Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Slaps and Kisses

This is one of the rituals that we perform in private to ensure our relationship remains unequal. Sure, slapping a submissive across the face is nothing new, but with us, there is a deeper meaning to it.

I don’t need to slap him hard, as it’s not the physical pain that counts, rather it’s the feeling of power and control I get when slapping his face, and the humility it forces upon him. A gentle backhand with only the flick of my wrist is sufficient. If I am wearing my leather gloves, I will remove one and lightly slap him with it.

When I slap him, I am conveying the message “I own you and can do whatever I damn well please to you”, and for a few months, I actually said the words out loud to him each time to drive that meaning into him with repetition. Now when I slap him, I don’t say it anymore, but in his mind, he hears the message loud and clear.

After slapping him, I hold my hand out to him. His part of the ritual is to feel the humiliation from the slap, and submit. To show his submission, he kisses the hand that slapped him conveying the message “ Yes Ma'am, you own me and I surrender to your control”. When I said my part out loud, he answered me out loud.

When I first created this ritual, I would slap him at random a few times a day just to remind both of us our roles and places in this relationship. It worked great and have expanded on it since.

When we first started, he would take my hand in his while kissing it, but now I have him clasp his wrists behind his back and hold them there instead as it’s a much more submissive and vulnerable pose. He must maintain eye contact with me while kissing the hand that beats him.

Every so often, I may feel that I don’t see enough submission in his eyes and slap him again. If I slap him a second time, he has to get down and kiss my bare feet, or lick the patent leather ballet slippers I tend to wear around the house, as they are comfortable and perfect for licking.

I now use it to control his speech as well. If he says something I find offensive, or is just boring me with what he is saying, a quick backhand across the face shuts him up immediately and he kisses my hand and remains silent until I allow him to speak again.

So, in summation, the ritual is quick, efficient, and gets the point across. I feel powerful as he experiences humility which helps to maintain the inequality we both feel is important in our female-led relationship.

Steps from freedom

I had made it - I was getting away!

The stewardesses on my flight seemed to have been suspicious that I’d stolen the data from the phones of the people sitting around me on board the plane, but very few people had seen the little device I used to do so, which meant they couldn’t prove anything.

Now I had account numbers, personal information, and a whole lot of it to sell. One of the stewardesses had told me she knew what I was up to and I should confess to her and be arrested, but I’d held firm. Once we landed, I disembarked, moved through the airport, and out to the parking garage, where my black SUV was parked. I made my way up the stairwell, and walked out to level 3, where my vehicle, and freedom, waited. 

I halted when I saw the blond woman, leaning confidently on the concrete pillar, looking at me with what I could only characterize as a knowing smirk.

“Out of my way, Miss,” I said, noting her beauty, but not seeing her as a threat at all, considering she was dressed like a teen.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you get to your vehicle, Mr. Cresswell,” she told me. “I’m an undercover agent with the Airport Police. You’re under arrest.”

I stood frozen, my jaw dropping. There was no way she was a cop.

“Oh yes,” she said, taking hold of me and placing me against the pillar where her elbow had rested. She pulled my hands behind my back and snapped me into handcuffs as I remained dazed, uncomprehending how I’d been caught, only steps from the freedom of my vehicle. 

“Tough break, I know,” she mocked as she searched me. “And it’s such a long walk in handcuffs back to the airport, and in front of so many people!”

I blushed deeply, knowing more humiliation was coming, and already captured, unable to avoid it. I was a loser, handcuffed by a woman, and about to be paraded for the world to see.

man I just want him 

I want to take care of him and place my hand on his cheek and have him melt into it. I want to kiss his cheeks and make him smile. I want to tell him how pretty his eyes are and make him blush. I want him to rest his head in my lap so I can comb my fingers through his hair and gently scratch at his scalp. 

He’s bigger than me but I want him to feel small and loved. I want to praise him and call him sweet names. I want to hold him and play with his hands. I want him to feel safe with me and trust me and love me.  

I’m selfish and I want I want I want 

Pretty girls don't date betas.

Pretty girls humilate betas.

Pretty girls date alphas.

Accept your place beta.