Forced Femdom Stories

(By: Strapon Domina Cinara) In the post I wrote yesterday, I spoke about sexual impalement, and how much the subject – both the historical form of extreme torture and execution, and the more limited sexual fetish – excites me. Today I thought I’d write a semi-fictional story describing such a scene in a dark forced femdom setting.

I’m probably going to record it as a long femdom audio too, so it’s written in a style with that in mind.

 
Sexual Impalement Stories – “Forced To Have One Last Orgasm”
 

Imagine being dragged into a dark room by two tall women in dominatrix leather… your body naked but for the chains around your ankles and wrists. Other women can be seen standing silently in the shadows, some with male slaves kneeling at their feet… all eyes are on you.

At the center of the room is a large scaffold… with a chain hanging down from its crossbeam. A hooded dominatrix in a black leather bodysuit stands alone atop the scaffold… arms crossed… waiting for you to be brought to her.

As you’re forced up the wooden steps… a woman you cannot see begins to read a list of “crimes”… they are the offenses for which you are to be executed by anal impalement.

You try to struggle, but are easily overpowered by those you now recognize as your dominatrix executioners… your naked body no match for the Amazon muscles that writhe beneath the tight leather these powerful women wear. Your cries for mercy echo the walls of the room with no response… the audience has no sympathy for you. Your arms are forced above your head by strong dominatrix hands… the chain at your wrists is attached to the one now hanging above you from the crossbeam. You hear a winch start to crank… and the chain your wrists hang from slowly starts to rise.

The others leave you… only the hooded dominatrix remains… standing by the machine that slowly pulls your arms straight up over your head, lifting you onto your toes. The winch soon stops and silence descends over the room… the muscles of your arms ache as your body’s weight pulls against them.

Moments later a loud crash makes your heart jump in fear, and suddenly the floor drops away beneath you, leaving you dangling by your wrists. Panic makes your legs kick franticly, searching for something solid to stand on, but the chain that is around your ankles makes it impossible for you to spread your legs far. You look down and see a tall wooden pole directly beneath you… it’s tip tapered to a rounded point, and coated with some kind of gel. The memory of those words… “anal impalement”… spoken in that cold female voice just moments ago… fills your mind with terror.

And then you hear the winch start again… but this time, the chain is slowly being lowered… and you with it… descending down towards the tall, thick shaft that awaits your asshole. One of the dominatrix executioners appears below you… ready to guide the impalement pole inside… the clicking of the chain marking its steady approach. You struggle to no avail… and your cries have no impact on the stolid onlookers.

Your fear reaches new heights as you feel the tip brush against your bare bottom… the hands of the dominatrix take hold of your hips as she lines you up with the shaft. The chain clicks a few more times… dropping you down by inches… and then it’s there. The tip of the impalement pole touches your asshole and the intense fear that floods your body in response, makes your heart feels like its going to explode… your butt clenches tight, keeping the shaft out for a moment… your body rests briefly atop the pole, the pain and pressure between your legs building quickly… you feel the tension in your arms relax for a second… more and more of your body’s weight comes to rest on the thick shaft that’s trying to force its way inside of you… and then suddenly your ass gives… and the thick shaft rushes in… you scream in pain as it fills you.

Writhing in agony atop the ever thickening shaft, you dance uncontrollably. The chain clicks 5 more times… 5 more inches are forced inside of you as your body slides farther down the impalement pole… and then it stops with a sudden jerk.

You have no idea how much of the shaft you’ve taken, but you can feel it getting a lot thicker with every inch more… your ass is on fire and even though it hurts to move, your legs twist and turn in a series of spams brought on by the pain… the instinctual need to escape driving your limbs into desperation. Your hands grab hold of the chain, arms struggling in a vain attempt to pull you off the pole… but it’s in too deep for you to get off… and the reward of your efforts is only more suffering as you slide back down the shaft.

The hooded dominatrix stands above you, her hand on the lever of the winch. Your body has stopped descending, but the expectation of this anonymous woman in black leather turning the machine back on fills you full of dread.

Then you feel a hand take hold of your cock… your body jumps reflexively at the unexpected touch and a new flood of pain courses inside of you. You look down to see a young female slave in a heavy leather collar standing there, her face very close to your penis. She starts stroking your swollen dick slowly with one hand… to your shame you realize that you were fully erect before she even touched it. Your penis seems to have a mind of it’s own… no matter the fear and pain you’ve felt, your cock has gotten extremely aroused.

And then she takes it into her mouth… her tongue caressing the shaft as the entire length of your penis disappears behind her full lips.

A strong female voice speaks – “That slave whore is going to give you the best cocksucking you’ve ever had… as long as you don’t cum, the pole won’t go any deeper inside of you… but the instant you orgasm, the chain will be released and you’ll be dropped down fully on the shaft.”

The slave girl removes your cock from her mouth and looks up at you with a smile on her face… an evil look in her eyes that tells you she is not on your side… she wants your cum in her mouth… but she wants to see you dance on that pole even more… she wants to touch her wet pussy as she watches you slide down it’s thick shaft… masturbating while the full length is forced ever deeper inside of you… the cries of her orgasms blending with those of your final screams.

With that smile still on her face… she wraps her lips around your cock and slides the full length of your penis along her tongue, nearly to the back of her throat. She begins moving her head back and forth… fucking you with her warm, wet mouth… at first you think she’s humming as she blows you… but then you realize she‘s laughing… she knows the outcome is inevitable… and she can’t wait to see it.

 
This link – Sexual Impalement Stories – leads to the femdom audio version of this story.

 
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Like I said, I think sexual impalement, especially anal impalement, is very hot.
I don’t have a death fetish really… I just love seeing fear and feeling absolute power.
I’m a sexual sadist… it’s who I am and what I get off on.
And darker, forced femdom themes feed my addictions best of all.

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Anal Impalement

(By: Strapon Domina Cinara) I started talking about this in an earlier post – Femdom Stories – Anal Impalement – and said I would get into greater detail in the future… well, here ya go.

My sexual fantasies span quite a number of extreme fetish subjects. One of those is impalement… specifically through forced anal insertion.

There’s just something so hot about slowly impaling a helpless slave on a long, thick rod… their hands locked in chains, arms stretched out above them… legs left free for them to kick and struggle – dancing on the stake… naked body very slowly lowered, allowing their own body weight to drive the pole in.

~grinz wicked evil~ The thought of stuff like that gets me wet so easily.

I know most people think it sounds sick to be into something like that ~laughs~… but as I said, there’s all kinds of heavy shit I get off on. I love to masturbate to nasty fetish pictures and extreme femdom stories about impalement, hanging, racking, etc… sometimes I plant my puppy slave’s face between my legs while I sit there happily lost in these torture fantasies.

I think what I like really isn’t so much the “death” aspect… but the extreme fear. I devour fear and it turns me on in exactly the way you’d expect it would a sadistic dominatrix. The idea of sexual impalement – the victim led to the stake… the look in their eyes when they first see the pole… the pleas for mercy that rush from their lips… eyes going frantic as they’re bent over, or lowered onto the stake… the cries when it first goes in… the frenzied struggles and pathetic screams as it’s forced deeper and deeper inside… mmhhmmmmmm ~grinz and laughs~. I keep writing like that and I’ll be typing with one hand.

I’ve obviously never been involved with a true impalement in real life – by that I mean the historical form of brutal torture and execution. But I have done “safe” versions of the fully developed fetish form, where the act is staged in a very controlled setting. Consider it a type of extreme sexual role-play where the impalement and events surrounding it are recreated in an intensely erotic way.

There are all kinds of examples I could give… things I’ve done myself or with groups of others, to live BDSM shows I’ve watched, etc… lots of good femdom stories to be told ~grinz~. Sometimes these scenes can have a very heavy theatrical element – like a whole party centered around the sexual impalement (or hanging, etc.) of a slave, with everyone taking a part in the drama as it unfolds (yeah, lots of twisted underground BDSM parties go on in the city where things get really wild… someday I‘ll tell you about the crucifixion I watched). Literally a fully developed extreme fantasy.

There are many ways to sexually enjoy extreme torture without causing extreme damage… it’s all about creating an atmosphere that feeds the fetish and fantasy… pushing limits to create an intense scene without crossing the line.

That’s not to say this cannot be dangerous… depending on how the impalement is staged and how intense you want things to get, it can be very risky. Those setting things up have to really know what they are doing – this isn’t a fetish for the clueless to mess around with… both in terms of those staging the event, and those being the focus of it.

But there are other ways to enjoy this fetish in far simpler ways, that while not developing the concept as fully, still touch on it nicely. Consider something like a spreader bar set between the ankles, with a pole running up between the legs. A good sized dildo attached to the top of the pole and inserted into the anus or pussy, with the base of the pole locked to the spreader bar… the end result being an upside down “T” with the point deep inside of the slave (you can even make it adjustable so you can slide the pole up by inches or half inches once it‘s in place). Leave the slave standing with his hands in some sort of bondage (arms above head is most common, but tied behind the back can be very interesting due to balance issues), and there are all kinds of things you can do then… a leather whip comes to my mind right away… some seriously brutal CBT can be very evil in this position… or if the slave is female and you put the “impalement pole” into her pussy, you can fuck her ass with a strapon, stuffing her fully. (Trust me, that’s a lesbian domination scene I’ve enjoyed often… I will tell some stories about that soon.)

Fucking machines can also be incorporated into sexual impalement very easily. The impersonal, unforgiving nature of a machine adds greatly to the sense of helplessness and fear, especially when coupled with bondage and a gag (or a hood). It’s not a dominatrix driving the dildo in and out of your ass, it’s this cold mechanical thing that has no sense of the frailty of a human being… and you’re trapped as it violates you repeatedly.

I’ve seen slaves cum incredibly hard from such penetration. The prostate stimulation obviously contributing to the intensity of the orgasm, along with the immersion in an extreme fetish setting that overwhelms their senses. Not just their cocks gushing cum, but also anal orgasms so powerful that they’ve been left almost completely spent, sagging helplessly upon the dildo/pole that’s inside of them.

And obviously, my interest in sexual impalement fits right in with my love of strapon sex and anal fisting ~grinz~. In this case, the pole they are to be impaled upon is a part of me… with their suffering body trapped on the end of my huge cock. Slip me into a tight harness with a long, thick dildo hanging down heavy between my legs and I feel like I’m armed for battle ~laughs~… ready to ass fuck any man into total submission.

 
(Keep getting phone sex calls so I’m going to cut this off here for now.)

I’ll write more on this soon…

Update – here’s something else I’ve since written on this fetish – Sexual Impalement Stories

 
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When I die I know I am going to hell.
An eternity of inflicting sexual torture on helpless souls is the reward I expect.
I’ll be an arch-demoness with no limits what-so-ever ~grinz evil~
But for now… my mortal form loves the full range of femdom sex and BDSM.
And I’m still burdened with a heart and some degree of conscience…
So you’re somewhat safe, just so long as you remember…
It’s always Dominatrix Cinara who’s the one in control of whatever we do.

Forced Bi Phone Sex

(By: Domina Cinara) So I’ve got this guy I’ve been doing forced bi phone sex calls with for a couple years now. He started off the way most do – your basic anal training and strapon play – followed by some pretend forced cocksucking with “realistic” dildos. At first he kept saying how he wasn’t “gay” or anything like that, just wanted a strapon domina to use and humiliate him etc. But when I put him on a daily cum eating schedule, he finally admitted to me that he had bi sex fantasies.

I’d known this since our earliest phone sex sessions. I used to purposely make comments about how I was going to make him suck a real cock someday, or how I was going to post his name and number to a gay sex exchange, etc… just to tease him. It got him so excited, even though he tired to hide it at first ~laughs~. He wanted to be under the control of a strapon dominatrix who would peg and own his ass, but also make him to live out his forced bi fantasies. Lot of closet cock sluts need a dominant woman like me to command them into being the whores they want to be.

But let’s get to the real point ~grinz evil~

We’ve been playing out forced bi stories and scenes through phone sex for months now… and tonight is the big night.

Yup… tonight he’s going out for the first time to suck some real cock!

~does her happy dominatrix dance~

He’s in the city already and going to a video store that has a gloryhole setup in the back. He thinks he’s going to kneel down and suck a single anonymous cock to orgasm and go home… but oh no… I’ve got a big surprise for him ~laughs~.

You see, during our forced bi phone sex calls there are all kinds of femdom stories we play out… it used to be simple stuff but it’s gotten really heavy and dirty now ~grinz~… and there’s one thing we do very often as part of most scenes.

I made him get a pair of long dildos with suction cup bases… he sticks them to the walls of his hallway, opposite one another… then he gets down on all fours, taking one in his ass and one in his mouth… and he rocks back and forth on them, as if he’s being fucked from both ends. When I let him have an orgasm, he smears the cum all over one penis and then sucks and licks it all down.

What started out as bi sex curiosity has turned into him dreaming about being the over stuffed anal slut in the middle of a gangbang… well, ready or not here they come ~laughs~.

So I called two gay guys I know and told them to head down to the same gloryhole and wait for him.

He’s really scared but really excited… and he has no idea these gay boys are waiting there for him. I just wish I could see the look on his face when they corner him and push him into a booth. I told them that if he really freaks out they can drop my name, but otherwise just go for it and say nothing! They’re a lot bigger than him so they’ll easily overpower his sissy ass.

We’ve been doing dominatrix phone sex calls for so long that I know him really well… he’ll probably freak at first but then he’ll submit and really get into it.

It’s quite possible he will leave thinking he was grabbed and raped… and not know anything about me setting it up. I really am certain he will give in without them saying anything about me… he wants this so bad.

It’s not truly a forced bi gangbang, since it‘s only two gay guys… but more than enough for him right now… and I’m sure it will be a night he’ll never forget ~grinz so evil~

It’s probably happening right now ~laughs~

 
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Could you be a cum eating whore if that’s what I wanted you to be?
Forced to suck as many cocks as I put in front of you… swallowing down each orgasm.
With me behind you… my strapon deep in your slut ass… directing the show?

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I’ll train you for all the cocksucking and cum eating you can handle.
And when you’re ready… I’ll set you up with the real thing and fulfill all your fantasies.

 
Violated in The Park – Part XI – “Turned Into A Gay Whore For A Forced Bi Gangbang”

Forced Bi Stories

(By: Strapon Domina Cinara) And here‘s the last chapter in this forced femdom story…

“Mind if I take a turn on that pussy?”

Those words still bring a smile to my face as I remember them now ~grinz~

They were spoken by a rather large black man who was standing off to the side, slowly stroking his massive cock as he watched me strapon rape the man I had handcuffed to the park fence. His voice startled me… I had not known there was anyone there… my focus having been entirely on the amazing orgasm I had gotten off of grinding my victim’s no longer virgin asshole.

Did I mind if this well hung black guy took a turn on my helpless white boy’s “pussy”? ~laughs~

I’d taken his anal virginity… fucked his ass with my strapon til I had an orgasm… and left his butt well broken open for more cock.

What the hell did I care how many dicks went inside of him now? I’d just got done forcing him to take my strapon… gay rape sounded good to me. His ass could get stuffed full of cum til he started coughing up mouthfuls of sperm for all I cared ~laughs~

I had him first… now he was just a used up anal whore as far as I was concerned… and handcuffed to the fence like that, he sure wasn’t in any position to say no.

I wasn’t going to leave my panty gag in his mouth though… never leave evidence behind ~laughs~. So I took the knife from my leather handbag (I always carry this long, slim knife with a razor edge), cut his underwear off, and replaced my panties with his briefs.

My anal whore was aware of what was about to happen to him… how my strapon rape of his ass was about to turn into his first forced bi experience with a very well endowed black man. When the panty gag came off he started begging and pleading with me… saying how he wasn’t gay and that he wouldn’t tell anyone what I did if I just let him go now.

Before I could say anything, his big black stud replied for me…

“Stop tryin to talk like you’re a man… you can‘t be gay… only men are gay… how can a sweet little girl like you be a faggot… pussy like your’s is made for cock.”

I couldn’t have said it better myself.

It was then that I saw there were two other black guys standing off in the shadows. They were both eyeing me hard, but the look I gave them took any thoughts of having me out of their heads, and they instead focused their attention where I expected them to.

As they walked over to join their friend, they both unzipped their pants and pulled out cocks nearly as big as the first guy’s. It was going to be a forced bi gangbang… what a perfect ending ~laughs~.

They started grabbing and slapping his ass… spreading his cheeks to examine his helpless little asshole… running hands up his chest to pull his nipples and grab his flesh as if he had tits… shoving fingers up his butt to finger fuck him… a blur of very rough foreplay that made the little bitch start to cry like a baby ~laughs~

While one got down behind him to probe his ass more intently with his fingers… the others wrapped their belts around the white boy’s ankles, pulling them wide apart, and tying them to the fence. They then ripped or cut what was left of his clothes off his body, leaving him completely naked and spread.

The white boy looked terrified, his head whipping back and forth, fear going to new heights as he watched the men surrounding him, knowing he was about to be the bound anal slut in the middle of a forced bi gangbang.

“Yeah… this white pussy is nice and wet… just the way I like it… I‘m gonna dump a hot load of cum deep inside of you bitch… then maybe I‘ll dig it out and feed it to you later.”

The first black guy positioned himself close behind the soon-to-be gay whore… rubbing his penis up and down the crack of the white boy’s “pussy”… and then he suddenly lunged forward and forced his cock inside as his friends laughed and cheered him on. The white boy could do nothing but scream into his gag and take it as these hard, pounding thrusts invaded his body… the big black hands of the stud locked tight on white hips, forcing his bitch to be still. It was like seeing a huge bull violently rape a helpless little sheep… the white boy could do nothing but cry and claw at the fence while that huge black cock further violated his already broken bottom.

I slipped out of my strapon as I watched. As much as I was enjoying the performance – a forced bi gangbang is a wondrous joy to behold ~laughs~ – I knew I’d better get out of there before anyone else showed up. The possibility of seeing some forced cum eating after a chain of anal creampies of course had my attention, but things were escalating fast and I had no intention of being there if the “authorities” suddenly arrived. So I gathered my things, putting panties and strapon in my leather handbag, and silently walked away.

As I disappeared into the shadows I wondered what would happen to my anal whore. Would they just fuck him and leave him there to be found in the morning… cum dripping out of his well used asshole. Or would they perhaps take him home and truly make him their anal whore… kept as a forced bi slave… passed around as a cum slut between their friends… sold off to serve customers willing to pay for his mouth and pussy… never to be seen again.

I imagined some forced crossdressing too… they were treating him like a little gay whore, so might as well dress him like one too. Who knows… maybe someday I’d see him on a street corner late at night with nothing but a pair of white thigh high boots, stockings, garter belt, panties and a bra on… with a big black pimp a few feet away, closely watching over his bitch. Gay rape could be his invitation into a whole new exciting lifestyle full of lucrative career opportunities ~laughs~

And so it was with these pleasant thoughts dancing in my head that I went home that night… The End.

 
You can find the first chapter of this story here – Violated In The Park. And visit my Femdom Erotica collection linked on the upper left of this page to find other femdom stories I’ve written along with dominatrix pictures of me and free erotic audio clips I’ve recorded.

 
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Public sex acts often have a way of running their own course.
Like in the case of this story, things started off with bondage and strapon sex…
And then unexpectedly ended in an interracial forced bi gangbang.
When you have sex in public all kinds of possibilities present themselves.
A good dominatrix will take advantage of interesting opportunities.

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Violated in The Park – Part VIII – “I’m Going To Rape Your Ass Now”

Femdom Strapon Stories

(By: Strapon Domina Cinara) How could I ever truly explain this to any of you?

I love those moments just before I rape a man‘s ass… when this intensity just seems to fill everything… and I feel almost drunk on the power and control… the sadist in me raging to be fully released… held back for just a moment as I stand inches from what I want… teasing myself until my breathing turns almost animalistic… my sight shifting suddenly, seeming to go darker yet more clear… everything closing in with such focus and single-minded purpose… til all noise leaves my hearing, but for the helpless sounds of my victim.

If you could feel what I do in those moments, you’d understand why I’m a dominatrix… why female domination is so absolutely natural and necessary to me… and why I’m a proud sadist who greedily feeds her extreme sexual addictions every chance she gets.

I could see he was scared.

Hanging there by his wrists against the fence… legs kicked open, pants down around his ankles, ass fully exposed. He was completely helpless, totally under my control, and so very scared… and I loved it.

Each time he looked over his shoulder at me, the sight of his frightened eyes sent a shiver of pure pleasure through my body… and I wanted more.

When I had kicked him hard in his ass, planting the tip of my thigh high boot in his asshole, I saw his eyes close tight in pain. I could have stopped right there and brought myself to orgasm so easily just by shoving a hand down my panties as I watched him suffer. But the huge dildo I was wearing demanded its sacrifice… and the demon in me had barely begun to feed.

A dry ass fuck has a really evil edge to it that can be so very good for a dominatrix like me. But when the dildo is as big as the one I had on at the time of this forced femdom story, strapon sex can take a lot of effort, particularly with a virgin ass. It’s a great workout for your core muscles – trust me, that’s part of why my waist and hips are so firm and tight (seriously) – but when you want to pop a tight cherry butt and then fuck it fast and deep, there’s nothing wrong with a bit of anal lube. I often use a good deal of spit during femdom strapon sex, but in a case like this I didn’t intend on leaving any fluid evidence behind ~grinz~.

“Yeah, baby-boy… I’m going to rape your ass now,” I said to him in this mocking-sweet voice as I lubed up the strapon, “I’m going to shove my big, thick cock up your butt and fuck you until I cum.”

I got up close behind him, and started rubbing the tip of the dildo against his tiny asshole, wiping lube around the opening… teasing him with what was to come. His butt tightened as I did it, but the cheeks couldn’t push the huge strapon away, instead they looked like they were clutching my cock in a tight embrace.

“Awe… yeah… you‘re a scared little slut, aren’t you… a frightened little virgin afraid it’s going to hurt… well, you should be scared… because I’m going to make sure it hurts… I’m going to use you like a dirty anal whore… and after I‘m done turning your ass into my fuckhole, you‘ll never be the same.”

I spread my legs wide, dropping down a little to get under him… then I dug my hands into the soft flesh of his ass and pulled his cheeks apart. His body tightened up and his head whipped around to look at me, fear screaming in his eyes. I smiled when I saw the look in them… this wave of pure pleasure flooding through my body as I fed on his fear. Then I clenched my teeth and my smile turned dark as my hips thrust forward. He scrambled against the fence, frantically trying to lift himself up and away… but what comes up must come down… and I just shifted my body, keeping the strapon pressed hard against his asshole, getting the first inch in as I positioned myself perfectly under him. His scrambling only lasted a few seconds and cost him far more than it was worth. He couldn’t go very far with his pants tied around his ankles and hands cuffed to the fence… and when he lost his footing my cock was waiting right there for him to impale his ass on.

And… it… was… fucking… fantastic!

I swear I almost exploded in orgasm right then… it was more perfect than I could have hoped for.

His body slipped suddenly and fell down on my cock with almost the whole thing ramming full up his ass in that single moment. He let out this scream that my panty gag did little to stifle… and he was wracked with these amazing convulsions that shot from his body, right through the strapon, to my clit. Holy shit was that fucking good and it went on so long I thought they would never end. I didn’t even do anything more than try to keep my balance there as he twisted and turned in pain, shifting the base of the strapon back and forth against my clit. I didn’t do a damn thing, I just let his pain ride my cock and it felt so friggin‘ good… I closed my eyes and let his suffering take me where I wanted to go.

But I knew it wouldn’t really go on forever like that… and when his movements slowed, I opened my eyes and began to show him what forced anal sex is all about.

(This link – Femdom Stories – will be active when Part IX of this forced strapon story is posted.)

 
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My favorite sex stories usually have a forced femdom element to them.
I like seeing men get tied up and used like dogs ~laughs~.
Sure, some can be favored slave pets that you keep and play with nicely.
But there are times that the female sexual sadist in me just screams to be fed…
Then the demon looks for a random male dog it can just tear into and throw away.

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Female Domination

(By: Domina Cinara) So my hand is getting better… I think. Still hurts when I try to do things but what the hell. I got sick of having the cast on so I cut it off myself… besides, there’s nothing sexy about one of those things ~winks~.

My puppy slave has been taking care of me… awe!… I had to expand her duties a bit beyond her normal puppy training. Biggest hassle most have with a cast is not getting it wet when they bathe… that’s not a problem for me since puppy often gets in the shower with me anyway… she’s just been bathing me fully now ~grinz~. Puppy slut gives such wonderfully thorough tongue baths… she knows to give extra special attention to all the good spots.

There’s a male slave in the area that I’ve known for a few years. I’ve done female domination sessions with him in the past – nothing long term, just single scenes when I was here visiting. Now that I’ve moved back east I’ve been training him more seriously… and boy does he need it. He was scheduled for punishment this past week, and when I broke my hand I think he figured he had gotten some sort of a “stay of execution”.

Big wrong there.

I love leather whips… as much as I love strapons but in a different way. A leather whip is like a wonderful close friend a dominatrix loves with deep affection… a strapon is more an extension of herself. So it’s not so much “love” one more than the other, it’s just a different feeling, at least for me

The thing is… I’ve trained very heavily in the use of whips… everything from nasty little flicker whips to long braided single tail whips. They make me happy and I love to hold them… kinda like a little girl with her favorite dolly ~laughs~.

Back when I was a teenager I saw a professional dominatrix totally go off on a bound male slave with one leather whip in each hand. It was like watching a femdom BDSM version of one of those heavily choreographed kung-fu movies… the pair of single tail whips spinning and lashing out in perfect time with absolute control. She could shift from tease to torture and back again in the blink of an eye, the lengths of leather literally dancing in her hands. I totally wanted to learn how to do that, and when I put my mind to something it happens. She was a lesbian and I’m hot so in no time I was in bed with her and she was happily giving me regular lessons in a variety of different whips and whipping styles, demonstrated and practiced on the naked bodies her male slave clients (I think I was around 17 at the time and she was well over 40 ~laughs~… but damn did it get my pussy wet watching her whip men).

I feel myself slipping into a long dominatrix story here, detailing my history with the whip… I’m going to cut that short before I go off on a long tangent – that story will have to wait for another day. Besides, my hand still hurts if I type too much. Suffice it to say for now, what started with fascination at how this professional dominatrix could wield a pair of single tail whips, with years of practice developed into me becoming even better than she was.

When it comes to whips I’m totally ambidextrous. I can use one with my left hand just as well as with my right. Or in other words, a broken right hand isn’t going to stop a thing. If anything, it’s just going to make the femdom punishment I dish out all the more extreme.

And that’s exactly what happened to that male slave when he came to me.

Boy did I fucking light up his body. No floggers, flickers, crops or any of that bullshit. 6 foot single tail whip right away. He looked like he was going to shit himself when he saw that leather snake uncoil in front of him… he was already tied up and gagged so what the hell was he going to do ~laughs~. I started on his back but I decided to let out all of my anger over my broken hand on him, and so it turned into a full body whipping. Puppy slave would normally be so excited to see something like that, almost bouncing around the room… but I think in this case she was more relieved. I think she’s been worried I was going to vent on her. She’s been burying her face between my legs every chance she gets, trying to keep me happy and relaxed ~laughs~. (Puppy slave screams and cries so wonderfully when she’s whipped… those full body sobs female slaves make that are so damn hot and delicious… the heavy use of a leather whip is a mixed love/hate thing with her… I’d say she’s a reluctant pain slut ~grinz~).

I let puppy slut jerk him off when the femdom punishment session was done. I didn’t let her use her mouth on him, I wanted her to give him a really rough hand job so he wouldn’t mistake the orgasm as some sort of “loving reward”… besides, he was half out of it by then, so her hard cock stroking helped bring him back around. No ruined orgasm or anything like that, I knew his body was fully charged and alive after the whipping, so I wanted the cum to explode from him. It did, and she caught it in a glass and then I force fed it to him.

What kind of dominatrix would I be if I didn’t make sure my male sex slaves got every bit of protein their bodies need? ~laughs~ It’s not forced cum eating… it’s good nutritional care of my livestock.

 
Strapon Domina Cinara
Femdom Stories – Erotic Audio
Female Domination Phone Sex
1-877-274-8292

 
I’ve got a new Dominatrix Phone Sex Number.
The extension part of the old one made it feel a little clumsy to me so I switched.
The old one still works for now… but I want you to start using 1-877-274-8292 now.

CBT Phone Sex

(By: Domina Cinara) I wrote a post a few days ago entitled – “He Said He Could Handle Brutal CBT… He Was Wrong”… and boy, what a reaction that one has gotten ~laughs~.

I’m not at all surprised or disappointed… both in terms of the number of people contacting me about the story, and the content of their messages. People always freak out a bit over things like that… but the “freaking out” is almost always mixed with clear fascination and sexual excitement. They act shocked but want to know oh-so-much more… telling me that my femdom stories make them both aroused and afraid ~laughs~.

Let me clear things up a little…

With something like a CBT phone sex call, things get broken up into two basic categories… those that want to “do” it… and those that want to fantasize about doing it.

In the first case, the sessions I do as a professional dominatrix are all consensual. Whether face-to-face or phone sex, they’d have to be. That’s part of what professional means in this context. Some like it extreme… some like it soft… what I do with each reflects what we both like and what I recognize them capable of handling, within the limits of what we’ve prior discussed (sometimes what they’re truly capable of handling is actually much less than the limits they thought they could… part of being a good dominatrix and a professional is the ability to recognize this quickly, adjust the scene accordingly, and still make it excellent).

In CBT phone sex or any kind of femdom torture, a line of limitation is drawn by the simple fact that whatever occurs is obviously self inflicted. Consent is a constant factor, as is communication since we’re on the phone and all actions must be expressed. I like to make my sessions intense and exciting, but like I’ve already said, I read and recognize the appropriate limits of my callers and stay within them. With those that are new, I start off easy… you get the best long term results from slave training that is well paced.

In the second case, many phone sex callers aren’t into actually doing what excites them… they love talking about it but wouldn’t really do it. They’re more interested in the role-playing of shared fantasies that phone sex makes possible, especially when it comes to what falls under extreme femdom BDSM.

For example… last week a guy I haven’t spoken to since I moved contacted me. Last time we talked we did a CBT phone sex session that got a bit heavy. He was telling me that he still remembered how at the end of the call I carved my name into the side of his cock with a razor blade. Obviously I didn’t actually do that, we were on the phone… but the cock and ball torture scene we did was intense and he still thinks about it ~grinz~

One of the best parts about dominatrix phone sex – which is also one of the main reasons I got involved with it – is this opportunity to explore all kinds of different extreme fantasies with people who otherwise would have little or no outlet for what they dream about. I’ve played out all kinds of fetish scenes with callers that have been amazing to explore. Some reflect things I’ve actually done in real life… while others hit the dark places in my mind that I love to get off to but could never realistically, or legally, touch ~laughs~.

So stop worrying about how you want to be with me so badly… but don’t know if you can handle it. I can handle you just fine… no matter what you’re level of experience. I know you love this shit, and more importantly… I know what I’m doing.

The femdom stories that I tell tend towards the more extreme things I do because those stories are the ones most interesting to tell… and I know those are the ones that most of you most want to hear… cause you’re a fucking bunch of sick pups ~grinz~. But then I guess that makes me the sick bitch ~winks~

Speaking of sick… of course everything I’ve been talking about in this post refers to the professional side of what I do… I live my private life by a different set of rules ~smiles~.

 
PS – I wouldn’t really call the contents of that CBT phone sex call all *that* extreme ~laughs~ The human body can take much more punishment than that.

 
Strapon Domina Cinara
Femdom Stories – Erotic Audio
CBT Phone Sex
1-877-274-8292

 
Many men have extreme fantasies about female domination and sexual torture.
They love BDSM stories that take things to the most exciting and dangerous limits.
But would never actually go that far in real life.

Funny thing… many think the stories of what I do in real life are extreme ~laughs~
They’d drop dead with fright if they knew the kinds of things I dream about.