Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

She’d simply shook her head and laughed softly when she’d read his message that night on Tumblr as they chatted.

“Just once I’d love to know what it’s like to be teased by a woman. I mean, really teased…. you know, to the point where I can’t take it for another minute?”

How adorable……….

Not wanting to frighten him off she innocently played along, showing interest in his fantasy. “Hmm, that does sound kinda sexy. I bet that would be fun to try to do with a guy sometime.”

And with that, the hook was set.

For months they bantered back and forth, sharing fantasies… well, to be fair, it was mostly him. Expertly, with each passing week she drew a little more… and a little more… out of him.

His weaknesses. His fetishes. His vulnerabilities. Those hidden secrets of what drove him mad and made him ache with need. Information poured from him as if he’d longed for years to confess these secrets to someone. Someone who cared. Someone who was interested in them.

Perfect.

Eventually, she was ready. She had everything she needed. It was time to bring this man’s fantasy to life in a way that even his wildest imagination could not have possibly prepared him for.

The invitation was made, her offer sweet and simple. 48 hours in a hotel room. Her rules. All he needed to do was accept, agree to her terms and she promised to do her absolute best to bring his fantasy to life.

When he could barely return her message and agree quickly enough she smiled, sympathetically chuckling to herself, “Oh sweetheart, you poor thing…. you really have no idea…..”

As it turns out, there was one little aspect about herself she’d not yet shared with him. One obsessive kink of her own that she thought she’d keep to herself until he’d fallen in to her trap and was at her mercy. When it was too late for him to change his mind.

And that was…. that she was an insatiable, wicked, merciless cocktease.

Not the sort that simply made a man wait a little longer than normal before she’d let him cum. Not the sort that was content with hearing him beg for his orgasm. Not even the sort who would edge a man for hours before allowing him to explode in pleasure.

No, no… she was the sort who craved the sights and sounds of a man who was suffering exquisitely from an overload of sensual pleasure….. pleasure that was coupled with an unbearable amount of sexual frustration.

She would play a man’s body beautifully… masterfully…. ravishing helpless male flesh with sensual pleasures that made his mind reel and his body quiver.

But, her kink, her obsession… was to make his pleasure inescapable… to offer no release valve from it… to make it build far beyond the limits of what the male body was designed to withstand.

To watch him crumble and break from how impossibly aroused she’d made him… from how completely desperate he was for her.

Now, not quite four hours in to their adventure she had her Tumblr admirer’s wrists bound securely to the headboard, his senses reeling from the scent and heat of her dripping folds hovering above him. Already though, his pleas were becoming more desperate, his aching need for release more agonizing.

And, already she’d brought him near the edge of cumming more times than he’d ever experienced before in his life. Slowly but surely, she was reducing him to her own helpless, aching cum factory…. his balls becoming heavier, fuller, achier by the minute… his cock being being transformed into a mass of feverish, steely hardness that was utterly desperate for release.

But as his orgasm approached yet again her soft, skilled, cruel hand clamped down firmly around the base of his shaft, her own insurance policy of sorts…. just in case… to guarantee that the chance of even an accidental orgasm was hopeless. No, she was far too methodical… far too patient… far too skilled to risk a mistake like that.

She smiled when she heard a shaky male voice plead, “Ok, ok…. now…. please now…. y-you’ve done it.. I can’t… I can’t take any more…. please, please make me cum now??…..”

“Oh honey, don’t be silly,” she murmured. “I haven’t even started teasing you yet… I’m still just getting you warmed up sweetie. We’ve not yet played for even four hours….. you’ve got forty-four more to go.”

His anguished whimper provoked a purr of pure female lust from her. Her fingertips gently cradled his balls as if weighing them.

“We’ve barely started with these baby,” she said calmly, almost sweetly. “Wait til you feel how much fuller I can get them… how much heavier I can make them…. has a girl ever made them so full for you that it feels like you can feel the ache in every…. inch… of your body?”

At the first faint sound of his next plea she laughed softly, lowering her thighs just enough to silence him with the softness of her pussy that was ready to enjoy yet another orgasm.

“Shhhh, no talking sweetie…. just licking….”

She purred throatily at the feel of his tongue going back to work, her hand resuming coaxing him gently back toward the edge, just close enough where her firm grip would guarantee his denial once more…. forcing yet even more freshly made cum to recede helplessly back down in to his balls, making them just a bit fuller.

With lust written all over her face she purred, “Just relax baby, I’ll know when you can’t take any more…. I’ll be able to tell when we’ve got your balls so full you can’t even think, let alone beg….”

A wicked grin crossed her face as she softly added, “….. and that, is when your warm-up will come to an end baby…. and that is when I can start to give your poor, helpless cock the teasing that you’ve always fantasized about…..”

Why I have hatred for “male subs”.

Men are generally a disappointment, men who consider themselves “submissives” included.

A combination of observational and firsthand experience has made me develop a strong dislike of “male subs.”

They reveal themselves to be as entitled, shallow, superficial, and sexist as any average man.

“Male subs” badger women online, insisting on being “dominated” in accordance to their specific “female domination” fantasies, wanting to direct scenes/play that is not supposed to be about them.

If you don’t play the part of “dominant woman” that they want (there are different kinds of “dominant woman” tropes/types different subs focus their fantasies on), and don’t give into their specific fetishes and kinks, their guise of groveling submission drops and they aggressively lash out.

“Male subs” can go from calling you a “Goddess” and insisting on “worshiping” you to rudely calling you a fat, ugly, cow because you don’t want to conform to their expectations.

Like how men go from being complimentary to angry when they holler at women on the street and women ignore them, so too do many “male subs” react – switching from beggingly submissive to verbally abusive (or disengaged) – when women don’t play out their femdom fantasies.

It’s so typical of men to get angry when women don’t give them what they want.

For the vast majority of these “male subs”, about 99%, their interest in femdom is extremely superficial and entirely sexual. There is no genuine political consciousness involved in their claims to want to “worship” and “respect” women, or “submit” themselves to women.

My realizing how apolitical male interest in femdom typically is, and how these men exhibit the same sort of sexual entitlement common in the general male populace, disillusioned and embittered me. Years ago, I had the naïve initial expectation that femdom would be an “empowering” experience. This expectation was eventually shattered by the reality that the “male subs” I was interacting with were as piggish and degrading as any other man, just in a seemingly alternate form.

It seems clear and obvious to me now, but back then my naïve (now laughable) expectations gave me hope that perhaps femdom men would have a heightened or enlightened “pro-feminist” consciousness, but the truth of the matter is – an obvious truth to me now after my experiences, is that what gets a person off doesn’t necessarily correlate with their official political-ideological beliefs. I spoke with a femdom male sub, for example, who bluntly admitted to being anti-feminist. In fact, the attitudes and behaviors of many “male subs” can be described as “anti-feminist.”

I’ve stumbled across male sub blogs featuring foot fetish photos of female minors (disgusting and pedophilic). “Male subs” whose obsession with fragmented “worship” of specific female body parts is more creepy than endearing and is not indicative of any “respect” for women but rather the sexual objectification of them. “Male subs” who, some might say ironically, exhibit an acute understanding of real female oppression in their supposedly ‘apolitical’ sissified and feminized embracing of the fashions, styles, and behaviors actual patriarchy grooms women and girls for.

Being harassed by these horny, loose, slobs, – pestering me to “dominate” them, and directing me on how to “dominate” them, revealed a common trend amongst male subs of “topping from the bottom.” They claim the submissive position but their male socialization, which turns them into entitled snobs who insist and badger women to fulfill their sexual ideals and fantasies, always shows itself.

Industry femdom porn is no better*. The majority of porn consumers are male, femdom porn is produced, directed, and casted for primarily a male audience. Femdom porn pages are designed to entice an assumed male viewer, the casting for femdom porn suits the heterosexual and bisexual male gaze very well: the female porn performers paid to act as “dommes” are typically conventionally attractive, slim, leggy, busty, youthful looking or young adult, feminine women in tight form-fitting latex, leather, corsets, lingerie, tights, and high heels while nearly all the male subs are average looking, overweight, aged, and/or ugly. This is so that the male viewer can perceive the male sub(s) in these femdom porn scenes as a self-insert for himself.

So many of these “male subs” want to “worship” a gorgeous gender-conforming (i.e.: feminine) Goddess™ but don’t even want to maintain their appearance and have only feigned, conditional, humility. “Femdom” really is an act for them and just another easy way to get off.  

After a few years exploring and experimenting with the femdom fetish subculture, I have come away with strong contempt for “male subs” and I am by default skeptical and hostile towards them.

Unless you have a sincere political interest in Female Supremacy (FS) and aren’t just some salivating horndog, don’t contact me. I have blocked dozens of male sub porn bloggers already and will continue to do so whenever they follow this blog. If you’re interested in interacting with me online, create a political FS blog with no sexually graphic pornography on it, and if you contact me only do so with patience, civility, and decency without demanding anything of me.

(the porn industry in general is massively corrupt with high rates of sex trafficking, and substance abuse, as well as is inherently filmed prostitution and rape in most cases).*

"Puppy boy, this"... "puppy boy, that"

Totally valid, and very adorable... But what about the slightly cranky, solitary and often, incredibly smart black cat boys?!

Coaxing them out of their moody little shell until they're practically nuzzling against your palm for attention...

D.O.A (Dominated on Arrival) Part 1

Getting Lord Albion under my control was as easy as pie. His Lordship was typical of his ilk. A posh idiot who never worked a day in his life and inherited a large estate, assets and a trust fund. Predictably he had burned through most of it and was now indebted……..thats where i came in.

Waiting for our appointment, I settled in his office, my long spike heeled boots very much on show along with the tight jeans and jacket I wore. My usual outfits were a little more…direct, but i needed to be more discreet today. The chinless oaf wandered in late, looking lasciviously at my boots. His Lordship was very much into his BDSM, indeed, he was a regular fixture at my employer’s establishment. Sadly, his depraved tastes were more expensive than he realised and running up debts with a Dominatrix was never wise.

When I told him what I was here for, he scoffed and tried to bluff his way out of it. I produced the loaded pistol and cocked the chamber for emphasis, his expression turned to one of ashen faced concern. There was always an easy way and a hard way of doing things and when I threw him the cuffs, he knew what way I was going.

He stripped at my command as I took out the leather sleep sack and told him to lay it on the floor, then ordering him to step into it. He whined a little as he did and started to cuff his ankles and then lay down in the sack as directed by my gun.

It wasn’t long before his Lordship was all snug and I popped the leather hood over his head and buckled the gag tightly in his mouth. I had dragged him out of the office and propped him up in the concealed yard. My associate would be getting here soon but I wanted to be done quicker rather than later. The gagged pleas were pitiful as I slapped him hard across the face and ground my boot heel into his crotch. Despite this, the disgusting pig was fully erect and I knew that I had to address that before he was delivered….

As I sent another text through to my colleague, I heard footsteps heading toward the yard and the door swung open. Some young tart in riding breeches and long boots was standing there, her mouth open slackly as she saw the scene in front of her. She was holding a riding crop and tapped it in her hand as she marched up and demanded to know what was going on.

Her boots made her a little taller than me, and I guess she felt superior as she stood, trying to intimidate me. Her posh cunt accent was like nails down a blackboard as she haughtily asked me again. I calmly explained that the Lord of the Manor had run up a few debts. This was also private business and if she wished to remain unhurt, she was recommended to fuck off. But the problem is that most of these posh totty types are thick as actual pig shite. My reasonable request had clearly gone over her head and she threatened to call for help. I shrugged and let her have an open slap to the side of the head….she stumbled sideways and tottered a little in her boots. I didn’t wait for a second invitation and unleashed another smack, this time with the fist slightly closed. She reeled again and fell against the wall. I was concerned about the time this was taking and my gimp prisoner started to kick up a fuss.

I grabbed the silly bitch and my arm snaked around her throat…..I spun her around toward Lord Albion and warned him to keep quiet, or I’d snap her neck in two. I clamped my hand over her mouth and dragged her into the office. I had to take care of her now as well.

The rope work wasn’t my finest, but I had her tied up and secure, her long legs frantically trying to loosen the bonds. A silk scarf was knotted between her lips and she feebly struggled. I had to admit, once I didn’t have to listen to her voice she was quite a nice piece. I slapped her tight ass and she whimpered as my hands trailed over her some more. The skintight beeches left little to the imagination and as I let my touch linger near her pussy, I wasn’t surprised to see she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Given her attire, I assumed she was used to playing games with his Lordship. Her dark hair and eyes were appealing as her red lips let out drool from the material gagging her. I checked my phone and the van was here. I guess we would need to take this little bitch too, but I was ok with that….the ride would be long enough for us all to get acquainted.

TBC

Probably thought me inviting a friend over would go differently for you. Always wanted to see what this pegging stuff was about. Maybe I'll give it a try next!

So I’m really into this look?