Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

one of the hottest things ive ever seen was the look of absolute need on a guy’s face when i stopped fingering him for literally just a moment. he made this sorta whiny noise along with a total pouty face when i stopped. I didnt really mean to edge or tease,honestly my hand was tired. Initially i mistook his pleasure for pain due to the whiny noise, but when i looked up to check, thats when i saw what was really happening. He began to move his hips to fuck himself on my fingers, eyes scrunched shut in concentration. His mouth was open and he actually moved to grab himself. He was gone enough not to even laugh at the fact my hand was tired or say much of anything actually. The two second little action of him lifting to fuck himself on my fingers, forgetting about me to chase his own pleasure, his cock twitching cutely in my other hand, dripping down to his stomach will probably be burned into my memory forever. I ruined the moment by giggling, i couldnt help it he was so cute and squirmy and he pouted when i did, now embarrassed and stopping himself. I didnt let him rest for long though, i felt bad to ruin such a perfect thing, so i took his cock into my mouth and he seemed confused whether he wanted more of my mouth or my fingers. He settled with letting me take charge with a satisfied little gasp.

It's really a simple choice. Either you kiss that boot, give up your title of boyfriend, and become her cuck.

Or, keep your pride and dignity but lose her forever.

You didn't even have to think about did you? You're lips were on her boots the moment she said "kiss my boots."

You live to worship 👸

Have you had sex with a woman in front of a locked boy? Or made a locked girl tease a locked boy?

Who hasn’t?

But seriously…who? I want to tell them what they’re missing.

Yeah, enjoying my sexuality and the sexuality of others before the hungry eyes of locked boys is sort of a guilty pleasure hobby of mine. It might even be a calling card.

It’s one thing to lock you up and make love to your girlfriend right there in front of you. That’s always fun, especially when you start hearing her make whimpers and squeaks and moans you’ve never heard her make before.

But imagine for a moment, going downtown to a cozy little club instead. You’re dressed to the nines in that shirt that makes your eyes catch the light. Your girl is wearing the little black dress with the golden hem you bought her for your anniversary. I’m wearing that perfume that forces you to inhale whenever you catch the scent. Imagine pushing past the crowd to the bar where we leave you. You watch from across the room as I take your girlfriend by the hand out to the dance floor. You’ve never seen her laugh and smile so much in her life as we dance and joke. She spins away when the horn section flares and melts into me when the bass walks. When we finally come back to the bar, out of breath and needing refreshment, you can’t ignore how her eyes keep finding mine, how my calf tends to brush against hers, how she blushes when I put my hand on her knee. You wish she did that for you, but your cock is content where it is, locked in a cool, smooth, steel cage.

On the ride back to the hotel I sit between you. She leans her head on my shoulder and I play with her hair. I slide my hand down and make lazy circles on the smooth skin of her inner thighs with my fingertips. She coos softly and it seems like her skirt keeps moving higher and higher. My free hand rests on your thigh, high and very close to that inescapable cage. You can’t help wonder what new things I will teach her about her body when we finally arrive at our room. You cross your fingers that you will be allowed to see it all and not be gagged, blindfolded and tied to a chair in the bathroom like last time. Please, not that again.

That smile ... how happy she is about the pain she is about to inflict ...