[NSFW] Breakdown of a Breakdown (Femdom Porn Video Analysis)

[RiellePearson]

Originally, I intended to make this a request thread.

I was going to take my all-time favorite femdom video... the porn picture which enamored me to the notion of male-subbing in the first place, the female-led sex scene which perennially scratches my femdom itch to this day... and say "Hey, I'd like a partner to help me recreate this through erotic roleplay"

But as the contents of the thread coalesced into a draft within my mind... I realized that I had more words to gush over the intricacies of the aforementioned piece of media, than to detail the practicals of translating it to a written play-by-post medium. So until I find the brainpower to figure out the latter matter, I will be pouring my thoughts out in this thread. To clear up my writer's block, if nothing else.

In the interest of keeping a balanced schedule, I will be analyzing the 17-ish minute video one post at a time - chunking the scene up at my personal discretion and giving each one its own post in this thread.

....And yes, this may or may not be an excuse for me to showoff the fruits of playing around with a Video to GIF converter I found online

So, without further ado...

 

[RiellePearson]

The scene fades in from black, and immediately we find our intrepid ruinee-to-be strapped spreadeagle to a bed - exposed and vulnerable like a lab specimen about to be dissected, yet simultaneously naked and cushioned by comforters like a concubine about to be.... *ahem* utilised.

His attending lady starts off the scene on all fours, with her leading arm braced atop his stomach. She strikes the image of a housecat kneading her paw against the open torso of a lounging human - the adorably endearing gesture of a refined and feminine creature, made all the more deceptively disarming by those predatory intentions simmering below a façade of domestication and housetraining. The instinct to wring out every last drop of sadistic entertainment from her prey as she slowly, gradually, glacially destroys him.

You can tell by the way his manhood is swollen from frenulum to perineum, that only the lizard part of our victim's mind is fooled by that lipstick, corset, and stockings.

Deep down, he knows that's not a simple leather glove drumming against his unprotected and very caress-able flank.

It's the clawtip of a feline mankiller wearing the skin of an eye-candy pin-up doll, probing her talons against the least protected, most disembowel-able part of his anatomy... as she sets the stage to destroy him in a MUCH more agonizing manner....

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Though her attire, and his attire, leave little doubt as to what method she is going to employ to destroy his manhood and personhood in one fell swoop, our corseted dissectress still proceeds to allude to it in a manner most exquisite. Porn, and to an extent pop culture, is littered with connotations of female breasts being ripe for groping. But this alluring dominatrix flips the script, by molesting her male prisoner's man-mammaries.

Treating herself to a palmful of each pec, she intimately touches perhaps the most overlooked yet undeniably sensitive parts of the male anatomy. I have no doubts that the sensation of the cool leather is absolutely toe-curling against his teats, a stimulus compounded by the fact that his armpits are bare and exposed by the extreme angle of his restrained arms, leaving his hollows helpless to be ghosted by the very tips of her lithe digits as he is fondled in the manner that he fantasizes of reciprocating on the bountiful bra-bound bosom of his beautiful tormentress.

 

[RiellePearson]

After a firm yet fleeting fondle for each breast, it doesn't take an erotica writer on an adult roleplaying forum to figure out which defenseless erogenous zone on his nude anatomy those dextrous digits are going to dart towards next.

Even so, the delightful domme opts to take the scenic route. Rather than fly directly south, she traces her way down the terrain of his western flank. Stimulating the sensitive ribs and sinuous tendons of his sensitive sides without getting sidetracked herself, Miss Dominatrix samples the tension in his nerves and heartstrings like a violinist tuning the strings of her instrument so it may sing at her command.

Our spreadeagled submissive can barely suck in his gut fast enough to react to fingers that are already gliding down his hip. And he scarcely has seconds to settle the shivers in his spine before his sac is seized upon by her sinfully skilled hand...though not before a slight detour to graze that bundle of nerves on the inside of his exposed thigh - look closely, and you can see his thigh flex as his entire leg twitches at that artfully fleeting caress to the unarmored underbelly of his femur.

Oh, and the way she rakes her leather-clad fingertips over the surface of his balls. Enveloping his testicles in the encroaching embrace of her palm for less than a heartbeat, any hope of a gently easing his balls into the session are dashed as she scritches those poor, swollen testicles with all five digits, jostling the eggs within their sacs to no doubt help along the churning of the farm fresh nut butter within