Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Ruined weekend

I was so excited. My girlfriend Tanith and I were going to go to the movies, then dinner, and then almost certainly some physical intimacy would follow. We were going to have a great weekend, she had said, and I was really looking forward to it as I drove home to her.

When I arrived, I found her sitting in a provocative pose, but I also knew, this pose meant trouble for me. She only showed her feet like this when I was to be punished.

“Oh no,” I said. “What did I do?”

“It’s good you’ve already accepted you’re at fault,” Tanith told me. “Get over here and kiss my feet while I explain to you why you’re being punished.”

I started to move toward her, but her eyes flashed. “Naked, little boy!”

I halted, and stripped. I sank to my knees beside the table and put my lips to the lowest part of her. She actually caressed my head as I obeyed, my hands behind my back - no touching while I was kissing her feet.

“Do you remember your morning line assignment?” Tanith asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” I said. “I wrote ‘I will behave myself this weekend for Miss Tanith,’ 100 times.”

“Hmmm,” she said. “That was your assignment. But you actually only wrote the line 99 times. That, to me, is a direct challenge to my authority and position as your Lady. Now, you will have to be severely punished.”

“It was just an oversight,” I said, stammering, between kisses of her magnificent feet. “I just made a mistake.”

“You aren’t allowed to make mistakes,” Tanith said. “And you know it. So, when I am happy with what you’re doing to my feet, you will be tied up. Then, over my lap for a long spanking, followed by a hogtie. While you stay here, hogtied and helpless, I will go to the movies and dinner with my friends. When I come back, you will be spanked again, and then put to bed in your cage. You will remain naked and bound all weekend, and you will be spanked at least twice a day.”

She paused. “Oh, and I’m going to lock you in chastity for the weekend as well. No enjoying your domination, little boy.”

A tear formed in my eye as I kissed her feet. “Yes, Miss Tanith.”

“Good boy for accepting your sentence so well. Now, if you don’t take your spanking like a good boy, I won’t be coming back alone from my girls’ night. The girls will be with me. So if you don’t want an audience for your second spanking, you’d better behave yourself.”

Of your three “regular” babysitters, she was undoubtedly the nicest. She at least did the least to humiliate or tease you.

One babysitter used her time with you to let out her inner Domme. She was exceedingly strict and any disobedience, even if it was a miscommunication, resulted in punishment. And she was extremely creative with punishments.

Your other babysitter loved nothing more to tease and humiliate you. Whether it was inviting her friends over to taunt the “diaper boy,” or just spending the entire night in Gryffindor-colored bra and panties, with thigh-high Gryffindor socks, making you wish you were a man, she left you would be positively aching down there with insatiable arousal.

But she was different. She wasn’t mean. She didn’t tease you. And, for some reason, you weren’t sure if that made her the worst.

If someone made an audio recording of her time with you, they would be convinced she was babysitting a toddler. It drove you crazy. It was one thing to be bossed around or teased. At least those babysitters acknowledged you were an adult, even if you were just a diaper boy.

But not her. Nothing she did, nothing she said, ever made it seem like she knew you were an adult. It was so convincing, so authentic that you honestly weren’t sure if it was an act.

She had never broken character once in the last five years. You tried everything you could think of to prove you were an adult, to force her to recognize—even for a second—that you were actually an adult.

Your attempts rolled off her like water on a duck. As far as you could tell, you were a toddler to her. She never let you out of her sight, except for your naps and sleepy time of course.

You had absolutely no dignity around her. She dressed you as she wished, checked you when she wished, and changed you when she wished. She blew raspberries on your tummy like it was completely normal.

You watched educational baby cartoons on a non-stop loop. And she always, always encouraged you to answer along and was just so proud of you for getting the right answers.

And nothing entertained her more than having you sing along with her to your “favorite” songs. You could never convince her you didn’t love singing and dancing to Baby Shark in nothing but a short T-shirt and soggy diaper.

All this because your bladder stopped working like it used to. All this because your girlfriend couldn’t handle your diapers but couldn’t break up with you.

But as you hear “The Wheels on the Bus” play for the 100th time, you know you need to start dancing…

Love making them beg for the pain

i want to encourage a pretty boy to suck my strap, tell him how good he’s doing and encouraging him to take more and more. say how pretty he looks, and then reach down and cup his face. brush a few strands out of his hair, and place my hand at the back of his head. smooth out his hair like i’m going to pet him, then grab a fistful and push the rest inside his mouth while his eyes open in shock and he whines against it. telling him i knew he could take it all through gritted teeth while he whimpers and drools, and i see how long i can go without face fucking him.

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