Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Using His Coworker

Thanks for the positive responses to MY first post. Although, I do request that if you’re going to ask a question, use the “ask me anything” instead of just a private message. I get a lot of duplicate messages asking the same questions and it would just be easier. :) I’m happy to answer them though.

Apparently, the part about using my husband’s coworkers or friends got a lot of juices flowing. So, I wanted to leave a more detailed example of how I have done this.

My husband works in a hospital and his coworkers he has a lot of great friends that he’s made through this. Thankfully for them, my husband is a complete perv and fantasizes about them fucking his wife quite a bit. Years ago I started coming by and visiting him and would often times sit and chat with he and his friends in their break room.

I try to be modest... but I know when guys are eye-fucking me. And I love it. There were several hot guys but one in particular, we’ll call him Mark, that was tall, dark and handsome. He was a white guy... but dark as in he looked almost Italian. Gorgeous. Just gorgeous. He was in great shape and his black hair was always done beautifully.

Mark was pretty straightforward with flirting with me. Would make comments about how he has never found his “Lindsey,” and would talk about how I’m the complete package. “Smart, sexy, assertive, wasn’t a ditz to talk to.” It took all of one time meeting him before I wanted to be on that. My husband and I were already in a cuckold relationship, so there wasn’t any of the dancing around that needed to be done. (Considering his feelings, setting ground rules, etc.) I knew he loved it when I fucked his friends and Mark wouldn’t be an exception.

I didn’t tell my husband right away but decided to visit again the next week. This time I wore my short, black skirt that when I bent over barely kept the goods covered from behind. Wearing that, a tight top showing the ladies, and my black heels, I went to visit again. All the eyes were on me as we ate lunch. I didn’t care about any of them except for Mark’s deep brown eyes trained on my cleavage.

We talked and flirted, I was sitting between Mark and my husband, and I waited until it was just the three of us in the room to stand up and bend over to get something out of my purse on the floor. Yes, yes I went that cheesy and straightforward. When I stood back up and turned around Mark was drinking his water but not looking at me. I looked at my husband and glanced at the door. He knew what that meant. He told me later he was straining in his cage already from my display as he walked out of the room.

I walked over to Mark and said, “Hey, you should have my phone number, in case of an emergency or something.” He looked at me and fumbled over his words for a second before saying, “Oh, yeah, ok.” He handed me his phone and I went to put my number in... his wallpaper was him and two of his friends shirtless after running some mud obstacle course. God, I was wet. I put my number in and as I handed it back to him I told him to text me so I’d have his number. “Just so I know you’re not a robo call.”

It was time for me to head out so he stood up and actually gave me a hug before I walked out. My husband was awkwardly nearby and walked over to me. He gave me a kiss and walked with me, “How was that?” he asked hurriedly as we walked away. “Eh, nothing really.” He smirked and said, “Somehow I doubt that.” I winked at him and ask he hugged and kissed me goodbye I squeezed the silicon sheath of the cock cage and said, “You behave.”

I wanted to text mark immediately but I managed to wait for an hour... I started my usual hijinks and texted Mark, “Great talking with you today, again. You’re such a great guy.” He responded about thirty minutes later saying he enjoyed talking and I said, “I hope you find your “Lindsey” soon, you deserve it. Well, actually you deserve better than that...”

He said, “I don’t think there is better than that.” I was so giddy. I could basically taste his dick in my mouth, “You sure know your way with women, huh?” He replied, “I just speak the truth.” At this point I knew I could keep the banter going or just go for the kill... I knew he wanted me but I didn’t think he’d do it since I’m married to a coworker. “Are your off days staggered differently than my husbands?” He waited a couple of minutes and said, “Yeah, we overlap but there’s one day difference.” I asked him what he usually does on those days. He said he works out, hikes, reads... basically everything he could say to make him the perfect man.

I texted him for about an hour and told him goodnight. I decided, he would be mine. I knew what time he got off because it was when my husband got off. I guessed when he would be home and texted him, “I can’t stop thinking about how sweet you are to say you want to find a me... that’s the best compliment a woman can ever be given.” I was worried I was coming on too strong but he replied, “Your husband is lucky he found you first... that’s all I’ll say.” I told him he didn’t have to hold back. He replied, “Lol. Yes I do.”

That’s where my first picture came slid in... me wearing my heels, black thong, and my arm across my breasts. It was cut off right at my smile. I sent this and said, “Tomorrow night, I could be your Lindsey.” My husband was working and Mark was off. He didn’t reply for a minute and then said, “And your husband?” Sometimes I tell them about the cuckold relationship, other times I don’t. I wanted to play my game... so I replied, “he’ll be working. You’re not THAT close anyways.” He replied, “Hahahah...” and that was it.

I sent back, “No strings attached, no pressure, but I know you want it and I need to fuck you to get it out of my system because you’re all I think about.” It was silent for about thirty seconds and he said, “5? I’ll have dinner too.” “Send the address and I’ll see you then. Also, I’m on the pill.” I got back a thumbs up and “Good, I hate condoms.”

My husband was home at this point and I decided to not tell him anything. I was absolutely drenched and sat down on the couch and opened my legs. At this point we’d really been trying out the “sex slave” thing and he knew that meant he had to get down immediately. I grabbed the back of his head and was grinding his face into my pussy until I exploded. Absolutely amazing orgasm. When I say I’m sadistic, I really, truly am. My friends tell me I am so mean to him but I swear he loves it.

I didn’t tell him a thing about it.

The next day I got ready super early, had some fun with my vibrator, and was frothing at the mouth for this. I hadn’t texted Mark at all but we knew the arrangement. He was going to fuck my brains out and do whatever he wanted to me, and I’d never tell my husband.

I arrived at his place wearing a short red skirt this time and no panties. My hair and makeup were done and my long brown hair was partially curled and going down my back. I had a low cut shirt on with my normal bra. He opened the door wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and his hair was perfect as ever. With his t-shirt tight I could see he had more muscle than I ever realized before. He smiled and said, “I didn’t think you’d actually show up.” I laughed and said, “You thought I was one to just talk shit, huh?”

It is a little awkward at a meet like this when the guy’s actually a nice enough guy. He’s not going to just maul you. He asked if I wanted a drink and I told him, “Afterward.” He looked down as he was pouring himself a drink and said, “You don’t mess around at all.” I walked toward him and said, “No,” as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. We made out for a minute before I asked, “First time with a married woman?” He shrugged and said, “As far as I know.”

I felt his hands on my ass and he picked me up. He took me took the bedroom and we fucked for about ten glorious minutes before he exploded inside of me. He apologized and said he was sorry he came so quickly. We laughed a little and told him it was fine. We lied in the bed and made out while he recharged and when I felt him start to grow I went down and sucked him for five minutes before mounting him again. We fucked four times and he cooked dinner for me, both still naked, and had a wonderful evening. I knew my husband would be home and I planned on being there about fifteen minutes after he would get there.

I got home and he had already changed into just his panties and cage when I got there. I took him to the bedroom and he knew I’d been getting fucked. He got onto his back and stripped off of his panties, I could see his cock straining. Now, we play a game where if I don’t tell him beforehand, he has to guess whose cum he is eating out of me. I mounted his face and I’m sure I was quite tasty. Lol. He seemed even shocked by it for a second.

“Brian?” he asked. “Nope!” I squeezed his balls as punishment for getting it wrong. “Steven?” “You’re really bad at this.” I squeezed them harder and we both laughed. “One more and you lose the pussy for a week...” “Andrew?!” I acted so disappointed he couldn’t guess it and dropped his cock. I got off of him, spun around and put my ass in his face. “Lick my ass while I give you your punishment blue balls.” I felt his tongue going to work on my anus as I bent down and began licking the parts of his cock coming through the silicon. I teased the shit out of him for about fifteen minutes before getting off and lying next to him. He was in obvious pain from the teasing and I chuckled as he dealt with it. I got my vibrator out and had him use it on me since he couldn’t lick me anymore.

I didn’t tell him who it was all weekend. I texted Mark throughout the weekend and he asked several times if my hubby had figured out we’d slept together. I told him how oblivious he is to that stuff. He said he felt bad but I tried to make it better by telling him how my husband never fucks me anymore and is addicted to porn. Lol.

When they were at work together the next time I was texting Mark and he said he felt like a douche but also felt pretty badass knowing he’d fucked the hot wife that everyone talked about at work. (Very flattering) So, the point my friend told me was evil is that I texted my husband the screenshot of mark saying that but cropped the name. Haha... he knew someone there had fucked me and it was driving him crazy with lust. The first person he asked about was Mark and I just replied, “I’m not telling you. If you want to know who fucked me, ask them.”

My friend says I’m a complete asshole for that but I think it’s hilarious. She actually laughed too, so...

AMERICAN HORROR STORY: COVEN (2013—14) dir. Alfonso Gómez-Rejón

Use The Force

Even in the most secure relationships where effective communication between partners seems to come easily, it can be incredibly hard for a person to tell their partner, the one they trust and trusts them the most, their deepest desires and sexual fantasies. Why? Fear of rejection of course.

You love that person and want to be with them forever. Nothing would hurt you more than them leaving you and the last thing you want is for them to think you are a freak or sexual deviant, and leaving you because of it. The fact that it’s taboo makes it exciting, but it’s risky. For some, the risk is too great, and they keep these desires a secret from their partners forever.

Even if you finally become brave enough to confess these fantasies and kinks to your significant other, and they say they are fine with it, are they really? Are they just tolerating it or do they truly accept it? It can feel kind of selfish to ask your partner to engage in these fantasies, if you don’t know for sure that it’s also their thing. You will worry that they may eventually grow tired of having to indulge in your kinks and feel like nothing more then a fetish dispenser, something you can read people complaining about on online forums all the time.

So if your submissive partner bravely tells you their fantasies and you actually want to make them happy by sharing and indulging in them, what’s the best way to set their mind at ease and show that not only do you accept the fetish, but actively enjoy it yourself?

Use the force. Tell them that not only are you going to allow them to do it, you are going to make them do it! Forcing your submissive partner to do it will prove to them that their kink is indeed your kink too and will allow them to stop worrying about potential rejection and start truly enjoying the experience.   It will be much more exciting and intimate because you are actively taking a role in it, not just remaining passive and letting them indulge in their kink alone. No matter what kinky thing they are into, they will enjoy it twice as much if you force them to do it. You don’t have to force it all the time, but you should occasionally to spice things up and show a higher level of acceptance for what they like. Some things are tame, others are quite kinky, but all are more fun and exciting when you use the force.

Forced Kissing

What’s better than kissing your subby hubby? Grabbing him forcefully and pushing him up against the wall, taking his mouth with yours. Don’t forget to keep your hands busy fondling, feeling them up and pinching those sensitive nipples. if he doesn’t surrender completely, a gentle slap across the face will remind him who’s in charge.

Forced Cornertime

Whether for punishment or control, cornertime is great. You can just order him into the corner and I do it that way for punishment, withholding any extra attention from him. But when I do it for control, I will lead him into the corner by the hand, kiss him passionately, and gently force him nose first into the corner and handcuff his wrists behind him. It’s much more memorable, fun, and intimate for both of us this way.

Forced Bondage

My husband has always had a penchant for bondage and feels loved and wanted when restrained. I want him to feel really loved and wanted so I will stalk him around the house and when he least expects it, will show up with restraints in hand and demand his instant surrender. We have a rule that he is forbidden to ever refuse my restraints. If I want him gagged he will be gagged. I love locking his hands in fistmitts. It is so frustrating for him and makes him quite helpless.

Forced Confinement

Being locked in his cage is so much more sexy and enjoyable for both of us when I lead him into the room, remove all of his clothing myself, make him get down on all fours and using my hand on his forehead, push him backwards into his cage. I usually bend down and kiss his forehead before closing the door and locking it. There is something so satisfying  about locking him in his cage knowing that he is so completely under my control. I love how helpless it makes him. He cannot meet any of his most basic needs, like food, water, or go to the bathroom. As soon as the door is locked, I make him put on a diaper, as I have a policy of never unlocking him for bathroom breaks.

Forced Chastity

Ask any male who’s into chastity, and they will tell you it’s much more exciting when your wife or girlfriend actively locks his penis up herself instead of just ordering him to do it himself. I take it a step further by helplessly restraining him any time the chastity cage comes off, and never giving him any chance to touch his own bare penis. Some women allow supervised masturbation, but not me. I am, and will forever be, the source of any sexual pleasure that he is allowed to have.

Forced Oral

He really enjoys giving you pleasure in this way but it will be so much better for him if you forcefully make him do it. Don’t be afraid of a little hair pulling. It shows enthusiasm and will encourage him to put in more effort. Even if he is doing a great job, give him a little slap across the face and demand even more from him. When orgasm is near, feel free to take over and just grind yourself into his face. My husband loves it.

Forced Crossdressing

I once read online that any time you put pantyhose on a male, he will get an erection. I tried it on my husband and indeed, he was as hard as I’ve ever seen him. I was never interested in men who crossdress as it wasn’t my thing at all but seeing him so sexually aroused by it got me going too and now I enjoy dressing him up. It is a guilty pleasure for him, but with me making him do it, it makes it okay for him as he can justify it in his mind that he is doing it for me.

I have bought several satin bonnets and headscarves online in lovely pastel colors that he wears around the house and at bedtime.

It has been over 4 years now since he went a full day without his toenails painted, and I have a strict rule with harsh penalties for removing nailpolish from himself.

If he wears jeans, he has to wear pantyhose underneath, as I don’t allow rough textures like demin to touch his bare skin.

I bought him satin panties online, a set of seven pairs with the day of the week embroidered on, and punish him if he doesn’t wear them or wears the wrong pair on the wrong day of the week.

I have been high heel training him for years, starting with 2 inch heels and graduating him up an inch every year. He just recently started wearing 5 inch heels.

In the future, I want to buy him a corset and start waist training him.

Forced to Wear Buttplug

When he least expects it I come at him with a plug already prelubed, bend him over and insert it. It stays in until I remove it myself.

Forced Hair Removal

I shave my husband once a week. I restrain him standing, and taking my time, I take all his hair away from him. I prefer him completely hairless so I force him to be hairless. Much prettier now that I force him to wear women’s underwear and accessories.

Force Feeding Him Healthy Food

He doesn’t like vegetables very much so to ensure he stays healthy and eats enough, I make him eat them for a whole meal once a week. I cut them up in bite sized chunks, and make him eat them off of a plate on the floor without using his hands, like a dog. I stand over him with my riding crop ready in case he needs encouragement to eat every last bite and lick the plate clean afterwards.

Forced Bottle Feeding

My husbands doctor told him that he wasn’t drinking enough water each day, so I fill baby bottles full of water and schedule him to suckle them twice a day. He will be punished for missing his bottle time. I make him hold the bottle with both hands until it is empty. It’s humiliating and fun for him.

Forced Petplay

When ever I say ‘puppyluv’, he has to get down on all fours and remain silent, or he will be punished. I sometimes keep him like this for a few hours and he has to follow me around the house, always trying to keep me in sight.

Submissive Men Need This

Submission to a woman is far beyond just sexual. If you are a submissive man, and you only see the sexual aspect of submission, you're missing the key piece of the puzzle to unlocking it's true mystery.

Have you ever questioned, what drives you? Why is submission so arousing? Why does it speak to your soul? Why does it feel like it is a part of who you are? Why can't you escape it, no matter how hard you try? No matter what you do, no matter who you enter into a relationship with, you will always have the urge to submit to a woman, even if you keep that urge suppressed or hidden.

You will never not want to submit. It will follow you all throughout your entire life. Is it not time for you to act on it? Is it not time for you to finally seek out a partner whom you can submit to? You're not meant to spend your entire life endlessly scrolling social media jerking off to other men being dominated.

There are plenty of women out there that need you to see beyond your fantasy, so you can offer yourselves to them and be of a great value, enhancing their lives as a result.

The submissive urge within you is not born of sexual desire, that just makes it exciting and passionate. It's far deeper than that. It comes from an innate desire to adore, honor, care for, please, and serve a woman. It is a natural instinct within you. It is the recognition of your place in life. It is the natural power exchange between men and women. You may sexualize this and turn it into fantasy and fetish, but at the root core of it all, this urge is beyond the sexualization. It's who you are, and you can't ever change that.

You can be ashamed of it, you can run from it, you can suppress it, you can even deny it for a while. But without it, you will never know what true fulfillment actually is. You will always feel like something is missing in your life. Always! Until you start to do something about it. Until you find a woman who will accept you as her submissive.

That is your goal in life. That is your mission, whether you know it or not. Even when she's not in your life, even when you haven't even met her yet, she is your purpose. Everything is about finding her, and if you haven't figured that out yet, you will likely be living a life in the doldrums of online fantasy, wishing you could find her but feeling completely hopeless about it.

Years tick by, a decade comes and you feel even more hopeless. This inaction, this limbo, this wishing you could find her, is not serving you. You can stay in this state of inaction forever, and never find her. You must find it within you, to say to yourself, I've had enough of this. I'm going to do what it takes, and I'm going to become the man I need to be, to find the woman that will accept my submission to her.

If you are at this point in your life.... if you are ready.... The Submissive's Journey was written for you. You are not alone in this struggle, others have walked the path before you. However, it is you alone, that must make the decision to change. You must create a resolve, to find her no matter what. That's step 1 on The Submissive's Journey.

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When swimming in the pool attached to the fitness club, I always wear latex opera gloves like this.

Queen Shit

Sydney Sweeney

I know 😏 a room filled with reminiscing images of sexually crippled pet with its pathetic facial hair as it cums for mommy like the bitch it is