Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Part 1

100% of my time is devoted to the Alphas, not by choice, but by force. I work on a sugar cane plantation which supplied most of the Empires sugar needs. The plantation is located on a large island (Puerto Rico), in the Royal Sea (Gulf of Mexico). The plantation is owned by Kate Upton and Justin Verlander,, one of the most powerful Alpha couples to ever exist. They makes endless profits off of their slaves’ backs and uses it to live a royal lifestyle. To me, they are royal, she is my Queen and he is my King and they own me and 40 thousand other slaves who work on their plantation island. Everything I have ever done has been decided by them, I have never made my own decisions. Their flawlessness keeps me insecure, Their dominance keeps me submissive, Their short temper keeps me scared, Their punishments keep me motivated, and their Alpha keeps me beta. I wake up at 3 am to freezing cold water blast through the small cement cellars that us slaves are crammed into for the night. The chains around our necks and our wrists are released. Beautiful Alpha women instruct us out of our cells: “Cmon Losers”, “Move it baby dick”, “Stay in line beta”. About 50 of us are sent to the plantation house to cleanup after the party that Queen Upton had the night before while all of the other slaves were sent to the fields. In a chained coffle, me and 50 other slaves marched from the slave quarters to the plantation house. We arrived at the massive estate at about 4am and got right to work. I was in charge of cleaning the marble floors of the ball room, a burdensome task. Hands and knees I scrubbed for 5 hours straight. I was so sore from being on my knees but I didn’t dare slow down because even though no Alphas were in the room, I knew they were watching. I could easily see my reflection in the marble floor, an Alpha women came in to check on my progress. I bowed my head to the ground as she came my way and waited for instructions, she simply said “are you done slave”, and I responded joyfully “Yes Goddess!”. She inspected my work and found one minor scuff on the floor. She came marching back over, I became so scared as the noise of her heels came closer. With my face still buried in the ground she took her bull whip and gave me 10 hard lashes. They hurt so bad, she really knew had to use that thing. At 11am all slaves were sent to their morning worship locations. In rows, facing the estate, all of us slaves bowed on our knees with our heads in the dirt and our arms extended towards the home of our King and Queen. We were instructed to begin our worship mantras. Over in over and in unison all of us said “I am a beta slave, and I live to serve The royal couple .” After about an hour of worship, King Verlander and Queen Upton came out from their bedroom onto the terrace and ordered silence. Then Goddess Upton cheerfully addressed us all: “Good Morning slaves, how does it feel to start another day owned by, yes you guessed it, me! I am so happy that not one of you will have the choice to not serve me. Your orders today are to, well, work. You’ll get off at 11pm tonight so enjoy the next 11 hours of back breaking labor in the blazing sun. I heard it was supposed to hit 110 degrees today. Well ill be at the pool if you need anything. Now get to work.” We all moaned in agony as we got up and began our way back to the fields, she has been making us work late for weeks now. But there’s nothing we can do, we aren’t aloud to talk, we only listen to the orders given to us by our Queen and if we disobey we get severely punished. That is the way that the Queen wants it and so that is the way it will be.all of us slaves go to work immediately. I worked in the fields with 70% of the slaves while the others worked pushing the mills. I grabbed a knife which was severely dull, we have requested that the alphas sharpen the knives but they say dull knives are good because they make us work harder. I go to work chopping down sugar cane, bending over killing my back to get right to the root

How nice of you, Goddess. Thank you!

Meanest thing you’ve done in hypno chastity?

Just to clarify, I love being sexually cruel but not actually mean. So, for example, I would never, say, make someone forget where they parked their car or compel them to wear a mix of plaids and prints. I mean, that’s just mean. But I would gladly rewire your brain to get an erection every time you see a light post or a cute guy with a bulge in his pants. I might hypnotically prevent you from seeing boobs or just make you unable to talk about sex unless you’re talking about how much you don’t want it.

I love the predicament, you know? You’ve heard of predicament bondage, right? Where the bound person is tied up in such a way as to have enough freedom to choose between two different torturous positions but not enough to get free. So they end up alternating back and forth, escaping one torment only to fall back into the other. They have a modicum of freedom but they can only use that freedom to further their bondage. I like doing the same thing with hypnosis.

Example 1: When you touch your cock your whole body freezes, including your hand, for five minutes. After five minutes you can pull your hand away and unfreeze. You want to touch so bad but you know it’s not going to be productive, but at least you can feel that cock in your frozen hand…

Example 2: You can’t touch your cock or use toys on it, but you can hump furniture like a dog. The longer you hump, the more doglike your mind becomes. If you cum you’re stuck as a dog for an hour (or more).

I think the cruelest thing I do to guys is to take away their erections. It takes some doing and the subject needs to be fairly advanced at receiving suggestion, but I do so enjoy that look of confusion and desperation on their faces when they stroke and stroke to their hottest go-to porn and can’t get the slightest bit hard. Then I love walking away and leaving them that way. Yummy! 

I love the way you write, and since I saw that someone mentioned it there, I would also like to see something with Blake Lively in the leading role

You were breathing heavily as a guard kept you pinned down, one hand constantly pressure on your balls to keep you compliant.

You had no idea why you got jumped, you loved it here, naked, collared and fully owned by Mistress Lively.

"Tut, tut, tut, Y/N. I can't believe you of all people would try the sneak away." Blake calmly spoke to you.

"Do not say a word." She firmly added when you opened your mouth to refute her claim filling your body with nerves. You actually got a little scared. You had never felt her wrath as you loved being here for the training she had offered you a while back.

She squatted down in front of you. "Why would you disappoint me like that." She said with a hit of sadness in your voice. When whimpered a little the guard covered your mouth.

"Take him to my room, I will punish him myself." She addressed the guard.

"Yes, Miss Lively." The guard replies and the women slide a gag into your mouth, before locking a leash onto your collar.

A little while later you find yourself in Mistress Lively's personal quarters, tried securely to a St. Andrews Cross facing the wall. You stood there by yourself for a while before Blake came inside and locked the door behind her.

"I truly am disappointed in you. You were my favorite from the moment I took you in." She reiterated her displeasure in your apparent escape.

You heard her footsteps get closer and closer. You whimpered, still gagged and blindfolded and as soon as her footsteps stopped you ass was struck hard by a riding crop repeatedly and without mercy.

You screamed atop of your lungs as a hellish pain descended on you. After she was done you were a sobbing mess. You barely registered her footsteps as she put the crop away.

Then she cautiously undid your restraints after which you quickly turned around and collapsed to the floor, you grabbed onto you her and went on a whimpering rant, still fighting the pain you never once considered running away from her.

You loved her, you loved this place, her training and guidance, her complete and utter control.

It gave Blake a moment of pause after you finished your heartfelt confessing. Your stare looked so pure and she realized you were not lying. It seems you were finally just comfortable enough to parade your naked body with shame anymore.

You whimpered a little when she pushed you back. Then she got on your knees in front of you and pulled you into a loving embrace.

"I am sorry, Y/N." Was all she said as she just held you. You cried for a while in her arms until you calmed down and she shuffled back.

"I am sorry I judged you so quickly, Y/N. You have really wormed your way into my heart so the notion of you trying to escape..." She confessed.

"Right now I am filled with happiness and regret. I'm happy to know you are utterly devoted to me and I regret my actions toward you today." She continued.

"I accept your apology, Mistress. Nothing would make me happier to be your personal submissive." You replied. Blake got a sly smile, grabbed the leash that was still attached to your collar and stood back up.

"It's settled then." She purred before giving a little tug.

"You are mine." her words drummed deep into your soul and your whole body started buzzing. The pain was quickly washed away by a flood of submissive pleasure that surged through your body and your caged cock was throbbing like mad.

"Does a taste of my pussy sound good to you, my sweet pet?" She asked you in the most sultry tone you've ever head.

"Y.yes, Mistress!" You replied following her toward her bedroom for the first time of many, many more times as her loyal submissive.