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Continuing from “Forced Femdom Iniatition III – A Taste”.

(Domina Amanda – ) The lesbian femdom performance on stage was the expected excellent. My friend was known in the NYC BDSM scene to be a skilled dominatrix… and she displayed this wonderfully for the admiring crowd. Her subject – the young college student she had won in the club’s auction – got much more than she bargained for, but was obviously lost in the enjoyment of it all. She had hit that point where the eyes of those surrounding her no longer mattered… she was completely consumed by the sensations that were coursing through her… and no one other than my beautiful dominant friend existed in her world.

As the girl I had chosen for the night stood off to the side trying to deal with all of the conflicting desires and emotions my aggressively forward approach had brought out in her…the sights and sounds of the BDSM club obviously flooding her thoughts and making it much harder for her to regain her composure… especially what was happening to her friend on stage.

The display of lesbian domination that was occuring on stage was well underway, and obviously heading towards it climax, both figuratively and literally. The submissive college girl writhed under the steady application of a cane to her ass… strokes falling in a well paced rhythm… mixing the occasional sharp strike with the more gentle, but firm constant.

She was on a sawhorse style spanking bench… her ankles bound close to its sides with a third length of rope running from her collar to a ring set in the bench below her neck. Her hands weren’t tied to the piece of bondage furniture as one would expect… my friend had instead left them tied tightly behind her back.

Even in the shadowed lighting of the BDSM club, I could see the girl’s ass had taken on a wonderful color – a uniform red punctuated by deeper shades where the cane had been more savagely applied. My friend was holding within the limitations of a public bondage establishment, but obviously pushing very close to the acceptable edge. Like I said, she was well respected and skillful… she could easily read what the girl could handle… and was answering it as she pleased, and as her night’s property wanted.

Pausing, she stood over the submissive girl… cane raised and ready to strike. The seconds of inactivity of course felt so much longer to the slave… not knowing what was happening, or what would come next. Sudden alteration of the expected, especially when a routine pace has been set, always has such a lovely effect on one’s prey.

Then suddenly, with no sound and no motion at all other than the movement of her right arm… the dominatrix brought the cane down sharply on the girl’s ass three times in rapid succession. The hardest hits of all, causing the girl to cry out and her head to jerk upwards immediately, only to be painfully stopped in its movement by the rope tied to her collar.

She moaned and sobbed… her body grinding on the sawhorse, legs pulling against her restraints… her head dropping down, her hair covering her face from sight. My dominatrix friend then put the cane aside… and with her leather gloved right hand, took firm hold of one of the girl’s ass cheeks. She first began to kneed it slowly, almost gently… causing the girl’s legs to shake as her bottom’s tender flesh was teased… then, smiling, my friend squeezed tightly and the girl’s body tensed in pain, only her head moving as she turned to look back at her dominatrix “owner“. The tight squeeze turned into a mix of jabbing, poking, and pinching as my friend’s smile grew wider, and the submissive girl’s writhing began again… her movements and cries playing out in response to the calculated attentions of that leather gloved hand.

I couldn’t see her pussy from where I was, but by the expressions on her face I could tell that between her legs there was only deliciously wet arousal to be found.

The dominatrix stopped her rough teasing of the girl’s ass after a few minutes of making her squirm, twitch, and cry to the delight of the audience. She then walked around the bound slave, and gracefully squatted down near her face. Reaching a hand up, she tenderly parted the girl’s hair… smoothing out its slightly sweaty, tousled state. Leaning into her, she whispered something to the submissive girl… which was responded to with a nod of her head.

With that she stood and moved directly behind the girl… her boots taking each step nice and slow, as her gloved hand lazily dragged a trail along the slave’s back. When she was positioned behind her, she caressed the red little bottom so beautifully offered up to her… and then dropped one hand down between the girl’s legs.

As I said… that night my dominatrix friend pushed the limits of what was allowed. She did so intentionally – she was experienced enough to read her subject well, and knew where the line should be drawn. While the BDSM performance given on stage was much more than anything the submissive college girl had done before, it wasn’t anything that would draw objection from those present that night. Even the harsher strikes of the cane, while riding close to that limit, were still within reason… or at the very least, enjoyed by those watching and thus not objected to.

But what she did next did cross the usual protocol expectations a bit… though again, it went on uninterrupted.

First pulling the girl‘s skirt back into place to cover her ass, my friend then put her hand up under that skirt and between the submissive’s legs… to play with her pussy. Though her cute cotton panties were still on, and the skirt shielded what was happening from view, the movement of the girl’s body in reaction to the dominatrix’s leather gloved fingers left no doubt as to what was going on… and how much it was being enjoyed.

It took mere moments for her to cum… she had already been pushed to the edge of what she was able to handle, and so it was easy to take her over into orgasm by playing with her clit. Her body moved wonderfully as she came… spasms taking her and gasps issuing from her lips. She looked as if electricity were shooting through her body as a few spasms caused her to jerk and shake uncontrollably. It was a long, hard orgasm… much appreciated by the crowd as they applauded the performance… to which, when her senses had come back to her somewhat, the girl hung her head low in embarrassment.

It was then that I looked over at the girl I wanted… the college friend of the submissive who had played so well for us all on stage. The smile on my face was broad, evil, and knowing… and as I turned to look at the girl, her eyes turned to meet mine. I know she saw in my expression all I had in mind for her… she had watched her friend go through a long, public femdom session, ending in a powerful orgasm. I knew that she was already excited over where she was, what she was seeing, and what I had already done to her… but now… she knew it would be her turn very soon.

Continued here in – “Forced Femdom Initiation V – Heather”.

And to read more about the brilliant Domina Amanda, including femdom stories from her life – “Orgasm Denial”

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