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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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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Violated in The Park – Part X – “Anal Domination Always Makes Me Cum”

Femdom Stories

(By: Strapon Dominatrix Cinara) Picking up right where I last left off…

I was really pissed off at this stupid fuck for cumming all over my long leather gloves, and I took it out on his ass with deep, punishing thrusts of my strapon cock. It didn’t matter how tight he was, I just forced it home again, and again, and again… each movement of my hips like that of a fist punching something hard. I intended to remove every bit of virgin from his ass, leaving nothing but a completely blown out asshole when I was done.

I even thought about anal fisting him when my strapon sadism was fully fed… my gloves were already ruined by his dirty orgasm, might as well leave them shoved up his butt with the rest of the filth. I thought he might look pretty handcuffed there with a pair of long leather gloves hanging half out his ass, looking like some kind of twisted dominatrix made tail. (Wonder if I could do that with my puppy slave, her ass is really well trained. Feed a long leather glove up her butt… then see if I could work my hand all the way into it while its in her ass ~laughs~… puppy slut would probably cum a dozen times during it.)

I was so focused on fucking his ass and bringing myself to orgasm at his expense, that I didn’t notice we had company. The panty gag muffled most of his cries, but it did nothing to stop the noise the fence was making each time my body slammed into his… noise loud enough to be bound to attract attention.

My hands were locked in his hair… legs wide spread apart… thigh high boots planted firmly to each side of him… with my hips down just below his, giving me the perfect thrusting angle to go deep inside. I closed my eyes and tuned out everything but the beautiful noises he was making and how good my pussy was feeling as I forced the strapon in and out of him. When I get lost like that in strapon sex, I don’t let anything intrude… I just focus totally in the ass fucking and how good it’s making me feel. Anything short of a nuclear bomb dropping outside won’t snap me out of it.

My legs tend to shake when I cum, and the position I was in didn’t help my stability, so when the orgasm began to flood through me I forced the strapon in as far as it would go, then held myself there, grinding my hips slowly against his ass. I bent his head back even farther, my hands holding on tightly as I almost hung there by his hair… my knees shaking with the intensity of what was coursing through me.

When I was done, I slowly slid the strapon out of his ass… my breathing was heavy and my body electric… the waves were still going through me so nice… and then a voice from behind me broke my semi-trance.

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

Standing there… about 6 feet from us… was this big black guy, stroking an immense cock that was even bigger than the huge dildo I had on.

For a moment I was too surprised to respond… then I just smiled, thinking how polite it was for this guy to silently wait his turn like that.

“Sure… do whatever you want… I’m done with this whore.”

 
(The last part of this forced female domination story will be up tomorrow. I‘ll activate this link – Femdom Stories – when it‘s posted.)

 
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Forced bi sex is punishment and humiliation for some…
But for many, it’s an excuse to enjoy a part of themselves with less guilt.
A male slave who wants to feel a real cock in his ass and mouth…
Can use female domination as the excuse to experience it…
The dominatrix taking his control away in a forced bi session…
Which allows the man to say he didn’t choose to be a faggot… but was made to.

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Violated in The Park – Part IX – “Anal Impalement On My Strapon Cock”

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(By: Strapon Domina Cinara) Anal impalement happens to be a fetish of mine, one I really should write something about and share with you guys… even though femdom stories depicting how much I like this extreme fetish and what I’ve done in real life to enjoy it would probably scare you little sissy boy faggots to death ~laughs~

I think it’s part of why I like femdom strapon sex so much – the idea of ramming a huge dildo up a helpless slave ass has such hot impalement undertones to it for me. Anal fisting too – I like doing it the “traditional way” (the slave on all fours), but it can be so hot to do a bondage scene where he/she is standing and you’re fisting from underneath, driving your arm up inside of them, watching them struggle on their tip-toes as more and more is forced deep into their ass. Gets my pussy all worked up just thinking about it ~grinz~

But anyway, let me stop there for now, those are femdom stories for another day (and that day is here, I’ve since written a few more posts on this fetish – Sexual Impalement). What got me thinking about anal impalement in the first place was the last chapter of the femdom story I’ve been telling you – how the guy I was with tried to climb the fence I had him handcuffed to when I first forced my strapon up his ass… and then when he slipped and fell back, it was like he literally impaled himself on my cock… almost the full length of the huge dildo being driven up his butt in one moment.

I’m repeating that part because I could dwell on that memory forever ~laughs~. It was so fantastic feeling him fall back down on me… first the anticipation of the inevitable as he scrambled to escape me… and then watching his body erupt in pain when the shaft was forced home. I didn‘t plan it at all, and for someone like me who has a strong anal impalement fetish, it was fucking golden ~laughs~. I regret not letting myself cum right then. I’ve since masturbated to it plenty of times, but I probably could have had an orgasm when it happened if I just let myself go with it. I was caught off guard, so it threw me a bit… and I actually am glad I remained focused since I have more vivid memories of it now than I would have had if I got lost in my own orgasm… but still ~grinz~.

So like I was saying in the last chapter… I could have stood there forever with him writhing on top of my strapon cock like that… but as the pain subsided, his movements slowed ~pouts~… and that’s when I began to show him what forced anal sex with a ruthless young dominatrix is really like.

“Look at what a dirty anal slut you are… see, I knew you wanted my cock so bad… but you don’t have to be such a greedy whore about it… I’m going to feed you’re ass plenty… there’s no rush,” I said, laughing.

His ass had closed so damn tight on the shaft that when I tried to pull the strapon back out of him I had to shift my body weight to leverage it out. As those long, thick inches painfully escaped his asshole, he let out another scream that my panty gag didn’t do near enough to muffle (should have brought duct tape). I paused when I saw the base of the fake penis head appear… that long shaft looked so hot running from my body into his.

“That’s it baby… that’s what I love to hear… come on, sing for me bitch,” and I thrust the cock back up his ass… driving it all the way down deep in where it belonged.

“Yeah… it hurts, doesn’t it… poor baby… it’s going to keep hurting til you loosen up… but don‘t worry, I‘ll break your ass wide open very soon,” and then I dropped my knees so the strapon was pulled out of him faster this time… and when barely an inch was left in him, I immediately forced it all back inside again, ramming it in hard and lifting him up on his toes so he was back writhing on top of my cock.

As I held him there like that, impaled on my strapon, I started moving my hips to grind the fake penis against his prostate and the harness against my clit… mmhhmm does that feel so good.

Enjoying his pain as I held him there, I reached one of my hands around him to grab his cock and give it a good hard yank… the long leather glove I was wearing instead closing tight on a fully erect shaft. For all his kicking and screaming, his penis apparently loved my strapon… which made me start laughing my ass off at him.

I was actually surprised. No shock that men get rock hard erections from being ass fucked… but this guy was a total anal virgin, and his baby ass had been popped in a most brutal and painful way. Finding a fully erect penis sticking out solid in front of him was unexpected, at least this soon. Seems easy to guess what kind of femdom porn he’s been masturbating to in secret ~laughs~. Domina Cinara – strapon ass fucking wish fulfillment ~laughs~.

I know a lot of guys like the feel of long leather gloves on their dicks… but I wasn’t thinking of that while his penis was in my hand. Big mistake. I started stroking and yanking his cock as a joke, laughing at how hard it was as I jerked the shaft. And then… all of like 10 seconds later… suddenly his cock starts to spasm and he’s making these grunting noises as cum starts shooting all over the place in these long thick streams. It was like my strapon busted a prostate dam or something… even though I was behind him I could still see it flying around when I looked over his shoulder. Naturally I flipped the hell out… bad enough he had an orgasm without my permission, but he had it all over my fucking long leather gloves!

When I saw my hand it had this thick white mess all over it and I just lost it… the beautiful black leather defiled by his filthy orgasm. Fucking asshole.

I started pounding his butt with these punishing thrusts as a flood of expletives poured out of my mouth to accent my movements. I tried wiping my gloves off in his hair but you know that sticky shit doesn’t come off easy, so I ended up just grabbing him by the hair and yanking his head back as I tried to fuck his ass even harder. He was pinned against the fence… sandwiched between it and my body as my strapon was forced in and out of him in a hard, steady rhythm… no more messing around now… if anyone is going to have an orgasm it‘s me, not some pre-mature ejaculation fuck I felt like raping one night.

(There’s another part to this forced anal sex story. When it’s is posted this link – Femdom Stories – will be active.)

 
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There’s a game I play with dominatrix friends – “femdom strapon cum for distance“.
We each ass fuck slaves to orgasm and measure how far it shoots out of them.
One time we had to go “Best Out of Nine” because we kept getting dribblers.
You see, anal sex and prostate stimulation can make a guy cum very hard…
But for some, the pressure of a huge dildo forced up the ass kills distance shooting.

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

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(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: 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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(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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