More Pictures of Domina Amanda

Here are a few more Cellphone Pictures of Domina Amanda. They were taking during her recent move. I’m not sure who took them but I’m guessing it was her puppy girl who did.

Domina Amanda told me she got a “little dirty” while the pics were being taken, and I asked in what way, so she sent me these to show me! She said these are the “tame ones” and just laughed at meafter that. I’ll try to get some of the nastier pictures from her but you know what kind of tease Domina Amanda is. I do have a few other pics of her that I will post soon.

I think it’s so damn sexy seeing her go out wearing a long, heavy jacket with nothing but lingerie on underneath. I know she often said on her old blog that she routinely does things like that but seeing it is so much better than reading!

I know for fact that when Domina Amanda’s New Blog is up she is going to tell more of what happened during her move.

She did hint to me that something really dirty happened to puppy girl right after these pictures were taken!!! I can’t wait to read those femdom stories! I’m wondering if she had to punish the movers for doing something stupid too!!

~ G.D.

Reaction of Women to Femdom Stories

Based on letters I’ve received, it seems like a lot of people enjoyed the post I did about ballbusting. Not just men who are into the fetish, but a surprising number of women who really seem to love the idea of slipping on a pair of thigh high boots and kicking the hell out of some guy’s cock and balls.

It’s kind of frightening in a way, but also really hot to think of women reading things like this and getting nasty ideas from it.

When I read femdom stories I usually think only from my own perspective and what I get out of it; how it turns me on and how I fantasize about being the guy in the story. The letters I’ve received made me stop and think about the effect these stories have on women. That they enjoy these things I never questioned, but how these stories open their eyes to new possibilities is really hot.

In modern society, even with equal rights, women are still portrayed in more of a submissive or secondary role to men. Sexually they are what is sought after, with the men doing the seeking. Women are more vulnerable and emotional, while men are the aggressive and even dangerous ones.

This is how women are usually depicted, and as a result a sort of conditioning occurs, creating the assumption that this is what women should be in the minds of both sexes.

It seems that when women stumble across femdom stories like the ballbusting and torture tales I’ve linked to here, they see a whole other possibility. Its like being exposed to new ideas and influences that open up the potential of another way of thinking, that of the female in a dominant sexual role, even an aggressive and sadistic one.

Not all immediately jump on the idea as something they would want to actually do. I think most probably don’t. But the idea itself, the fact that there are women who are powerful like this, women who enjoy female domination in extreme ways, is almost inspiring to many others of their sex. That even if this is not for them, other women can and will do as they please, especially in such extreme ways. The doors and possibilities open if one chooses to take them.

There are other women who are repulsed by femdom stories of any kind, even ones far more mild than ballbusting or the basic torture activities that are expected of BDSM. But most of these seem to object to the sexual displays less than the idea of sexually confident, dominant women. Some don’t think it is dignified for ladies to do these things, and others are grossed out by it, but they are in the minority overall.

Forced Toilet Slave Punishment

Domina Amanda first became involved in femdom BDSM while she was growing up in NYC. In her late teens she moved from sexual interest into professional involvement when she hooked up with a highly experienced dominatrix who owned a private femdom dungeon in Manhattan.

Domina Amanda has told a number of stories about their time together, both in femdom session and their personal lives. Most recently she made a pair of entries to her diary about a toilet slave the two used to torture and abuse in a dungeon specially designed for this fetish.

Now, toilet slave stories normally wouldn’t be something I look for, but urine aside, the forced humiliation and punishment she describes here is just so damn good. This isn’t simple pissing in a slave boy’s mouth by a dominatrix, they take this boy’s punishment to another level. Forced into a totally helpless position, he’s left to the cruel attentions of a pair of sadistic women who intend on enjoying this fetish just as much as the toilet slave himself. How they take advantage of his vulnerability would make any guy jealous.

The stories start with these two women, and then in the second part an asian dominatrix friend joins them to take the torture up yet another notch. The custom toilet bowl they lock this guy in is classic, as is what he’s forced to do to survive being in it. And then there’s what else they do to his body!

Free Stories - Toilet Slave Punishment

NOTE – Domina Amanda is moving her site…
I will correct the links here when she has it up and running.

That’s the link to the set I’ve been describing. She has other pieces written in her diary about this fetish too, including punishment assignments for distance training.

There’s a fetish phone sex site that posts interviews with Domina Amanda which has more on this here - Toilet Slave Stories. On this site she talks about another kind of femdom punishment she and her friend enjoyed as part of this fetish – the cruel torture of their bound victim as he is slowly lowered head first into an oversized clear bowl.

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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”.

And to learn more about the perfection that is Domina Amanda, including femdom stories from her life – “Bondage Sex”.

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”.