Forced Femdom Initiation VI – Mya

Continuing from “Forced Femdom Initiation V – Heather”.

(Domina Amanda – ) As the two submissive girls turned to walk back towards us, “heather” put the lease back into her mouth as her owner had originally done – excellent. The second girl, “Mya,” looked as if her heart was beating hard in her throat. I shifted in my seat to face her as she crossed the floor… keeping my eyes fully, and very obviously, on her, letting them roam her body as she approached with a look in them that said I was admiring something that was already mine.

The others were watching her too… and I’m sure admiring since Mya was truly beautiful, and all of those with us were either bisexual or lesbian (when it comes to BDSM though, being lesbian or straight rarely stops a female from enjoying either sex in some way… one doesn’t have to be sexually attracted to a gender to enjoy the service and submission of a well trained slave. Domination crosses traditional sexual lines, because it encompasses much more than just the actual sexual act). She was more than just physically beautiful, her submissive nature was displayed so openly in her every move as she walked towards us – a feminine grace mixed with a naturally deferential stance. Any dominant would immediately be drawn to her, regardless of sex… her body and behavior clearly called for domination. But my friends all knew I wanted this one, and so while their eyes appraised her, they would respect the unspoken claim on her that I held.

“Heather”, in a display that again spoke so wonderfully of the natural slave within her, moved directly to her owner, kneeling before her, leash in mouth. When the leash was removed by her owner’s hand, she introduced Mya to her first. My dominatrix friend smiled and nodded to her… and then with a simple gesture motioned “heather” to return to where she had prior sat. Mya was left standing before us… I saw her body shake very slightly as she tried to say “hello” to everyone.

Nods and simple greetings were made in response, as eyes examined her and whispers exchanged comments between our group. I just smiled at her… a devious look, as I allowed a few more moments to pass while she stood there alone and uncomfortable, but obviously aroused by the vulnerable position she was being put in. When I felt the effect had reached its greatest point, I broke the tension and said to her, “Come… sit next to me”.

Her eyes widened as she looked at me. She hesitated, thoughts of what had happened between us just a short time ago likely returning to her mind. My smile widened… “Now”… and I pointed to the spot next to me on the small couch. She looked to the other faces watching her, and then to her friend, whose cheek was now resting in her dominatrix owner’s lap. Her body shook and then she stepped forward to do as she was told… her long, bare legs easily navigating the course between tables and chairs necessary to reach me.

As she sat I shifted towards her… her legs were pressed together and her arms were again wrapped around her chest to hold herself. I flashed a grin at a friend who responded with same, and then I draped an arm over the girl’s shoulders, pulling her gently towards me.

I whispered into her ear, “Don’t be so afraid… no one here is going to hurt you“ Then, raising a hand to touch her face, “You are so lovely… and you know this excites you… I’ll take care of you… I promise.”

Her eyes looked into mine… and they were so beautiful… these big brown eyes that were so full of innocence and longing… she looked almost as if she wanted to cry, but at the same time like she desperately wanted me to hold her and comfort her. I could see that while the idea of domination and submission so obviously excited her, tonight’s experience was overwhelming her and she wasn’t able to handle all the emotions that were conflicting inside. That just made me want her all the more. It made part of me want to comfort her, to take her into my arms and protect her… gently caressing her hair to calm her fears. But it made the other part of me want to overpower her completely… to pull the clothes from her right here, force her down across the table in front of us and have her… my mouth devouring her body as my fingers fucked her wet little pussy raw.

As these thoughts went through my mind my breathing deepened as did the intensity of the look I gave her… she noticed, and shifted a little away from me, her own pulse quickening. I held her too me, not allowing her to pull away.

“I want you Mya… and I’m not going to hide that. You are so beautiful and I want to fuck you.” I smiled as I said those words, knowing the effect that so blunt a statement would have on her. “Yes, Mya… I do… I know why you came here tonight… I know what excites you… and I want it.

She finally spoke… in a soft, delicate voice that matched her features and manner perfectly, “How do you know what I really want… Mistress?” She faltered slightly on the last word, as if not sure to say it, but something correctly compelled her to in the end… and her eyes lowered beautifully as she more fully realized what she had done.

I smiled… both at the question and her use of proper title, “Because I want you… I can see how much you want to submit… and it makes me want to have you… to dominant you, and enjoy your submission. You‘re a beautiful girl, but the slave in you makes you so much more beautiful to me, and irresistible.”

“I don’t think I’m ready for this…”

“Yes, you are… and your body is more than ready for it… it‘s begging for it… but none of that really matters anyway, it’s no longer your decision to make.”

Continued here in – “Forced Femdom Initiation VII – Pursuit”.

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Forced Femdom Initiation V – Heather

Continuing from “Forced Femdom Initiation IV – Stage Show”.

(Domina Amanda – ) The lesbian domination scene my friend had so beautifully conducted on stage, had come to an end. The audience gave sound to their approval through respectful applause and murmurs – a BDSM club isn’t a sporting event, only idiots who don’t really belong call out vulgar stupidity. Thankfully the event I am describing occurred on a night when the trolls were limited in number, and so the appropriate dignity of the setting was preserved.

My dominatrix friend slowly released her slave girl from the bondage she had been held in, and when she was standing, retied her wrists together in front of her. Attaching a leash to this, she led the slave girl down off the stage, over to where our group had set itself up for the evening. The girl’s body was beautifully alive – still shaking with the sensations that had so overcome her just a few moments before. Her eyes were wide and fittingly down cast – she was an obvious natural, fast learning her place – and she had gained some control of her breathing, if not the thoughts that were spinning around her head. Her skin was lovely – shades of innocent white, mixed with degrees of rich red cast in all the right places. She was well worth fucking, and my thoughts would have gone to suggesting we take her home and teach her so much more… but her timid friend had my attention, and my mind was only on thoughts of what that girl’s submission would taste like.

My friend introduced the slave to us, saying that her name for the evening was “heather” – I smiled at that since the name was a running joke between a few of us, and within that context, fit this girl well. She was accepted into the circle, meaning that she was allowed to sit with us – obviously not as an equal, but as she was female she was given slightly higher status than the male slaves we had brought with us (who spent the night either standing or kneeling depending on what service they were performing at the moment).

As I earlier described, the girl was dressed in a non fetish, but still cute way. She clashed with the more obviously dominatrix inspired outfits the rest of us were wearing… the leather and latex especially… not to mention the perfection of our makeup, hair and nails. But this was appropriate, as it drew an even more striking line of difference between us and her… one that I’m sure served to excite her as she was now sitting amongst the most elite group attending that night.

Questions followed… blunt ones the girl was told to answer honestly. From this, the already obvious was admitted to by the young slave – her inexperience… her long held dreams of doing this… her want to learn… her never having been touched by a woman… how much she enjoyed what had happened… how nervous she was. But during the process she seemed to calm a little… though I’m not sure if the way my friend was petting her served to relax her, or make her heart want to race more.

I smiled through all of this… and asked only one question near the end – “And what of your friend… does she feel the same as you?” At this, the girl looked over to where her friend was still standing alone… and the eyes of those with us followed hers. I can only imagine the effect this must have had on the other girl, seeing all eyes suddenly turn towards her, making it clear she was being discussed – which was exactly as I wanted. The slave said her friend was also very much interested in BDSM and submission, and had come here planning to also be part of the auction… but at the last moment backed out.

One of our friends said to her, “are you glad you didn’t?” To which the girl looked down and blushed, whispering, “yes”.

“We didn’t hear you, speak louder… and raise your head,” I said, in a forceful tone. And the girl looked up, startled, repeating herself more clearly, holding her gaze up only for a  moment before it quickly darted back to the floor.

“What is her name… your friend?”

“Mya.”

I smiled at that, as did a couple of the ladies with us who already well knew what I was up to. My dominatrix friend gave me a sly look and said to her slave, “She looks so alone over there by herself… go to her and bring her back to us.”

With a “Yes, Mistress”, she stood and did as she was told. Her hands were still bound in front of her, and my dominatrix friend put the attached leash in “heather’s” mouth as she stood to leave, so that the girl would not trip over it as she walked.

We watched as she went to her friend… one of the ladies near me laughed and I flashed an evil grin at her to which we all laughed. The two girls spoke for a few moments… the one looking a little reluctant to come over to us, while the other clearly wanted the command of her night’s owner to be quickly obeyed – already the girl was showing us how much the command of her dominatrix meant to her… and how much she wanted to be found pleasing by us all.

However intimidated, her will wasn’t strong enough to deny her friend… and after a few seconds, the two started back towards us.

Continued here in – “Forced Femdom Initiation VI – Mya”.

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Forced Femdom Initiation IV – Stage Show

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”

Forced Femdom Initiation III – A Taste

Continuing from “Forced Femdom Initiation II – BDSM Club”.

(Domina Amanda – ) When I moved in close like that and told her that I wanted her… she took this deep, sudden breath, and her eyes grew even wider than they had already been. She tried to pull away then but my hands moved to her lower back and held her to me. Her slim waist felt so good in my hands… it’s funny how something so simple can have such a wonderfully possessive feel to it… and I was making sure everyone there knew that I had decided this was mine.

I said nothing more to her at that moment, instead letting my tongue speak for me as I ran it along my lips and looked at her as if she were a mix of something to be devoured, and something I already owned. Her hands dropped to her sides as she moved as if to try to push me away, but my expression made it clear that would not be allowed, and so her arms just hung there for a moment. I could feel her breasts touch mine as I began to move around her, slowly starting to dance to the music in the background. She moved her arms back up to protectively hug herself… at which I smiled. I knew she was overwhelmed and wanted to flee, so I slid my hands further down her back… one hand finding a small pocket in the back of her skirt… the other enjoying the curve of her hip.

Pressed back against the stage, with her arms still wrapped around herself… behind her, the sound of her friend being caned by mine… in front of her, my body pressed close to hers… around us, the eyes of those watched what as happening on stage, and now also before it.

The music was fast and intense, a droning trace-like beat… but I cut the tempo in half as I moved against her… performing a near lap dance as I pulled her hips to mine and began grinding against her.

Her friend cried out behind her, “Oh, Mistress… yes… yes, please.”

Mimicking the voice I breathed into her ear, “‘Yes… yes, please’… just say it for me… I can feel how bad your body wants to… I can show you so many things… such wonderful things.”

Pressing full against her, my tongue and lips tasted her ear and then her neck… her breathing became more rapid and her body shifted uncontrollably against mine… arousal and fear blending so deliciously as she almost let herself go. 

Her voice whispered a single word, “Please.”

To which I responded, “Please, what?”

“Please… please let me go.”

“Beg.”

Another one of her beautiful gasps.

“Please… Mistress… let me go.”

And I brushed my lips against hers quick… smiling… and did.

She moved to the side of me… paused a second… and then moved away. The pause and the look with it showed me the doubt she had in leaving. I knew her pussy was soaked… and her flight made mine all the more hot.

Without a second look I turned from her and put what I had taken from her skirt’s cute little pocket into mine. I didn’t look back at her, but in the mirrors I could see she looked back at me more than once.

I ignored her from that point… watching her submissive friend instead… but knowing she watched me… and knowing her frightened little slave pussy ached as she did.

Continued here in – “Forced Femdom Initiation V – Stage Show”.

 And to read more about the beautiful Domina Amanda, including femdom stories from her life - “Female Domination”.

Forced Femdom Initiation II – BDSM Club

Continuing from “Forced Femdom Initiation Part I – Huntress”.

(Domina Amanda – ) The BDSM Club had a decent crowd that night… mix of people, but enough who were serious or semi-serious about being there. Femdom, maledom and solo acts carried on in their normal way… nothing surprising or even that exciting to the enlightened… but a bit much to those new.

While I occasionally glanced up to the stage to watch my dominatrix friend… and was aware of what else was happening around me… my eyes grew more and more focused on the lovely young girl a dozen feet from where I stood. I say “young girl” not as a reflection so much of age – she was two years older than me – but of experience and manner. Of those there that night, she was obviously the prize most worth claiming by any dominatrix with a want to feed the sadism in herself.

I can be a patient person when I want to… but I am also known to be very confrontational when there is no need for patience… or I simply don’t wish to wait.

And so… as she stood there before the stage, watching her bound friend repeatedly whisper the words “thank you, Mistress”, in a voice so breathless it could barely be heard… I decided to approach her.

Unwise? Her obvious shyness and fear, however contradicted by her own arousal and interest, would have made most choose less direct methods… but I enjoy intimidation and aggressiveness… and while that can scare some away, their flight only means an enjoyable pursuit to me. And that chase only results in the excitement being all the greater in the prey when inevitably caught.

Yes… inevitable… I wanted to feel her face buried in my pussy… forced there, and made to lick all the wet her beauty, desire, and reluctance had already caused. I wanted to see all the emotions I could bring out in her eyes as I used her body… as I showed her what types of wonderful pleasure and pain I intended to enjoy.

So I walked up behind her… intentionally behind her so as to startle and unsettle… leaned in close, taking her shoulders in my hands so she couldn’t move in her surprise… and whispered into her ear – “I wish that were me up there… with you bound like that… helpless… with my hands all over you.”

Startled, she gasped… and looking over her shoulder, she tried to pull away. When I had finished what I wanted to say, I released her… smiling into her eyes in a way that spoke only of sex and confidence… with a touch of evil.

She held herself tighter, arms covering her breasts… eyes wide looking at me. Tall as I am, this girl was only a few inches shorter than me, but the heels I was in put me a good six inches above. She was obviously unused to looking at women who towered over her – an effect I always enjoy seeing and use to my advantage.

She had pulled back a bit, so I just moved in closer… intentionally crowding her and invading that personal space… forcing her back until that beautiful ass of hers bumped the stage.

I asked her what was wrong… as if I didn’t know ~laughs~… and told her she was too beautiful to be so afraid… letting some false compassion show in my face, even though I silently, and probably obviously, enjoyed her fear so much… reaching out to brush back some of those soft brown curls that had moved to cover half her face.

I told her that was my friend up there, the dominatrix that was with hers… and that her submissive friend was performing wonderfully. She told me it was her friend’s first time doing something like this… as if the obvious wasn’t already known to me… and that it was her first time in a BDSM club… even as her eyes looked for a way to escape.

I asked her how she liked it… her voice dropped as did her eyes… I smiled and laughed softly, telling her she didn’t need to tell me… that I already knew how much this excited her… that her eyes and body made that clear to me. And then with my hand I lifted her chin, forcing her to look at me as I told her that her excitement made both her innocence and longing clear to me… and made me want her.

Continued here in – “Forced Femdom Initiation Part II – A Taste”.

And to read more about the amazing Domina Amanda, including femdom stories from her life - “Tease and Denial”.

Forced Femdom Initiation I – Huntress

This is a fictional continuation of the story Domina Amanda told in her blog post – “Femdom – Young Slave Auctioned”.
 
(Domina Amanda – ) But there is more that happened later that night at the BDSM club… more I didn’t tell you…

Like I said, I wanted that other girl… the one whose friend had performed so well on stage in front of us all… so well for one so innocent and inexperienced.

My dominatrix friend was enjoying herself with the first of the pair… and the femdom scene they played out for us all, well displayed the skills my friend possessed.

But the other would be mine… however reluctant she was to get involved. As I watched her eyes follow her friend’s performance on stage, I could see clearly in them how badly she wished she had the courage to be up there with her. How much she wanted to be bound and used… but her fear held her back. Her longing attracted me to her… but her fear made my pussy wet as the sadism in me awoke to her.

She was beautiful… her skin a rich, soft brown… her features a perfect mix of European and African, taking the best from both ethnicities to produce a tall girl with dark brown hair that hung in soft ringlets over her shoulders. Large brown eyes, deep and expressive… shy and down cast. A lovely, oval face… high forehead and cheekbones. Her gentle breasts… little more than a B-cup, but in her arousal I could see the large nipples hidden under her shirt… and I wanted them in my mouth… between my teeth.

And she had the fullest lips I had ever seen. I could imagine those lips wrapped around a cock… a slave collar around her neck as she was forced to milk the cum out of a thick dick… her leash holding her face down as she took every drop of cum just as I wanted her to… swallowing it all as I turned her into the slave slut I wanted her to be.

And I could imagine kissing those lips myself… tender at first… long, deep kisses lingering on her mouth… then roughly devouring them… biting them until they were swollen and tears ran from her eyes.

But for all her beauty it was her ass that caught my attention most of all. However else her heritage may have blended, her ass was all black – full and firm. As reluctant as she may have been to involve herself in what her eyes and breathing made obvious she wanted… her ass was of another mind. It spoke to everyone there… spoke of its want to be spanked, whipped and femdom strapon fucked (her ass was too good for you boys out there). An ass like that can’t be controlled by the slave it’s attached to… it begs to be used, and calls its need with every swaying step it takes.

I wanted her bound at my feet… I wanted to drag her by her hair across the floor to where I would chain her, bent over, her ass perfectly displayed. I would whip her then… and enjoy her cries… and then I would take her slave ass with my strapon… and enjoy those cries even more.

I should be gentle with her… ease her into this… teach and train her… but I wanted to savage her so badly. As I watched her aroused but scared form huddle there… eyes locked on the cane being used on her friend… my breathing began to match hers… deep and husky… but while hers was that of the sexual prey… my breathing was that of the huntress.

Continued here in – “Forced Femdom Initiation Part II – BDSM Club”.

And to read more about the Divine Domina Amanda and her experiences as a lifestyle and professional dominatrix - “Femdom Stories”.

Chance Meeting in Domination Hell

My first contact with Domina Amanda came through one of the many domination sites she is currently listed on – Domination Hell. This place is described as a BDSM portal for those interested in more extreme forms of female domination, all at the hands of the Mistresses of Hell. Domina Amanda’s particular twist on this theme well fits her nature – dark seduction and absolute domination.

While the picture provided there showed an obviously beautiful young woman (it’s the same one that I have in my first post to this blog), it was her writing on that page that really got my attention.

A beautiful face, no matter how beautiful, only says so much about the woman, and less about her personality. There are many lovely women in the world, but few who are true beauties and less who are truly dominant. As I read what she presented on that page, I knew immediately that I had found something rare and wonderful -

“As dangerous as she is beautiful… the epitome of sexuality in its darkest, most threatening form. Femine, ruthlessly so… possessing all of the power and cruelty to be found at the heart of her sex… embracing it with relish… exploiting it with only selfish concern.“

Written more as a piece of prose with touches of the poetic, the style caught me right away. Quite different from the norm, and more effective not just for being so, but for the choice of style and the effectiveness of the language used. Power and domination not stated through words, but felt through them.

“Temptress… seductress… a creature of darkness most divine, she revels in depravity and bathes herself in obscenity unrestrained. Her will… absolute… she knows only the obedience of those who suffer at her whim… and hungrily devours the excitement, the lust, the fear she tears from their bodies.“

How can one not be caught by the spell she weaves as she speaks. Words come alive on the page, changing from something read to something heard. Something written to something spoken in a hypnotic voice. The voice of a dominant female, transcending woman into something more… something divine and unavoidably consuming in her power… the dominatrix in her greatest form.

“A dark demoness, the world exists as her plaything… offering up all of humanity to feed her sadistic need. They dance to her song of perversion… lost in their devotion to her… desperate for the touch of her glove… the kiss of her whip.“

Hints of her dark soul and the pleasure it takes from those who surround her. Domination. Sadism. Glimpses into her sexuality, into what she enjoys and intends. Knowledge that those with her aren’t participants, or even subjects, but worshipers lost in their adoration of her. Femdom as the constant condition.

“And will she reach out for you? Beware her burning eyes lest they fall upon your flesh and demand it be given to her… a sacrifice to her fiendish desires, from which she will take all that you are, leaving you with nothing that she doesn’t own… not even your soul.“

A warning to those drawn to her. A warning and a promise of what awaits you at her hands. But the choice isn’t your’s. The warning is not one spoken in the hope of saving some submissive soul or allowing the chance for a slave to escape. It’s a declaration of what will happen if she wants it to, and no warning can save you if she so decides. The choice is not your’s, and all that you are is her’s.

“Stunning, strikingly so, she is the perfect blend of addiction and obsession… drawn in feminine lines and curves so magnificent they are almost painful to behold. A vision truly bewitching… a presence irresistibly enthralling… she is the agonizing compulsion that proves her sex is the source of all sin.“

A conclusion that leaves no doubt in the minds of those already drawn into her web, like myself.

Domina Amanda, the arch-demoness of Domination Hell.

What she intends for us there goes beyond any expectation of phone domination as we know it. I have stepped into her femdom realm and know the hopelessness of any thought to escape… and I have no want to.

To read more about the Demoness Amanda, and the dark seductress of female domination that she is - “Bondage Sex”