Personal Diary of a Dominatrix – Stories from My Life – Thoughts on BDSM and Phone Sex
By: Domina Cinara - January 26th, 2010
Men are both frightened and aroused at the thought of a strapon dominatrix…
Coming for them, dressed in leather and heels with a huge dildo leading the way.
The mix of fear and excitement is what makes the reaction so intense.
The sexual roles being reversed in such an extreme femdom way.
Once opened by the cock of a dominatrix… the man is never again the same.
Violated in The Park – Part IV – “You Don‘t Touch… Only I Touch”
(By: Domina Cinara) Clumsily, as is typical of their ungraceful sex, the male I had chosen plopped himself down next to me in the back of the car. He tried to put on some sort of ridiculous macho-sexy face… I almost burst out laughing right then, but was able to catch myself, shifting my expression enough to make his small mind think my reaction was just a display of how struck I was by his oh-so manly looks ~laughs~.
If men really knew what women thought of their awkward attempts to arouse us, they’d shrivel up into tiny balls and blow away with the rest of the gutter trash.
My driver already knew where I wanted to go next – I had given him instructions before I’d even entered the club. Sometimes I like to be spontaneous, but with the mood those dominatrix phone sex calls had put me in, I already knew each step of what was on tonight’s agenda… what kind of strapon Domina would I be if I didn’t? ~laughs~
Of course, the male sitting next to me still held some flimsy belief that since he was the one with the cock, he was in control and he should be making the “moves”. This erroneous assumption led to him reaching over to me in an attempt to grab my tits, but I just pushed his hands away… reaching over instead with one of my own to grab hold of his cock through his pants.
“You don’t touch… only I touch,” I said to him, while lifting my other hand to place a finger over his lips, preventing any reply.
Advice to all females – until the training of the slave has reached an acceptable point, the use of a ball gag on the male animal is highly recommended.
His eyes followed my long leather gloves as one hand stroked his cock and the other his neck and face. I so wanted to close that one hand tight around his neck, to choke him into total obedience in a way I’d really enjoy… but I forced myself to be gentle with him. There would be plenty of time for rough sex once I was wearing my strapon. Until then, the more relaxed and clueless he was, the better.
It was good that it didn’t take long for us to reach our destination. After only a couple minutes of my long leather gloves caressing him, his cock was so worked up he was about to have an orgasm. Fucking light weight. His prick was plenty big, but he had the staying power of a little boy.
No matter, he wasn’t the one who would be doing the poking tonight… it was his asshole that was gonna get poked… his cock was just there for show. If I had had anything other than femdom strapon sex in mind for him I might have gotten pissed off when I saw how fast that orgasm was rising. In my anger the scene would have shifted very quickly to ballbusting as my clenched fists forced the cum back down into his disobedient sack.
But no need for any of that right now… I stopped stroking just before he came… and the car stopped moving a moment later. We had arrived and I had other things to focus on.
(Part V of this story will be ready when this link is active – Femdom Stories )
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I like wearing long leather gloves, not just because they look sexy on me…
But because they make my hands curl into fists that I want to use savagely.
When I handle a cock I almost always wear long leather gloves…
Stroking a man easily into submission before I tear his balls apart.
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