Domina Stories - Femdom Pain Slut Introduction
(Took me a couple days longer than I anticipated, but picking up where I last left off - )
Part Two
Domina Amanda said this to me about the femdom party at which she first met the dominatrix who was to become her close friend - “[the pain slut] was one of the ‘fetish toys’ there that night - one of the girls that was tied up for general use. Of course limits existed but at these parties there would be a bunch of slaves - some just serving, others tied up and available for play. Since these femdom parties were invite only you knew everyone was going to be cool, and so the slaves would have a variety of people work on them throughout the night - all dominant women of course, all serious about the BDSM community - pure femdom. Sometimes in groups, and sometimes longer, individual sessions… but the slaves would be helpless there, just open to whatever the female guests wanted. Denial would not be an option to them though once started… preset limits existed as a house rule, but once you went in as a slave you would be expected to perform within those rules… as was each dominant. Slaves could orgasm with the permission of the dominatrix controlling them at the moment, and forms of bondage sex did occur. Most enjoyed seeing the female slaves orgasm as often as possible… but for the male slaves it was tease and denial more than allowed release.”
(While the domination portion of these parties was totally female, the slaves were a mix of sexes, including some shemales and feminized bisexual males.)
Domina Amanda continued with - “[the pain slut] loved the whip… I mean, she would get wet from just seeing you hold a whip that she knew was going to be used on her soon… easy to bring her to orgasm with one… whip, cat, flogger, crop, just so long as it was leather - she had a real serious fetish for leather, also in clothing - and since I love them all too, but from the female domination side ~laughs~, much of my time that night was spent with her ~laughs~. And she knew how I was with one… I get this intense look in my eyes ~grinz nasty~, so she was damn happy when she first saw me standing behind her, whip in hand… she was like half way to orgasm before I’d really done anything more than tease her a little… ~laughs~ such a greedy pain slut. And us together always made for an intense lesbian domination session… I will tell you more of her in the future, she’s the kind of stuff that the best BDSM stories are made of ~laughs~ and I’ve kept in touch with her through the years so more stories are sure to be in the making. She‘s also great to play very evil orgasm denial games with because when she gets worked up she totally loses herself in her need. I‘ve seen her beg almost hysterically when she’s on the verge of orgasm but not allowed to cum. Orgasm denial was more painful to her than a long single tail… beautifully so ~grinz~.”
And then this about how she met her soon to be close friend - “[the pain slut] was tied to a wooden St. Andrew’s Cross (the whole party was setup in fine BDSM style with excellent atmosphere)… naked but for the leather hood she loved to wear and a pair of 10 eye Doc Marten’s which looked hot on her when she was stripped like that ~grinz~. I think I was using a simple flicker whip on the back of her legs when this tall female comes up… she’s got a long black skirt on with boots, and a tight black leather jacket zipped halfway up her neck… not all decked up in stereotypical dominatrix gear… rather reserved, but definitely classy and so obviously about femdom that no “uniform” could ever be a necessity. Without pausing, she walks directly to the bound slut… smiling to me as she takes up position on the other side… and with a nod of approval from me, she starts to rake our captive’s back slowly with her long fingernails, not to the point of clawing, but enough to get a reaction… playing a sort of tease and denial with her… softer, then harder… faster, then slower… and we quickly fell into a rhythm together, matching each others movements… whip to nails… complimenting or contrasting as fit the reaction we wanted to get out of the girl. We smiled at each other and just stayed like that, grinning without saying anything, as our little pain slut writhed against the cross…”
At this point we were interrupted by a dominatrix phone sex call she received, so I will pause things here. Future BDSM stories I will probably break up in this way, reflecting how the narrative was received. More in my next post).
( <- This picture is of Domina Amanda close to her 21st birthday.)
Domina Amanda has a dominatrix phone sex radio show she is hosting with her friend, the lovely Mistress Alexis. The name of the show - Devilish Tease - comes from how the two of them bring different sexual styles to the program, just as they have different approaches to phone domination. The delightfully 

