(By: Domina Amanda - continuing from strapon domination) Part XII - This is the last installment in this latest addition to my femdom stories. Like I said earlier, I hadn't intended to describe this bondage sex session in quite such detail, but as I started reliving the events I found myself getting into it more deeply than I'd planned ~grinz~. When we left off I was enjoying an intense femdom strapon ride that was close to bringing me to orgasm.
 
I can easily imagine how hot I looked… dressed in tight black leather, with matching thigh high boots and elbow length gloves… pounding a thick black strapon cock in and out of the ass of a tightly bound sex slave. I took hold of his hips again, throwing my head back to let my hair hang down behind me… my eyes closed and mouth partly open as I set into a fast, deep rhythm inside of his ass. My clit was already throbbing and so close to the edge… I usually like to grind down on a boy's ass when it feels like that, but I wanted to ride this slave hard… ride him all the way to orgasm.
 
His tortured wrists still held him up, his head hanging down and his body completely spent. Just when I thought he was little more than a rag doll for fucking, he suddenly began to convulse and started making noises like a girl with a deep voice ~laughs~. These ragged, gasping cries that I knew could mean only one thing - he was having a powerful anal orgasm… one made all the more intense by the pressure of my thick strapon against his swollen prostate. Good for him, but I didn't give a damn at that moment… I just smiled and took in all the noise he was making as I continued to enjoy my ride.
 
I could feel it rising quickly. I leaned into him more and started to work him as fast as I could. When it broke I let that beautiful orgasm wash over me without a single thought given to anything else. My legs were shaking, and my fingers dug deeply into his thighs, this time as much to hold him in place as to hold myself up. It was so good… the pounding anal domination of a slave making me cum so hard. Men have no idea how much better it is to be a woman when it comes to sex. Tough shit for you, it's the way things are meant to be. Men are used for the pleasure of the female… it's only fitting that her orgasm be all the more intense.
 

 
As the last waves of my orgasm passed through me, I leaned forward into my slave, resting there to quietly enjoy every last bit of sensation. The anal orgasm he had had still had him breathing very deeply… and my strapon was still all the way in him. I nipped his back with my teeth just to make him jump one more time… and laughed as that brought him momentarily back to life, though only barely. Pulling out of him slowly I looked down at his ass to watch my thick strapon cock emerge from the anal fuck hole it had been so deeply buried in. I love watch a cock go in and out of an ass… especially when it's my fat dick.
 
I then took a knife and cut the ropes that had so long held my bondage sex slave tightly in place. First the ankles and then the wrists. Freed, he fell to the floor in a near lifeless lump. I imagined his prostate was still throbbing from that deep anal orgasm he had had… his strapon domination at my hands had been overwhelming. I smiled for a moment at the thought, then turned and walked away from him, leaving him there without a word.
 
My domination phone sex caller had grown quiet since my femdom strapon assault had ended, but I could still hear his heavy breathing through the speaker phone. I leaned in close and spoke directly to him… pretending that he was right there with me - a peeping tom caught and soon to be punished severely for his intrusion. I told him he was being locked for the night in a very small cage, where he could contemplate the cruel femdom torture I had planned for him. I would come for him tomorrow… his punishment would be severe.
 
Then I hung up the phone and retired to my bedroom… my puppy slave waiting there to undress and wash me. She had been locked for the night upstairs… chained to the foot of my bed where I am sure she could hear everything. I knew she would have a big pout on her face from being left out, which is exactly what I wanted to see. I love hearing my puppy slave whimper… sometimes her jealousy makes her vicious towards my other slaves, other times it makes her so pouty sad and cute ~laughs~. I knew her little puppy pussy would be very wet, and seeing me with this heavy hanging strapon would just get her even more worked up. But her pussy and ass would get nothing tonight… though I would let her clean me with her mouth, and perhaps allow her tongue to bring me to orgasm again before I went to sleep. The End.
 
(To read this series from the beginning, click - femdom stories)
 
Domina Amanda
Strapon Domination Phone Sex - 1-800-356-6169
 

 
(By: Domina Amanda - continuing from femdom strapon) Part XI - 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".
 
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 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. 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 - bondage sex).
 
Domina Amanda
Cruel Femdom Phone Sex - 1-800-356-6169
 

 
(By: Domina Amanda - continuing from anal orgasm) Part IX - 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.
 
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
Anal Orgasm Phone Sex - 1-800-356-6169
 

 
(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
Femdom Strapon Phone Sex - 1-800-356-6169
 

 
(By: Domina Amanda - continuing from femdom stories) Part VII - While my domination phone sex caller was pounding his cock towards a second orgasm, I stood there silently, taking a moment to look at what I had done. The only sound in the room was the ragged breathing of the bondage slave who was bound before me… and the whispered noises of the caller through the speaker phone.
 
My slave'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 - the telltale sign of the bondage slave. I reached out one leather gloved hand to caress his face, lifting it slightly as I did. Not out of sympathy or compassion, but the want to touch such a lovely display of suffering.
 
I then moved closer to him again, pressing my body up against his as my hands slid down between his legs… my touch still gentle and soft. 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 his cruel femdom torture through every sense possible. 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.
 
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. So I did it immediately a second time… and then a third and fourth… savagely, 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 ballbusting strikes, his legs had given out completely and I was enjoying his 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 domination phone sex caller who was "peeping" in on our bondage sex through the speaker phone.
 
As horrible as ballbusting, and for that matter, a lovely groinkick, might sound, the effect such cruel femdom attention had on my bondage sex slave was just too much for him. After less than a couple of 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 orgasm all over my leg. The white of his cum contrasted sharply with the black leather of my thigh high boots… and again with that of my gloves as I collected it and fed it to him. Cum swallowing was something he had never done before, but as always, this bondage slave obeyed 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. But still, he made a mess on my boots, and femdom punishment was naturally required.
 
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. And then I gave him another full groinkick from behind, followed by a hard kick in his ass, 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.
 
For the next ten minutes I circled him that way… slowly moving around in those cruel 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
 

"Sadomasochism isn't simply the enjoyment of physical pain…
There are so many wonderful forms of suffering to be found in BDSM…
Often the more creative, non-physical forms are the more deeply affecting…
But then again, direct exploitation of what nature provides has its charm - Femdom CBT"

(By: Domina Amanda - continuing from femdom stories) Part VI - At this point, my "peeping tom" domination phone sex caller had just had his first orgasm… and the bondage sex slave in front of me was wide eyed in a mix of terror and sexual excitement as I stood pressed up against him… his cock in one leather gloved hand, and his ball sack in the other.
 
As if the sadistic smile on my face and the cruel joy in my eyes weren't enough to make his fate clear to him, I whispered my intentions into his ear, promising terrible femdom CBT, to be followed by a brutal strapon fucking. And to accent my point, I began to squeeze with both hands… slowly kneading his balls with my tightly closed fingers as I ate up the pain and pleasure I could see so clearly building in his face. The rope that held his legs apart strained as he shifted uncontrollably… but secure as he was in the rope bondage, there was no place he could go… no chance to escape the forced femdom torture that had come for him. He would suffer through CBT and all else I desired… suffer for my cruel pleasure as fit's the lot of a bondage sex slave.
 
My other hand was choking his cock, keeping it motionless but literally squeezing all the blood back out of it that I could. His cock was hard when I grabbed it, and the feel of my leather gloves only made it throb and swell more… so my crushing hand was in a struggle with his erection - one side trying to expand while the other sought to compress. A femdom CBT battle that I intended to win, even if I had to smash the damn thing with a mallet.
 
I love to hear men scream, but sometimes it's better to gag them when I drift fully into forced femdom torture… since I can take brutal to point where I am not satisfied until the slave passes out (and just thinking for a moment about those extremes and the femdom stories I could tell describing them, makes me so damn instantly hot ~laughs~). But since my bondage sex caller was enjoying his "peeping" fetish, and I was enjoying the audience, I let every pain drenched noise be clearly voiced in all its beauty.
 
With my left hand I twisted his ball sack. Still keeping it securely in my hand, I spun it slowly around, squeezing and crushing as I drew his balls tighter and tighter against the surrounding skin. When I could twist no more, I wrenched it around, using my body as leverage, and then gave his ball sack a brutal yank. What little slack there was in the rope bondage that stretched his arms out above him, dropped instantly as his knees gave out and a muted yell escaped his lips. And then my hands closed as tightly as they could… fingers clawing and crushing cock and balls so tightly that his voice made barely a sound, only an expulsion of air as his body shook and his head whipped from side to side. I had told him this would be extreme femdom CBT and I was not kidding. I hadn't even bothered to use any toys yet.
 
He was gasping, gulping in air in ragged choking breaths… it was so lovely that I just stood there a few moments watching him before I finally let go of his cock and balls. My bondage sex caller was masturbating again… his whispers matching the ragged sounds escaping from my cock and ball torture victim.
 
The bound male body in front of me was getting the masochistic ride of its life, while my caller's love of voyeurism and extreme forced femdom was being taken to a place he had only ever dreamed of. I wanted to do more… I wanted to tear into him more… but I knew I had to slow down a little and let him recover. There was so much more to do (continued - femdom stories).

Domina Amanda
Extreme Bondage Phone Sex - 1-800-356-6169
 
Femdom CBT - means Cock and Ball Torture, with a lovely female touch ~grinz~. 
 

"When I took him, he had no idea how I planned to use him…
The thought of being abducted by a beautiful young female assuaged his anger…
When he later awoke, held tight in rope bondage, and saw the whip in my hands…
He began to protest much more, but I cured him of that swiftly - Forced Femdom Stories"

"The cock and balls of a man are supposed to be a symbol of manhood…
Of male power and virility… to me, they are a source of weakness and slavery…
What better way to achieve domination and control of a man than through them…
And what better way to punish insolence, than through their brutal torture - Femdom CBT"

(By: Domina Amanda - continuing from extreme BDSM) Part V - With a helpless bondage sex slave bound before me, and one of my domination phone sex callers listening in on my wonderfully malicious BDSM torture session by speaker phone… I must say, I was quite enjoying my cruel self ~grinz~. Too bad the caller had to just imagine what he was hearing… as undeniably exciting as it was for him, it must also have been a tremendous cock tease (and the femdom CBT scene that was to come, would only push this to a greater extreme).
 
If my sneaky phone slave had really been here, "peeping" on us from the shadows, no doubt the experience would have been overwhelming for him. As good as I sound on the phone, the full effect of me in action is tremendous, and I love to be seen as much as I love to flaunt my talents and my beauty. I've never been a particularly shy person, and when it comes to femdom BDSM and bondage sex… the eyes of others are to me only witnesses in my brutal domination of another human being. I want people to see me, want me, and know that I don't just torture and have sex with those I choose, I break them and make them my property.
 
So… I stopped abusing his nipples - I knew that the brutal punishment I had given them had pushed things to an extreme where the pain wasn't as sharp as I wanted it to be anymore - and set my eyes on the hard cock and heavy hanging ball sack that I knew were crying for the femdom CBT affection that they longed for. BDSM presents limitless options, and the male body, for all the failings of the sex itself, is a welcome canvas for sadistic exploration.
 
Still looking my bondage sex slave in the eyes (I'm 5' 10" tall barefoot, and in a pair of thigh high boots I go nicely over 6', so I have no trouble looking tall men in the eye, or looking down on those of average height), I smiled at him and let my hands drop between his legs, taking hold of his cock with one and his ball sack with the other. The bound slave straightened up again immediately, and the wide eyed look he gave me sent a shiver of sadistic satisfaction through my body.
 
He was horribly helpless in my hands, under my complete control and he knew it very clearly… not simply due to the rope bondage that held him, or even the leather gloves that now cupped his cock and balls, but because his will was mine - no rope was ever necessary. My smile held the joy of someone intent on the brutal BDSM torture of a victim who could do nothing but suffer through whatever I wanted to do. My domination of him needed only that look alone.
 
I often like to declare my intentions during a femdom torture session… telling the slave what I intend to do to him as I progress. This lets his mind run with all the possibilities to come, heightening the effect due to fearful anticipation, and for that matter sexual excitement. Other times I like to say nothing, and just do… letting surprise take its toll, especially since the less known, the further the sense of helplessness and loss of control.
 
But since I had a dirty little audience in the form of my bondage sex caller, I spoke all through the BDSM session. When I began to describe the femdom CBT intentions I had for my slave, I heard our spy begin to whimper and groan… whispering how badly his cock needed to cum and he could not control it. At this I played up his voyeurism fetish a little, stopping to pretend I had "heard something"… calling out, "who's there… I said who is there, answer me now"… and then declaring "if someone is there, they had better hope I don't catch them… cause I'll put this leather gloved fist up their ass if I do".
 
At that he came… attempting, unsuccessfully, to stifle the sounds of his orgasm as his cock burst (in such phone sex sessions I allow him to cum this way - again, as would fit his fetish fantasy, but more because it makes me laugh to hear the noises he makes). It was only the first of the evening… my little peeping pervert was just getting started.
 
With a grin on my face I then pressed my body up against that of my bondage sex slave and said lovingly into his ears - "I am going to hurt your cock terribly… and I am going to beat your ball sack until you almost pass out… then I am going to fuck your ass raw." And with a soft laugh, my hands began to squeeze what they were holding (continued - femdom CBT).

Domina Amanda
BDSM Torture Phone Sex - 1-800-356-6169
 
Femdom CBT means Cock and Ball Torture by a cruel and ruthless female - like me ~grinz~.
 

"A dominatrix has to pace herself during more brutal forms of slave use…
Sure, it’s fun to kick and beat a man between his legs, and we all laugh at the screams…
But if you go too far, those sought after screams can go silent…
And while the expressions, and the way his body twitches is still wonderful…
For those of us who like to hear our victims sing, a line must be skillfully maintained…
To only be crossed when the conductor tires of the song - Femdom CBT Stories"

"The kind of femdom stories I enjoy often have more in common with horror…
Than with erotica ~laughs~… To me sex should be intense and threatening…
And filling another person with a mix of desperate sexual need and pure fear…
Is the kind of excitement that turns my cruel sick self on perfectly - Bondage Sex"

(By: Domina Amanda - continuing from femdom stories) Part IV - Like I was saying… I was "entertaining" a bondage sex slave in my home, when I got an unexpected domination phone sex call. Since the caller has a fetish for voyeurism and rope bondage, I decided to let him listen in as I continued with my cruel femdom session.
 
I hadn't intended to get this detailed, but I like telling femdom stories like this ~laughs~. So, when I left off… I was using a leather single tail whip on the body of my slave. Tightly secured and stretched in some very well done rope bondage (damn right ~grinz~), his body jerked and pulled with each strike of the whip… adding nicely to the pain, and even more nicely to the show. I could hear the excitement of my phone sex slave in the whispers and gasps coming through the speaker… his noises accenting each sound made by the lash and the body on the receiving end of it.
 
I was wearing leather gloves at the time (I love long leather gloves - so "female domination" ~grinz~), and so after I put down the whip, I ran my hands all over my captive's body… first feeling the tender red skin that the lash had so lovingly caressed… then taking a very firm hold of his nipples to savagely twist and pull them, letting my body partly fall so its weight hung from his abused flesh. With my teeth I bit them hard… first sharp, quick bites, then more of a slow gnaw and sucking until they looked sore and sensitive to the extreme - all involved that night like their femdom extra cruel ~grinz~.
 
At that point I applied a pair of nipple clamps… opening each wide, to position it around a waiting nipple… and then suddenly releasing to let it snap painfully shut. The way my sex slave's body jerked and twisted against the ropes that held him as each clamp closed, coupled with the agonized scream he let out… made my pussy so fucking hot and wet, just thinking about it as I write now is putting nasty, nasty good smile on my face.
 
I thought my bondage phone sex caller was going to have a heart attack ~laughs~… all he kept babbling at that point was something like - "oh my god, she's so evil… cruel, horrible dominatrix… I can't watch this it's so wrong… she's forced him into bondage… what would she do if she found me peeping… I must resist temptation" ~laughs~ (he's actually writing a couple of femdom stories detailing our sessions as envisioned in his mind's eye).
 
I waited a few moments for the first rush of pain to subside… then I took hold of each clamp and very slowly squeezed them tighter, looking at him with dead, cold sadistic joy in my eyes and loving it. My bondage sex slave began to pull against the rope that held each wrist… not in an attempt to break free, but a reflex reaction to the pain and that which was causing it. I knew I was pushing him quickly, but I wanted to hear those lovely noises burst from him again… and as they did, I laughed in concert with them while alternating the degree of pressure applied to each clamp.
 
I would usually have applied weights to the nipples at that point, but I knew I had savaged them so badly already that the effect would be diminished… they could wait until later… I had a swollen, throbbing cock right in front of me that was just begging for abuse (continued - femdom stories).

Domina Amanda
Rope Bondage Phone Sex - 1-800-356-6169
 

"Seeing another person in sexual pain has always turned me on…
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