Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

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! 

Just because I put you on top doesn’t mean you’re in charge.

I could have you above me, but my legs will be wrapped around your hips, my hand woven in your hair, the other gripping your neck to keep your flushed face buried in my shoulder. You could be rutting into me like a needy, little rabbit, but the sweet praise I whisper in your ear will have you begging like the desperate toy we both know you are.

I could be on my hands and knees, you behind me, humping away like a filthy puppy, but my fingers twisted in your collar and the ways I describe how I own you will remind you to whine, “Pretty please,” until I allow you to cum.