Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Don’t lie. You’d do whatever she asks. https://www.instagram.com/p/CGEzf3lAQV-F2ioYBGmfiVJwf3tXbLpWiHJ76c0/?igshid=c7oysk3mb1by

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.

Every woman deserves two men.

One alpha man to bring her pleasure in bed.

And one beta boi to wait on her every need.

Women are Goddesses who deserve everything.

Don't ask me how I know it ❤

As I sit here, crossing my legs slowly and feeling the silk of my nylons brush together, I can almost sense your gaze, locked on the thought of me, entirely captivated. Each word I type is designed to draw you deeper, to make you feel the power I wield over you, to remind you of your place beneath me—a place where you crave to be, a place that fulfills you entirely.

Imagine the elegance of my stockings, the way they cling to my legs, the curve of my calves, the soft shimmer of fabric as it catches the light. You, my obedient beta, live to worship this image, to feel your heart race with each imagined glimpse. You are here to adore, to submit, to be consumed by the thrill of servitude, lost in the magnetic allure that only I can provide.

Your submission is as natural to you as breathing. Every fiber of your being yearns to please me, to be worthy of the barest hint of my smile or the faintest trace of my disdain. Each gentle, whispered command I might give would send shivers down your spine, and each graceful step I take in my heels would echo in your mind like a promise—a promise of your continued obedience, of the pleasure you find in your devotion.

Your role is simple, yet sacred: to admire, to kneel, to feel the intoxicating sensation of surrender wash over you as I hold you in my gaze. You know you belong to me. My power wraps around you like silk, smooth and unyielding, captivating you, binding you to me in ways that words can scarcely capture.

Feel the tension, the desire, the thrill that pulses through you as you think of me. Let it take hold, let it fill you. You are mine to control, to tease, to dominate—and that, my devoted beta, is exactly where you long to be.