Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Your Love Is My Drug

“Go on, honey, make your crinkles for me!”

She doesn’t keep you around because she loves you. And she definitely doesn’t love all the diaper changes. Or finding you a babysitter every time she goes out.

She keeps you around because nobody makes her feel better about herself than you. The way you look at her—like she’s the most beautiful woman in the world.

You’re like a pet. Her silly, diapered pet. She knows you’ll be there waiting at the door just so excited to see her when she gets home. When she’s feeling bad, you’ll be right there to comfort her.

And that’s all a pathetic diaper boy like you can offer her.

Do you know how good you make her feel when she sees your teeny tiny diaper tent forming when you see her?

Or when you make your cummies in 30 seconds after just seeing a glimpse of her bra?

You exist for her entertainment. To serve her.

She knows this is the best you can ever hope for in life. You’ll never make it out there, in the real world, without her.

You have nothing to offer her except your desperation for her. Your willingness to debase yourself for her ego.

To live you life knowing you’ll never get with her.

This is where you belong.

Embarrassing moment

“Come and lie down at my feet, slave,” my girlfriend ordered. “Face up. I want you looking up at me, which is how your life is going to be from now on.”

I blushed. I was kneeling near where my dominant girlfriend, Taylor, was doing her nails. I was naked, my hands were tied behind my back. We had just started our FLR a week ago, and this was the first time she’d instructed me to lie down at her feet. My erection intensified - female feet were a real trigger for me, but I still hadn’t told her that. I moved to where she pointed and lay down, looking up at her and feeling very turned on, but very ashamed.

“I’m enjoying dominating you,” Taylor said, not looking at me. “I love how docile you get when I tie you up and spank you. I think after I’m done with my nails, you’ll get a good spanking before bed.”

My head swam with arousal. Being under her control had been so wonderful, but lately, she was threatening to get a chastity cage, which was making me nervous.

Suddenly, she crossed her legs, and one of her bare feet was only inches from my face. For a moment, I thought she might rest it on my face, and I felt the orgasm starting before I could stop it.

“Permission to come, Miss Taylor,” I begged, trying to keep it from happening. Coming without permission was a serious act of disobedience.

“Permission denied,” she said, not looking at me.

I came anyway. As my disobedience became apparent, she looked down at me in surprise.

“You naughty, disobedient boy!” She said. “I did NOT give you permission for that! Turn over and lie in it, slave, and think about what you’ve done. You are definitely getting a spanking before bed now, and no more looking at me, or my feet!”

She paused as I turned over. “Oh, and I’m going to punish you separately for not confessing to me how much you like my feet. No secrets from me, remember? And now that you’ve come without permission, I will definitely be getting you locked in chastity!”

one of my biggest fantasies is to tie a shy boy to my bed, blindfold him, and do all kinds of things to him. what he dosen’t know is that i filmed the whole thing and will be forcing him afterwards to watch himself get fucked while he blushes like crazy and gets hard again.

"If you lick them spotlessly clean, I might consider giving you back your clothes."