Brutal CBT

(By: Strapon Domina Cinara) I thought I’d tell you the story of this dominatrix phone sex call I did last night. Think of it as more of a short cautionary tale than truly one of my femdom stories… a lesson taught and now shared with the class ~grinz~.

So, this guy gets on the phone and immediately tells me he is into brutal CBT and “all kinds of extreme femdom shit.”

Oh, really ~smiles so sweet~

Now, when I do cock and ball torture… I keep things within limits that fit the male slave I’m with. If he tells me he’s new to CBT, we start off easy… if he says he’s experienced, then I test him to see where he’s really at before taking his claims seriously.

What one person thinks is extreme, may be far different from what another does… and if that other person’s definition is a lot more extreme than yours, you’re in for one hell of an eye opening education ~laughs~.

Any time torture of any form is involved in a femdom session, the dominatrix has to find her own answers regarding the limits of a slave she isn’t familiar with. The line he draws is not the limit… you pull it back even more and see what’s really up before pushing.

But the guy on this particular phone sex call, was all kinds of cocky… big mouth bragging about how he could “handle the most extreme cock and ball torture Domina Cinara can dish out.”

Oh, REALLY ~smiles sweeter~

You want to mouth off… fine… we’ll see who laughs last.

Seems someone needed to be taught a little lesson… in femdom ballbusting… in humility… and most of all, in the proper way to talk to a Domina.

If we had been face to face I would have shown him very quickly just how brutal CBT can be… with him bound and gagged, and me beating and tearing his cock and balls to shreds.

Seriously, you think that little squiggly shit you’ve got between your legs is going to survive the two fisted abuse of a cruel dominatrix in long leather gloves who doesn’t give a crap in hell how loud you scream!?! ~laughs~ And I haven’t even broken out the thigh high boots that are the other half of my favored cock and ball torture ensemble. Once you see those leather clad long legs coming to hurt you, you’ll fast admit the error of your ways… that and probably piss yourself.

But since we were on the phone, I was limited to what I could order him to do to himself… and since we were on the phone, he could stop whenever his full of shit pussy ass couldn’t take it anymore.

We started the femdom CBT off simple… rope bondage around the penis and testicles… sack tied up nice and tight with the bottom half of the cock wrapped and constricted. And of course, I had to have him slap that small package around a bit after he was done, just to make sure the cock and ball bondage would hold ~smiles~

Then I jumped ahead to the sandpaper… can’t have a messy little penis now, can we? A piece of sandpaper, vigorously applied to his cock and balls, slowly removed every offending hair, along with the top layer of skin.

This was followed by a few hard smacks to the testicles with a bare hand… then more than a few harder smacks to the head of the cock with a wooden spoon (had to work with what he had on hand)… and closing with half a dozen ballbusting smacks directly to each testicle with the handle.

Next, a substantial quantity of cayenne pepper mixed with just enough water to create a paste. Paste then applied to freshly sandpapered cock and balls.

Wait for it… wait for it… and yes, such lovely sounds emanate from the male vocal chords when the burn sets in ~grinz~

~turns the sarcasm on~ But that’s not enough… of course not… not for a guy who’s into “brutal CBT” and says he “can handle the most extreme cock and ball torture Domina Cinara can dish out.”

Leftover cayenne paste repeatedly forced into the penis until – what he claimed was “a tablespoon” – had been forced down the shaft. Yeah, right… “tablespoon”… my sweet shaven cunt.

But now this was where we started to have some difficulty.

Prior to this he had gone along with things pretty well. There was some hesitation during the wooden spoon ballbusting… and I heard the first hints of fear in his sweet gasps of pain when the pepper burn kicked in all over his privates. But when the paste was forced into his cock, that’s when the truth of this blowhard was fully exposed… just as I already knew, he wasn’t near as extreme as his babbling bravado claimed.

What a bunch of whining – “Oh, Domina… isn’t that enough… oh my god, this is killing me… oh, please… there’s so much in there… it‘s burning so bad”… blah, blah, blah. And this wasn’t even close to the kind of brutal CBT that gets my sadistic side happy… not by a long shot.

I told him to shut up and be thankful I wasn’t there… that if I was, I’d take the spike heel of my thigh high boot and ram it down his penis, shoving the pepper in as far as it would go.

And of course this was when I finally let loose with the insults.

Up until then I’d said nothing about his tough guy claims. I just went along with the cock and ball torture session somewhat methodically, waiting until the moment I wanted arrived. And now that it had, I ripped into him fully… mocking his bogus claims of being such an experienced femdom CBT player, able to handle anything I could dish out.

And once that male pride had been kicked by a female, he was bound to get into more trouble… it always goes that way, and it’s so easy to fuck with. When I threw his words at him, of course he had to go on… didn’t get much farther though ~laughs~. I decided to drop the hammer on him, literally… as I crashed that inflated ego down.

Counting the number of times the hammer hit the nails… I’d say he maybe got one in as far as I wanted, a second about half way, and a third not really at all. Then he gave up… begging forgiveness as he admitted he was a stupid male slave that liked to talk shit about brutal CBT… with his scrotum painfully nailed to a board.

But the story doesn’t end there. As punishment I made him rip the nails out – ah, what lovely screams!!! ~smiles dreamy~ – and he had to buy the right to remove each one ~laughs~ $200 each. I wanted to torture him more but he was crying enough already, and he’d learned his lesson plenty.

I mean really… what did this idiot think was going to happen to him, especially when we’re talking about brutal CBT? And truth be told, what I did was what he was hoping for anyway. I have no problem knocking down a man who is trying to bait me, so long as it’s worth my time and I enjoy doing it ~laughs~. As much as he cried and got more than he expected, he loved every bit of it.

He’s in orgasm denial right now – else he’d still be jerking off to what I did to him. When he heals a little, he’ll begin his training under me at a level fitting the sort of pathetic crybaby slave he is.

 
Here endeth the CBT story… don’t get cocky with a dominatrix who gets off on sadism… especially when your cock and balls are involved.

 
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To both masochist and sadist, the thought of brutal CBT is exciting.
But it’s not just hurting men that is so enjoyable… so very enjoyable ~laughs~
It’s also training the man, building him to take more and more extreme femdom torture.

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Violated in The Park – Part VII – “My Panty Gag Silenced His Screams”

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(By: Strapon Domina Cinara) I had him exactly the way I wanted him… handcuffed to the fence and gagged with my panties… helpless and forced to accept whatever I wanted to do to his body.

I stood silently behind him, pausing a moment to look around and see if perhaps someone was watching. I hadn’t seen anyone as we entered the park and nothing had since changed. Shadows from the building and surrounding trees hid us well enough, and our short fight hadn’t produced enough noise to draw any attention.

That’s one of the good things about femdom ballbusting… unlike other types of pain, the nature of this particular sexual assault tends to not produce a lot of noise. When hit hard enough, the effect is so extreme that it actually stifles any vocal response.

I really wouldn’t have minded someone watching, so long as they‘d keep their fucking mouths shut. I’m a shameless exhibitionist and an extreme pervert, and audiences only serve to provoke me even more. It’s part of why I write this diary and the femdom stories within it… I like to tease and arouse, but I also like to shock and even horrify… the thought of unseen watchers in the park only excited me more.

Smiling, I took the huge dildo from my leather handbag, and slipped into the harness.

I took my time… he wasn’t going anywhere and I like to tease myself a little at times like this by letting the anticipation build even more… kinda like the calm before the storm ~grinz~. Besides, he needed to recover a bit before having this strapon forced up his ass ~laughs~.

I know you can imagine how hot I look in thigh high boots, long leather gloves, and a sexy, skin tight dress… with a long, thick strapon hanging between my legs. Trust me, the reality would give you a heart attack, especially if I had you trapped helplessly in bondage like I did this fool… and you saw the aroused, sadistic look I had in my eyes that night.

Forget whatever you think you know about what a strapon dominatrix is like. That porno shit you watch while you’re sitting at the computer is nothing but some actress playing a part. A real life strapon domina, a cruel female sadist who is truly into extreme femdom BDSM, is an entirely different world. Real forced female domination isn’t some kind of cute game played out by the hour… not in a situation like the one in this extreme story. It’s a man learning what it feels like to be weak and inferior… used and discarded by something better than him.

I was going to use him like a cheap anal sex slut. Before, he had stood watching me, wanting to masturbate while I showed him my ass and panties. Now it was me standing behind him, slowly stroking my strapon cock while looking at his ass. The shock of those painful ballbusting punches to the groin had worn off a bit by now. He was starting to struggle again, the fence rattling as he pulled against the handcuffs… while a flood of foul phrased protests were muffled by the panty gag I had forced into his mouth. The nasty grin on my face grew wider as I thought about how he would really have something to yell about in a few moments.

He still had his pants on though, so I walked back to him to take them off. The sound of my thigh high boots crossing the distance to him warned of my approach, and as I stepped behind him one of his legs kicked back to try to hit me.

No… oh, no… none of that shit with me.

I kicked him hard in the back of the offending leg… the tip of my thigh high boot connecting with the soft spot behind the knee. His leg gave out and he grunted in pain, as loud as he could with my panties in his mouth. I grabbed him by his hair, pulling his head back painfully, and told him to go ahead and keep trying to kick me, it would just make me enjoy hurting him all the more. Then I rolled the fingers of my right hand into a ball and punched him in his side… the feel of the skintight long leather gloves connecting with his exposed ribs was just so satisfying… as was the sound of him now choking on my panties as a result. Still holding his head pulled back I asked him in a sweet voice if he liked the taste of my wet pussy now… ~laughs~ and if he wanted me to shove my panties all the way down his throat when I was done.

Reaching around in front of him, I undid his belt a pulled his pants off, forcing them down around his ankles. Then I squatted down and pulled the belt tight again, closing it to restrict the movement of his legs some. The strapon I had on was so big that I’m sure he felt that huge dildo against his bare flesh as I stripped him.

He had a pale baby ass ~laughs~… big tough guy with a soft bare bottom. When I saw that pale white baby butt I just couldn’t help myself. His little pink asshole was like a perfect target painted on sheet of paper. Laughing to myself, I stepped back a bit and then I kicked him directly in his asshole… the tip of my thigh high boot connecting perfectly with his tight hole… I think it even popped in a little bit. Holy shit did that unexpected shot hurt. He jumped up the fence, his hands curling into claws as he screamed. The panty gag again stifled his sounds, but they did nothing to stop the park from being filled with my cruel laughter.

(Part VIII will continue this extreme bondage story… when I‘ve posted it I will activate this link – Femdom Stories )

 
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Even before I got involved with professional BDSM, I loved forced femdom sex.
Stories of my earliest sexual encounters would mark me an obvious predator.
I can’t even describe how it felt the first time I put on a strapon…
I was so excited, I nearly split the young girl I was with in two ~laughs~
Lesbian strapon sex with a cute classmate was my first time wearing a dildo…
But it wasn’t long before my hard cock found it’s way into a young man’s ass.

Cock and Ball Torture

(By: Strapon Domina Cinara) There are so many lovely phrases in the English language, for example… cock and ball torture… mmhhhmmm… say it slow and it sounds like Christmas ~laughs~. Wonderful presents wrapped up in a tight little package, ready to be torn apart by a happy young dominatrix, reveling in the brutal joy of unrestrained sadism… aaahhhhh ~smiles~

I had this guy ask me what the difference is between femdom CBT and ballbusting. I think the names make it somewhat clear, but since this is a subject I love, and a favorite “hobby” of mine, I thought I’d write a little about it.

First off, cock and ball torture comes in many different forms, as does it’s close relative, ballbusting. It can range from mild methods like teasing and tickling with long fingernails to the point the slave can’t take it anymore… to the most brutal and extreme kicking and punching you can imagine. The point is not just the infliction of pain through torture, but to prey on the vulnerability of the male genitalia… more specifically… the female preying on that vulnerability, creating an intense atmosphere of mixed fear and helplessness.

Technically, one could say that ballbusting falls under the general umbrella of cock and ball torture, because the point is much the same – the first being a “type” of the second. But I break them into two categories since the former is more specific in form and target than CBT, and in fetish circles this distinction is noted. To give a very short explanation of the difference…

Femdom CBT – being more refined forms of cock and ball torture ranging from soft erotic teasing to the direct infliction of extreme pain, and usually involving cruel, hands on treatment with a wide variety of devices employed (I like to slip into a pair of long leather gloves when the sadism gets serious).

Femdom Ballbusting – being the more brutal, savage assault on the male genitalia, (the specific focus being on the balls, hence the name… often the cock isn’t a target at all, but merely “collateral damage” ~laughs~) usually involving groin kicking, hard punching and slapping, and possibly direct hitting with sticks, heels, leather riding crops, canes, etc. (When I put on a pair of thigh high boots the male groin becomes a magnet to my legs and feet ~laughs~).

Both enable the dominatrix to provoke a wonderfully rich variety of screams, sobs, and pleas for mercy from her victim.

Bondage is an often used possibility, especially in more extreme ballbusting sessions where the male slave is bound with his legs spread far apart for easier access. But in all cases, the more helpless the slave is made to feel, the greater the psychological effect on him. Bondage can greatly amplify this.

Is it dangerous? Yes… which is part of what builds that intense atmosphere. You’re fucking with a very sensitive part of the body… if you don’t know what you are doing, or you are flat out stupid, you can really hurt yourself. Thus – listen to your friggin dominatrix when she tells you what to watch for and avoid. Extreme ballbusting can easily damage a man, as can brutal CBT styles… but often the most risky techniques are those that limit or restrict blood circulation since the pain – which is the body’s warning signal – can greatly decrease if numbness sets in. And while numbness might not hurt a lot, the related consequences can cause permanent damage. I’ve heard some truly nightmarish femdom stories of cock and ball torture gone very bad. While extreme CBT stories may really turn you on… the line between fantasy and reality exists for a very good reason.

I’ll be writing a lot more about this subject in the future… this is enough for right now ~smiles~

 
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Cock and ball torture takes advantage of a very vulnerable part of the male body.
Exploiting it’s weakness to put the dominatrix in a very powerful position.
But I often like to push this even more… first through the use of bondage…
And then through the violation of another very vulnerable spot on a man…
His tight little asshole… forced open by my big, thick strapon.

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Violated in The Park – Part VI – “Ballbusting and Forced Bondage”

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(By: Domina Cinara) His cock was hard and in need of stroking, but I told him to keep his hands off it… that I wanted every single inch of his huge penis inside of me and not a single thrust wasted.

Of course that was total fucking bullshit ~laughs~

There was something huge that was going to be inside of someone very soon… a huge dildo that this strapon Domina was going to ram up this moron’s tight virgin ass… that’s what ~grinz evil~. My femdom stories don’t end with anyone but me doing the driving… especially when we’re talking about strapon sex stories.

Smiling playfully, I turned away from him letting my hands slide slowly down my sides to the edges of the thigh high boots I was wearing. Then I curled my fingers under my dress and lifted it up over my hips to my waist, fully exposing my ass and the black lace panties I was wearing. I then bent over, arching my back and spreading my long legs wide to tease him with as good a look as he could get in the dim light of the distant streetlamps.

I lingered like that for a few moments, letting the view totally captivate him… then reached down to my handbag and took out both pairs of handcuffs, causing his eyebrows to rise in an inquisitive look and his cock to jump with interest.

I walked to the chain link fence and reaching up, locked one cuff from each to the fence, spacing them wide. Leaving my arms stretched out above me with my wrists next to the handcuffs, I looked over my shoulder and asked, “Do you like bondage sex… do you want to fuck a helpless girl in the ass while she‘s handcuffed to a fence?”

“Yeah, I like bondage and anal sex… and I know I’m going to like putting my cock up your slut ass,” he replied.

“Then come fuck me right now… I’ve been aching for forced anal sex all night long and I want you to rip my tight asshole apart!”

When he heard me say that, he all but ran at me… his huge penis like a spear aimed at my near naked butt. He was so charged up that what I did next caught him totally off guard… just as I had planned.

Turning when he was half way to me, I brought one of my thigh high boots up into his groin in a ballbusting kick so hard that his eyeballs almost exploded from his head. Stumbling, with his momentum still carrying him forward, I grabbed him by the shoulder and threw him into the fence. I tried to get a firm hold on one of his wrists, but there was still some fight in him as he struggled clumsily. Closing my right fist tight, I dropped down a little behind him to bring one of those long leather gloves up between his legs… once, twice, three times… the balled leather fist repeatedly connecting with his exposed sack… each ballbusting punch sapping the last bits of his strength as he sagged down against the fence.

It took near no effort at all for me to pull one wrist and then the other up to the handcuffs and lock them in. The nausea and pain made it hard for him to stand… so he just hung there, helplessly.

There is no better way for a woman to physically destroy a man than by extreme ballbusting… be it a kick to the groin or a full punch in the balls. Game over… the female wins again.

Now, finally, he looked good enough to fuck… hanging there helpless by his wrists… face pressed up against the fence… ready for whatever I wanted to do to him.

I closed my eyes and smiled… enjoying the soft gasps of pain that were coming from him… and how hot and wet my pussy had suddenly gotten.

I slipped off my black lace panties… the cool night air feeling nice against the wet between my legs. I knew the yelling and screaming would soon begin, so to avoid possible attention that might bring, I pulled his head back by the hair, and forced my panties into his mouth. I then took the leather cord from my hair and wrapped it around his head, tying the panty gag firmly in place.

(When I feel like posting – Part VII – of this story, there will be a link here – Femdom Stories )

 
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There’s nothing wrong with femdom strapon sex.
Yeah, fetish sites say things like that all the time, but forget about their excuses.
You are a pathetic submissive bitch made to be used by dominant women.
Whether it’s healthy, normal or whatever doesn’t matter for shit to me.
I say it’s fine to do, because I like it… and that’s the only reason that ever matters.
Any extreme Dominatrix Cinara enjoys is fine… screw any fool that thinks otherwise.

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Violated in The Park – Part V – “Down In The Park”

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(By: Domina Cinara) A moment after the engine had stopped, my driver was standing beside the car holding the door open for me. I leaned over and unzipped the pants of the guy sitting next to me… then I pulled his fully erect penis out. It was big… really big… and the head was already well coated in pre-cum. It throbbed as it stood there… and he gasped as I shoved a leather glove down in his pants to roughly pull his balls out too, fully exposing his entire package.

“Leave it out, and follow me,” I said.

As I stepped into the night air, I made sure I gave him a nice long look at my tight ass as it left the vehicle… the fabric of my dress stretched across it, outlining my curves perfectly. I wanted the focus of his small mind limited to thoughts of my body and what he thought he was going to do to it.

But my show had a wider audience than I intended… out of the corner of my eye I caught my driver looking at my ass too. Immediately one of my leather gloved hands shot out and slapped him hard across the face. He knows he’s not supposed to make eye contact. The slap brought him back to reality in an instant, and his eyes shot forward in an expressionless stare. The guy I had chosen as my night’s plaything was exiting the car as it happened, and he started laughing… he thought it funny, how my driver was my obedient bitch… with every step he was getting closer to learning who the real bitch boy was tonight.

After the corrective slap, I walked away from the car, not looking back… my strapon packed leather handbag close to my side. We had arrived at a small park… a dark, empty place – at least so far as any of us could tell. I like having sex in public places, not just for strapon sex but any kind of domination sex or femdom play. Public humiliation can be an especially rewarding experience ~grinz~ I’m a shameless exhibitionist at heart, and having an audience just cranks the intensity up for me.

I walked off towards the far side of the park… a secluded spot wedged between a chain link fence and the park’s only structure – a small stone building surrounded by trees. Standing in the shadows by the fence, I turned around and beckoned my chosen victim to come closer.

His huge cock was still out, as ordered… the long shaft rock solid hard. I could tell he was proud of it… not a touch of humiliation on his face at being so exposed. I smiled as he walked towards me, my eyes on his penis… yeah it was impressive, but what was making me smile were thoughts of CBT (cock and ball torture). I almost forgot about the femdom strapon sex I had planned for tonight, as I imagined my long leather gloves choking and punching the hell out of this idiot’s cock and balls. Maybe some foreplay before I put my huge dildo on.

He could see what my eyes were fixed on, but he had no idea what I was really thinking. If he knew what kind of ballbusting shit was running through my mind he’d probably run from me like a scared child. Instead, he took the look I was giving his penis to mean I wanted it inside of me bad.

Funny how the mind of a true dominatrix usually holds femdom fantasies far darker than you’d like. A female sexual sadist isn’t a play toy for your satisfaction. A dominant woman really into this shit is going to tear you apart for her pleasure… relishing your pain.

I let my hands run slowly along the parts of my body he was most interested in… first playing with my tits… cupping and squeezing them, before pinching the nipples hard… then they moved down my stomach to rest between my legs. Mesmerized by the sudden show, he stopped about 6 feet from me to watch my long leather gloves as they writhed across my abdomen… hands pulling at my dress, teasing him with thoughts of what lay just beneath.

He started stroking his cock as he watched me… but I told him to stop. None of that shit you male pig… but I wasn’t getting into that with him… not when we were so close to what I really wanted.

I smiled sexy and told him to save it… that I was going to take care of him real good… and I didn’t want even a single stroke of that big cock wasted… I wanted all of it in me.

(When next chapter in this story – Part VI – is posted, this link will be active – Femdom Stories )

 
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The sort of sexual fantasies I have are very dark.
It’s not just female domination that gets me off, I find fear intoxicating.
I can be gentle and even caring, but what I really like…
The kind of extreme domination sex that floods the senses.
The same holds true of my taste in pornography and femdom stories…
I like reading domina stories that are very graphic, dirty and dangerous.

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