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Orgasm denial can be used as an effective means to control, punish and reward…
Heightening male sexual need, leaving him more and more vulnerable to…
The masturbatrix holding him firmly under strict orgasm control…
And when she finally allows him that orgasm, the pleasure he receives is very clearly…
Something that belongs to her, given or taken as she desires
I don’t need to ask if you’re ready for some tease and denial… a little guided masturbation that will take care of that burning need between your legs. I don’t need to ask because we both know you’re always ready to grab your cock and stroke it when a beautiful woman commands you to. And when that woman is me, the only thing you have to worry about is if that orgasm is going to come rushing out of you before you’ve given that cock even 5 strokes.

But we’e not going to have that problem, because you’re going to do exactly what you’re told… and like a good little boy, your cock will obey my every wish, because it wants me to have total control over it. I don’t have to threaten you with orgasm denial… you want to obey, and you’ll enjoy however much or little I allow you to have when we are done.
You’ll stroke that cock exactly the way I tell you… or you won’t at all…
This isn’t simply about orgasm control… this is a matter of ownership…
And I won’t have you abusing my property… I abuse that thing, not you…
Not grab it and start stroking… but you’ll cum only if I want you to “Those balls of yours look so tender and full…

I could be so very nice to them… helping you work them up til bursting…

Or I could just tease them viciously… tormenting them until you beg for release

There is something very liberating for me in taking firm hold of a degradation whore, letting my darkness go off on him/her… more than just total domination with a nasty sadistic edge, but the freedom to take another human being and use that person as a pure, exploitable object. There is an uplifting sense of power to it that is a mad rush… but one requiring a dominant female with a solid sense of self-control who while enjoying the power, can still behave responsibly… as I can. Plus a “victim” who understands what he is seeking - masochism - and truly wants what he is about to receive… to put things mildly ~smiles~ (idiots who seek out this fetish in whatever form, enjoying the hell out of it while it is happening to them, but who then proceed to freak out soon after, as if everything is everyone else’s fault and they had no idea, are a total fucking headache - look before you leap, stupid, and don’t let your sexual desires race beyond your reality).

My love of exhibitionism makes me especially likely to instigate displays of public humiliation… this can range from simple things like slapping a man in a crowded place and berating him for the worthless fool he obviously is, humiliating him badly under the eyes of all those present (the “audience” being no more than random bystanders totally oblivious to any deeper reasons behind what is going on)… to more complex scenarios that take planning and development over time, an example of which would be financial domination and the setting up of a consensual blackmail relationship - building it up slowly from the point of initial contact… eventually reaching full out financial domination, where the victim is running himself ragged to meet demands… and progressing finally to exposure, where the source of the blackmail is fully revealed, and the victim is left to face the consequences, trapped in whatever resulting degradation was waiting for him (again, even though the words “financial domination blackmail” have an illegal sounding edge to them, the fetish I am speaking of is all consensual and structured every step of the way).

“There is a wonderful feeling of power to be had in having a slave before you…
Standing, spread eagle, left helpless in tight rope bondage…
His legs wide and completely open… begging for a good groinkick…
And you‘ve got just the right pair of boots on for the occasion

While my domination phone sex caller was pounding his cock towards a second orgasm, I stood there silently, taking a moment to look at what I had done. The only sound in the room was the ragged breathing of the bondage slave who was bound before me… and the whispered noises of the caller through the speaker phone.

My slave’s head hung down on his chest, and his body was covered in sweat… the rope at his wrists had dug in deeply… marks that would last sometime - the telltale sign of the bondage slave. I reached out one leather gloved hand to caress his face, lifting it slightly as I did. Not out of sympathy or compassion, but the want to touch such a lovely display of suffering.
I then moved closer to him again, pressing my body up against his as my hands slid down between his legs… my touch still gentle and soft. My face moved to his neck and cheek, letting my lips, nose and tongue touch him - I wanted to breathe and taste his pain… to enjoy his cruel femdom torture through every sense possible. I gently removed the clamps from his abused nipples… making soft, soothing sounds while my hands caressed what only moments before they had so sought to hurt. Then I ran my fingers along his back… smiling as they traveled the crisscrossing pattern of long welts my whip had created… finally down to his ass, which I took a firm hold of.

And then with no warning at all, I bought my knee up very hard into his balls. Pressed up against him as I was, I heard and felt all that was his reaction to this sudden ballbusting move, and it was fantastic. So I did it immediately a second time… and then a third and fourth… savagely, my teeth clenched and grunting as I put as much force behind each ballbusting attack as I could… my hands holding his ass firming in place, both bracing my movement and preventing his. Then I held my knee there… grinding the leather of my thigh high boot into his cock and balls, pushing it all back up inside of him.

The first ballbusting knee to his groin had knocked the wind out of him, leaving him hanging there by his wrists, his body up against mine. I think at that moment the rope bondage was the only thing preventing him from falling to the floor. By the last of the quick series of ballbusting strikes, his legs had given out completely and I was enjoying his weight against me… the satisfaction of having caused his collapse made me suddenly much more wet than I already was.
With my knee pressed firmly into his groin, his cock and balls were crushed between the leather of my thigh high boot and the weight of his own body. I let him ride my knee like that, working it back and forth, grinding up into him, while I started to speak again, breaking the long silence for the benefit of my domination phone sex caller who was “peeping” in on our bondage sex through the speaker phone.

As horrible as ballbusting, and for that matter, a lovely groinkick, might sound, the effect such cruel femdom attention had on my bondage sex slave was just too much for him. After less than a couple of minutes of my knee rubbing against his cock, and my body pressing so close against him, his tortured balls gave up everything that was in them, pouring out a thick orgasm all over my leg. The white of his cum contrasted sharply with the black leather of my thigh high boots… and again with that of my gloves as I collected it and fed it to him. Cum swallowing was something he had never done before, but as always, this bondage slave obeyed nicely.
After I had fed him, I moved away to finish cleaning off my boots. I wasn’t mad that he had cum without permission… in the state he was in, especially after those solid ballbusting shots, I doubt he could even think that clearly, and I had expected it to happen anyway. But still, he made a mess on my boots, and femdom punishment was naturally required.

Tied as he was, with his legs pulled apart, his groin was an all too easy target. Turning back towards him I took three quick steps and brought my foot up as hard as I could between his legs… a full force groinkick that brought a terrible, twisted eruption of sound from his throat. Then I slowly walked behind him, letting the heels of my boots make sharp, ominous noises on the floor as I did. And then I gave him another full groinkick from behind, followed by a hard kick in his ass, the tip of my boot targeting his asshole. I wanted to drive it in, but that pleasure was for my strapon alone. My boots would remain focused only on the femdom ballbusting they were made for.

For the next ten minutes I circled him that way… slowly moving around in those cruel thigh high boots… letting long moments pass between sudden stops to kick him again. My domination phone sex caller sounded almost as if he was going to have a heart attack when he had his second orgasm. I ignored him… I was too busy stroking my own thick rubber cock
Not all stories of female domination must be about pain and suffering…
It’s just that it’s so much fun seeing a man grovel and beg…
Especially when for all his blubbering, his cock is rock hard and enjoying it…
And the more cruel the torture, the more it wants to cum

The male anal orgasm is an intense experience felt through a man’s entire body…
It doesn’t require any sort genital stimulation, or ejaculation to occur…
In fact, proper anal stimulation can lead to multiple anal orgasms in close succession…
Caused by being penetrated, without penetrating

“The male anal orgasm is an intense experience felt through a man’s entire body…
It doesn’t require any sort genital stimulation, or ejaculation to occur…
In fact, proper anal stimulation can lead to multiple anal orgasms in close succession…
Caused by being penetrated, without penetrating - Femdom Strapon”

- Like I said earlier, I had only intended to write a few posts about this bondage sex session, planning to share the general details with you all because they were just too damn good not to. But telling your own femdom stories has a way of making you relive what it is you experienced, by bringing back all of those wonderfully cruel memories as you write ~grinz~. And so, in my own enjoyment of the telling, my stories have a tendency to shift in tone and length, as I’m sure you appreciate. If you can’t be doing what I am, at least you can enjoy my femdom stories and dream. My life so fucking kicks ass ~laughs~.

When I left off last, my bondage sex slave was suffering a particularly brutal ballbusting attack, while my domination phone sex caller had just had his second orgasm. And now we continue…

I gave him one last groinkick from behind. I had waited a good couple minutes in total silence before finally bringing my thigh high boot up sharply into his balls. Standing perfectly still, leaving both the slave before me, and the one listening in on the speaker phone in anxious suspense, I delivered this final ballbusting kick without a single noise to warn them. When the boot connected, and the bondage slave let out a broken grunt, my domination phone sex caller yelped with him.

By that time I couldn’t resist any longer. My cock wanted to be inside of him so badly. I stood there watching him… jerking my strapon with long, hard strokes. No more smiles of sadistic joy… those had been replaced by an intensity that left me with only one thought in mind - I wanted to fuck his ass as deeply as I could. I had enjoyed the cruel femdom abuse of his flesh, but now I wanted to invade his body… a brutal strapon violation that would break what little of his will that might be left as I brought myself to orgasm.

The sight of my bondage sex slave hanging there by his wrists… completely broken down… was absolutely intoxicating. The savage femdom ballbusting I described in my last post had pushed my blood to boiling, and left that cruel need inside of me demanding so much more. I had used his ass before and knew that he could be brought to anal orgasm from a good strapon fuck, but my mind wasn’t on what I could do to him anymore… only how I could use him in my own desire to cum.

I had been dressed in tight leather since before our sexual torture session started. Long gloves, thigh high boots, tight fitting corset, and a full strapon harness with hanging 9″ cock. I know I’m devastatingly hot in such clothes, and I wear them with all the power and beauty one would expect from a true dominatrix. When my bondage sex slave had first arrived at my door, I had commanded him to drop to his knees right there… door still open onto the street… and suck my strapon cock. I made him work it until he gagged from trying to get it down his throat… then I dug my fingers into his hair and fucked his face while he coughed and heaved, straining to obediently not move
Now, well over an hour into the femdom session, my strapon was longing for the attention it deserved. Teased by his mouth, and then left to wait all this time as I enjoyed my cruel femdom torture of him, I knew that its patience was at an end. I could feel it rubbing against my clit as I stroked it… and I wanted to feel rubbing against my clit as I rode his ass.

And I knew he wanted it badly… that he had been dreaming of it. His last lesson in strapon domination had provoked a powerful anal orgasm that had left him shaking long after I was done with him. It was nothing like he had ever experienced before, and since then, he had often tried to bring the subject up. I ignored all his attempts, knowing full well the effect an anal orgasm has on a man after his first full experience with one. I wanted him anxious and longing for more… his need building to the point that he would be half way to orgasm just at the sight of my strapon. When I had ordered him to come to my house that night, and told him our femdom session would be a mix of cruel torture and bondage sex, he had whispered only one thing in reply - “thank you, Mistress”. Good boy.

And brutal femdom ballbusting doesn’t do a damn thing to throw off a good anal orgasm. In fact it only heightens the effect for the masochist, so long as the line between euphoria and unconscious is watched

Well if the slut shit eating piggy boi doesnt keep his payments up the blog is not the only place this will be published

This will teach him to disobey lol

worthless short dick boy loves his small penis humiliation and can’t get enough of it. Big surprise there ~laughs~… if life gives you bitty little rotten shriveled lemons, I guess you’ve still gotta try to make something out of it, no matter how sour and undrinkable.

The only problem is… every time I’m with him, I feel like I’m kicking a half dead dog… it’s just too easy to rip this guy apart.

I mean he obviously deserves it. People with dicks that tiny are put on the earth for the single reason of being ridiculed by beautiful, dominant women like myself. And then after their self-esteem has been properly slammed down to nothing, they make excellent little docile slaves for us… which is about the only thing these near eunuchs can do for a woman, other than being a small penis humiliation punching bag… which does have its entertainment value.

I want to make some ugly girl - I mean ugly as sin missing teeth bad hair unwashed whore - suck him off on cam for me ~laughs her ass off~. Seriously, that’s the only possibility here. No normal girl would ever choose to have sex with this guy, let alone take him into her mouth. So the only option is to go total bottom of the barrel for what I have in mind… and besides… they would match ~laughs~.

I so want to see the look on her face when she sees that horrid small penis for the first time… the look of humiliation on his face when she busts out in an ugly girl cackle laugh… and then watch the perverted horror of the one big mess sucking the other’s tiny mess off until it cums. Then I’ll make her swallow it to see if she pukes ~laughs and gags~. And then I’ll laugh my damn ass off at her for doing it.

I going to put a pic of his loser tiny cock on my cell phone. That way when I meet straight girls I want to fuck I can show them his ugly small penis, and with one look they’ll never want dick again. I will of course then have to “comfort” them in their shock and dismay ~grinz~.

After every male humiliation session he and I have, I swear it’s like a week before I can think about having sex again with any guy. It takes my little puppy girl’s slut mouth a good 5 days of giving me orgasms before I can think about a penis in a good way. And then when I’m ready I tie up my favorite male sex slave… the one with the big, thick cock of a real man, and I climb on top of him to clear my mind of any lingering thoughts of tiny things. A good ride on top of that pole and I’m all better ~laughs~.

I’m posting this all partly as a warning, not to him but to all of you. As much as this guy loves small penis humiliation, his interest in financial domination is going to get him into big trouble this time. I know he is going to screw up badly soon, and when he does his pics are going up all over. When that happens, I don’t want to hear any complaints from people struck blind, turned to stone, rushed to the hospital, or anything else like that. I’ve warned you way in advance and when those pictures get posted I will make sure to have a clear warning stated at the top as a reminder of the horror that awaits those who dare look. So I don’t want to hear shit.

Until then… I had to say something about how friggin ugly this guy’s pindick is. It’s like purging yourself after a traumatic experience or something. I think maybe I should add an additional warning about how funny the twisted root looks… some might laugh themselves to death in their shock, otherwise.

A tiny little joke dick is such an excellent thing to hold over the head of a dumbass trapped in the claws of financial domination ~laughs~.

My, my. You love to touch that cock, don’t you, boy? But you brought yourself here to bootcamp, so apparently you think you’re up for some real training.

So we’ll just see about that, won’t we?

Take that dick in your hand and give it some rough, quick stroking. Lube? Uh-uh. Not yet. Just do the ten strokes like that. And yes, rougher and quicker than you’d normally do.I want it hard in a hurry, and then I’ll take my time from there.

Now, change it up. I wouldn’t want to make you sore already, poor thing, so let’s do some very light strokes, and very, very slowly. That’s right. All the way up, all the way down. Feel your hand every inch of the way. Think about me there watching you, enjoying the sight of you stroking just for me. In fact, why don’t you practice asking me for permission to use lube on your cock? And meanwhile, get 25 strokes done in that light, feathery way.

All right. Now roll your balls around in your hand while you use only an index finger to stroke your cock. And you can stroke it any way you want with the finger. But remember, no lube. Get a rhythm going, and let’s do another 45 strokes like that. And think really hard (heh) about whether you couldn’t be a little more convincing in getting me to agree to your using lube.

Okay, then—now you can lube the head. But only the head. And yes, you guessed it—you only get to work the head. Now, you can do whatever you want with it…squeeze it, pound it, rub it like crazy. But only the head gets any action. Do that for a full six minutes.

Now, slap the lube on the rest of your shaft. And I mean slap it. Put the lube in your palm and smack it all over the shaft. And now you shouldn’t be touching the head at all. Just the shaft.

And ooh, wouldn’t you love to be able to enjoy having it on? I’ll just bet. So all right, you may stroke—but downwards only. Every stroke for the next 60 should be downward.

Need to stroke upward? Really? Hm. First, why don’t you rub your cock between your palms, now that it’s slick? Just like you’re trying to start a fire. Go two minutes with that. And obviously, no cumming.

Do you think you’re man enough to handle stroking your entire lubed cock? Hm. Well, let’s just see. Go ahead and stroke for me, but pump your hips as you do so. Really fuck that fist. That’s right, baby. Show me how much you’re going to want to cum. Call Me now slut

I know you’ve been sitting behind your desk, watching all your pretty co-workers walk by, checking out their legs and their asses, haven’t you? You lust after them all day, periodically rubbing your cock and balls behind that big desk.

Well, now it’s time to do something about it other than stare at them with your piggy eyes. No, dumbass, you’re not going to hit on one of them or ask them out! Hahaha! We’re going to tease that cock; you know, the one your so fond of fondling underneath that huge, phallic desk of yours. Today you’re taking a special lunch break, so be prepared.

I want you to plan your lunch break carefully today. Pack a special “take away” of lube or lotion, put it in your brown bag, and carry it through the office with you as you head out to lunch. Announce to the office that you’re taking your break, and instead of leaving the office, walk into to the bathroom. If it’s a co-ed bathroom that’s even better.

Pick the stall closest to the door, go in, leave it unlocked, take out your “lunch”, drop your pants, and lube up your cock and balls. I want you to close the lid on the toilet and squat up there where no one can see your legs under the door. Are you nervous? Good!

Now take your balls and begin to stroke them very lightly, just letting your cock hang there untouched. Put four fingers underneath your sack and your thumb on top, and stroke down until your ball sack bulges at the bottom. Does that feel good? I know it does; I hear your moans. Now take your cock in your other hand.

Start from the bottom of your shaft, work your way up in slow, rhythmic half-circles, moving all the way up to your head. Really start to work on that cock-helmet, letting your thumb slide over it in small, soft circles. Use the pad of your fingers, letting the soft skin slide over that silky head. What’s that? You’re afraid someone might hear you moaning or open the stall door and catch you? That’s the point, MASTERbator. Hahaha!

Now make a tight fist around your shaft (keep working those balls) and give me ten slow strokes, then five fast strokes.. Do NOT cum! I want ten more slow strokes, then five fast.

When you stroke up, push your cock away from you and pull your balls down. Let yourself really get into, let those moans come out of those parted lips, throw that head back and stroke furiously, thinking about all those shoes, high-heels, short skirts, and stocking-clad legs that make you hard all day. I want you to do more than stroke; I want you to fuck your hand like it’s a tight pussy! Do it harder!

If you hear anyone come in (and you will – it is lunch after all), do not stop! Pound your clenched fist down over your cock rod, thrusting your hips up into your hand. Harder! I want you to be loud! Now that you feel yourself coming to the edge, call Me to hear the rest of my assignment, and to see if you get to finish your lunch..