Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

The daughter of the female CEO is now your line manager, and every day, you will have to justify your existence to a spoilt brat princess who is used to having her designer shoes licked clean. How much are you prepared to degrade and humiliate yourself just for her amusement?

NEVER grant a release.

CHASTITY DEVICES

Men are men and they will want to play with their penises, never mind their good intentions. So how do you enforce a ban on sexual releases? Even the most motivated man could easily have an “accident”. Well, some FLR couples do this using the honor system only, but I’d venture to say that a majority use a chastity device - we certainly do.

If you have read this far with a lingering fear in the back of your head that pursuing a FLR relationship will turn you into leather-clad sex maniacs with a bedroom full of whips and strange sexual toys, this might be where your warning lights go off. But fear not, this is the only piece of equipment that (in my opinion) is required, and it’s a very discreet one. Simply put, it’s a small plastic or metal cage that locks into place with a ring around his testicles, keeping his penis pointed downward and limited to a certain size (definitely not large enough for a proper erection). They can be worn 24/7 for longer periods of time, aren’t visible under clothes (if you take certain precautions), and come with a set of small keys that you should carry with you. Imagine that - his precious penis locked away, and you holding the keys.

If you are totally new to this, you might need a few minutes to process this. It may seem extreme, but really isn’t. It’s a tool that helps you help him. And if he’s like most men wanting to live in a FLR relationship, he can’t wait to start wearing it.

You won’t believe the combined effect that being denied, locked up, and teased can have on a man’s psyche. He will be aching to make you happy, in any small way he can. And the cage will be a constant reminder of your kinky arrangement, which he will (mostly) love. Not only do you have him do all these embarassing things for you, but he can’t even get a proper erection without your approval. Poor thing…

For you, it will feel quite nice knowing that you hold the keys to his most precious body part. Imagining him in a meeting with a bunch of blustering alpha men, with a locked penis hidden under his suit, that only you can unlock (and practically never do), might bring a smile to your face if you’re having a bad day at work.

Ravyn Alexa

Reflective Desire

Fuck Face

Oh my word, I love everything about this.

Him, hooded, collared, tied, gagged - only the holes under the nostrils making the difference between being vulnerable and suffocating. He can hear his own heartbeat, the blood rushing through his veins, his scarce bodily hair standing on top, his skin, damp from sweat, registering every movement of air.

He is exposed, so exposed, so vulnerable.

He stirs under my gentle touches, under my fingertips brushing up and down his thighs, sometimes “accidentally” touching his cum filled balls. That’s when his cock, my cock, twitches manic in its cage.

I will claim him as my bitch, my slut, my whore, fuck his tight arse with my strap on. He knows this, because we both crave the same thing - my conquering of his body as much as his mind. My fucking and stretching of his boy pussy, with my fingers, my hand, my girl cock. But not yet. Later. When he thinks I’m done with him, when he believes I have forgotten about it. Later.

First, his nipples. His beautiful pink joy buds. I circle them with my fingers for a while, pinching lightly before adding little bites. I can tell from his muffled moans and his leaking cock how much he likes this. But it’s not enough, today I want to overload his senses. It’s time for the clamps, and to be honest with you, I almost feel physical pain myself when their little teeth bite into his sensitive skin. He will take the pain. For me. And maybe because he’s a little pain slut. It does not matter, because I decide when, where and how. My rules.

As the clamps dig into his flesh and he realises what’s happening to him, his body convulses. I give him a few seconds to adjust, slowly caressing his face over the hood while blowing cool breath on his nips.

“Are you ok my love?” I ask, my lips almost touching the leather of his hood. He can hear me and nods. “Talk to me my boy” … “Yff, yff m k” - I have learnt to understand what he says into his gag. I caress his hood again, kissing it on the forehead, both cheeks, over the gag. We love this intimacy.

My lips close around his nose and immediately his body tenses. So vulnerable. Then he realises I’m breathing for both of us and starts inhaling my breath. He is now literally clinging onto me for sheer life. So much responsibility. So much trust. So much intimacy. I got you, babe, don’t worry.

As he calms and eases into my rhythm, my hands find the clamps and start toying with them - more distraction, more sensual overload for him. He sucks the air out of me, breathing heavily as I slowly start pulling the nipple chain.

More cage twitching, more leaking. I smile, happy and proud, and release my lips from around his nose. I grant him a few seconds of fresh air supply.

“You are a good boy, aren’t you?” He nods “yff, yrs” (“yes, yours” - sweet, huh?) “And do you like being at my mercy like that?” Vigorous nod “yff, yff I d..” More caressing of his face through the leather hood, more slight pulling of the nipple chain. Instant reaction in the cage, rivers of delicious cock tears oozing out of the metal bars restraining his erection. “I will show you what truly being at my mercy feels like …”

And with that I place the palm of my hand under his chin, pushing his lower jaw upwards, harder into the gag inside the hood, while my fingers close around the nostrils and block all of his oxygen supply off.

I can see his internal fight to remain calm. He has literally no way out of this if I don’t let him.

At my mercy - he now understands the full impact of these three words.

“Ssshhh, calm” I reassure him. “You’re mine and you’re safe!”

HENRY'S SWEET REVENGE

It was a rare sight, a rare sight indeed.  Henry's stepsister Annabelle was waiting to be taken around back, to their Pa's workshop, for a whipping. Henry could hardly believe his eyes.

Annabelle was naked and already crying - a potent combination of humiliation and fear. Her butt was moments away from being roasted. She knew this, as did Henry.  Henry knew from personal experience. In fact, it was those same awful memories of appointments with Pa's razor strop that were making Annabelle's predicament so sweet.  

There had been many, many times over the past few years when she had been the one to come across him standing naked in the den, waiting to be walked out to that dreadful shed. Slyly, she would be such a cunt to Henry on these occasions, teasing and laughing, threatening to tell his friends or even his girlfriend. His anger would overwhelm him in those instances and he would usually yell back at her, making it worse on himself with their Pa. But, Henry's penis would grow big and hard and stiff during those moments which would delight Annabelle even more. 

Shamefully, after those spankings, later in bed, with his ass still on fire and his pride mortally wounded, he would masturbate furiously. He usually managed more than once, sometimes as many as four or five times in the immediate aftermath, replaying his humiliation in front of his stepsister over and over again in his mind. He hated her and yet, there was this fascination and obsession.

But now the tables had turned.

It had been a long time since Henry had seen Annabelle naked. He was quite certain that she was still spanked by their parents, was even fairly certain that they had paid a visit to her dorm room during her freshman year with Ma's hairbrush ready for action, but somehow, she had managed to avoid an old-fashioned whipping in the workshop for what seemed like forever. For a moment, he wondered what she had done to finally earn this particular trip, but then realized he didn't care. It didn't matter. 

He stood at the top of the steps and let his eyes roam all over her body. She was almost through with college, an absolutely humiliating age to require a spanking, especially one that would require a nude trek through the backyard. There were no close neighbors, but again, drawing from his own experiences, Henry knew it was a walk-of-shame unlike any other.

He noticed that she was clean shaven now. Her nipples were rock hard in the early autumnal chill. Annabelle couldn't look up, couldn't make eye contact. All of those times embarrassing Henry, telling her friends about his boners and his red ass afterwards, were running through her head, much as they were through his. 

Pa came into the kitchen and took Annabelle roughly by the elbow.  "Your sister's going to get a lesson in responsibility," was all he said. Annabelle sobbed loudly as the two of them walked out the backdoor and began their journey to the workshop. Henry felt a familiar and urgent snugness in the crotch of his pants.

The interview started an hour ago. Madam just took her time….