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Domina Amanda — The lesbian femdom performance on stage was the expected excellent. 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 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. My friend was holding within the limitations of a public bondage establishment, but obviously pushing very close to the acceptable edge.


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He was dismissed, too emotional, unworthy. I have been in the lifestyle for years. I know what I want and I know how to get it. I had picked up a few men in the months that past, duds. Went younger, wanting some fresh meat. Too dominate, too overbearing. To see the look in his face when he seen the cuffs was priceless.



I did as I was told, not wanting to displease her any more. I felt a piece of rope being tied around each of my ankles. I heard her unzipping her skirt and then the click of the fastener on the dildo. Try not to scream too loudly!





