Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

POV: You are friendzoned by your crush, reduced to be her minion. Good enough to run her errands, shop groceries, clean her flat or holding her towel. But never enough to date her, be involved with her romantically.

She uses the word bitch, or more recently 'cuck bitch' - I hate those words. It ridicules my efforts towards making her life more perfect. But she insisted on it even when I tried to protest. Nowadays a nametag reading 'cuck bitch' is dangling on top of my chastity cage, to "make sure you understand your place".

That stupid chastity cage. She sweet-talked me into it, saying it would strengthen our bond. All it did was enabling her to become more mean and bossy with me. I dont even know how to open this damn thing, there is no lock and its so sturdy. She said it works with an app but I never seen her using it. I started losing my mind after about a month, but now after it has been nearly 4, I can't think straight anymore.

Yesterday I paid her boyfriends rent. They had me on my knees and mocked me while I hit the send button. I didn't care, Miss promised me to "really really super duper thinking about unlocking me" if I pay her boyfriend.

All they did was laugh about me that night as I eagerly waited for her to unlock me eventually. But she never did and just send me away. She never even mentioned it again. Maybe I should ask her, but I am afraid to annoy her. I mean, I think its okay to ask… I paid hundreds and hundreds of $ to her boyfriend, I can at least ask if…

"Bitch, water." "Yes Miss, right away Miss. Thank you Miss."

How she used to tease me

A girl I used to date knew how incredibly ticklish I was and would take advantage of it from time to time. I remember once she was sitting on my bed, reclined on my pillows as I practically laid on top of her between her legs looking into her eyes.

“Kiss me”, she ordered in the sexiest way imaginable…and being a good boy of course I did as I was told; until I felt her fingers under my shirt scribbling her long sexy nails gently all over my hips.

I lost it.

I was giggling and babbling like a baby for her to stop…all the while my excitement grew against her and my head practically fell into her breast as I tried to fight the tickles. But of course she was having a wonderful time toying with me and decided to make matters worse.

She switched back and fourth between a devious smile and the sexiest little pout and began teasing me about my ticklish predicament, all the while acting as though she was just innocently laying there waiting to be kissed. “See you don’t even want to kiss me…you’re just laughing…what’s wrong…why are you laughing so much…what’s so funny…why is it so hard?” It was the sweetest torture I’d ever received.

Eventually I fought through her beautiful tickling and giggled deeply into her soft lips as she kept tormenting my ticklish hips with those deadly little nails of hers. Occasionally she’d break the kiss to laugh at me…“what, why are you laughing? You’re so bad!” 😉

I wish it would never have ended!