Hunted

I sat in the limousine, my hands locked behind my back in handcuffs, not exactly the way I'd pictured riding in such a luxurious vehicle, as the woman who captured me made a call on her cellular phone.

"Hi Sydney," she said. "It's Jill. I've got him. He's all locked in handcuffs and I tied his feet once I got him in the car. We're on the way to you now so you can get the bounty. See you in a few hours."

She hung up as I glared at her. She smiled.

"Don't look at me like that," she said. "I'm not the one who had a fugitive warrant for my capture. It's not my fault I captured you, Mr. Griffiths. It's you who couldn't get away from me."

I blushed, shameful, enraged at myself. She'd approached me at an art exhibit, a very public event, and announced she knew who I was and that she worked for a bounty hunter who'd been contracted to capture me and bring me to face the warrant several states over. I'd asked her to take me somewhere private to handcuff me, but she'd refused and taken me into her custody right there, in front of dozens of people. Dozens more witnessed her walking me through the large art museum and out to this limo, and she'd sat me down, belted me into place, and tied my feet before calling in that she'd caught me.

"I really thought you were going to try to run," she said with a smile. "But I guess getting chased and caught was more embarrassing than surrendering to me to get arrested. Tough call, but I'm sure glad you didn't make me run. For that, I won't gag you for the drive."

She laughed at my dour expression, and patted my cheek mockingly.

"Cheer up," she said. "It could have been worse. Now you get to stare at me for the next few hours while I take you to my boss, and then to jail."

Slave task #1

Today we will start off slow, this will be a short task which hopefully most can achieve.

As it is nearly the beginning of March, it seems fitting that the sissies, slaves and whores of tumblr should celebrate the coming of spring! Here is what you’ll need:

1 Ice cube. 1 bottle of icy hot / deepheat / tiger balm 1 flower (optional)

Task:

Take the ice cube, as a symbolic farewell to winter, you’ll be embracing the cold one last time! I’ll give you three guesses as to where this is going.. 1.. 2… 3… that’s right! Push that ice cube up your ass. Be sure to feel how sensitive your sissy little ass hole feels having the ice slide across the skin and up inside you. Don’t worry if you can’t take the whole thing, find another and let them both melt slightly, then push them both up one at a time.

Hold the water in.

Now, as a welcome to the warmer weather that is soon to come, you’ll be taking the icy hot (or substitute) and rubbing a portion at least the size of your thumbnail, on your pathetic excuse for a cock. Start at the balls, then move up the shaft, making sure the head gets enough attention. If you don’t feel anything yet, don’t worry, it will come. Kneel down, preferably in front of a mirror, and set a timer on your phone/laptop/tablet. You’ll be kneeling like this for 15 minutes. If you have the flower, place this between your teeth, to add to the ridiculousness of your situation. If you’re going to be a useless object, you might as well be aesthetically pleasing. Hold the water into your ass, don’t you dare let it drip out. Now you should start feeling the heat on your genitals. Don’t touch it, embrace it. Feel the cold that you’re leaving behind (pun intended) and embrace the heat! Make sure to make eye contact with yourself in the mirror, accept yourself for what you are.

Respond to this post with your experience, or submit pictures/experiences at kitten-domme.tumblr.com/submit I want to hear how it went, how you felt and if you want more tasks.

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dangerousangleofadream

2 years ago

Boys will see a girl with biceps and back muscles and be like… hii daddy *twirls hair*

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dangerousangleofadream

8 months ago