Tease and Denial Goddess, Dominatrix Amanda

When last I wrote here, a dominatrix phone sex call had interrupted my conversation with the lovely Domina Amanda. I decided to use that as a logical point to pause in the telling of this story, even though we did speak more that night after her phone sex call was done (she did mention in passing to me that the call was a cruel tease and denial session ending in a very abrupt and cold orgasm denial as she announced “I‘ve had enough fun with you, you‘re done for tonight“ and hung up the phone on him. Hearing her talk about it was a cruel tease for me too, which is probably the reason she told me).

I didn’t have to remind her where we left off, she picked up the story as if we had only stopped speaking a moment, and told me more about the BDSM party, the lesbian pain slut she was whipping, and the intriguing dominatrix who stepped up to join them.

This BDSM story’s progress so far - we were in Manhattan at a private dungeon, an exclusive invite only event catering only to the serious minded, and tolerating only female domination. Our beautifully cruel Dominatrix Amanda was enjoying a bound pain slut when another equally cruel dominatrix joined them. Neither domina had spoken a word to the other yet, and the lesbian slave was helplessly trapped between them.

The slut was tied to a St. Andrew’s Cross, and Domina Amanda was using a short leather whip on the back of her legs, while her soon-to-be friend was using her fingernails to tease the tightly bound body of the helpless female slave. They did this together for around a half hour, still not speaking even as much as an introduction to one another. They just silently went about tormenting the lucky girl, driving her to repeated orgasm in her masochistic euphoria, while exchanging smiles and nods of approval.

After they were done with the pain slut they proceeded to spend the rest of the night at the BDSM party together, moving from room to room, slave to slave, victim to victim. Domina Amanda stalked the halls with leather whip constantly in hand, trading the earlier flicker whip for a variety of other options “as fit [her] mood”, while her new found dominatrix friend preferred to use her leather gloved hands to claw and pull, caress and tease, spank and twist. She says that at first they didn’t speak, instead sharing thoughts only with their eyes in a way that was very sexy and intimate. It was at least 2 hours after they had first met that words were finally exchanged, and then only to make basic introductions, before kissing each other deeply - “[Domina Amanda - ] And she was a damn good kisser. I’m very aggressive when it comes to sex and for that matter any intimacy in general. That doesn’t mean I can’t be a gentle tease ~laughs~, it’s just that my preference is for the kind of rough sex that consumes those involved. We kissed each other as if there were not a single person there, and then again, as if we were the two everyone else wished they were with… which I have no doubt was the case.”

Being a femdom party, the dungeon was inhabited mostly by women - with a high proportion of fetish attired dominatrix guests. The slaves were a mix of personally owned pets set to serve, some fetish models and professionals - about 2 to 1, female to male. There was one special case in this, a male slave who had been put on open use by his owner to signify his crossing the line between casual BDSM and serious femdom slavery - “[Domina Amanda - ] He was young… maybe 22, but with a teenage face. He had already experienced forced bisexuality that night… it was the demand his new dominatrix owner put upon him to prove the sincerity of his want to be truly owned. She had left him bound over a bench in the middle of one of the larger rooms… his ass still leaking cum - another male sex slave had been ordered to fuck him in front of everyone - ~laughs~ no orgasm denial there that is for sure, that stud must have dumped a half cup in him… his ass just kept dripping more. When we got to him his cock was very hard, and a sight like that screams tease and denial to me, so we spent a good hour toying with his cock and balls… sometimes cruel and rough, sometimes just a soft tease to drive him really wild… but we felt the right of release was that of his new dominatrix owner only tonight, regardless of the party‘s protocols… and so our time with him ended in orgasm denial… as such things usually do at femdom BDSM events ~laughs~.”

They ended the night by returning to tease the female slave they had originally met over - [Domina Amanda - ] I took up that cute little flicker whip again and really went off on her. She had been hanging there all night, so I had to bring the slut around and prepare her for the four foot single tail that we intended to finish her with. She still had energy to cry out in pleasure and pain as that long leather whip ran along her back and ass. She collapsed in the end… nothing new for her, she really got into this shit wonderfully. We both played with her pussy as she hung there, giving her an orgasm in that nice way as a reward for bringing the two of us together.”

“You see, I’m not always about tease and denial… that’s an unfair accusation that has been wrongfully pointed at me ~laughs~. Strict orgasm control, yes… nasty, sexy tease, yes… ruthlessly selfish domination sex, hell yes… but not always denial.”

This seems like a good place to pause in this story. More of this dominatrix tale will come soon, as Domina Amanda told me much more about this episode in her life than I have written here so far. Next we get into the experiences of the two together in the BDSM community, and how Domina Amanda first got seriously involved in professional female domination.

And you can always read more about this beautifully cruel dominatrix in her Femdom Diary - Tease and Denial

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