Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Down for the count! And her laughing...

... you know that post? The one about the fatal flaw of lightsabers?

You ever just... stumble across a post like this at 1 minute past midnight and get fucking slammed in the face by an Idea? Anyway I had 3 hours of sleep and I don't give a fuck, I got my weekly doodle in and boy howdy is it a doodle.

Hi Mrs. Hannigan!,

I just wanted to touch base with you on the status of your husband. I’m not going to lie, things are progressing quite slowly with him. He is one of the most stubborn and reluctant ones that I’ve come across. He still has lots of tantrums and breakdowns, so I have to keep him restrained a majority of the time. He really doesn’t like not being able to walk. The spiked booties keep him crawling and toddling on his knees, and he can be quite fussy when having to undergo his infantile tasks. There are some good days, however, when he can be quite compliant, eats all of his baby food without trying to spit it back at me, doesn’t try to pee on me during changes, and will sit and watch his hypno cartoons without incident. Those days are becoming more and more frequent.

The bottles keep him fairly regular, and he is making at least 2 poopy diapers a day. He is still quite embarrassed when doing so, and is very whiny and squirmy during his diaper change, but he doesn’t fight it or try to hold it as much as he’s used to. The hormones already seem to be taking effect. He complains that his nipples are hurting, and he’s even starting to get little nubs for breasts. His bladder nerves are starting to numb, I can tell by the way his eyebrows shoot up in surprise as his diaper plumps up with piss.

He has not been granted an orgasm since he’s been here, but every day (if he is well behaved) I give him thirty seconds of “tummy time” where he is allowed to lay on the buzzy toy and press it against his padded cage. Obviously, he only gets to do this when his diaper is in its most depraved state. Just the other day, he was particularly desperate in a diaper I hadn’t changed in 18 hours or so. He was humping so aggressively that he accidentally turned the vibrator off! Oh if you could have heard his pathetic whines! He looked like an actual baby crying on the floor! I’m sure he’ll learn to cum in the allotted time eventually, but for now I guess his balls will stay swollen and blue. It’s a good thing he’s in diapers as the leakies coming out of his cage are constant! Haha!

Do you like his new hair extensions? He was quite pouty while sitting in the chair, but he was rewarded with a lollipop after. He’ll never admit it, but I think he likes how pretty it makes him look. I’ve found that men usually hate being feminized at first, but really they just don’t like looking like a cheap bimbo. Once their makeup and hair routine progresses, their fake eyelashes applied, and their feminine body starts to take shape, you can tell they get a little prideful, they enjoy looking hot and fuckable the same way us women do.

As requested, his cocksucking training is moving along, albeit slowly. I still have to plug his nose and jam the dildos down his throat, but he is gagging less and less now. He is able to take my 7 inch cock all the way up his ass now. I kid you not, the other day when I was pounding him my strapon, he actually started backing up into it! He sounded so desperate and needy. His inner slut creeps out at the most inopportune times! So I think we will move on to the girthier 8 incher next week!

The following week, your hubby will suck his first real cock. My cohort, Quincy, always looks forward to this day. He delights in being inside virgin sissy mouth holes. I’m sure your husband will be quite reluctant, but I’ve found that after being deprived of release for so long, the promise of release will get them to do just about anything. Men can be so pathetic sometimes. Their little clitties control their every action. Eventually, your husband will be begging to suck a cock, just so he can get to cum or even get his diaper changed. If you would like to witness your hubbie’s first steps into slut hood, feel free to stop by!

Anyway, I just wanted to assure you that all is well. Your husband’s training is moving along nicely. I hope you are enjoying your unrequited time with your new lover! I promise that by the time I have your husband back to you, he will be a changed man. Or—sissy—rather. He will be de-pottytrained, and will be quite effective at fluffing your lover and cleaning up after. You will enjoy having a little sissy slave to keep the house spotless and provide constant entertainment, all the wives who use my services do! If you don’t mind, I just ask that you leave me a good Google Review if my work is up to your standards and you are satisfied with your husband’s transformation into sissybabyhood! Thanks again for your business! Talk to you soon!

~ Mistress Maeve

Any chance of sharing more details about your shock collar training? I love the power disparity they represent; discipline at the push of a button.

Sure! I’m happy to share a bit more about the experience I teased.

It was some years ago, and it was the first night I was meeting and playing with a new partner. Generally I don’t recommend such intensity for a first session with a partner, but I’ll admit that I was young, dumb, and overeager. Nothing bad happened and it was a wonderful experience, but I would do it differently today... just to be safer.

Before any play, he showed me the collar shocking himself and then let me play with the collar and intensities of shocks on my leg and arm.

When I was satisfied and comfortable with the collar, he commanded me to strip for him.

He then bound my hands behind my back before locking the shock collar into place on my neck. The prongs were positioned on the side of my neck, which is usually more sensitive than the front of back.

He added another tie at my elbows, forcing a tight posture that thrust my chest forward. I was commanded to stand and spread my legs hip distance apart while he added a short hobble chain between my ankles.

And then the exercise began.

As I’ve shared before, I love strict power dynamics and protocol. Maybe even more so than the sex itself… and he knew that. He had me walk the length of the room, holding my perfect posture, but keeping my eyes downcast, as an obedient submissive would to not drawn attention to herself. He demanded graceful steps despite the hobble between my legs, no jerks from the bindings or chains, and absolutely no raising my gaze to his face.

He then sat on the sofa with the remote for the collar while I walked back and forth at his command. Every stumble, any time I looked up, or even a moment of less than perfect gait would be corrected with a shock.

As I found confidence in his asks, he would add more challenges. By the end, I was nipple clamped, gagged and had clamps hanging between my legs. Still holding my composure for him, still being corrected by a shock each time I didn’t meet his standards.

I was crying from frustration and pain, but so deep in subspace. Every shock reminded me that I was a plaything, his little pet, existing for his entertainment. And the only way to avoid the electric punishment was to exist as he demanded. I felt myself mold to meet his expectations in real time with the help of the collar. And I loved knowing how powerless I was to lash out, push back, or give attitude of any type.

I could be withering on the ground in pain as a repercussion for my bad behavior, while he barely even had to lift a finger. He would never break a sweat.

All that to say, it’s a treasured memory and one of the hottest things to ever happen to me ever in my whole fucking life.