Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

There is something Soo hot about a shock collar

How small is she expecting I wonder?

always keep your victims in agony <3

While everyone can imagine being pushed around by an Amazonian woman, strong and powerful, there's something special about a petite girl with a sweet smile just wrapping me around her finger.

Do you have anyone you play with that fits that description? That'll torment you until you're worried you might go mad, all the while that cute smile never leaves her face.

That's how I imagine you. 😍 I'm having a wonderful torture time leaking for you!!

I’m glad you see me that way because I certainly love to be a kind, sweet, and caring domme 😊

Umm I don’t think I have anyone like that for me though. J is the Amazonian woman you described, A is more similar to a strict domme and I guess B is the closest but she’s 90% submissive lol

Talking trash

I kept my hands on my head and my face to the wall as she'd instructed until I heard the door of my cell slam shut and lock. I turned toward the door to see the beautiful female police officer who had arrested me staring back at me, her hands on the bars of my cell, taking in the sight of me behind those bars.

"I can't tell you how much I've wanted to see you helpless and locked in a cell," she told me. "The fact I've chased you twice on foot and you got away both times made clicking those handcuffs around your wrists feel so much better today, and now, seeing you locked up like the criminal you are, thinking no woman could ever capture you, I am enormously satisfied. This is the most wonderful capture and arrest of my career."

She paused. "That being said, now that you ARE locked up and tucked away so comfortably in your new home, I no longer have to give you much thought. Thanks for the adventure, and enjoy jail, loser. I know you can't afford bond, so you get to stay here and think about being captured by me, and how you've lost your freedom, possibly forever."

You hated the nights she came home drunk. Especially when her friends were with her. It always ended up like this.

You laying on the floor with a disgustingly full diaper, helplessly waiting for her to change you. But all they want to do is dance—and laugh at you, of course. Your diapers are always so much more hilarious to them when they're drunk.

They'll get around to changing you, eventually. The change will be done as sloppily as you'd expect from two drunk girls. You'll undoubtedly wake up shivering in a cold puddle after your diaper leaks. But you'll just have to lay in it until she wakes up, which won't be anytime soon. Not with the hangover she's going to deal with.

That's just the life of a Diaper Boy.