Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Sending shivers down your spine

collaring is so intimate. picking the color, the design, the material for your pet. making sure it fits perfectly to their neck. putting it on them every single time, two fingers looped in the band to make sure it's tight but not too tight. putting the leash in the metal rings to walk them around and the little light in their eyes when you do the back.

Self Help

“Watch this,” she said with a mischievous smile, the snapped her fingers, and I immediately dropped to my knees. A second snap and further down I went, kissing her boots with all the love and respect my goddess deserves. My face turned red and hot as I heard gasps and goggles from her friends. One said “wow, you’ve certainly got him well trained!” and another commented “that’s impressive,” and requested, “you’ll just have to share your training program with us,”.

“Well, it was quite easy, actually,” my wife replied, “in our relationship, I’ve always been the alpha, and he’s always been very much the beta. I just gave it a nudge here and there, and I found that the more demanding I became, the more obedient he became. And of course, whenever he disappointed me, he was disciplined, as harshly as I could muster. Mostly spankings, whippings, writing lines, time outs, that sort of thing, and on occasion, when he really messed up, I’d find ways to increase the pain and include some pretty extreme humiliation. I know, I know,” she continued, ”it sounds harsh, but I also reward him when he pleases me- usually, he gets to, umm…, well he calls it “worshiping” me- and he’s learned to become quite skilled with his tongue.”

“That’s his reward?” one of the ladies remarked, “I have to practically beg my husband to go down on me… ”

“Oh honey. That’s just not right. A gorgeous goddess like you? Don’t you worry, we’re gonna fix him.”, my wife responded. Then she snapped her fingers again. I’d been kissing her boots the entire time, and was grateful for a break, and returned to my kneeling position as she looked down at me, and began tenderly stroking my hair. “Honey, it’s time for you to go get changed now,” she said softly. I got up and walked to the bedroom, and proceeded to change into the outnshed left out for me- panties, a mid length pleated skirt and a fuzzy pink sweater like the one she had on. Wearing her clothes always filled me with an intense mixture of shame, humiliation, and a pleasant girly feeling that never failed to have me fully erect.

When I reported back to her, there was even more gasping and laughter than before. “Ladies,” my wife announced, the real secret ingredient to subduing and taking control of your man is humiliation, and that starts with emasculation. Once you take away his sense of manhood, and turn him into a mincing feminized sissy, he will quickly reach his breaking point, and from then on, he’s all yours, to shake and mold into the most obedient slave you could ever imagine. I’m sure some of your men will be easier to break, and others tougher, but don’t worry- I’ll be here to help you every step of the way!”

One final snap of her fingers indicated she was done with me, so I curtsied as trained and left them to talk. It was a strangely mortifying yet proud event for me. I am living my dream as a sissy slave to my superior wife.

God me and some friends are talking abt being dense af rn and i just remembered this one time i was shopping w my dad and i wanted to get rainbow shoelaces at the dr martins shop. And there was this punk girl, dyed hair face piercings rlly cute, behind the counter and like prince charming putting the shoe on cinderellas foot she offered to lace my gay shoelaces into my dr martins and i let her. “Wow what good customer service!”. And then in the car my DAD had to tell me that she was flirting with me a major L to gay people over the world

I know my place. 😥