Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

i think what men don’t realize is women are the horniest, dirtiest, nastiest sluts in the world when they feel appreciated & loved. you’d never have to ask for a nude in your life if you just facilitated a safe space for her to feel comfortable.

"Sure, I could rub tanning oil onto my own chest, but I just love that pained look on your stupid face when the spikes start digging in.

Now, I want you to go nice and slow and savour every curve. I wanna see if I can make you cry."

Just a quickie

The enchantress smiles at the wary hero after ambushing him in his tent… She approaches him with hero arms open to her side, indicating she has no hidden weapons and nothing to hide…

Enchantress: How about we make this interesting? I won’t cast a single spell until you get an erection.

Hero: What?

Enchantress: In fact, I won’t even touch below your waist until you’re so rock hard I can see your bulge through your thick clothes…

Hero: That’s ridic-!

Before he can react she has swept him off his feet. He lands on the soft tent floor, her hand protecting the back of his head from the hard landing. Her face inches from him. Her smile smug, her eyes lost in fondness and anticipation. He swallows nervously…

Hero: I have more control of myself now… In your bed, maybe I can’t resist you… But here on the rough and uncomfortable earth you cannot manipulate me…

The enchantress chuckles, not replying. She simply grasps his head with her hands and kisses him…

Her smell, her taste…

Hero: N-no…

Enchantress: Mmm~ Look at that, hero. It looks like I’ve broken that “control” of yours…

It’s slow but inevitable. The hero’s pants raise, a hill growing. He blushes in humiliation.

The enchantress lightly fondles the bulge. The hero struggles, but he’s held down with her magic… The hard and rough earth beneath him seems to fade away and he’s lying on a soft bed of light…

He can no longer resist her…

The enchantress lays down fully on top of him. Childishly, she enjoys the feeling of his erection against him, purposely shuffling her body over him to feel more of it, and enjoying the embarassment on the hero’s face.

The great warrior who has stoically fought horrors all across the kingdoms, reduced to squirming and groaning…

Enchantress: You are afraid…

The hero looks into her bright eyes. He is magically and hypnotically captivated… His voice a whisper…

Hero: I am…

Enchantress: Why are you afraid?

Hero: I’m so afraid of you… Of what torment you have in store…

The enchantress chuckles, approvingly.

Enchantress: I have many kinds prepared…

Hero: No…. Please…

Enchantress: There’s no mercy for you. Don’t waste time begging. Just move on to the next topic… What else are you afraid of?

Hero: … Of how you’ll … break me next…

Enchantress: So many possibilities… You have so much pride I can crumble… What else?

Hero: I’m always afraid of how small you make me feel..

Enchantress: You must learn.

Hero: How powerful you are…

Enchantress: More than you can comprehend.

Hero: How effortlessly you always win…

Enchantress: And I always will.

Hero: That you might leave me one day…

The enchantress pushes herself up. She looks down, straight into his eyes. She frowns shaking her head.

Enchantress: Mm mm. No. Not that one. That is the one torment I forbid you from feeling.

Hero: I’m sorry… You’re just so important to me, so beautiful, so out of my pay grade-

Enchantress: I won’t allow that. You will never feel that fear again.

One hand pressing against his chest, the other cupping the side of his face, she presses her forehead against his. Her hair falls, covering the two faces in a curtain of privacy. The hero has no choice but to stare into her hypnotic, beautiful face, and deep into a trance of love and lust…

Enchantress: Never… again…

Hero: N-never… again…

With that she smiles and relaxes, resuming her romantic power play.

Biker Girls v Nerds (2)

The Gals get the giggles, Barry splashes out and p gets an eyeful

Look, me and L had just two small glasses of wine before hitting the dungeon. We were'nt p*ssed. You can't accuse me of being drunk in charge of a dildo, constable. It was just high spirits, girly camraderie and two naked men sucking Ladyc*ck that led to us getting hysterics and totally losing our shit.

It didn't help that the d*cks we'd purchased were very veiny and realistic. We made the boys strap them on for us and kneel side by side as we fed them into their gaping maws and gave the order to start worshipping. I announced another contest, this time to see who was the best and most enthusiastic sucker.

It also turned into a contest to see which of me and L could do the most outrageous 'boy' dialogue to encourage their performance: you know the sort of thing I'm talking about: suck it good , baby, take it all, you know you want it (yawn). Except it wasn't a yawn when we were doing it, it was bloody hilarious (if I say so myself)!

We were both getting completely carried away - I actually discovered later that I chipped one of p's teeth, or at least knocked off a pre-existing cap - and I could feel a big laugh bubbling away inside of me, when suddenly I rammed my d*ck down p's throat (probably that was what did the dental damage) and cried "SUCK IT, NERD!"

Well, L just erupted with laughter and I followed straight after, jiggling the strap-on about so much at the back of p's gob I had to snatch it out before I choked him! L was the same and we just had abandon mock fellatio for a spell as we first collapsed onto one another, then had to go and sit down to have a little laugh-cry.

At one point, L set us off again when, wiping her eye, she mumbled that she thought she might have wet herself. "First Barry, now you?" I said, incredulously and the giggles, which had just subsided, rose up again as we sat there, our 'cocks' shaking uncontrollably. They boys were laughing too, though far more discreetly.

We decided to abandon the foreplay and go direct to dual action sodomy, with both boys bent over the whipping bench, side by side - at least initially; after a while, I suggested (as I had done in vain previously) that we make them face one another across the bench and this time L agreed. Bad girl.

It wasn't entirely successful, as their heads were down and their eyes closed much of the time and we could see one another better; which nearly started us off laughing again, each seeing the other pumping away at their slave's arse with grim (or not so grim) determination. We made them look at each other a few times, though.

It must have been quite humiliating for them, as they were in considerable discomfort and pulling all sorts of funny faces. It was amusing to see them, but also hot to see your partner mercilessly f*cking them from behind. Happily, they were both brave boys and took it well, even if they were walking a bit bandy afterwards.

As they were now well and truly f*cked, it was time for us girls to have a bit of fun for a change. As L was sort of a guest, I let her take the oral chair and I took the throne (which doesn't have a facility for oral - V missed a trick there). It wasn't half so comfortable, especially for poor p, who had to contort himself, but still brought me off royally.

I offered L the use of p when she'd finished with Barry, but she declined. Barry has either improved a lot or L has been taking acting lessons, as she was, shall we say, most demonstrative in her pleasure. I couldn't see her face, but I could hear her moaning and gasping and she seemed to be having a wonderful time.

When me and p had cleaned up, I discretely checked in on her and was surprised to see the double-crossing minx masturbating Barry, who had his eyes closed and a blissful look on his little red face.

"Oi!" I exclaimed, "We said no release for the boys!"

Barry opened his eyes wide. Apparently, he didn't get the e-mail and he was crest-fallen when L stopped moving her hand.

"Oh come on, N, don't be mean..." pleaded L.

"Don't be mean?" I replied, somewhat exasperated. "Do you even know what BDSM stands for? Bondage, domination, sadism and masochism. Hang on, I've got a great idea!"

I took p aside and went into a little huddle with him.

"I want you to do something for me", I whispered. "You don't have to do it. I'll give you a free pass on this one if you want, but I want you to do it for me and I'd be very impressed if you did".

He knew by that it was going to be something he really would not like to do. He asked what I had in mind.

"I want to see Barry come in your face", I said, Nothing like the direct approach, is there?

He sort of winced; he didn't like the sound of that, but he really wanted to please me, as he always does.

"Just in the face? You won't make me swallow it?" I assured him it wouldn't go any further. He didn't seem entirely convinced, but meekly nodded and said "Okay". I smiled and kissed him on the forehead; then I went to explain my idea to L, changing my beneficent Mistress smile to a wicked, mischievous one.

"No! Oh N, we can't.." That was L's initial reaction, which was promising as it sounded liked she'd like to if only I could persuade her it was okay. I stressed that p had consented and suggested that it would give a delightfully twisted edge to Barry's release and a provide a fitting finale to our session.

L clearly wanted to see the show, but thought she should check with Barry, who would be delivering the denouement. His eyes said "Wow", but he too sought assurance that p was on board. On receiving it, he assented. L started masturbating him from behind, while I had p kneel in front of him and pushed his face into the firing line.

After a few minutes of skilful manipulation, I could see Barry going off to Dreamland and I held p in place, my heart thumping rapidly in anticipation of the pay-off. I knew p would hate this, but I also knew he wanted to do it for me regardless; and that made it so, so hot. I was thrilled to watch him degrade himself for me.

Inevitably, Barry's c*ck twitched and spurted its goo. I held p's head firmly, so his face caught each spattered drop. Barry opened his eyes, looked briefly down at p, then looked away. I pulled p's head back so L could see it; adding a long dribble of spit, I grinned and said to my lovely, obedient p: "Good slave. Go clean yourself up".

I think L and Barry felt a bit uncomfortable with what had happened at first; until they saw me with p afterwards, stroking his hair and telling him I was proud of him for obeying me, despite his feelings of shame and disgust; him on his knees, sincerely thanking me for the 'privilege'. Then I think they understood that it was beautiful after all.

N x

-End-

[Top pic from Princess Honey's X blog, all4honey - DELETED AS TUMBLR DEEMED EXPLICIT; bottom is a caption from an unknown source that p has had for ages]

Stop press: I will be producing one more separate post about the rest of our weekend; expect sexy and amusing, but not an orgy. The next day was a Sunday, after all.