Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Oh my word, I love everything about this.

Him, hooded, collared, tied, gagged - only the holes under the nostrils making the difference between being vulnerable and suffocating. He can hear his own heartbeat, the blood rushing through his veins, his scarce bodily hair standing on top, his skin, damp from sweat, registering every movement of air.

He is exposed, so exposed, so vulnerable.

He stirs under my gentle touches, under my fingertips brushing up and down his thighs, sometimes “accidentally” touching his cum filled balls. That’s when his cock, my cock, twitches manic in its cage.

I will claim him as my bitch, my slut, my whore, fuck his tight arse with my strap on. He knows this, because we both crave the same thing - my conquering of his body as much as his mind. My fucking and stretching of his boy pussy, with my fingers, my hand, my girl cock. But not yet. Later. When he thinks I’m done with him, when he believes I have forgotten about it. Later.

First, his nipples. His beautiful pink joy buds. I circle them with my fingers for a while, pinching lightly before adding little bites. I can tell from his muffled moans and his leaking cock how much he likes this. But it’s not enough, today I want to overload his senses. It’s time for the clamps, and to be honest with you, I almost feel physical pain myself when their little teeth bite into his sensitive skin. He will take the pain. For me. And maybe because he’s a little pain slut. It does not matter, because I decide when, where and how. My rules.

As the clamps dig into his flesh and he realises what’s happening to him, his body convulses. I give him a few seconds to adjust, slowly caressing his face over the hood while blowing cool breath on his nips.

“Are you ok my love?” I ask, my lips almost touching the leather of his hood. He can hear me and nods. “Talk to me my boy” … “Yff, yff m k” - I have learnt to understand what he says into his gag. I caress his hood again, kissing it on the forehead, both cheeks, over the gag. We love this intimacy.

My lips close around his nose and immediately his body tenses. So vulnerable. Then he realises I’m breathing for both of us and starts inhaling my breath. He is now literally clinging onto me for sheer life. So much responsibility. So much trust. So much intimacy. I got you, babe, don’t worry.

As he calms and eases into my rhythm, my hands find the clamps and start toying with them - more distraction, more sensual overload for him. He sucks the air out of me, breathing heavily as I slowly start pulling the nipple chain.

More cage twitching, more leaking. I smile, happy and proud, and release my lips from around his nose. I grant him a few seconds of fresh air supply.

“You are a good boy, aren’t you?” He nods “yff, yrs” (“yes, yours” - sweet, huh?) “And do you like being at my mercy like that?” Vigorous nod “yff, yff I d..” More caressing of his face through the leather hood, more slight pulling of the nipple chain. Instant reaction in the cage, rivers of delicious cock tears oozing out of the metal bars restraining his erection. “I will show you what truly being at my mercy feels like …”

And with that I place the palm of my hand under his chin, pushing his lower jaw upwards, harder into the gag inside the hood, while my fingers close around the nostrils and block all of his oxygen supply off.

I can see his internal fight to remain calm. He has literally no way out of this if I don’t let him.

At my mercy - he now understands the full impact of these three words.

“Ssshhh, calm” I reassure him. “You’re mine and you’re safe!”

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The Jerk - Part 1

A planned wank to some femdom porn was all you wanted. The long day at work needed some relief, and as you settled down to load up your favourite leather clad bitches on the laptop, you took your cock out of your boxers and started to jerk off. You paid no attention to the sound outside as you were too busy listening to the creaking outfit of a vicious leather vixen, chastising you for being a weak little pervert.

The feeling was too good and you knew that it wouldn’t be long before you shot your load into your balled up sport sock….it was going in the laundry anyway and you couldn’t wait. The visual of the boots rubbing against the gloves of your porn star mistress started you off. The explosion of pleasure was tremendous as you jerked off into the sock….getting every smidge of orgasm out. You sat back and closed you eyes….breathing heavily as the hardness started to fade.

The feeling of cold steel against your throat made you instantly aware. And there she was….the black leather suit, the facemask and the cruel eyes glaring at you. She hissed a warning for you to keep quiet…..or else your cock gets cut off. You nodded and instinctively put your hands up. Her tight ponytail swished as she grabbed her bag of delights. The duct tape and zip ties fell on the bed, with the added peril of a pistol now in her hand. She stepped back slowly, the gun trained at your crotch. She ordered you to gag yourself….but as you went to rip the tape off the roll, she shook her head and pointed to the cum filled sock. You told her to fuck herself…..an act not recommended as the gun was pointing at you and she clicked the chamber. It was loaded and she wasn’t playing.

You stuffed the sock in your mouth, the cum still warm as you retched. She told you to wrap the tape tightly around your mouth again and again. You felt as if your head was going to explode from the pressure of the vice like gag….she indicated for you to stop and then ordered you to zip tie your ankles together….again, the gun was waved in front of you for emphasis. You clicked on the binding and she pushed you face down on the bed and bound your wrists. She got on top of you and took more tape….this time to reinforce the wrist tie and she pulled your hair spitefully.

Her gloved hand started to run up your body and stopped near your ass. You grunted and struggled as she ripped your boxers away and probed your hole….then reaching around to tug your balls. She dismounted and hauled you onto your back. Her fingers still probing your ass and the other hand gripping your cock. She looked over to the laptop and evidence of your entertainment was still on display. Her taunting was seductive and despite the situation, you could feel yourself shamefully getting hard.

She played the clip again and decided to reenact the video….grinding her leather clad body against you. Her high heels digging into your flesh. The jerking and rough anal play was doing things to you, making you feel desperate and used. Her eyes were burning a hole into you, her breathing harder and quicker as she abused you. As you thrust against her hands, you could feel yourself about to cum again and she let you orgasm. The gag just about kept your roars to a minimum as she wanked the Holy Spirit from you. Her gloves soaked in your filthy jizz. She took your tattered underwear and wiped her gloves clean….taking care to smear the rest over your tape gagged face.

It was just the start of her plans for you. She took the knife and cut your ankles free, and you were dragged to your feet. She explained that she didn’t intend to take anymore than she needed, but you would be a tempting toy to play with. She draped a dressing gown over you and grabbed your car keys. It was time to take the party elsewhere.

To be continued……