Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

That’s mean …

You are so naive ❤

making him fuck your hand as a "trial run" before you even let him see your pussy

All Part of the Plan, Ch. 3

This caption is the third of a four-part series I'm writing with @boysrbabies! Catch up on Part One and Part Two first!

“Where do you think you’re waddling off to, mister?”

She caught me red-handed and she knew it.

“I….I…I…”

Why do I feel like some misbehaving toddler?

“You…what, baby?”

I race to think of an excuse. Any excuse. Anything but the truth.

My shorts are at my ankles before I utter a single syllable. Her hand grabs at my soggy diaper, squeezing it inquisitorially. She turns me around, peeking into the seat of my diaper.

This diaper check is no different than any other the last few weeks. She doesn’t ask to check my diaper—not since my first messy accident three weeks ago—she just does it, no matter what I’m doing. I doubt it’ll ever get any less humiliating.

What is different is the look in her eyes. Her sweet smile replaced by anger and accusation. She knows I tried to sneak off to change my diaper.

“Honey, what did I tell you about changing your own diapers? That’s my job. If I ever catch you sneaking off like this again, you’ll be very, very sorry. Do you understand me, sweetie?”

“I…yes…I’m sorry,” I mumble. It’s easier not to dwell on the endless baby names coming my way.

“Good boy,” she says before spanking my soggy diaper, firm enough to feel through my padding.

She wouldn’t actually spank me, would she?

As I waddle behind her to the changing table, silence only interrupted by the crinkling of my diaper, I can’t help but wonder how it ever got this far.

I used to be her boyfriend. Now? I hardly feel like an adult. She did just catch me trying to hide my dirty diaper like a toddler after all…

We haven’t had sex since she taped me in that first diaper. Sure, there used to be the soul-crushing handjobs on the changing table, but even those have become nonexistent.

“Baby, we need to talk. I’ve been thinking and, well, I don’t think it’s right for a diaper-dependent like you to have sex. My body is off limits to diaper boys, sweetie.”

“And it goes without saying you won’t be receiving any blowjobs, that would be…gross. Or handjobs. So from now on, your widdle guy will stay in safely wrapped in your diapee as long as I’m changing your diapers.”

Now all I can hope for is one-minute (if I’m lucky) “diapee rubbies,” the horribly condescending name she gave them. And only when I’ve been a “good boy” for a few days.

The longer I go without sex, or really intimacy of any kind—and despite what she says, diaper changes are not “intimate moments”—the more I slip into docile obedience. I feel fuzzy, lost, desperate to make her smile. I can’t explain it.

But…it’s more than that. The more control over my body I lose, the more control she gains over my life. The further I slip into diaper dependency, the more dependent I become on her—and she knows it.

It’s not like I could ever leave her. The cold, brutal truth is no woman would want to be with me. Not anymore. I’m not foolish enough to believe there’d be a second date after I load my diaper in the middle of a crowded wine bar.

I’ll do anything to keep her happy. Anything. Whatever it takes to keep her from leaving me.

Even if it means letting her treat me like a toddler to keep her happy. She won’t admit it, but she’s definitely encouraging and rewarding infantile behavior. I can tell she’s enjoying this.

Even it means surrendering my dignity, privacy, and independence. And enduring the never-ending, relentless humiliation that defines my new life.

I’m trapped. I know it. She knows it. I’ll eventually have to put my foot down and fight for my adulthood that’s slipping away piece by piece, diaper by diaper.

I’m a grown man, I don’t need my girlfriend to make sure my diaper isn’t leaking. I am perfectly capable of changing my own diapers.

“Hop up on the changing table, sweetums! Such a great job!”

But how can I stop this? What if I lose her?

“Wow, baby, you must love your diapers! You sure know how to keep a woman busy!”

What other choice do I have but to submit to this humiliating new life?

“Legs up, sweetums! Gotta get all the poopie you left for Mo—me!”

Did she almost say what I think she said?

“All fresh and clean! Doesn’t that feel so much better? No more ickies in your diapee!”

Ugh. It really does.

File dump lol

HOMESCHOOLED

Out of the corner of her eye, Daisy could see Mrs. Wilder raise the leather strap up high for a brief moment before it sailed toward her completely exposed bottom at an alarming speed. 

Daisy winced.  

The sound of the strap cracking against her bare skin outpaced the sensations of pain and for a fleeting, wonderful handful of seconds, Daisy thought that maybe a strapping wasn't so bad after all.

But then the pain hit her like a tidal wave and she realized the truth.

In the time before the next stroke landed, seemingly a million thoughts raced through Daisy's mind all at once. How could it hurt so terribly? How could she possibly cope with 11 more?  Should she keep as quiet as possibly so that her parents don't overhear and find out how she slacked off with her tutor?  Would Mrs. Wilder tell them anyway?  Will they think she needs an additional spanking?  How many other 18-year-olds were still subject to getting their bare bums strapped?

CRACK!

The leather whipped across her skin once again, clearing all of those thoughts from her mind.  She bit her lip, already understanding that tears were close.  Mrs. Wilder clearly knew what she was doing, as Daisy's bottom was in agony after only two licks.

CRACK!

She would try harder.  Be better.  No more slacking off.  Daisy knew she absolutely had to because she couldn't bear the thought of laying over the desk again for Mrs. Wilder's strap.

CRACK!

The tears came and pitifully, Daisy reached back in an attempt to shield her battered butt.  Her thoughts were no longer clear and she wasn't really sure if she was trying to rub away the sting or just protect her ass from the onslaught.  Predictably, Mrs. Wilder was not amused and warned her that reaching back would add to her punishment if she did it again.

CRACK!   CRACK!   CRACK!

Three quick blasts of red, anguished pain and Daisy was practically standing up after the third one, crying loud and stomping her feet.  She begged for mercy.  Dimly, she realized that her parents would in fact be hearing her performance.  She wasn't sure if that meant she would get another spanking later or not, but she couldn't worry about that.

"You have five left, dear," Mrs. Wilder told her, her voice so calm it sounded eerily robotic. "Would you like them all quickly so we can be done with this?  The choice is yours."

Daisy nodded, but her heart skipped a beat. Five left? The number seemed impossibly high.  But she couldn't dwell on it.  Daisy closed her eyes.

"Then I want you to repeat after me, ok?"

Daisy grasped the far end of the desk so tightly that her knuckles were totally white.  She stood on her toes, ass up, only somewhat aware of how much of herself was visible to her tutor.  At that point, it didn't really matter.  It all felt like it was on fire.

"I want you to say, 'Please strap my bottom, Mrs. Wilder. I've been a naughty girl.'" Mrs. Wilder instructed.

Without opening her eyes, Daisy did her best to repeat what she had been told.

"P-P-Please s-s-strap-p m-my bottom, Mrs. W-W-Wilder.  I...I've b-been a n-n-naughty g-girl."

CRACK!   CRACK!   CRACK!   CRACK!   CRACK!

The Strap On

One of the biggest kinks in a FLR is the strap on. There are many reasons why they’re so common and popular. They benefit both partners equally in different ways making it the perfect sex toy to have in your kinky collection.  However it goes beyond simply being a sex toy, as a strap on can have huge psychological effects as well as physical.  It can really enhance the D/s dynamic because its the perfect tool for role reversal. 

When a strap on is combined with chastity, some real magic can happen between partners.  The longer he is chaste, the more likely he is to crave some sort of anal play, as his prostate gets bigger and more sensitive, craving any kind of stimulation. Even if he doesn’t crave anal play, it is actually healthy for him to have the prostate stimulated, during long lock ups, so it’s for his own good anyway!  This is why a strap on can be so much fun.  He either craves it, or it is humiliating to him, or both!  

This is perfect for a domme as well, as she gets to discover the power of having a penis between her legs, and his moans of pleasure or discomfort, as she begins to thrust into him. This alone, can be an extremely high level of power exchange and very erotic for her. She can take him with her strap on until he is whimpering horny and deep in sub space. There are no concerns about him cumming from the strap on, because this generally requires a lot of time and concentrated effort and technique to achieve. It is possible, if that is what she wants, but she has full control over that. Leaving him horny, makes for an eager tongue after she is finished taking him with the strap on. A tongue in which, she is equally eager for!

The strap on is much more fun than simply just bending him over, there are many ways in which a strap on can be used, which can make it a symbol of her dominance over him.  Often, a strap on is bigger than his penis, and she can tease him about that, saying her cock is bigger than his, while taking him with it.  Or for even more fun, she could allow him to wear it over his cage, and allow him to have intercourse with her using it. Since its bigger than his own penis, she can tease and say how much better it feels.

She could even go so far as to name her cock, and have her sub respect it, by cleaning it after use. Or sucking it to lube it up. Just looking down into his eyes can give both partners a power exchange rush that creates a strong erotic charge.  She can also make him practice his sucking techniques, if she plans on bringing other males into the relationship at some point. Once she has named her strap on, her submissive will have to worship it in the same way he worships her body, because it’s her cock. The psychological effects this can have, can send him deep into subspace, and she can keep him there. 

The strap on can also come in very handy as a punishment. Sometimes a submissive just needs a good hard strap on session, ordering him to get the strap on, and bend over on command, can be a powerful technique. Taking him with it often, even when he’s not in the mood, will help him adjust his behavior to understand, it’s not his bum, it’s hers. His resistance to it, will soon drop away, and the strap on will become a symbol of her power. 

Perhaps eventually, it may be the only way he is allowed to cum.  This can be common if she likes to feminize him, he can literally become the female in the relationship, and cum from anal only, while still caged. There’s so many possibilities with the strap on, including attachments that can provide her stimulation while using it making it even more fun.  It’s just one more tool in the femdom box, that she can use to completely dominate and own her submissive in all the ways she’s always wanted.  It is all about her, after all.

Want to discover the wonderful benefits of a female led relationship? Check out my Practical FLR book series here!