Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

What's the longest relationship you've ever had with a boy *without* locking him up forever?

Not long enough! I think longest-lasting boy was three boyfriends ago. He lasted about three months before curiosity got the best of him. He was a pretty big talker and loved to make fun of the boys I keep locked. Motorcycle dude. You know the type. The more he learned about what I do to boys, the more hilarious he thought it all was. In fact he got in trouble several times in the court of Agni because he kept mocking the guys who came to see me for their unlocking.

We were messing around after dinner one evening; he was naked and trying to get me off the computer and into bed. While he waited, annoyed, he absentmindedly fiddled with the cage that I keep on display. He was pretty familiar with it because he loved to twirl it on one finger and grin like a wolf any time a locked boy was present.

Him: “I don’t think I’d even fit in one of these things.”

Me: “You would.” I was only half aware of him, busy with my work.

Him: “How do you know?”

Me: “I’ve personally put that thing on hundreds of dicks. I know exactly what size of dick it fits.”

Him: “Are you saying I have a small dick?”

Me: “I’m saying you’re a big dick and that you have an average sized penis.”

Him “No way…”

He put it next to his flaccid penis, sizing it up.

Him: “See. I’m too long.”

Me: “By a quarter inch. That’s just the right size.”

Him: “It’s not wide enough.”

Me: “It is.” I went back to my emails.

I didn’t notice what he did next. After several minutes he sort of huffed.

Him: “Huh. I guess it does fit.”

My attention was suddenly yanked from the computer.

Me: “You didn’t!”

Him: “What? I just wanted to see if it would fit. I didn’t lock it.”

Me: “Jeff! It doesn’t matter! You put that on your dick! It already changed you. Your brain is being rewired so fast right now and you’re just sitting there. Take it off! Now!”

Him: “Ha ha! Whatever! I’m not like one of your idiot circus freaks. I’m just messing around. Sheesh.”

Me: “Then why haven’t you taken it off?”

Him: “Because it bugs you that I’m wearing it. It doesn’t hurt and it’s not hurting anything.”

Me: “Of course it doesn’t hurt. It feels fantastic, doesn’t it? It feels like nice cool grip on your cock.” I slid from my computer chair to sit next to him on the love seat. I ran my hand up his leg toward the cage. “Jeff, if you don’t take this off now I can’t be held responsible for what it’s going to do to you.”

I remember his face in that moment very clearly. It was the face of pleasure drunkenness. He was trying to macho if off but the dumb little smile and dilated pupils told me what I was afraid of. It was too late for Jeff. He snorted at my assertion but still didn’t take the cage off.

Me: “And if you think that feels good, you have no idea. You haven’t really experienced it until you feel the cool metal ring slide behind your balls. There’s nothing like it. With the whole thing on it feels so snug and so perfect.”

He turned the ring over and over in his hands, considering my words.

Him: “No, I know what you’re doing. No thanks. I’m bored. Can we have sex now?”

Me: “Sure! Just take it off, Jeff.”

Him: “You take it off.”

Me: “Jeff, I know you want to feel the ring. You’re going to start getting hard any second and it’ll be too late. Now or never, Jeff.”

Him:  “Fine! But then we have sex.”

Me: “Sure.”

He slid it around the base of his cock and I helped him close it up without pinching him. I put the lock in the hasp but didn’t lock it.

Him: “It actually does feel pretty good.” He adjusted the cage and hefted it. He played with it a little, jiggling it and bouncing it to get a feel for it. “Kind of like a really deluxe cup or something…but better.” He stood up to walk around in it. He hopped a bit and jogged in place. I remember giggling at naked Jeff jogging in my living room. “It’s sort of heavy but it’s amazing how it hugs the body. I thought it would fall off but it’s just, bam! Just right there.”

Me: “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Him: “Actually, yeah. Feels great.”

Me: “You don’t want to take if off, do you?”

Him:  “I could wear it for a while if I had to.”

Me: “Could you? I don’t know, Jeff. You aren’t exactly the patient type.”

Him: “I’m patient! I put up with you, don’t I? I could wear this for a long damn time.”

Me: “You couldn’t last two days in that thing. You’re not as strong as the weakest of my boys.”

Him: “Not strong?! Care to make a bet?”

Me: “Sure! Two days. No asking for release. If you make it I owe you twenty bucks and a blowjob. If not, then you wear if for a weak.”

Him: “You’re on!”

I motioned to the lock and he snapped it shut. I could see the little latch in his brain flip at the same instant, as if that was what made the “snap” sound. He got that drunk-looking vacant expression as he tugged at the cage, that face that I love so much, the expression of a man who is slowly coming to grips with the fact that he no longer has access to his favorite member, the realization of true loss of control.

Me: “Ok, now on to the sex that I promised. And since your cock is occupied with his new metal girlfriend I guess you’ll just be going down on me this time.”

You already know what happened to Jeff, don’t you good reader? He didn’t last two days. He lasted about 18 hours before he begged me to take it off so he could “nut”. I don’t think he even realized he was losing the bet when he did. It didn’t help that I wore yoga pants and a low-cut, tight-fitting top around the house the whole weekend and kept bending over in front of him with every opportunity. Woops!

Jeff and I stayed together for another month but his love affair with chastity grew out of control faster than he expected. By the time I finally let him down easy, he didn’t really even care that I was breaking up with him. All he seemed to care about what that I continued to be his keyholder to help him through, to support him in his transition to extended chastity. I was glad to do it and to add his key to my collection–just another locked boy.

PS: I’ve been seeing a new man lately. We’re taking it very slow. So far he’s lasted a couple months without succumbing to the lock. Root for him, guys!

PPS: Hey Jeffy! You say you don’t have a tumblr account but I know you perv me on here all the time. I hope your new metal girlfriend is treating you well! I do miss your cock on occasion but not nearly as much as you do.💋

View from the cage

That feeling when he's fucking you but starting to flag, so you mumble something about his cock wanting to be locked up again. ...and suddenly he's ROCK solid again. What a fucking chastity slut!

Surprised he didn’t break the equipment!

Wasn't your initial idea to post MOSTLY f/m content to restore the imbalance between f/m and ..../f content? Now you seem like not following that idea at all...:(

Hi!

This caught me off guard but I’m going to try my best to answer this and hopefully not come off rude.

1. I apologize if you feel slighted by the lack of F/M content. I also am confused where you heard that because that was never my goal. I didn’t have any goals. Unless I forgot, I didn’t create any goals. I just liked posting. People started requesting things and I never stopped answering them. I never opened a request ask. I figured answering a couple was no big deal and now I get a lot of requests and messages, some nice, some that are out there, some with men flirting with me when I have said many times I am not into it. Etc. if I have any goal, it’s what’s in my bio. Meet cool people especially in nyc and hopefully get to play.

2. Restore the imbalance makes me sound like Thanos and that’s kind of funny.

3. I believe that is not true. The page might get flooded with requests but sometimes that comes in waves. It’s /f requests, or /m requests, sometimes I can do both when it’s blank but I can’t always do both. Another thing I’ve said a few times is: I don’t have the equivalent for genders for each request. It’s either not out there or very hard to find.

I don’t know if anyone ever noticed but I have a schedule outside of request that goes

Monday - /m tickling clip (Ticklish Male Monday)

Tuesday - Mainstream clip (alternates between /f and /m weekly. This is a little hard because sometimes both area are lacking)

Wednesday - Free Space (sometimes a mainstream picture)

Thursday - /f clip

Friday - Tickle Art Friday (alternates between /f and /m and is really difficult a lot of the time)

So that means I post a new to newish male clip every week. And the past few have all been f/m. My M/M ones get flagged harder for some reason and they’re also not great.

I have life outside of tickling but when I do check the sites or do searches, I do a lot of searches for new f/m clips and a lot of them are the same. A dom and a nude guy and he gets pleasured at the end. I can’t post that. If the laugh is really good, then I will do my best to crop around it but most of the time in my opinion, they’re not good. I could start posting the ones I think are fake or duds because it is subjective.

For m/m clips, I have to get lucky because they’re nude 99% of the time or in a position I can’t post or they’re all from MyFriendsFeet and I don’t love just taking this person’s clips especially if they are still active.

Also, the reality is there just isn’t enough of the content that I can post here. I am lucky to have some content but I can’t make it up if it’s not there and I do my best to not take from sites that are still active or clips that are pretty recent.

I’m sorry this was so long and I hope this clears things up for you any anyone else who may be upset with the blog for some reason.

I like to end with a video but my friend here does a lot of f/m so check her out if you are able to

When you saw her text notification, you paused on cleaning their apartment to see what she needed.

Seeing her eating had you squirming in your cage.

"Thank you. Thank you Goddess." You texted back.

When she had first mentioned the trip to Paris, you had thought she intended for you to come. Maybe you could carry their bags through Paris and drive them around. But after paying for their flight tickets and their hotel, your bank was cleared out.

So, while they enjoyed traveling through the city of love, you stayed in their apartment making sure their dog got fed and the place remained clean. They made it clear though, that even with them gone, you had to sleep on the couch.

"Weclome loser."

The picture was the first message she had sent since they arrived in Paris a week ago. Seeing her so happy and beautyful made you feel elated.

"Stop looking at the pic, n get back to work.

"Yes, Goddess." You said.

Slipping your phone into your apron pocket, you went back to scrubbing their bathroom floor.