Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

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What do dominants get out of chastity?

This has been asked so many times I’ll just put it out there once again. The below are my personal thoughts about chastity using a device:

When I put a man in chastity, during the situation / scene I get off on the fact he can’t get an erection. His body will try hard but it’s physically not possible. That’s very similar to other predicament bondage - like a body fighting the ropes, his cock will fight the bars of the cage.

He will be so turnt on, at the same time so frustrated. I get off on the sweet frustration, I’m weird like that. I like teasing, showing and telling him what he could have if it weren’t for the fact that he’s caged. I love licking and kissing his flesh through the metal bars. 
Outside of the situation, I simply find it extremely flattering that he is wearing a cage for me. It is something that to a degree is a limiting factor in his normal life, but he copes with it, for me, because he likes to please me more than he likes the easy life without cage. 
I like that the cage is an almost constant reminder of me, it cradles his cock like a grip of my hand, and the fact that being chaste and not cumming over a period of time means I’m on his mind almost constantly.

Most of all I love the fact that a man willingly gives up what most think defines him as a man - his cock. He gives up the ability to erect, to masturbate, to fuck, to cum, because I’m more important to him than his carnal desire.

And in exchange I make sure that the quantity of orgasms he’s giving up is outweighed by the quality of the orgasms I grant him.

Mistress in latex.

Cum on my face!!!! Ohhhh are you not able to? Hahaha 🤣😇😈

This caption was inspired by @sissybabysparkles-blog. Great idea!

It was supposed to be a regular night. You being tucked in bed by your babysitter at 7:30. You know, the usual.

But here you were, being changed by someone you’ve never even met in the middle of a party. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Your babysitter decided to take advantage of the open house. What choice did you have but to go along with it? Nobody ever listened to you. Nobody cared what you had to say. The only thing that mattered was the state of your diaper.

Her friends could not get enough of you. They’d never met a diaper boy in real life. They couldn’t believe someone your age actually lived life without any trace of adulthood. Spending all his time in diapers. No chance at any sexual freedom.

You’d think they’d want to spend their night drinking and partying. And they did, of course. But you were the center of attention. Your diaper was checked way more than necessary. You got more diaper pats than ever before.

You were paraded around in so many outfits before they settled on what they called the “Tommy Pickles” look. They watched too much Rugrats growing up apparently.

It was hard enough to have your babysitter around. She was beautiful and loved teasing you, especially during diaper changes. You always went to bed filled with insatiable arousal.

But this—this was worse. You were surrounded by beautiful girls. Being touched, teased, and titillated. You’d never felt more infantilized. And you live an infantile life.

Then it happened. Your babysitter finally decided it was time to change your diaper, much to the girls’ delight. Her friend begged her to “change the diaper boy!”

So here you were. Mid diaper change surrounded by a group of beautiful girls laughing at you. Laughing at your “little guy” hidden under your diaper. Up way past your bedtime.

This was not how the night was supposed to go.

@myheartinherhands