Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Hooded, humiliated and constantly berated as you lick your bratty Madam’s boots. Aren’t you a lucky boy?

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"Oh look... there it is... right where you left it!" Liza growled.

Peter was dumbstruck. How could they have missed it? In the middle of the floor, nothing else around it, the charging points were all clearly marked. It didn't make any sense.

"Oh! Hey Pee-pee..." a familiar voice called out.

He groaned. Of course she'd have something to do with this...

"Oh... you peed your pants..." Cece taunted him, strutting out from behind one of the pillars. "What a surprise!" she added sarcastically.

Peter had always had a weak bladder, and Cece had always had a nasty habit of putting him in positions where it was tested. And more often than not, he failed that test, much to her amusement.

"He managed to lose his car..." Liza said flatly. She eyed Cece suspiciously. "Do you know him?" She turned back to Peter, with a fire in her eyes, "do you know her?!"

"Oh... don't worry honey," Cece grinned smugly. "Me and Pee-Pee here are old news. He's all yours..." she glanced down at the wet patch on his pants, "assuming you still want him anyway."

She continued. "Sorry, Petey. I needed to borrow your car for a minute there. I still had the app on my phone to start it and, well it was just sat here. I brought it right back so, no harm, right?"

"Hope I didn't cause you any incontinence, Oh...! Inconvenience... I mean." she giggled.

Liza smirked. "Ohh... the infamous Cece I take it?"

"My reputation precedes me..." she giggled in confirmation.

Liza chuckled and then sighed. "Well... he'd told me you always found ways to humiliate him... but this...?" She gestured towards Peter's soaking pants and shook her head. "I think you've outdone yourself."

Cece nodded her head to acknowledge the compliment. "Thank you. I do my best!" She strode confidently up to get right in his face. As she stood, inches away with a sadistic smirk across her face, he once again felt a warm glow start to trickle down his legs. Liza gasped as she saw it happen, but Cece didn't break eye contact until she was sure he'd finished. Only then did she step back to fully admire her handiwork.

"It's too bad we didn't work out," she sighed wistfully before turning to Liza, "Pee-Pee here's a nice guy really. He just needs a good woman to make sure he doesn't get too big for his britches. Be a shame to have him to turn into one of these macho, Alpha-male types. Such assholes! Boys need to treat their girl with respect, and well... I'm sure he knows he needs to respect you now."

Liza giggled. She knew the type all too well. The more she thought about it, the more she figured this would be a great way to keep him in check.

Frankly, it was surprising more girls didn't do it.

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What led to the mouth soaping and spanking?! How did the punishment go down?! Your fans want to know!

If I asked him once, I told him a million times to move his musical equipment out of the walk way to the washer and dryer. If he can not be a babe of his word to never do it again, then I will wash those words out and replace them with words of truth!

I am at my wits end and things will only be harsher and then harsher again from here on out. I will totally take this as a personal attach/challenge. As well as, a total lack of disrespect!! Ha Vengeance will be mine! He will feel my wrath 10 fold of however hurt he has made me. I refuse to once again be mislead by a careless boy’s false words and turn a blind eye to them again. 🤨😒😏

I told him as punishment, he will have to wash and separate all of the laundry. For everyday that it wasn’t done, he will receive a paddling. The soap was a last minute add on. Two days later, all of the laundry had still not been washed/dried.

We had only been awake for about 30 mins. After verbally reminding him of his wrong doings,I looked to him and told him to go grab the soap and a paddle. He came back to bed very upset and with both requested items in hand.

I then, placed the soap in his mouth and moved it around to help encourage the bar to stick further in. I pointed at my lap and told him to get over it now! With little hesitation, he did as he was told. With each stroke from the paddle, the soap was encouraged deeper and deeper into his molars. 😏 He was getting his just deserves.

Once I felt as those his bottom had enough, I had him sit (on his knees and hands in lap) next to me with the soap still in his mouth. Swishing it around for him from time to time while I scolded him about his wrong doings.

Needless to say, he was a drooling mess with a red bum when I was done with him. Looking so pitiful and meek. Ha I had no sympathy to greet him with, only satisfaction in my handy work.