Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

i want a pretty naked boy to straddle one of my legs so i can spank him while he grinds on my thigh and makes little whimpering moans against my neck

The enchantress holds the hero down and fastens the bindings all along his limbs. Steel bindings with soft wool padding beneath.

When she releases him he stands up and looks down at his body. He can move freely, the bindings merely wrapped around his individual wrists, ankles, elbows and knees.

Hero: …What are you planning.

Enchantress: Oh, this way I have bound you far more effectively than I ever could with traditional bondage. You will see.

She approaches.

Enchantress: As you walk around town, trying to live your life, the others will see you, and know you’ve been caught by me. Even walking freely, the world will see you as captured. One glance at these cuffs and belts and they will know.

She places one hand on his hip and the other to the side of his face. He shudders, but dares not retreat.

Enchantress: Monsters who see you will flee instead of fight, knowing better than to mess with my belongings. Warlocks and wizards will steer clear, bandits will allow you through without battle. And each time you will know it is because I will it.

The hero swalloes as the enchantress’s face approaches his own. She pulls him into a kiss. Then an embrace as she whispers into his ear, resting her head against his shoulder…

Enchantress: And each time, you will feel more and more as a belonging. It will become your truth. Your identity. Your greatest desire. And your resistance will become weaker and weaker against your new moniker.

Hero: N-no…

Enchantress: My eternal, free range slave.

The enchantress feels the hero’s erection against her thigh. She giggles and snaps her fingers.

Enchantress: Just kidding <3

The cuffs and belts immediately connect to one another, trapping the hero in helpless, humiliating, and very physical bondage.

Hero: D-DAMN IT, ENCHANTRESS!

Enchantress: Nah, all of that sounds fun for you, but from my point of view it would take way too much patience. I’m just gonna drag you into my room and fuck you, same shit as always.

She hums a merry tune as she drags the squirming boy away.

Using His Coworker

Thanks for the positive responses to MY first post. Although, I do request that if you’re going to ask a question, use the “ask me anything” instead of just a private message. I get a lot of duplicate messages asking the same questions and it would just be easier. :) I’m happy to answer them though.

Apparently, the part about using my husband’s coworkers or friends got a lot of juices flowing. So, I wanted to leave a more detailed example of how I have done this.

My husband works in a hospital and his coworkers he has a lot of great friends that he’s made through this. Thankfully for them, my husband is a complete perv and fantasizes about them fucking his wife quite a bit. Years ago I started coming by and visiting him and would often times sit and chat with he and his friends in their break room.

I try to be modest... but I know when guys are eye-fucking me. And I love it. There were several hot guys but one in particular, we’ll call him Mark, that was tall, dark and handsome. He was a white guy... but dark as in he looked almost Italian. Gorgeous. Just gorgeous. He was in great shape and his black hair was always done beautifully.

Mark was pretty straightforward with flirting with me. Would make comments about how he has never found his “Lindsey,” and would talk about how I’m the complete package. “Smart, sexy, assertive, wasn’t a ditz to talk to.” It took all of one time meeting him before I wanted to be on that. My husband and I were already in a cuckold relationship, so there wasn’t any of the dancing around that needed to be done. (Considering his feelings, setting ground rules, etc.) I knew he loved it when I fucked his friends and Mark wouldn’t be an exception.

I didn’t tell my husband right away but decided to visit again the next week. This time I wore my short, black skirt that when I bent over barely kept the goods covered from behind. Wearing that, a tight top showing the ladies, and my black heels, I went to visit again. All the eyes were on me as we ate lunch. I didn’t care about any of them except for Mark’s deep brown eyes trained on my cleavage.

We talked and flirted, I was sitting between Mark and my husband, and I waited until it was just the three of us in the room to stand up and bend over to get something out of my purse on the floor. Yes, yes I went that cheesy and straightforward. When I stood back up and turned around Mark was drinking his water but not looking at me. I looked at my husband and glanced at the door. He knew what that meant. He told me later he was straining in his cage already from my display as he walked out of the room.

I walked over to Mark and said, “Hey, you should have my phone number, in case of an emergency or something.” He looked at me and fumbled over his words for a second before saying, “Oh, yeah, ok.” He handed me his phone and I went to put my number in... his wallpaper was him and two of his friends shirtless after running some mud obstacle course. God, I was wet. I put my number in and as I handed it back to him I told him to text me so I’d have his number. “Just so I know you’re not a robo call.”

It was time for me to head out so he stood up and actually gave me a hug before I walked out. My husband was awkwardly nearby and walked over to me. He gave me a kiss and walked with me, “How was that?” he asked hurriedly as we walked away. “Eh, nothing really.” He smirked and said, “Somehow I doubt that.” I winked at him and ask he hugged and kissed me goodbye I squeezed the silicon sheath of the cock cage and said, “You behave.”

I wanted to text mark immediately but I managed to wait for an hour... I started my usual hijinks and texted Mark, “Great talking with you today, again. You’re such a great guy.” He responded about thirty minutes later saying he enjoyed talking and I said, “I hope you find your “Lindsey” soon, you deserve it. Well, actually you deserve better than that...”

He said, “I don’t think there is better than that.” I was so giddy. I could basically taste his dick in my mouth, “You sure know your way with women, huh?” He replied, “I just speak the truth.” At this point I knew I could keep the banter going or just go for the kill... I knew he wanted me but I didn’t think he’d do it since I’m married to a coworker. “Are your off days staggered differently than my husbands?” He waited a couple of minutes and said, “Yeah, we overlap but there’s one day difference.” I asked him what he usually does on those days. He said he works out, hikes, reads... basically everything he could say to make him the perfect man.

I texted him for about an hour and told him goodnight. I decided, he would be mine. I knew what time he got off because it was when my husband got off. I guessed when he would be home and texted him, “I can’t stop thinking about how sweet you are to say you want to find a me... that’s the best compliment a woman can ever be given.” I was worried I was coming on too strong but he replied, “Your husband is lucky he found you first... that’s all I’ll say.” I told him he didn’t have to hold back. He replied, “Lol. Yes I do.”

That’s where my first picture came slid in... me wearing my heels, black thong, and my arm across my breasts. It was cut off right at my smile. I sent this and said, “Tomorrow night, I could be your Lindsey.” My husband was working and Mark was off. He didn’t reply for a minute and then said, “And your husband?” Sometimes I tell them about the cuckold relationship, other times I don’t. I wanted to play my game... so I replied, “he’ll be working. You’re not THAT close anyways.” He replied, “Hahahah...” and that was it.

I sent back, “No strings attached, no pressure, but I know you want it and I need to fuck you to get it out of my system because you’re all I think about.” It was silent for about thirty seconds and he said, “5? I’ll have dinner too.” “Send the address and I’ll see you then. Also, I’m on the pill.” I got back a thumbs up and “Good, I hate condoms.”

My husband was home at this point and I decided to not tell him anything. I was absolutely drenched and sat down on the couch and opened my legs. At this point we’d really been trying out the “sex slave” thing and he knew that meant he had to get down immediately. I grabbed the back of his head and was grinding his face into my pussy until I exploded. Absolutely amazing orgasm. When I say I’m sadistic, I really, truly am. My friends tell me I am so mean to him but I swear he loves it.

I didn’t tell him a thing about it.

The next day I got ready super early, had some fun with my vibrator, and was frothing at the mouth for this. I hadn’t texted Mark at all but we knew the arrangement. He was going to fuck my brains out and do whatever he wanted to me, and I’d never tell my husband.

I arrived at his place wearing a short red skirt this time and no panties. My hair and makeup were done and my long brown hair was partially curled and going down my back. I had a low cut shirt on with my normal bra. He opened the door wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and his hair was perfect as ever. With his t-shirt tight I could see he had more muscle than I ever realized before. He smiled and said, “I didn’t think you’d actually show up.” I laughed and said, “You thought I was one to just talk shit, huh?”

It is a little awkward at a meet like this when the guy’s actually a nice enough guy. He’s not going to just maul you. He asked if I wanted a drink and I told him, “Afterward.” He looked down as he was pouring himself a drink and said, “You don’t mess around at all.” I walked toward him and said, “No,” as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. We made out for a minute before I asked, “First time with a married woman?” He shrugged and said, “As far as I know.”

I felt his hands on my ass and he picked me up. He took me took the bedroom and we fucked for about ten glorious minutes before he exploded inside of me. He apologized and said he was sorry he came so quickly. We laughed a little and told him it was fine. We lied in the bed and made out while he recharged and when I felt him start to grow I went down and sucked him for five minutes before mounting him again. We fucked four times and he cooked dinner for me, both still naked, and had a wonderful evening. I knew my husband would be home and I planned on being there about fifteen minutes after he would get there.

I got home and he had already changed into just his panties and cage when I got there. I took him to the bedroom and he knew I’d been getting fucked. He got onto his back and stripped off of his panties, I could see his cock straining. Now, we play a game where if I don’t tell him beforehand, he has to guess whose cum he is eating out of me. I mounted his face and I’m sure I was quite tasty. Lol. He seemed even shocked by it for a second.

“Brian?” he asked. “Nope!” I squeezed his balls as punishment for getting it wrong. “Steven?” “You’re really bad at this.” I squeezed them harder and we both laughed. “One more and you lose the pussy for a week...” “Andrew?!” I acted so disappointed he couldn’t guess it and dropped his cock. I got off of him, spun around and put my ass in his face. “Lick my ass while I give you your punishment blue balls.” I felt his tongue going to work on my anus as I bent down and began licking the parts of his cock coming through the silicon. I teased the shit out of him for about fifteen minutes before getting off and lying next to him. He was in obvious pain from the teasing and I chuckled as he dealt with it. I got my vibrator out and had him use it on me since he couldn’t lick me anymore.

I didn’t tell him who it was all weekend. I texted Mark throughout the weekend and he asked several times if my hubby had figured out we’d slept together. I told him how oblivious he is to that stuff. He said he felt bad but I tried to make it better by telling him how my husband never fucks me anymore and is addicted to porn. Lol.

When they were at work together the next time I was texting Mark and he said he felt like a douche but also felt pretty badass knowing he’d fucked the hot wife that everyone talked about at work. (Very flattering) So, the point my friend told me was evil is that I texted my husband the screenshot of mark saying that but cropped the name. Haha... he knew someone there had fucked me and it was driving him crazy with lust. The first person he asked about was Mark and I just replied, “I’m not telling you. If you want to know who fucked me, ask them.”

My friend says I’m a complete asshole for that but I think it’s hilarious. She actually laughed too, so...

A proud parent on the first day of school. I've made more than a thousand captions and I'm not sure I've ever done the "wicked stepmother" thing before. Possibly I have but I don't think so.

Ownership - Part I - The Clinic - The Strict Protocol Continues

The Strict Protocol Continues

Kelly finds herself marking a calendar, the timing of her visits most consequential. Never more often then every third day, the lengthy interval assuring that her charge Chestnuts is eager for cleansing and bathing. On occasion the suffering is extended… four days… and on one occasion a fifth day when she found herself traveling over a holiday weekend.

Imbued with unsurpassed power, she finds herself becoming giddy by the morning of the appointed day, a young girl desiring to cuddle her puppy.

Chestnuts is equally excited by her visits of course, his psyche anointing ‘Miss Kelly’ with plenipotentiary governance. She is everything… the source of all he needs. But of course not of all he wants. Denial… always denial of that which a virile young male most wants… most desires. And it pleases Kelly to deny him.

Instead there is tongue work. Chestnuts’ long wet appendage, surgically freed of the restricting frenulum, now thrusts forth with vigor in scooping the bland sustenance from an offered spoon. Miss Kelly is known to playfully dab the tip of the nose and, in encouraging with girlish giggles, has the prodigious length of pink curl upwards to swath, not only eagerly finding nourishment but pleasing with the display… the oral nimbleness of a barnyard animal.  

Kelly is also given to firmly grasp the tongue, ending each visit with many minutes of tugging, twisting and turning, imbuing continuing length, assuring strength and stamina.

Chestnuts is rewarded for his cooperation… more vaginal froth… Miss Kelly’s quim brimming with evidence of her delight… her ownership well implanted.

Still, yet there remains evidence of male aggression… almost every visit ending with a plea for manual release, Chestnuts’ penis standing most robustly after many weeks of chastity. Yes, the meek words come as Miss Kelly approaches with ice, the unwavering tumescence to succumb to a woman’s desire to return her boy to diapers.

‘Won’t you please stroke me first, Miss Kelly?’

The quest is ignored of course. But as the visits progress, ending such pleasant interludes of feminine power with notions of a soothing hand offering such crass male satiation disturbs.

In exiting the Clinic on one Saturday afternoon, Chestnuts well restrained and returned to his diaper, Kelly engaged the desk nurse in small talk, broaching the subject of ‘hand jobs for the helpless’, as Kelly humorously considers the constant quest.

“You should review the Guidebook,” the nurse suggests. “The Recalcitrance and Discipline chapter has some ideas. And I note on the chart that your boy is uncircumcised. Be sure to read the segment on infibulation as well.”

Kelly thanks the nurse, realizing she did not before delve that far into the Guidebook.

So it’s a Saturday night. Arriving home, a bottle of Chardonnay awaits. After a hot shower, Kelly calms herself after a long afternoon of feminine governance and concupiscence. The Guidebook awaits. She sits, sips and flips open.

Recalcitrance and Discipline, the final segment. Turning the pages she is surprised to find a chapter on masturbating the male, a shocking subject matter for an institution dedicated to male chastity.

‘During times of release… for cleansing or simple amusement… the chaste male will find himself erect and powerless to refrain from beseeching for sexual release. Think of the process as a young male dog in heat, assaulting Master’s leg with his privates in a most inappropriate manner. This annoyance can be curtailed very simply by indeed condescending and offering manual release… but in a very controlling and ultimately disciplining manner.

‘Clients will find each training room equipped with a slim glass tube and a supply of rock salt. It is a simple matter to introduce a few grams of salt into the tube, slip into the urethra of the erect male, and deposit sodium chloride well into the penis shaft by pressing a complementary rod as the tube is withdrawn. As the salt melts, aggravating the most sensitive of male flesh, the beseeched hand should stroke. There will follow a rather convincing combination of pleasure as denied penile skin is stroked and pain as the salt melts to irritate the urethra. Within minutes the pain pleasure will overwhelm. Subsequent ejaculation will slide the introduced salt further down the urethra, enhancing the pain as the release of ejaculate presses, and ultimately transforming what is normally the pinnacle of male ecstasy into an agonizing encounter with the determination of the female hand.’

In thought, Kelly pauses and sips… with a smile. Transforming male pleasure into pain! How devious… yet ingenious! Chestnuts will become quite reluctant to request manual release after such a daunting hand job. One can only imagine the distress in introducing salt, ironically so harmless, into the vaunted male organ.  

The Guidebook is pushed aside. Delirious thoughts of disciplining her charge in such an ignominious manner brings the need for her vibrator.