Cruel Punishments – Severe Femdom – Fisted Deep – Mistress Amanda Hill

Amanda Hill’s got a look that says *don’t test me*—tall, fit, and wearing that long-sleeve black dress like it’s armor. The sub she’s got bent over a chair isn’t some fresh-faced rookie; this girl’s got curves, long blonde hair tied back, and the kind of build that says she’s used to taking it. And take it she does. Amanda starts with restraints—kneeling on a chair, legs spread, wrists bound behind her back. No mercy. The sub’s already squirming before the first real punishment even hits, and that’s when you know this isn’t just roleplay. Amanda’s got a chair setup where the sub’s legs are elevated, spread wide, and *held*—no wiggling out. Then comes the fisting. No warm-up, no teasing. Just deep, slow stretches until the sub’s gasping, her face pressed into the chair, fingers clawing at the restraints. The angle’s brutal—you see every flinch, every choked breath. And the sounds? Wet, desperate, the kind that sticks in your head. Amanda’s not done. She switches positions—sub on her back, legs in the air, still restrained, still being worked over. The fisting’s relentless, no let-up, just methodical punishment. The sub’s not fighting it anymore; she’s just taking it, her body betraying her with little whimpers every time Amanda pushes deeper. The whole thing’s shot tight—close-ups on the restraints, the sweat, the way the sub’s muscles tense when Amanda’s fingers go too far. No fluff, no cuts. Just two women and a lesson in who’s really in charge.