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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Of course that was total fucking bullshit ~laughs~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Violated in The Park – Part III – “Now Get Up And Follow Me”

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(By: Domina Cinara) My dismissal of Mr. Small Cock was followed by the rejection of a series of others from his penis deficient sub-species. I’m not at all a patient woman, especially when strapon sex is involved… but when I want something, I will not settle for third-class trash. I consoled myself with the thought of how my huge dildo would take every second of the time wasted here out on the ass of whatever man I finally selected.

Thankfully, it wasn’t too long before another hopeful with actual promise presented himself. Without a word of response to his opening line – I don’t even remember what it is that he babbled – I motioned him to sit. I reached down, and with the back of my hand smacked his knee, causing his legs to spread in reflex. He might have said something then too, but I don’t know what. The comments of such as he are irrelevant and I wouldn’t repeat them here anyway, even if I had listened enough to hear them in the first place.

My inspection of his manhood led to much better results this time… no small cock here. Smiling, I moved my other hand down there too, letting both of those long leather gloves explore what I had found. Between cock and balls there was more than enough for my hands to play with. Leaving them there, I finally took a look at his face – I hadn’t bothered up until that point. The shocked, excited expression he had on was kinda funny… it’s so easy to put a man off guard.

Then I spoke my first words to him, “Good enough, lets go.”

“What?” he replied, stammering slightly.

To which I responded, “Are you some sort of fucking idiot? I am going to fuck you. Now get up and follow me.” And without another word, I stood up and began walking towards the exit, not bothering to look back at the male dog that would so obviously be quick to follow.

As I left the club I purposely smiled teasingly at everyone who longingly watched me leave… my eyes looking them over as if I was so very interested in what I was seeing… my tongue slowly licking my lips as I appeared to show more than passing interest in some. By the time my thigh high boots and tight body had pulled dozens of eyes to the door with me, I could barely contain my laughter. I always leave a good tip when I exit a club… in the form of a nice, quick dose of tease and denial. I wondered how many would go home to screw some bloated, left-over last-call trash while they dreamed it was me they were with. By the looks I got as I departed, it would be quite a few ~laughs~ Fuck them.

My driver was waiting outside. He knew what was expected of him… the level of attentiveness I demanded… and so he made sure to have the car door opened wide by the time I got there so I didn’t have to break my stride. I slide into the car, letting one of my thigh high boots linger behind me as a final glimpse of the Goddess departing.

Sure enough… the male I had selected for tonight’s entertainment wasn’t far behind. His eyes almost as big in his head as the shit eating grin he had on his face. He was eating up the attention I was getting, and the knowledge that everyone saw it was he who was leaving with me.

I wanted that haughty look to be on his face. The more he smiled now, the better the expression of shock and fear would be later… when he realized the type of anal sex I had in mind involved a huge strapon forced all the way up his virgin ass.

I smiled as I thought of how his eyes had undoubtedly followed my tight ass all the way here… to his doom. His mind never giving a second thought to what might really be occurring.

How stupid men are. When it comes to sex, they think themselves the hunter. So convinced of this they are that they make themselves such very easy prey.

I patted my leather handbag gently… my smile grew as I felt the huge dildo and strapon harness contained within… soon, my friend… very soon.

(You will find Part IV here – Femdom Stories – when this link is up)

 
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I love both kinds of anal sex…
Me screwing the tight assholes of male sex slaves…
And me screwing the tight assholes of female sex slaves.
But as future extreme femdom stories of mine will show…
There’s a lot more I like to do to men and women than just anal sex.

Violated in The Park – Part I – “I Was In A Nasty Mood”

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(By: Domina Cinara) So a few nights ago I was feeling particularly nasty and worked up. I had done a few hours worth of dominatrix phone sex calls earlier on, and that had gotten me in the mood for something more. The hot femdom stories I played out with my callers had me wanting the real thing in a very bad way.

I slipped out of the comfy clothes I was wearing, and changed into a pair of black thigh high leather boots… a very tight, blood red dress – sleeveless and short, ending a few inches above the boots… and soft, skin-tight long leather gloves – the kind that fit the fingers perfectly and run almost up to the elbows.

Seeing me you’d say I looked hot as hell and ready for sex… but when I put on thigh high boots and long leather gloves, it really means I’m armed and ready for business.

After admiring myself in the mirror (I love to look at myself and masturbate – imagining me fucking me ~laughs~ now those would be some twisted ass femdom stories to tell… I am so damn sick!!… I swear, if I had a twin sister I really would be destined for hell ~grinz wicked evil~) I tied my hair back tight with a piece of leather cord, letting the gathered length run down the middle of my back… and did my eyes black to fit the nasty mood I was in… while my lips were a deep rich red, just like my nails and dress.

I got a pair of handcuffs and added them to the pair I normally carry in my purse.

I was ready to go, and about to walk out the door when I felt that need come over me. Everyone has something they’re addicted to in some way… and while I am the epitome of self discipline in so many ways, I do give in badly to one addiction in particular – my love of femdom strapon sex. Actually, it’s not just that form of anal sex I love, I like wearing huge dildo cocks even when there’s no ass or pussy I plan to fuck. A true strapon Domina loves the feel of her special pets very much, and wants them close to her as often as possible ~grinz evil~ This need to slip into a tight harness came over me just as I was about to leave… and with that I knew exactly what I would be doing tonight. I was already dressed and couldn’t wear a strapon under what I had on, so I selected a huge dildo from my collection, along with a simple harness it would fit into and dumped them both into my handbag with the handcuffs.

Now, I was ready to go.

I called for my driver (a driver is an absolute must, wherever I live – I can drive myself but I just don’t think it’s fitting for a dominatrix of my stature to do anything like that excepting when absolutely necessary)… and went to a club downtown that I’ve never been to before. Not a BDSM club and nothing femdom going on there, just some shithole nearby that looked clean enough for me to grace with my presence.

(Part II will be linked from here – Femdom Stories – when it’s up)

 
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For me, strapon sex is all about my satisfaction – the slave is just a toy to be used.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t like giving a man a deep anal orgasm.
It’s just that I don’t do it to get him off… I do it because I like it.
I like that feeling of power you get when you make a man’s ass cum hard.
And the shame he feels afterwards from having an anal orgasm.