More Femdom Ballbusting with Domina Amanda

Domina Amanda’s latest addition to her collection of femdom stories is another excellent ballbusting scene. It’s primarily about her trip to NYC last Christmas, and how she met this beautiful young girl who she introduced to extreme femdom play. The beginning sets gives the background, and then it gets very specific with the good details.

“Her neighbor”, as Domina Amanda calls her (she was her neighbor where she was staying on her vacation), had never been been involved with BDSM, but when she head about how our Goddess is a dominatrix, the girl started following Domina Amanda around asking questions of obviously more than passing interest.

One thing led to another and the two started fooling around – some fetish and BDSM play mixed with lesbian sex. The girl’s growing interest in male slaves then led to Domina Amanda surprising her with a bound boy for her to play with – literally shoving her into her first femdom scene.

The girl started off shy but soon jumped full into her new role as amateur dominatrix, attacking the slave with savage intent. Unable to move, helplessly locked in rope bondage, the pain slut’s cock and balls were tortured by not only the girl’s hands and feet, but also her mouth and teeth. Biting and tearing at his scrotum, the descriptions of the kind of ballbusting she delivered even made me squirm a bit. A shy, amateur scene turned into the kind of hot and heavy femdom bondage sex that’s not for the faint of heart, especially since the girl obviously lost herself in her fun!!!

At the time of me riding this, Domina Amanda has just put on a thick strapon cock to use on the boy’s ass which her “neighbor” keeps up the teeth biting CBT.

The tale is presented as a series of stories, starting off with how they met, then telling a bit about the first times they hung out, before finally geting into the detailed story of this girls first experience with femdom bdsm and ballbusting.

This set of stories starts here – A Neighbor Curious About Femdom BDSM – (NOTE – Domina Amanda’s site is moving so this link is not currently active. I will update it when she gets her new site running.)

I don’t know how much longer it is going to go but Dominatrix Amanda has been posting more to it recently so I’d expected more chapters soon without much wait.

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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Extreme Ballbusting Stories – CFNM Ball Busting Dominatrix

The thought of a woman kicking me full in the groin freaks me out in the extreme LOL, as I’m sure it does most guys. Nothing good about it; something to be avoided at all costs; and surely not the thing a man would look for in femdom stories. You’d think that view would be universal but it’s not. “Ballbusting and Cock Biting” (free pics and videos there) as it’s known by its fetish name, is a very popular femdom BDSM activity, and if you think for a moment beyond the surface description, it makes sense that it is.

Imagine being totally helpless, tied up with your arms stretched over your head and legs spread wide. You’re naked, and your cock and balls are fully exposed. Any sexual extreme could happen to you, and there’s not a single thing you could do to stop it. That level of vulnerability is very exciting to the male masochist. And as insane as it might sound at first, ballbusting is one perfect way to fulfill the need for torture and humiliation that they love.

Getting kicked in the balls is something men fear, and something that is extremely embarrassing to a man, especially when it’s a woman doing the ball kicking. It takes your power away in an instant, leaving you writhing on the floor in humiliation. That’s the focus of femdom ballbusting, it plays on those instinctual emotions all men share.

Take our tied up slave, and add to the scene this hot young dominatrix. A tall woman with long legs and cold, cruel eyes. Dressed all in leather with a pair of black thigh high boots on. A classic CFNM femdom scene and the starting point of many great BDSM stories. Just the sort of thing that gets the blood of a male masochist pounding with fear and desire.

What will this cruel young dominatrix do to him? Will she silently take up a leather whip, letting the lash speak for her? Maybe clamps and weights to hang from his nipples, cock and ball sack? Or perhaps hot wax and needles even?

No, this hot fetish dominatrix has something else in mind. She walks slowly around him, filling the room with the ominous sound made by the heels of her thigh high boots. Then she pauses in front of him, and without expression, suddenly launches one of those leather boots right up between his wide spread legs, crushing his ball sack with a brutal kick. He cries out in pain, but she just does it again and again, an increasingly extreme series of ballbusting groin kicks that finally leave him unable to make a single sound. And yet his cock is rock hard on the verge of orgasm by the time the ball kicking dominatrix stops her attack.

That sounds insane doesn’t it? Too extreme for most people, even those really into femdom BDSM. But even so, I still think it‘s hot – yeah, I‘m nuts! As much as I wouldn’t want to experience such brutal treatment for real, the fantasy of it, as seen through CFNM humiliation video or read about in ballbusting stories, turns me on. It’s like a lot of fetish subjects: great fantasy, not necessarily great reality. Just because I masturbate to it doesn’t mean I want to really do it. Then again it does depend on the femdom involved LOL. The hotter and more demanding the dominatrix, the more I find myself willing to do things I might otherwise not.

Domina Amanda recently finished a 12+ part retelling of a real life BDSM session she did. It’s all CFNM with her dressed much like what I described above, and a lot goes on in it, from some extreme femdom torture to her having an orgasm as she uses a strapon on this forced bi slave boy’s ass. But the middle 2 chapters are centered on ballbusting, and those stories are what got my interest in this fetish started.

I’d heard of ballbusting before but never gave it a second thought. Reading what she wrote about it in her stories changed that. I can’t say I’m totally into it, and no doubt my interest is largely due to Domina Amanda being involved, but reading the ball kicking segment of this femdom BDSM scene stuck with me.

While this series of femdom stories is over a dozen parts in length, the middle has 2 chapters centered on ballbusting, and of course it’s described in that blunt, sexy style Domina Amanda is known for.

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Free Femdom Ballbusting Stories

Here you’ll find the part of the story I’ve been telling you about – some brutal groin kicking and CBT by the tall dominatrix in the pictures I’ve posted here.

And she has also written more about both femdom ballbusting and CFNM in her personal diary since I first posted this. Including a nasty wake-up call she gave to a rude guy in the form of a combat boot groin kick.

NOTE – Links Will Be Corrected Soon
Domina Amanda Is Moving Her Sites – Oct, 2009
When They Are Open I will Link Them From Here

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Femdom Chastity Stories of Domina Amanda

This is for all of you out there who are interested in femdom chastity and lesbian domination – Domina Amanda is currently telling the story of a young female chastity slave she owned back when she first started working as a professional dominatrix in the NYC BDSM scene -

Free - Femdom Stories – Lesbian Chastity Slave

I don’t know how long it will be, but it’s just getting started, with descriptions of the slave girl and how they met. (Personally, I love lesbian femdom. Even if there’s no male slave in it, it’s always hot to read about girls being together.) The part in the bathroom stall where the girl begged to be her slave and showed the belt she was already wearing is so good.

This story follows a pair of posts she did on another chastity slave she owned – an older business man into male humiliation as much as long term orgasm denial. This guy would be forced to wear a chastity belt to work, where she would sometimes show up in a dominatrix style business suit to abuse and embarass him in his office. The punishment parts show you just how coldly ruthless Domina Amanda can be -

Free - Male Chastity Domination story

While the above femdom stories are non-fiction, Domina Amanda has written a few fictional pieces, including the unfinished “Forced Initiation” tales on this site. She has told me she plans to move them to a new location she intends to open in the future where she will add to the series. (“Initiation” is a fictionalized expansion of an experience Domina Amanda had in a BDSM club a few years ago, a story taking the real life events of that night in a lesbian forced domination “what if” direction).

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If you like those stories, you should also check out Domina Amanda’s diary entries about her – Lesbian Puppy Slave

A pet she lives with who is her 24/7 sexy toy.
The girl exists only to be a wet slut her dominatrix.

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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”.

And to experience more of the incredible Domina Amanda, including femdom stories taken from her life, read her personal blog – “Domination Sex”.

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”.