Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Allison Williams

Turn On’s #2

Mouth soaping - especially if she is actually washing your mouth out with soap. Making you bite down on a bar of soap while she’s blistering your butt. 

“What’s this one in for”, the guard on the right asked. “Oh he’s one of those backwards thinking males that struggles to accept the reality of total female authority and supremacy. His wife divorced him and handed him over to us after he suggested they share the chores and make joint decisions in matters that affect him. Tough times for guys like him what with women now holding all the power. Lots of excruciating and humiliating torment, inverted chastity, and pegging in this guy’s future. We will drill the fundamentals of gynarchy into him.”

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As he began to slowly regain consciousness nothing was making sense to him. His eyes still felt heavy, like it would take a Herculean effort to open them. So instead, his still disoriented mind did its best to try to piece together the puzzle of what had happened.

Think.... think.... think........

A party. That's right, a party. He'd been at a Halloween party. A risque Halloween party.....

So many provocatively dressed women. Seductive cat women. Naughty school girls. Wicked witches. And, a naughty nurse. A playfully flirty naughty nurse.

And what was that magic potion she had served him? The color was a deep, crimson red. Dark, mysterious swirls played through the concoction as a misty fog seemed to emanate from the glass. It was strong, it was delicious... but, what happened after that?

Slowly, his eyes began to open. His surroundings seemed unfamiliar, white, clinical. And as he started to raise up to gaze around the room he realized he was restrained securely to some sort of an examination table.

He could hear the sound of footsteps approaching, heels clicking on a hard floor. Oh god, the playfully flirty naughty nurse. He tried to speak, but his efforts were futile, his mouth taped closed.

She smiled reassuringly as she leaned over him, her soft, buttons provocatively undone to display her soft, full breasts straining against a lacy red bra. Brushing her fingers softly through his hair, she murmured, "Relax sweetheart, everything's fine. I have no intention of hurting you in any way."

Then grinning wickedly, she leaned down further, touching her lips to his ear. In a sultry whisper she purred, "I have torments of a different sort in store for you this evening."

Standing back up, her gaze locked on to his, her fingers began to slowly undo the remaining buttons, provoking a muffled groan of arousal from her captive patient.

Chuckling wickedly as she began to nudge the uniform down off of her shoulder she teased, "Mmm, I think you're getting the idea now, hmm?"