 

 
Part 6 is already completed and I will post a link to it here very soon. You can find the rest of the recordings in this series in the free erotic audio section of this blog.
 
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(Ballbusting Stories - By: Domina Amanda) So my neighbor had her hands on the cock and balls of the slave boy I had tied up for her… while I had my hands all over her wet pussy…
 
When she dropped forward onto her knees, she lifted her ass up so my fingers could penetrate her more easily… and of course I took total advantage of the position she was in. Slipping a third finger inside of her cunt I started to drill her harder, forcing her open with the intent of trying for a fourth.
 
She rocked back on my hands, fucking them as much as they were fucking her. I saw her hand stroking the slave boy’s cock faster now, unconsciously moving to match how the speed my fingers were working her pussy.
 
She quickly came, and when she did, I thought she was going to rip that slave stud’s ball sack right off his body.
 
As the orgasm ripped through her, her hands closed like a pair of vises on his cock and balls. Waves moved through her in convulsions that ran through her body right to his tightly twisted sack. She started yanking and pulling as she came, accenting each beautiful cry I forced out of her with a savage tug on his balls. Lost in the orgasm, she had no thought about what kind of ballbusting damage she might do to him… she just pumped her arm up and down, pulling harder and harder in her ecstasy.
 
Gagged as he was, I could still hear his screams… they mixed so wonderfully with the beautiful noises she was making, producing this sadistically hot duet whose memory still sends a lovely chill down my spine now.
 
I’ll tell you more about what happened soon… this link will be active when I post more - cock and ball torture
 
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(By: Domina Amanda) When we left off my hot young neighbor’s pussy was nice and wet, and she was just beginning to enjoy the bound, stripped slave boy I had brought for her…
 
The first couple of kicks she planted between his legs were clumsy… she was still really embarrassed and unsure of herself… but her excitement was fast taking over, and with it her kicks were becoming more focused. Her face lit up so beautifully as she started to let go and really enjoy herself… her laughter was wonderfully tinged with that cruel edge I love.
 
She stayed like this for only a few minutes… I thought she would stay back from him like that, just kicking and laughing for some time more… but not this girl. Full of surprises, this little slut. After a particularly savage ballbusting kick that planted the tip of her thigh high boot perfectly in the middle of his sack, she moved in on him, her hands greedily grabbing his huge cock.
 
Reaching from behind him, up between his legs, both of her hands wrapped around his long shaft and began twisting, squeezing, and pulling… and when she tried to yank it back under his ass, his head snapped around in agony. Her eyes went wide at this - she loved the reaction she was getting from him… loved feeling the control she had over her slave and the pain she could inflict as she pleased.
 
Releasing his cock, she squatted down behind him so her face was less then a foot from his ass. I could tell she was still amazed at how huge this stud slave was hung. Then she took his balls in her hands and quickly started twisting the sack around… feeding it from hand to hand until she couldn’t do it anymore. Then she closed both hands on the tight package and crushed what was trapped between them… I watched her clench her teeth as she did it, straining to squeeze as hard as she could, and I couldn’t help but start laughing at how fast she was letting herself go. The slave boy’s whole body was writhing uncontrollably in such wonderful agony.
 
She looked up at me with a smile on her face and asked, “Do you think he could cum like this… I mean, with his balls twisted so tight?”
 
“Try, if you want to know… he’s your slave boy.”
 
Her smile grew even wider as I said that, and then she went back to business. Her left hand kept hold of his balls, still trying to twist them tighter, while her right hand started stroking his shaft.
 
I wanted to play too… I couldn’t touch him though - he was for her, and if I started doing anything it would only make her feel second to me in this. I wanted her to build her confidence by letting her take him totally herself. But that didn’t mean I could play with her a little…
 
I moved in behind her, squatted down close so our bodies were pressed together, and put my hands between her legs… one pushing fingers inside of her, while the other moved around in front and played with her clit. She was soaking wet by now, and her pussy was so hot the feel of it made mine begin to throb.
 
I started to move my fingers in time with her hand… fucking her pussy to the same rhythm she was stroking that big slave boy cock. Her body was soon shaking against mine… then she fell forward on her knees and lifted her ass so I could better penetrate her…
 
More soon… it will be linked from here - femdom CBT
 
Domina Amanda
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(Femdom Stories - By: Domina Amanda) Continuing…
 
Like I said… I had no intention of starting things slow with her. I wanted to thrust my sexy young neighbor full into this. No training… no instruction. Just me pushing her forward to savage the bound slave boy I had prepared for her.
 
In a sense it would be me dominating both of them… he the victim, while she an instrument under my direction. She would appear the part of a dominatrix, but it would be my will that had control over her, with her eager to both enjoy the slave boy, and win my approval.
 
Still holding her hand, I reached down with my other hand to take hold of her immense cock to give the thick shaft a few long strokes before cupping and lifting his balls.
 
"Fantastic, isn't he," I said to her, "fucking built like a bull… the perfect cock for a sex slave… and these balls are packed full of hot cum."
 
I caught her licking her lips and pretended not to notice… fucking slut ~laughs~.
 
"He's all your's… every last bit of him… ass, cock, mouth, everything… all yours… and you want him, don't you?"
 
"His cock is so fucking huge!" she gasped in this throaty sort of voice that I loved hearing.
 
She gasped even louder when I let go of his balls and quickly put my hand between her legs to feel how wet her pussy was. Her lips were soaked and her entire cunt felt like it was on fire… my fingers slipped inside her without me even trying to put them in. I held her there like that for almost a minute… my hand cupping her pussy while my middle fingers worked inside of her. I could have made her cum right then but that wasn't the plan. I just wanted to get her as hot and worked up as possible for what was to come.
 
Pulling my fingers out from inside of her, I let go of her other hand and moved around the slave boy to face him. I put my wet fingers under his nose, pushing them against his nostrils and said, "That's the scent of your Mistress… breathe it in deeply… this is who you will serve today… she will do anything she desires to you… and you will obey."
 
I then grabbed hold of his chin… pushed his head back as far as I could… and kicked him full in the balls.
 
"And of course… you already know better than to forget who I am."
 
Still holding his head painfully back I looked over to her with a smile on my face, "Your turn… I want you to kick and punch that beautiful ball sack of his… go ahead… have fun, sweetheart."
 
And she was so sexually charged at that point that there was no hesitation left in her at all.
 
Next part will be ready when this link is - bound male sex slave.
 
Domina Amanda
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A fundamental part of many fetishes within BDSM is male humiliation…
And there are countless femdom stories written around this basic theme…
Don't waste the night just dreaming of yourself in one of them…
It's time to live a fantasy of your own and submit to that abuse…
At the hands of a ruthless young humiliatrix who loves to be cruel.
 

(continuing from - Femdom Stories) The toilet bowl wasn't the flushable type. While wide enough for the slave's head, it would narrow quickly - not a wide bowl inside but almost funnel like. It would be filled to a set amount of water… one that would cause his face to be submerged if he relaxed, but by lifting his head up he could still breathe. Thing is, as we pissed in the bowl, the water level would rise… and since the bottom was shaped for this purpose and the water would not drain out, if he didn't start drinking it down quickly, our bound and helpless toilet slave soon would not be able to breathe at all ~grinz evil~.
 
So while his head was trapped in the bowl, on his knees with his arms tied behind him, with one dominatrix pissing all over him, and another abusing his asshole, cock and balls… he would be frantically gulping down piss water to avoid suffocation ~laughs~.
 
He proved to be a very obedient toilet slave, with only a low degree of annoyance. He was happy in his particular style of male humiliation, and happy to have found those who would let him submit to it and indulge his fetish… especially in a safe way since anytime you even touch lightly on suffocation you've got to be very careful (we had a device set to measure the water level which we could always see… plus we kept a continuous eye on him, even when pretending not to give a damn about his fate - femdom scenes with an edge to them are always fun but you've got to be responsible. Key is to take the perceived atmosphere as close to that edge as you can, giving it an authentic quality that is highly believable, while still keeping the reality safely under close control).
 
I remember one time where are three of use took turns on him (my friend’s partner joined us - I'd love to tell some stories about her in the future. I've mentioned her before - that hot asian dominatrix with a cold savage streak). Our toilet slave had no idea she would be joining us, and I think it was the most incredible femdom session he ever had… the mix of the surprise, with the higher volume of urine, plus not one, but two dominant women torturing him while he was locked in his tiolet bowl being pissed on by the third. I thought he would pass out ~laughs~ he was so excited. The huge strapon I forced up his ass kept him wide awake ~laughs~, and that wasn't the largest thing that went up there…
 
The noises our filthy toilet slave made while that asian beauty was forcing her gloved hand up his ass were amazing ~laughs~… especially since they were oddly amplified/muffled by the bowl… mixed with the tinkling sound of urine running down his face into the water. She had small, delicate hands with very long fingernails - she played up the asian dominatrix thing to the hottest extreme. Once she had her full hand up in him, she just kept working it around as his body convulsed uncontrollably, finally getting his rectum to the point that she could ball her fist up tight and ram her arm in and out like a fucking machine. God did he scream… and the punishment his prostate took while she was doing it forced so much semen and cum out of him… drooling out, hanging in long streams. Makes me cringe thinking about it now ~laughs~ even though it was fantastic it was still such a savage display. And the look on her face as she did it would make even the most cruel dominatrix eat her heart out.
 
He was fun… a good, obedient male slave who loved his type of humiliation fetish, and gave himself over to us fully so he could enjoy it.
 
Humiliatrix Amanda
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It's time to really explore your pissing fantasies…
 

 
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I have a special kind of male humiliation in store for you…
Think of how embarassing it would be to have a woman urinate all over your face…
Not just humiliating… but how degrading a statement it makes about you as a person…
A worthless toilet slave being pissed on by a woman who will force you to swallow it.
 

You love feeling that warm liquid run along your body…
Splashing on your face as you lie there trapped and helpless…
A filthy toilet slave, used as a human bowl… open your mouth wide

(By: Domina Amanda) More femdom stories to tell… hmmm… a reflection of sorts, one touching on male humiliation and my early days as a pro-domme in the NYC BDSM scene…
 
Back when I first started out as a professional dominatrix, and was still apprenticing at my friend's private dungeon… I met a lot of different male and female submissives (naturally many more of the former than the latter since this was a pro-house). We had opened things up a bit more to expand the client list, and so there were many new faces being given the rare chance to interview and then perhaps audition (we didn't just add people to the "list" because they wanted to session… you had to be accepted. Didn't matter how much money you had or offered, if you didn't make the cut, you didn't get the private number and no appointments would ever be made. Things would start with an interview… and then if that went well you'd be called with a chance to do a basic femdom session. After that you'd be rated, considered, and the process would continue until you were either added to our list or rejected).
 
Something happened today that reminded me of one a really pathetic toilet slave we had back then. Now, sorry to disappoint those into more extreme forms of this fetish, but I'm not going to get too detailed, and I won't be talking about any, shall we say, "solid matter" (been there, done that, and have femdom stories to tell about it, but those things push certain limits with regard to what can and cannot be said here). For this particular story that's not an issue anyway, since that wasn't this slave's thing.
 
He had a love for a particular form of male humiliation… his fetish fantasy was to be forced down on his knees with his head in a special type of toilet bowl (this design had an opening so the neck could rest under the seat with the head fully in the bowl, face in the water, but with the toilet slave able to lift his head up to breathe when necessary. It could also be reversed so his head could face up). Once kneeling before his "altar", his hands would be pulled roughly behind his back and tied there with rope laced from above his elbows down to his wrists. His neck would then be locked in place by a latch on the tiolet seat.
 
Usually we would start the femdom session by ignoring him - "bowl bondage" fully active from the moment he arrived… we'd sit and talk about things, sometimes about him, and just leave him there… drinking lots of liquid and making sure he knew it… occasionally saying how we had to urinate but didn't want to get up yet ~laughs~.
 
Then one dominatrix - we'd both be in skirts - would sit on the toilet bowl, with the back of the slave's head directly under her… and slowly piss on him in stages while he was trapped there.
 
While this was happening, the other dominatrix would torture his ass, cock and balls. Sometimes kicking him between the legs. Sometimes grabbing and twisting his sack roughly. Sometimes shoving things into his ass to either fuck him with or just gape his hole. The full run of standard femdom torture options - we'd just do anything we wanted while his toilet slave ass was trapped there having to take it.
 
When one had finished pissing on him… we'd switch places. Depending on the length of the session and how much liquid we had consumed both before and after he arrived, we would usually take at least two turns on the "throne"… which was often about as far as our toilet slave could go before the sum of events was too much ~laughs~. I'll explain what I mean by that in the next part (Femdom Stories - click to continue reading)
 
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It's time to really explore your pissing fantasies…
 

 
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Back when I was working in the NYC BDSM scene…
I met and used many different kinds of slaves… both male and female…
One of the best things about being a professional dominatrix - the many choices it provides…
Not just what you can do to someone… but the endless supply of 'who' to do it to