Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

The scene on the train wasn’t anything unusual. Just a few sisters heading back from a busy day in the city. The leather clad Aunts sitting benignly on one side of the quiet carriage and the more conservatively dressed cousins on the other.

Your new disguise wasn’t getting a second glimpse was it? Who knew that under the full hijab and burka, was a helpless, kidnapped man. Still weak from the sedatives, mouth stuffed with your captors panties and taped tightly shut. Your eyes are the only thing visible as they stare groggily from behind the material. Underneath your dress, a steel chastity cage keeps you locked up and your wrists are discretely cuffed out of sight.

Either side of you sat the cousins…..all dressed like you. But the threat of punishment loomed all the while as the sharp blade was held close to your side. A faint grunt is rewarded with the point of the weapon prodding your kidneys.

Western men sometimes feel as if they can walk anywhere in a foreign country….and you will be taken to the Muslimah house of corrections. The purpose of your abduction has not been revealed, neither has your fate.

But I wouldn’t worry about such matters now. Enjoy the uncomfortable train journey in your lovely, sweltering attire.

Yeah, she’s not going anywhere but hell 🔥

This is a uniquely terrifying position to be in

When I took the job as her personal assistant, I knew she had a reputation as being difficult to work for.

She had told me herself that there would be long hours and that she expected a high level of attention.

And slowly, things started to change. While she was constantly demanding, constantly pushing, there was the occasional bit of praise.

Oddly, instead of being upset, I found myself hunting for those bits. Pushing myself more and more to please her. Until I found myself needing to.

And that was how she slowly worked her way into my mind.

She has made me so much more than her personal assistant, now. And so much less.

I work from home now.

Her home.

I am at her beck and call. The hours are long. Including nights. Including weekends. In fact, 24/7.

But I don't mind. She does the thinking for me, now. I no longer need to dress for work. In fact, I no longer need to dress at all.

And the rewards are endless.

On my knees.

At her feet.

Spiraling into the Void...

Goddess Bella's pathetic foot Slave