Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Reblog if you know the obvious…

that your limit is your hand. Loser!

having a clingy, needy pretty boy who’s cock warming my strap. he’s trying his best to stay quiet and be my good boy, but he can’t help the whimpers and moans that escape his lips every time i move even the slightest. as time goes on, he only gets needier, fingers curling around my shirt and hazy whines escaping his lips as he tries his best not to squirm, before quiet pleads start to escape his pretty lips, begging me for permission to move, pleading for more attention, to touch him, to kiss him, to even look at him.

my fingers are shoved in his mouth to shut him up, and he only sucks eagerly to distract himself, but it’s only a matter of time before he’s even more needy, moaning around my fingers like an absolute whore, drool dripping down his chin as he begs me to fuck him, even though it’s so muffled.

maybe i’ll give in, finally bending him over my desk and fucking him like the slut he is, or maybe i’ll hold his hips down, preventing him from moving for a few more minutes if not hours for being a bad boy <3

Hold still, baby. Let Mommy get a look at you. Hmmm. Let me just adjust your plastic pants a little. We don’t want any leaks, do we? Nu-uh. No we don’t. We want all your tinkles and poo-poos to stay in your diapers while we’re out today!

Awww, someone’s a blushy baby! I know it’s embarrassing, honey, but Mommy’s very proud of what a big baby you’ve become. Just think, it wasn’t that long ago that you were striding about in your grown-up clothes, thinking you were such a big man. But that was before the matriarchy took over and took away all of those silly “men’s rights”, of course. Now you’re just an overgrown Mama’s boy who stomps around in his diapers and can’t go ten minutes without wetting himself! It’s so cute!

Oh poor baby, don’t look so sad! I know you’re upset that Mommy took away all your adult privileges, but I think spending the rest of your life as my helpless toddler is exactly what you need. Sure, you won’t get to use the toilet, or have sex, or be respected ever again, but you will get lots of attention from all the pretty ladies who want to bottle-feed you and cuddle you and change your diapers! You know how popular you are with women whenever I take you out in public. Now come along, baby boy. Let’s get going!

Moving to vanillachastity.com

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

Argue, I dare you

Everything of Value

Erc strained uncomfortably and uselessly at his tight bonds. He paused as a tall and elegant black clad figure strode into the room. With pained eyes he gazed up at the statuesque blonde woman looking down at him, a vicious looking crop that the terrified Eric knew all too well, in her left hand leather gloved and a pair of clinking metal handcuffs in her right. Eric dared to meet her pale blue eyes, but his tone was not defiant. “Please, ma’am,” he said plaintively, “what do you want? You have taken all of value that I have! Can’t you just leave me now?”

The woman, resplendent in her tight fitting leather look black dress, sheer black tights and heeled black shoes stared down at him with a mixture of amusement and contempt. “You think this is a simply a robbery?” she laughed. “That I am some kind of high end housebreaker?” Eric found himself nodding. She smiled, a sinister light in her eyes. “No, I have not yet taken everything of value from you.” Eric swallowed. “I have good news for you, my friend,” the beautiful virago continued, “I am going to untie you.” Hope leapt briefly in Eric’s heart - was his ordeal about to end? The woman soon crushed his brief surge of optimism. “But your bad news is that you will then be handcuffed, blindfolded and gagged,” she continued, “before you enjoy a long trip in the trunk of my car.” Even bound as he was, Eric’s shoulders visibly slumped. The young woman crouched next to her prisoner, her tight clothes stretching enticingly over her perfect figure, her lipsticked mouth close to his ear. “This is no mere robbery, my overpaid friend,” the girl whispered to him, with the faintest hint of an East European accent, “ this is a kidnapping.”

My interpretation of the story behind this excellent piece of fm bondage juxtaposition art by Tied Up At The Moment who can be found on Deviant Art