Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

The Enchantress: Different Strokes for Different Folks

The hostage squirmed, but the unusual bondage held him firm. What seemed to be a stalagtite of breathing rock held his arms wide while his body, from his waist down, was sealed in stone. Only his head, neck, and bare chest and abdominals were free. Sweat dripped down his front and back.

His captor, the most beautiful and terrifying woman he had ever seen, smiled at him. He couldn’t look away from her glowing eyes, which stared at his face unblinking as she felt his chest and body…

Her touch was sensual… Maddeningly so… But he could do nothing about it. His cock was sealed and she was in no hurry to set it free… His captive knew what he was thinking and chuckled.

Enchantress: Dear King of the coal kingdom, you should thank the gods for your good fortune. Your wife is a very dear friend of mine, and so I will not hurt a hair on your head.

Her hand lightly glided over his pecs, gently touching his nipple. He groaned.

Enchantress: However, it is also because of this friendship that you will be mine for a very long time…

King: I… I don’t understand…

Enchantress: Because your wife knows I will not harm you, she will not immediately submit to my very expensive demands. She will barter, and plan, and play along for as long as she can stall, focusing more on the health of the kingdom than getting back her precious king… And because of this, you will not be able to satisfy yourself for a very long time… And believe me, your highness, you will be constantly wishing to do so…

King: P-please… I can’t take it…

The enchantress laughs.

Enchantress: Oh, King. You take such good care of yourself and you have a very attractive body… But your wife tells me things no one else knows about your “techniques,” and I have seen what your are endowed with, and I can find better if I want.

King: R-ridiculous… My wife would never-!

Enchantress: Oh, I’m sure she loves you and is fond of you enough, but do you believe less than a year in an arranged marriage can outweigh a lifetime of friendship and sharing? You men so rarely understand us women. I will admit, though, it was several glasses of champagne before she would speak

King:. When would she have met with-?

Enchantress: Shhhh…. Lower voice now… Know your place. You are not witty enough to be a fun flirt, nor are you smart enough to outwit… You are not strong enough to enjoy watching you struggle. You, my friend, are a fun treat for my hands… touching your large, tone chest, teasing you with my fingers and tongue…

King: …!

Enchantress: Oh yes, your majesty… My tongue… I will do all of this.. Because your well built and sexy upper body deserves as much… But your manly tool in the lower levels… Will not be touched at all, perhaps for weeks…

King: Th-this is too cruel…!

Enchantress: It does not matter… Different men for different uses… I have another, far more qualified man to serve me if I need anything more… Accept your role for as long as you are mine, even if that turns out to be for the rest of your life, Teased King.

With that the enchantress gave a wink and left. The king called out in desperation, but to no avail.

What utter humiliation! What horrible disgrace! To be tormented in such a way! If the enchantress told anyone else of this meeting, even if that person was his wife, he felt like he could just leap off of a very high cliff.

And to make it all worse, he was so very aroused. He could feel his imprisoned penis bulging and sensitive, but there was nothing to be done. He was to be kept in this sensitive state, so close to cumming, until rescue.

He simply couldn’t get the words the enchantress said out of his mind. Adequate only for touch and tease, and not good enough to deserve more. Not that he wanted to betray his wife and be disloyal, but yet the words stung…

He was so aroused, and so distracted in his thoughts he didn’t hear the faint booming sound from outside. A muffled blasting noise from the bottom floor.

Suddenly there was a noise from the ceiling! The king looked upward to see a man hanging from some implements from the ceiling! He jumped down, landing a few feet in front of the king. A man dressed completely in black, wielding a dagger and donning a belt of tools.

Hero: Stay silent, your majesty. I’ll try to chisel you out!

King: Were… were you sent by my kingdom?

Hero: No, I’m just someone who’s constantly meddling in the enchantress’s business. Whether I wish to or not.

He struck against the stones holding the king in place using his dagger and, to the king’s shock, the blade dug in fairly deep.

King: Ca-carefully!

Hero: I’m sorry, your majesty. I don’t have much time. That distraction won’t hold back the enchantress for a very long time, I’m afraid?

King: Distraction-?

Hero: I blew up one of her labs with a makeshift grenado. It was the best I could come up with with such short- Oh Crap!

The hero rolled away as a bolt of electricity shot at the space where he stood. The king saw the enchantress lunge into the room, furious. There seemed to be magical steam coming from where she was.

The hero deflected her bolts using his blade and tried his best to flee, but he was overwhelmed quite quickly. She pinned his defeated body to the floor using her own, disarming him of his weapons and pulling down his black garb, revealing more of his face and body…

Hero: Shit.

Enchantress: I knew you were looking to free him, you son of a bitch. Don’t think I’ll let you off easy. That lab was filled with more expensive things than your peasant minds could comprehend, damn you!

She stared at the hero with such murderous eyes the king wondered if this was the end.

Then the enchantress pulled the hero’s head to hers and kissed him passionately and roughly. The hero squirmed, but succumbed to the kiss, responding with equal passion.

The king watched as the enchantress magically bound the hero mid-kiss and roughly abused his body. She grasped his shoulders, bit his neck, and tore down his pants to feel his erection against her thighs. Then she grasped it in her hands and squeezed. The hero squirmed, trying his best to free himself to no avail…

Enchantress: We are going to fuck until we’re eight hells deep, you arse!

She pumped him so roughly, his cock looked like it might tear before it cums!

Hero: No… Lemme go, damn it!

His cock continued to grow in her “care,” reaching a ridiculous size. The king gaped at the horror before him.

Enchantress: I’ll teach you torment you would never know if you lived two lives in a torture chamber, until you’re balls empty and begging for mercy. Hell,I don’t care if I need to refill those testicles of yours myself with magic, we aren’t stopping until-!

Suddenly remembering the third party in the room, she caught herself. She composed herself and smiled sweetly at the king, whose arousal was replaced with cold fear now…

Enchantress: Oh, I’m sorry dear! Remember when I said I had someone I had a “more qualified man” for sex? Here he is!

She smacked the hero across the chin, knocking him out. She easily lifted him up on her shoulders.

Enchantress: Please forgive this intrusion. I don’t place any of the blame on you, of course. Please enjoy your night, and I’ll come and make sure you are cared for in the morning…

She took the hero away and shut the door.

The king remained captured that night despite the attempts of the hero… But at the very least he was sober now. He now appreciated the safety in his chastity, and held no more envy for the lucky hero who got to bed the beautiful enchantress that night.

Should’ve Said No

The early afternoon sun trickles into your room, easing you awake. Your thick diaper crinkles gently as you stretch, your toes rubbing against the railing.

You’re warm despite not wearing anything but your diaper. Mommy never put you down for naps in anything but a diaper.

You stare at the door for a few minutes, hoping Mommy comes to get you soon. But a delicious smell wafts into your room, setting off an adorable series of rumbles in your tummy. It smells familiar, though you can’t place where.

Your hunger gets the better of you. Surely Mommy won’t mind if you get out of bed this one time?

You slowly lower your crib's railing and swing your legs down, not paying the slightest attention to your diaper on the brink of leaking. Your diaper hasn’t been your concern for months.

Your diaper crinkles loudly as you head to the kitchen, foreclosing any hope of moving around silently. But it didn’t matter. You want to find Mommy anyway.

The delicious smell grows strong as you turn the corner to the kitchen, expecting to find Mommy cooking lunch.

It wasn’t Mommy. You stop dead in your tracks—terrified of the woman sitting at the kitchen table. She was the last person in this world you wanted to see.

Especially in nothing but a drooping, soggy diaper.

“Hey, buddy! How was your nappypoo? You looked so adorable sleeping in your crib! I can see why you need those diapers! It wasn’t that soggy when I checked it earlier!”

You didn’t answer. How could you?

“Did you make it stinky? Is that why you’re out of your crib without permission?”

You shake your head meekly.

“Well, just because I’m not your Mommy doesn’t mean your rules don’t apply. Are you allowed to be out of your crib?”

You shake your head again.

“No, kiddo. I asked you a question. Answer it.”

“No,” you whisper.

She smiles. “That’s right. You stay in your crib until an adult lets you out. And did an adult let you out?”

“No,” you whisper again.

“Then why are you out of your crib?”

You shuffle nervously. Your diaper crinkles merrily each time you move.

“Did you smell my famous blueberry waffles?”

You should have known. That’s what that smell was.

Five years ago, you woke up to the same smell—though the circumstances couldn’t have been more different.

Back then, she was your girlfriend. That night had been the first time you ever slept together.

“Want some?” she asks sweetly, “I know you love them. Come sit down. I’ll fix you up a plate.”

You don’t move. Your eyes never leave the floor.

“No need to be shy, silly. We can talk about your punishments for sneaking out after you eat. Come on, eat ‘em while they’re hot.”

You slowly head to the table.

She playfully pats your diaper as you reach the chair. “There’s a good boy!” she coos.

A loud squelch escapes your diaper as you sit causing her to erupt in giggles. “Stop! That’s adorable!”

A plate of blueberry waffles is put in front of you. “Oh wait!” she says, “I almost forgot!” She grabs a knife and cuts your waffles into bite-size pieces. “There, all better! Eat up!”

“I…I need a fork,” you ask.

“Fork?” she answers cheerfully, “No, you don’t, silly! Just use your hands!”

You sigh, grabbing a piece. They’re just as good as you remember.

Last time you had these, you told her you loved her. She did, too. You conveniently left out the part that you were also fucking her best friend.

She smiled as you ate. “Yummy, aren’t they?”

“Mmh,” you answered between a bite.

By the time you finish, your tummy is heavily protruding out. She gasps at the sight. “So cute, little guy! Much better with a belly full of nummies, huh?”

You look down, realizing what she’s talking about. You blush deeply, trying to suck it in.

“Don’t be embarrassed! I think it’s adorable!” she says, pinching your tummy, “Besides, impressing women should be the last thing on your mind!”

You feel your diaper growing warm, looking down at it reflexively. Your face burns in utter humiliation.

She laughs again. “You deserve this, you know. You deserve your incontinence. You deserve to lose your adulthood. You deserve never being with another woman in your life.”

A heavy, unbearable silence hangs over the room.

“I….I’m sorry…”

“Sweetie, I didn’t come here for an apology. I don’t care if you’re sorry. You got the life you deserve.”

She doesn’t give you a chance to explain or argue your case.

“I hope it sucks, little boy. I hope it sucks losing all your freedom and autonomy. I hope it sucks spending the rest of your life in diapers. And I hope it sucks seeing beautiful women knowing you’re nothing but some pathetic baby to them. You thought you were such a big man…you’ll never feel like a man again.”

You stand up, wanting to run as far away from her as possible. As you do, your diaper droops dangerously low, stopping you from running.

“Where do you think you’re going, mister?”

Two minutes later, you’re hiding your face with a stuffy on the changing table.

“What’s it like, little one, having a beautiful woman about to touch your special parts?”

She rips your first diaper tab.

“But knowing it has nothing to do with big boy fun?”

Your second tab rips.

“Because she’s not there for your pleasure, is she?”

Your third tab rips.

“No, she’s changing your very thick, very soggy diaper!”

Your fourth tab rips.

“Yes, she is!”

Your diaper is pulled back, cold air rushing into your exposed parts.

She giggles. “Awwwww, hi little cutie! Don’t worry, you’ll be back safe in a diaper in a jiffy!”

She grabs some wipes, still giggling.

“Isn’t this better than fucking my best friend?” She says wiping you, “I bet it feels so good getting clean!”

She throws the wipes away.

“All clean! Isn’t this better than icky orgasms? Just a few wipes and done!”

She grabs the baby powder, holding a few feet above you.

“Time for powder! Doesn’t it smell like babyhood?”

A comical amount of powder is dumped on you.

“I want you to smell soooo clean! Because once the laxatives in your waffles hit, you’re gonna smell like poopy!”

She wipes in the powder.

“Don’t look so sad, silly! After you poop your diaper for me you’ll get right back on this table and you’ll get another few wipes! Isn’t that fun?”

She pulls up your next diaper.

“Bye bye little guy! I’ll see you in a bit when your covered in poopies!”

She tapes your diaper and pats it proudly. As she does, powder poofs out.

“There, all clean in a new diaper!”

“Can…can I have a shirt, please?” you ask.

“No, honey. I think I’ll keep you in just a diaper for now. Especially if you’re due for a poopoo.”

You huff dejectedly but don’t argue.

“Oh don’t pout! We’re gonna have fun! Your mommy tells me you have the cutest Baby Shark dance! Why don’t you show me?”

“I…no thank you.”

“I wasn’t asking, silly. Besides, you loved taking me to the club! And when are you going to get a chance to dance for a girl again?”

some of y’all need a mean girl to bottom you tf out while you call her “daddy” and it shows

This is what happens when naughty boys start running their mouth. Just think, this is only the beginning~