Female Domination

(By: Strapon Domina Cinara) I guess one could say this is a femdom story of sorts… no sex in it, just me teaching some idiot his place with a lesson in female domination, NYC style.

 
So I hurt my right hand over the weekend. I didn’t think much of it at first, figured that it would be better in a few days… but it only got worse.

Decided to go to the doctor today… and long story short… my right hand is broken. Nothing extreme, just the knuckle of my index finger in two places, plus a nasty bruise.

Gee… and how did I do that? Well, here’s the lovely story…

So I’m at the store doing a little shopping… my driver’s waiting at the car, and my puppy slave I left home. I finish up pretty quick and go to checkout.

Just as I get on line, this small cock piece of shit comes up behind me (guy’s like 5’6” maybe… short round sack of piss). He immediately starts bitching at me and I have no idea what the hell his problem is because I can’t understand like 90% of what he’s saying.

So I give him this disgusted, ~what the hell is your problem, you fucking gutter troll~ look… almost having to bend over to do it cause I’ve got 4” stiletto heels on and I’m towering over his pear-like, half-sized body.

At that, he starts waving his finger up in my face, sounding like he’s “commanding the female to do something.”

My eyes go wide and I tell him to step the fuck back and shut the hell up.

He grunts out this semi-intelligible mess that’s in desperate need of subtitles and an education over the 3rd grade… worthless babble issued from a worthless pig-ape… but the words “No!” and “You woman, you do as told” stick out clear enough… and he pokes me in the chest with his finger.

Oh… no… you… didn’t.

I don’t give a fuck what ass backwards misogynistic piss hole this guy is from… no one is throwing that archaic chest thumping macho male bullshit at me. It’s not a matter of proving female domination, superiority or any of that stuff… garbage like this idiot is something no female should have to tolerate in the modern world, especially here.

Something snaps in me. Literally a split second after he utters those words my fist connects with his mouth.

No friggin joke. My fist whipped out without me even thinking about it.

I punch him right in his teeth and the shot’s so dead on hard and unexpected that he falls backwards, bangs into his cart and lands on the floor.

Then I explode. I start yelling some sort of shit at him like, “don’t you fucking talk to me like that you piece of shit… how dare you touch me… I‘ll kick your teeth down your throat…” blah blah blah, with liberal use of expletives. Anyone who’s from NYC knows how we talk around here, so fill in appropriately cause it was just a mad flood of foul escaping my lips.

Like instantly, other people are there… staff… customers… all that. Of course they’re backing me up because any civilized human being knows you don’t treat a female that way, and enough saw not only how he was talking to me but that he touched me.

Now, I’ve got so much adrenalin in me – ah, what a wonderful drug that is – that my hands not hurting a single bit. I had some blood on one knuckle but that’s all. I figure that I cut it on his teeth, because that’s what my knuckles connected with.

His mouth is all bloody… no idea how much damage I did, but I’m sure I busted his lip bad at the very least… along with demolishing that machismo bullshit he needed to be cured of.

The management is all apologies… they get me out of the store quick, no charge, and all that. My driver is all livid wanting to go inside, and I’m like get in the car and just f’n drive… my “honor” is more than defended ~laughs~.

I get home and my hand starts to hurt. I figure I messed the tendon up by the way it looked but that’s it. Next day it hurts more, and doesn’t at all look right. Still I swallow it, but the day after it’s worse.

Head to the doctor’s and like I said… I broke the knuckle in a couple places on that friggin troglodyte’s never-been-brushed filthy yellow stained fangs.

End of story.

And yes I’m pissed because it’s shit to type or do anything… and yes I have slaves to do stuff but it’s still annoying… and yes… oh, f’n yes… it was worth punching that sack of rancid piss in the mouth for talking to a female, let alone me, that way.

~grinz~

 
PS – guess I should wear long leather gloves not just during femdom torture sessions or out to BDSM clubs, but also when I’m shopping for groceries ~laughs~… never know what might happen.

 
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I have zero tolerance for loud mouth crap from men.
Even those that try to bait me… if I entertain it, it’s only for my own reasons.
It’s not a matter of keeping up any image of female domination.
Even if I wasn’t a dominatrix and had never gotten involved with femdom BDSM…
I’m still an NYCer… and we don’t take that kind of bullshit from anyone.

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Dominatrix Stories

(By: Domina Cinara) When I left off I was talking about my first serious experiences with foot worship (torture being a subject I was already well acquainted with)… and I had mentioned a certain ebony dominatrix I knew who was a foot fetish specialist.

As I was saying, this woman was a tall dominatrix like me… maybe an inch shorter than I am… with long, lean legs and beautifully delicate, sexy feet. Her skin was a very dark, rich color… a deep, even tone that made the shades of nail polish she wore stand out all the more intensely. Never once did I see this ebony dominatrix with her nails anything short of perfectly painted, and her toes and feet always looked like she had just had a professional pedicure. She was dedicated to her fetish… not just for the sake of her foot slaves, but out of her own personal preferences. She was a true foot Goddess in every sense of the expression.

I remember one time I visited her at her private femdom dungeon. Like many such places, there were a number of rooms, each dedicated to a specific fetish in it’s own unique way (including this amazing foot torture chamber that I have to tell you about sometime in future femdom stories). One of these chambers was literally a throne room, with columns, raised dais, wall hangings, everything. The throne itself wasn’t the typical medieval style chair you see in the movies, she instead opted for a Roman style couch she could lounge on. This allowed her plenty of room to stretch out the full length of her tall dominatrix body in complete luxury, including those gorgeous long legs, while leaving her plenty of room to dangle her feet off the sides and tease the foot fetish slaves that would be allowed to attend her there.

And when I say attend her… I do very much mean it. This ebony foot Goddess spent much of her leisure time in this room, and when she had guests to entertain, this was the place she favored for receiving them. She had additional Roman couches ready to be brought in for her friends, and she always made sure her visitors were well taken care of. Rarely did she have just one foot slave in there with her, usually the number was closer to half a dozen, with that growing as high as a full dozen slaves when multiple guests came to call.

These would buzz around her like devoted little bees, seeing to her every need. Not just the expected foot worship and toe sucking, but often the care of her entire body… feet, legs, hands, arms, back… massaging muscles, rubbing in lotion, licking and sucking toes and heels clean, shaving with utmost care, filing, polishing, anything she desired… along with slaves bringing her food and drink, fanning her, holding the phone perfectly to her ear, holding books and magazines for her to read… everything. The acts of worship performed by her slaves were so over the top, it was fantastic to behold. Literally the epitome of pure feminine decadence, female superiority, and the unbridled exploitation of the inferior male.

When in her throne room, punishment centered on the extreme denial of foot worship. While forced toe sucking is a favorite means of discipline for many women, she knew that denial has a much more profound effect on the true fetish devotee. She would make the bad slave kneel on the steps of the dais – about 4 feet from her – and not allow him to attend her. He would have to watch all the other slaves serving their dominatrix while he wound not be allowed to move or speak at all. And she would intentionally play the most nasty foot tease games with him, often stretching out her leg to dangle a foot just outside the reach of his lips, pretending to not notice him there as she did it. These kinds of tease and denial games wore her victims down very quickly… but she always let the punishment run far longer than needed to break the slave down… just because she enjoyed the extreme misery this kind of sexy foot tease causes for these men.

More soon…

 
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You‘d think forced toe sucking would be a favorite of mine…
And you‘d be right ~grinz~
But I also love that gentle pampering kind of foot worship…
That can leave even the most cruel Domina feeling nothing but warm and relaxed.

Orgasm Denial

(By: Domina Cinara) I was talking to this guy in IMs a few days ago about tease and denial games and he asked me – “Why would anyone want to be told they can’t cum?”

It’s not a surprising question… at first glance any guy not into orgasm denial would wonder why the hell would someone get off on not getting off… and why wouldn’t he just cum anyway when he wants to?

There are all sorts of answers that could be given in response. The most general is that there is a fetish for everyone and the “why” behind what draws them to it is unique to each individual. What gets one person off might seem ridiculous to another… and yet what gets that other off many do little for the first. People into a given fetish will often share similar tastes and motivations, but when you get down to specifics, each is his own person.

In the case of tease and denial, the reasons most commonly expressed have to do with female domination and sexual frustration.

These two concepts work hand in hand and encompass many possibilities in terms of how things are done, and what each person involved enjoys most. While specific techniques and fantasies will vary, they’re variations on these connected themes.

Putting your cock under the control of a masturbatrix (an expression referring to a specific type of dominatrix – one that specializes in directing the masturbation of a slave – how it is to be done, and when orgasm will be allowed, if at all) is itself an obvious act of male submission. She is the one who is in charge, and you will do what you are told… whether she wants you to stroke and get off… or just hover on the edge of orgasm, repeatedly reaching that “almost” point without being allowed to finish.

The degree to which this relinquishing of “cock control” occurs reflects how much the slave is aroused by female domination, and how much he enjoys the resulting sexual frustration that comes with giving yourself up to a woman who is going to do whatever she pleases to you (for that matter, with a dominant woman like me for instance, how much cock control the masturbatrix has is less a matter of what the man gives than what I simply take for my amusement – an “unknown” that can be very exciting to the slave).

More to come… (tease and denial – this link will take you to the second part when it’s up)

 
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Awe… you think you’re such a tough guy, don’t you.
You think you can handle me… that I couldn’t possibly tease and manipulate you.
Who says I’d even want to… that I’d give a shit about playing any games with you at all.
Fact is… you reading my femdom diary means you’re already half way there…
You want to know about me… it’s not like I’m reading your blog, or want to ~grinz~

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Dominatrix Stories

(By: Domina Cinara) My first serious exposure to foot fetishism was back when I was around 19 years old. I was working as an apprentice to a then rather well known professional dominatrix (I’ve written extensively about her in the past and plan to repeat much of that and more here). As I’ve said of that time, I had learned very young that I was a female sexual sadist and didn’t hesitate to embrace what I found inside of myself. Female domination came naturally to me, and with it the want to have power of pretty much every form over others. When I came into contact with the femdom BDSM scene in NYC, I immersed myself in what I had found, seeking to refine and develop the instincts within me that I so enjoyed. This was the basis of my relationship with my domina mentor… along with the strong sexual attraction that existed between us, and my own want to learn more about the professional side of BDSM.

As apprentice to this impressive woman (I was not submissive to her – in or out of bed) there is much that I learned, but she wasn’t the only dominatrix whose methods I studied. Her position in the femdom BDSM scene had built her many connections with other serious practitioners of the art of the sexual sadist… some being exceptionally skilled in specific fetish interests. One of these was a stunning ebony dominatrix who was a true foot fetish Goddess.

I already had a good understanding of how sensitive and erotic the female foot could be… but my focus then was more on how I could exploit the sensitivity of the foot when playing with a female pet. Foot worship, of the form a slave would perform for a dominatrix, hadn’t caught my interest yet… foot torture very much had (with girls it was more teasing, building occasionally when I wanted to see them cry… but with boys…). And in the case of my male sex slaves the word “erotic” is too tame to reflect what I enjoyed doing to their feet.

It made sense that foot worship was a very strong display of female domination – the basic act of kneeling down and kissing someone’s feet is itself a powerful display of submission and deference to the other‘s superiority. When you add to it the erotic attraction that a true foot slave has for sexy female feet, then you’ve taken an act of obeisance into the realm of fetish. But at that time in my life – I was still a teenager, if legal one – I was even more “hands on” in my femdom activities than I am now. Sexual torture was an addiction and the infliction of pain was something I gave myself fully to, in ways less disciplined than I do now. I wanted to do things to people, less than have them done to or for me… and the more extreme those things were, the better. So foot worship hadn’t caught my interest up until then.

This ebony mistress I made the acquaintance of was a tall dominatrix like me – I’d say roughly 5’ 9” tall, though I never saw her stand in anything but sexy stiletto heels. The only time she was ever barefoot was when she was sitting or lying down (more often in that case, she was shoeless but in stockings). She was very much a specialist, involving herself exclusively with foot fetish slaves and could tease them to a point it seemed like torture. That was the sum of her clientele and she‘d built a solid reputation in those circles. She did some other things – hand and leg fetish for example – but her focus was on her feet and the training of slaves to worship and serve them.

Continued here – Foot Fetish Phone Sex

 
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Foot torture has always been a secret fetish of mine.
The sensitivity of the feet makes them the perfect target for the female sexual sadist.
The application of a switch to the bare soles can produce wonderful results…
As can the use of fire in close proximity to tease the toes and sensitive arch.
And since one is dependent upon them for walking…
Foot torture is the masochistic gift that keeps on giving… with every step.