Big Domina Cinara Update!

I received an email with good news for fans of Domina Cinara (Amanda).

First – she is back in San Francisco currently. She has been most of the Summer but will return home to NYC soon.

Second – she’s going to be taking fetish phone sex calls again right after she gets back.

Third – she will be adding more femdom stories and erotic audios to her diary website then (plus new dominatrix pictures).

Fourth – BIG NEWS – she’s already opened TWO NEW BLOGS.

Here are the links!!!

Fetish Phone Sex – a blog she describes as being “dedicated to my callers and the sexual fantasies we share. Here I‘ll be talking about all the things I love about fetish phone sex, plus I plan to cock tease and torture the hell out of all you ~smiles~. Read more about what I have planned for this place… and for you.”

Giantess Stories – a blog she describes as being “dedicated to those who love Giantess stories and Amazon women as much as me. As a very tall woman myself, I of course take special interest in this subject, enjoying it not only through the stories I write, but also through engaging in Giantess phone sex with men who share this fetish. In real life, I love to exploit the intimidating effect my height has on other people, especially men. And I well know how to use that reaction to my advantage. It’s a particularly effective part of my success as a tall dominatrix, one that has a tremendous effect on the slaves that grovel far beneath me.”

Both of these blogs also have new pictures of Domina Cinara on them.

Fifth – BIG NEWS – she’s not stopping at those two new blogs, she has a third one she’s about to open too. She says she’s had so many people ask her about the old stories and articles she wrote on her original blog, that she decided to start rewriting things on it so she could post them again.

This includes that HUGE series of essays she wrote about her life. The one that was like 45,000+ words in total, broken into 40 chapters.

It’s totally rewritten and greatly expanded so it’s not going to be the same as the original. She says it will be much better, even longer, and with a lot more tales from her past.

– Grendal

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.

—————————————————————————————————

Extreme Ballbusting Stories – CFNM Ball Busting Dominatrix

The thought of a woman kicking me full in the groin freaks me out in the LOL, as I’m sure it does most guys. Nothing good about it; something to be avoided at all costs; and surely not something 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.

The sexy 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.

—————————————————————————————————

Free Femdom Ballbusting Stories – (link to her new collection)

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 – Domina Amanda’s New Sites Are Up!
She’s writing again so check out her blog for extreme femdom stories to come!
Her old blog – which these posts once linked to – was huge – like 300+ posts
Give the new one time and she’ll make it even better than the old

PS – Don’t forget, it’s Domina Cinara!

—————————————————————————————————

Free Orgasm Denial Audio Sample by Domina Amanda

Those of you who frequent Domina Amanda’s femdom diary know that she posts many free erotic audios to her website – a new one every week. These clips usually run from two to five minutes in length, with a few going even longer, and all of them reflect her love of female domination and fetish expertise.

Her most recent is a femdom audio that’s all about orgasm denial. A cruel tease that orders you to masturbate for her entertainment, while promising nothing but sexual suffering in return. You can tell from her voice just how much she enjoys this fetish herself, and how much she wants to see you beg for her mercy.

—————————————————————————————————

Free Femdom Audio – Guided Masturbation

This link will take you to the post she has written introducing the clip.

—————————————————————————————————

There are at least 50 other free erotic audio samples to be found on her site. And for those looking for orgasm denial, Domina Amanda has written dozens of guided masturbation assignments with a cruel femdom edge.

PS – She’s now Domina Cinara and she has a new blog where she’s started writing her femdom stories once again. But for those of you reading this who are really into tease and denial, take a look a that link for a very sexy piece she’s written on the subject. She says she plans on recording it as an audio sometime that will be posted to her blog (you can find a link to her blog from the site the cruel tease essay is on).

—————————————————————————————————

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”