(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
Female Domination 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) 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.
 
Part VII
 
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) 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.
 
Part VI
 
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 brutal femdom CBT, to be followed by a savage 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'm 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~ I love how sick I am). 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 against my palm, 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 savage 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 pained expulsion of air as his body shook and his head whipped from side to side. I had told him this would be brutal 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 bruised package. 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 cruel my intentions really were …
The thought of being abducted by a beautiful young female assuaged his anger at first…
When he later awoke, held tight in rope bondage, and saw that brutal 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…
I don't give a damn who thinks that's sick, such only adds to my pleasure…
Bondage sex can take so many forms, but I always want it to have a cruel edge…
If you aren't man enough to take the femdom torture I'm going to dish out…
Good… the more you scream the better - Cruel Femdom Stories"

"What is it about female domination that so excites men?
Perhaps it’s the thought of an aggressive, confident woman…
One who is not timid and shy about her sexuality, but in command of it…
Not a slut, not something to be used… but one who uses - Female Domination"

(By: Domina Amanda - continuing from forced femdom stories) Part III - So, now that we have the background set, I can get down to describing just what happened when my cruel femdom session was joined by a domination phone sex call. The result was one lucky boy getting the fetish thrill of his perverted life and the other being subjected to a rather extreme form of bondage sex that he will never forget.
 
Like I've already explained, I had a male sex slave over that evening, when I received an unexpected domination phone sex call from a dirty bad boy I talk to often. I wasn't receiving calls at the time, but somehow the phone sex system sent it anyway… in the end, it worked out quite well for all involved ~laughs~.
 
The two slaves share a love of rope bondage sex and female domination, with the caller also having a taste for forced femdom and extreme bisexuality. Normally I don't let anything intrude on my sadism, but when I saw who it was, I decided to let the phone sex call go through, instead of telling him I was unavailable.
 
By this time, the male sex slave I was with was tired up tight… hung by the wrists with rope so that his feet barely touched the ground… ankles spread wide and also tied with rope to keep him stable and exposed. I had been using a nice four foot single tail whip on him just before the phone rang - mostly on his upper back but I was about to move to his ass and thighs… the rope bondage keeping him wonderfully in place through every kiss of the whip.
 
When the phone sex call came through, I put it on speaker… and merged the two femdom fantasies together, by allowing the caller to experience his fetish for voyeurism in a much more realistic way with me… while giving my sex slave the added thrill of an audience witnessing my domination of him. Of course I just love things like that - exhibitionism of any kind takes things to another level for me - and so our normal female domination and bondage sex, turned into a very intense and very extreme forced femdom session.
 
While I was on the phone, I told my caller what I intended to do… he understood immediately and I could hear the sexual excitement take hold of his voice. After that, I went back to my helpless little male sex slave (he's not "little" but he's so sweet he is a little darling ~laughs~), and with the whip I was already holding, continued to give his tightly bound body the painfully precise attention I love to share. At first, I carried on the femdom session much as I normally would, excepting that I spoke more to create a better visual image for my caller who was "spying" on us. But I soon got more rough than normal… since as I said, I am an exhibitionist and shit like this gets my blood going.
 
I painted my slave's back a beautiful shade of red with the leather whip… the lines of each kiss crisscrossing to form an intricate pattern across his shoulder blades, ass and thighs. His masochism fed to overflowing, he slipped into a euphoric state accented by moans that blurred the line of pain and pleasure. Seeing him hanging there half limp by his wrists, just pushed the sadism in me all the harder, leaving my heart rate pounding loudly in my head, and my pussy nicely warm and wet. All the while whispers could be heard from my phone sex slave who was "peeping" through the speaker… quietly voicing his shock and excitement over the graphic female domination he was witnessing… while beginning to masturbate in the shame filled way he so enjoys (continued - rope bondage sex).

Domina Amanda
Female Domination Phone Sex - 1-800-356-6169
 

"I can't really call the normal fun I have with my male sex slaves, forced femdom…
I mean… they're completely dominated by me, so they do as they are told…
But the idea of abducting and forcing someone to be my sexual slave…
Has always gotten me very wet… so I like to push my property to the extremes…
If for no other reason than to have a dark taste of what really makes me hot - Forced Femdom"

"Have you ever dreamed of being dragged naked before a dominatrix…
Expert rope bondage leaving you helpless at her feet…
She then uses you for her pleasure in a most extreme forced femdom way…
And you have no choice but to be her sexual object, her slave - Female Domination"

(By: Domina Amanda - continuing from bondage sex stories) Part II - So yesterday I was telling you about an unexpected interruption I had during a femdom session with a male sex slave I've been having fun tormenting recently. The slave is personal property to me, the session was occurring in my home, and the interruption was a female domination phone sex call I received while that femdom session was in its early stages.
 
Now like I said, I thought I was logged out of our phone sex system, so I was surprised to get the call… and normally would not have allowed a rude interruption to occur when I'm enjoying a very physical demonstration of female domination on the body of a bound slave… but when I saw who the caller was, I decided to have some fun with this accidental intrusion into my evening’s bondage sex plans.
 
The phone sex caller was a regular of mine who besides having a love for cruel female domination, also has a fetish for voyeurism and forced femdom style punishment. He likes to imagine being caught while watching other people have sex - sex where the female is clearly and ruthlessly in the position of domination. It starts with him spying on what is happening, acting shocked at what he has discovered, but then overwhelmed by a need to masturbate to the femdom scene… all the while whining about how ashamed he is of himself, how morally wrong this vision of female domination and bondage sex is, and how he feels forced into masturbation by his own weakness. While jerking his tiny cock something foolish happens that causes his hiding place to be exposed, and since his pants are down around his ankles, he cannot escape.
 
The scene then changes to a forced femdom abduction as the dominatrix commands her male slave to drag the intruder forward for the punishment he deserves for peeping. He is stripped naked and slapped into silence by her (or should I say, me ~smiles~) when he tries to protest his rough treatment. Threatened with a further beating, he is made to submit to her commands and kneel before her, begging forgiveness for his extreme offense. Forced into painful rope bondage, punishment follows as he is savaged under the hands of the dominatrix and finally further violated by her male sex slave… and by violated I do mean a forced bi taking of both his mouth and ass.
 
Female domination phone sex calls with him are usually longer than average since we both get really into the details of the fantasy. He knows I like forced femdom, so I tend to take things much further than usual, which is what he gets off on and looks forward to. While I look forward to letting my cruel dark side have full reign.
 
And now that we have our dramatis personae introduced, I can describe what happened during my mixed bondage sex session and phone domination call (continued - forced femdom).

Domina Amanda
Female Domination Phone Sex - 1-800-356-6169
 

"I'd say the majority of the sex I have had in my life has involved bondage…
If not fully tied down, then some other form of restraint has been employed…
I like seeing my sexual victims helpless, not knowing what I intend - Bondage Sex"