Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

tying a boy up is fun but i get butterflies in my stomach when a boy is so good that it’s not necessary. when he’s a shaking, moaning mess but does not try to reach for his cock because he knows it’s not his to do. when it gets too intense and his hand instinctively moves down but he stops himself and lets it drop back on the sheets with a soft whine. when i take his wrists and pin them up above his head, or next to his shoulders, or put his hands on my hips and there’s 0 resistance because he’s so surrendered that all he can do is glance up at me with admiration and blush

Enchantress, covered in dark magic, eyes blank, teeth sharpened, floors and walls wavering around her, in a voice that sounds like a million echoes in the emptiest vast chamber: Whoever you are who thinks it wise to intrude into my lair, you should know who you face. I am that which causes all things holy to bleed and bends the strongest minds to my will. Only God himself remains steadfast in my wake, for I am the almighty en-

Enchantress, normal: Oh, it’s just you. What’s up?

Hero: Holy fuck, I forgot how terrifying you are when you want to be…

"You said you were hungry? Your meal is on the soles of my boots. Eat up!"

I’ve always had this fantasy of taking a strong muscled business man, (usually the boss) and punishing him by taking his belt, bending him over his work and work desk, pants and undies around his knees, and absolutely going to town on his ass. Making squirm and whine and cry like a baby at that desk where the big man does all his important things and makes all his important decisions. Where I dominated, beat, and took control of the man who controls everything. Then making the big man stand in the corner with his hands on his head and the belt in his mouth for as long as I deem fit.