Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Being in the friendzone, I often found myself left behind and ignored at parties by my female best friend. Even if we always arrived together I would soon notice her engrossed in conversations with other people, a drink in her hand. I figured she was having a good time, so I continued mingling alone, trusting that we would reconnect soon. But it almost never happened. By the end of the party I would see her laughing, her arm intertwined with a stranger's. It was clear that she had forgotten about me entirely.

Sometimes she would come and tell me she`s leaving with someone else and that I can go home and not wait for her. But she could also just take off with other people. No messages. No calls.

N and p and L and barry - Day 2 (Part 2)

[Mistress asked me to say sorry for the delay. She has now completed her account and has left it to me to polish, illustrate and post it. There is one more post to come after this - p]

P cooked dinner for us all on the last night, "assisted" by barry, who p has since told me was keen, but clueless. We solved the "nude around food" problem by having them both wear aprons (I bought one for barry in town and let him have it as a gift).

In case you're interested, p made two lasagnes - a veggie one for me and him and meat for L and barry. p is not veggie, but doesn't eat meat around me (in fact, hardly at all these days).

Me and L were relaxing in my living room with a bottle of Pinot (as Ladies of Leisure should while the men get their grub ready), until I decided it would be fun to go in the kitchen and torment them while they worked!

"We've come to give you some encouragement, boys" I announced, wine in one hand and crop in the other. We took a slave each and gleefully gave him a crack across his bare backside - I think L saw the advantages of male nudity in the kitchen at that point. The boys jumped and nearly forgot to say "Thank you".

We didn't go mad and lay into them or anything like that; we just hovered about the kitchen, or sometimes sat at the table, giving them the occasional livener or casually creating some mess for them to clear up. barry did most of that as p was doing most of the chef work, so he did have his uses.

"Oh! Look, I've knocked the salt over!" said L.

"Oh! Look, somebody has dropped some lettuce on the floor!" said I.

Barry would scutter up to deal with it and L would smack his bum with her hand or I'd whack him with the crop; maybe I'd step on the lettuce so he had to beg me to move my foot so he could get to it. Classic tease! Lovely!

At one point, I went up to p (as he hadn't had much attention) picked up a piece of pasta in front of him and dropped it on the floor. He went down to pick it up for me, but I stopped him and rubbed my foot in it first.

"Eat that up", I ordered him and he promptly got down on his hands and knees and did so. I find that quite sexy, but I could only have done it with p as L gets all fussy about germs and wouldn't let me do it to barry.

We had a lovely meal. I decided to drop slave protocol for the duration of it so we could all eat together, though I continued to torment p throughout, eating from his plate when I felt like it and messing about with his food. I covered one bit with pepper and made him eat it. His eyes watered and he had a sneezing fit.

Meal over, the boys went back to full naked slave mode and knelt at our feet as we chatted on the sofa. I made p put his face down into the carpet and rested my heels on the top of his head while me and L chatted. My heels are bony and dug into the back of his head, while his nose got all squashed into the floor. Nice and uncomfortable.

barry was on all fours with his head bowed and L's feet resting on his back. That wasn't the most comfortable position after a meal either and L delighted in giving him regular kicks in the ribs and hitting him across the shoulders with her crop if he fidgeted.

When I thought L was tipsy enough to discuss it, I raised the subject of barry's proficiency at oral sex. L started talking very frankly about his shortcomings in that direction. I imagine it must have been pretty humiliating for him, but to his credit, he didn't try to intervene in his own defence, even when I started beating him too.

"You-must-do-better-for-L, barry", I told him, every word accompanied by a stroke of the crop; and as i leaned forward, I squashed p's face into the floor more too.

Recalling that p had told me that he and barry had discussed how he could improve his technique, I let p raise his head and told him to go through the advice he had given him. I won't bore you with the details, but it sounded good to me and I asked L if barry had shown any sign of taking it.

She said his technique had improved, but somehow he still wasn't hitting the spot. I asked barry (with the aid of the crop) why-he-wasn't-hitting-L's-spot. He said he was trying hard and he really wanted to please her. I suggested she might give him the opportunity there and then.

She was just drunk enough to take up my suggestion and asked if she could use my bedroom. I told her of course she could and she led him off to put him through his paces. I liked that when he tried to get up to walk, she said to him abruptly "Crawling, slave"! I love it when she gets all imperious.

As L was getting her rocks off, I thought I may as well make use of p again. Suffice to say, he did not disappoint. When I was done, I pushed his head down further to tell him to stop. It was my way of controlling him. If I pulled his head back up slightly, it meant that he should start again, but slowly.

I listened for noises from my bedroom, but it was all quiet. Eventually, there was a gentle knocking and I shouted that it was okay to come in. L entered first and barry following behind with his head bowed. "How was it, L?" I asked. She looked down at barry and replied: "We're still not quite there, I'm afraid, N."

N x

[End of Part Two]

[All photos from Men are Slaves.com. Tumblr seem comfortable with their photos and just to be sure, I left out any specifically depicting oral worship - p]

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Back in my switch dom days when ever a new sub came to see me, they would strip, get inspected, if they smell straight in the cold shower, no question, next I would stand in front and ask if they are ready to submit. They all say yes but I make them prove it by telling them to cum on my boots right now, experiance the full pleasure, show me how much you want me. If they did the deed they licked it off my boots and I would ask again, are you ready to submit to me, about 70% would say thank you and leave, 5% would start to cry because they didn't know how to feel once the build up was gone. The ones that stayed i knew were a true submissive and it wasn't just the sexual encounter they wanted. Also telling them later as they are bound that they are now going into chastity and there last proper orgasm was for me and only me, made it unforgettable. I still get thanks and still own a couple of keys, for old time sake. The true submissive is out there you just have to know how to spot them.

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It was surprising how many women were no offended by this and what their wishes were.

Not exactly the orgasms I meant, but thank you mistress!