Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Siempre dominante 🥵🥵🥵

Your wife and you had experimented a bit with chastity and cuckolding but it never really solidified until she met her current boyfriend. He was the text book definition of an alpha male and hated the idea that anyone else could see or touch his girl. It didn't matter that you were her husband, since he was the one banging her, he was the one who got to make the rules.

The chastity cage become permanent as he held the key. If you wanted a release, he'd make you beg in front of your wife.

You were no longer allowed to look at her naked body, or see her in revealing clothing. If she was wearing something revealing for him and you were around, you'd have t avert your gaze to her feet.

Lastly, you were no longer allowed to touch your wife except if it was to give her a foot massage. This rule was strictly enforced as any touching would lead to a painful punishment.

So, when it was your birthday and they decided to go to the beach, it took all of your willpower to follow each of the rules while he was off getting her lunch.

Billy’s future

NOTE: This scenario is a fantasy continuation of this post from a friend of mine:

https://pleasemaamno.tumblr.com/post/636968272886218752/billy-had-just-learned-all-about-swearing-he-was

Billy’s heart raced as he pushed open the door slightly and peered inside his sister’s room. There was Samantha, beautiful, blond, apparently changing into her sleeping clothes for the night. Samantha was staying over with Billy’s sister Adalyn. Adalyn was in the shower and Billy was spying on Samantha for a moment, feeling himself growing more aroused by the second.

Of course, having Samantha around reminded Billy of the fateful night a few years ago when his sister and her friends had stripped him naked and spanked him for swearing, a night he’d replayed over and over in his mind - the most humiliating, yet somehow most thrilling and erotic, experience of his entire life. He hated that he had loved it so much, and felt a strange and inexplicable urge to endure another spanking from a girl.

The boy had lost sight of Samantha as he remembered the night of the spanking, and suddenly the door was pulled inward and the boy fell to the floor at Samantha’s bare feet. The girl, wearing her top but in her panties, pushed the door closed and before Billy could move, she had him pinned down beneath her.

“Let me go!” He cried, blushing at his quick capture and feeling embarrassed that he was aroused.

“Sssshhh,” Samantha urged. “Just relax, you know I’ve got you. Just surrender, Billy, you’re my prisoner now.”

Somehow, her words both calmed him and made his humiliation and arousal worse. How could that be? He relaxed beneath her.

“I surrender,” he told her. “I’m your prisoner.”

“Good boy,” Samantha told him. The boy was already shirtless - he’d been preparing to go to bed himself when he realized Samantha might be changing. She turned him over and reached for her pants nearby, and ordered the boy to put his hands behind his back. When he obeyed, she bound his wrists with her belt.

“Why are you tying me up?” Billy cried. “What if Adalyn gets out of the shower?”

“Oh, you’re her prisoner for the night too,” Samantha explained. “But I am not entirely sure you’re not going to enjoy it, at least a little.”

Samantha put him on his knees, then walked over to the bed. She sat down and looked at him.

“Now,” Samantha started. “Do you remember the night me and the other girls spanked you?”

He dropped his gaze, embarrassment filling him. “Yes.”

She paused. “I noticed that little body of yours had a bit of a reaction,” she told him. “Now it’s time to see if I can get that same reaction from you. Walk over here, and I will take off those pants of yours and put your naked body over my thighs for another spanking.”

Tears sprang into his eyes. He didn’t want another spanking, but he knew, without a doubt, it was about to happen to him anyway. He was already captured and tied up.

The boy rose on shaky legs and moved to the beautiful female. She whisked off his pants and boxers, leaving him naked before her, and then ordered him to get across her legs. Billy stared at her thighs a moment and heaved a sigh of surrender as he lay across them, feeling his privates against her smooth legs. She caressed his bottom.

“Time for you to be spanked,” Samantha told him. “And I am sure this will not be the last time you get spanked over my legs, silly Billy.”

i dream of the day I have a husband I can bend over the kitchen counter and press my body against so I can bite the back of his neck and show him who the man of the house is.

"See... made it here after all! And you said I had no sense of direction! I mean... I might have gone a bit of a scenic route but, we're here now."

"Oops! Had a little accident back there, huh? He he... OK, I guess it was a few minutes longer than I'd said. And I was wondering why you'd stopped complaining about needing to pee... well, now I know!"

"Ahh... feels good to stretch my legs. Hey! Come on, babe, coast's clear! You wanna get out quick before someone comes and sees you peed your pants." Emily announced loudly enough that if anyone was around, they'd have turned to look.

She was almost disappointed that it was such a quiet street. Still, she recognised several of her friends' cars, and as they were running late, albeit intentionally on her part, she'd have a few, highly appreciative witnesses soon enough.

Don’t leave!

Perfection demanded.