Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

She absolutely loved bondage novices. Men finding themselves utterly helpless, vulnerable and at the mercy of a dominant woman for the very first time.

The moment she finished securing the last of the restraints in place he instinctively tested them. The effect on him was immediate. He was indeed helpless and going nowhere.

Heart pounding. Mind reeling. Cock stiffening. She responded with mock innocence to his question.

"What am I going to do with you?," she repeated. Mischievously she added, "You mean now that I've got you right where I want you? Unable to move? Totally helpless? So that I can do absolutely anything I want with you and you can't stop me? Hmm? Is that what you mean?"

"Oh god," he groaned, his lifelong fantasy now suddenly becoming unmistakeably real.

Caressing his chest soothingly, she purred, "Sweetheart, we talked about this. Many... many... many times, remember?"

Exhaling and swallowing hard, he nodded. "I do, I remember."

It was true. Through their years of conversing online his trust in her had grown. To the point that over time he had shared fantasy after fantasy with her. Those secrets locked within him that he hid from the rest of the world.

And now, not only did she know all of his deepest unspoken desires, but she had no intention of letting him go until she had fulfilled each and every last one of them for him.

"Mmm, very good," she cooed. "I suppose I could remind you by telling you all about the things I'm about to do to you.... but, I think it would be more effective if I just showed you instead, don't you baby?"

And with that she grinned wickedly, reached for a pair of scissors and began to carefully slice away his last line of defense......

He knew he should turn away and descend back down the stairs.

He knew he should look away and avert his eyes from the mysterious woman who now seemed to be leading him with the hypnotically alluring sway of her curves.

Yet, he could do neither. Like a moth drawn to a flame, he was inexorably drawn to her. Compelled to follow. Unable to resist. Mindless male flesh fated to do her bidding.

And when they reached the top of the stairs the rest would be waiting for him. Ready. Surrounding him and leading him to the stage where cuffs dangled from overhead. Where shackles were secured to the floor.

Ahead of him she smiled softly with anticipation as she heard each of his steps obediently following behind her.

She knew…. he was already theirs.

blood ritual — James and Lily Potter circa 1981

When you saw her text notification, you paused on cleaning their apartment to see what she needed.

Seeing her eating had you squirming in your cage.

"Thank you. Thank you Goddess." You texted back.

When she had first mentioned the trip to Paris, you had thought she intended for you to come. Maybe you could carry their bags through Paris and drive them around. But after paying for their flight tickets and their hotel, your bank was cleared out.

So, while they enjoyed traveling through the city of love, you stayed in their apartment making sure their dog got fed and the place remained clean. They made it clear though, that even with them gone, you had to sleep on the couch.

"Weclome loser."

The picture was the first message she had sent since they arrived in Paris a week ago. Seeing her so happy and beautyful made you feel elated.

"Stop looking at the pic, n get back to work.

"Yes, Goddess." You said.

Slipping your phone into your apron pocket, you went back to scrubbing their bathroom floor.

Sunday Ladies #48-24

"Close your eyes sweetheart. Do you trust me?" I asked as I hold up a blindfold before I take you into our room. You havent seen whats inside but you want to. The sooner you obey, the sooner you get to. "Always Miss." You say and closed your eyes. Always such a sweet boy complying to me.

After tying the blindfold around your pretty eyes, I leaned in and whispered," You have been anticipating tonight haven't you? I can see the tent in your pants sweetheart. So hard for me already love and we barely even started yet." You blushed and tried to form words but being your adorable self....you only found yourself blushing more.

"Don't move. Ill lead you to the room. Tonight is going to be all about you. I get off when you cum uncontrollably. Hearing your moans and gasps fires me up. Seeing your squirming self makes me wanna put Satan to shame. Don't worry though adorbs, as much as you wanna please me, I will use you to my hearts content before having my release which of course you will help with." You gulped at my words and licked your lips.

Tracing a finger along your cheek, you leaned in for more contact until you realise my finger in heading towards your pretty mouth. "Such kissable lips, fuckable lips, perfect. Open your mouth love." I said tapping your bottom lip with the finger. I pushed it in slowly but you my dear are a greedy little pet.

You quickly hollowed your cheeks and sucked my finger deep into your mouth and your eager tongue decides to play with it as I let you. I have other plans but little did you know this is a tiny foreplay we are having sweetheart.

I quickly pulled out my finger, wrapped my hand around your neck and slammed you against the wall. I know you like it rough. I do too. That's why we're meant for each other. I alternate between kissing you hard and slapping your pretty face while calling you my pretty boy and my dirty slut. In a few minutes I have you panting and moaning for more, more of everything, a putty mess in my hands and I intend to give you all you need cub.

Suddenly you feel something tight around your neck and realised its your collar. I attached a leash to it and tugged you forward for another panty melting kiss. Dragging you by the collar, I finally led you in the room....."Use your safeword anytime baby boy, I gotchu. Till then im going to fuck you so hard on every surface till you beg me to stop making you cum and ill keep going until you are in a state of bliss." I said as I closed the door looking forward to break you in a heavenly way. 😏😏

Ps: Just a little fantasy. 😏

Xoxo

💚

Delegate.

Everyone moaned about the conference….but you always found a way to amuse yourself. There was usually a lady in the hotel bar, maybe looking for some unattached fun. Alpha corporate males with an expense account bigger than their cocks proved to be popular with some of these ladies.

Tonight was no different, you had the final workshop session in the morning and you took your usual place at the bar. Looking around the lounge, the lady that was catching your eye wasn’t your type. Older, certainly. Maybe 50? But a firm, slim figure. She had a sleek, short haircut…..black with a hint of grey mixed in. Her expression was stern, dark eyes intently looking around the scene in the bar. She was wearing a pair of leather thigh boots, matching short skirt and silk blouse. Her make up was quite discreet, pale skin with mascara accentuating her already deep eyes and scarlet lips…..she was quite intimidating in an understated way.

You found yourself staring too much and she matched your gaze…..the look was unwavering and she carried on until you looked away, embarrassed. So much for the alpha corporate male as you sipped your rum in shrunken silence. A whiff of perfume and the creak of leather soon invaded your senses as you turned to see her standing next to you. She was a few inches taller and her demeanour reminded you of a lioness. Casually watching a baby zebra meander around a watering hole before deciding to take it down.

“A drink would be appropriate now, seeing as you’ve spent the last half hour watching me.” Her voice was clipped with an accent, possibly British, possibly Irish. You fumbled to get the bartender’s attention and she ordered a large red wine. You talked….or rather you rambled nervously. Her cool countenance was extremely off putting and you really didn’t know how to act. She was gracious and smiled at the right moments, but her eyes never smiled….not once. She asked if you wanted to fuck her this evening….you sat, struck dumb by the direct question.

“This is why you’re here, isn’t it? To find some easy pussy and to fulfill whatever thrills you?”

You nodded, a little unsure if this would offend her. Instead she smiled again….a genuine one this time and ordered a bottle of champagne. Of course, it was charged to you and she placed her hand on your crotch….your cock springing into life. She tutted, and told you to follow her up to the room. You watched her ass sway in the soft, fitted leather. Her walk was regal, the long boots oozing dominance and you felt like a filthy peasant.

The elevator ride was tense as she stood close to you, but not once acknowledging you…..the short walk to her room and the door was opened. She pushed you on the bed, ordering you to undress. You quickly removed everything as she popped the champagne open. You sat, butt naked watching as she slowly stalked around the room…..her short skirt clinging against her hips and ass.

“Go into the bathroom and shower. I don’t approve of dirty cocks….if I’m going to take something in my mouth, I want it clean.”

You got up and headed into the shower and took care to wash throughly. You even brushed your teeth as you heard music start to play from within the room. You reappeared and she was sitting there, the two glasses of champagne sitting on the dressing table. She handed you one and she guzzled her glass in a single go. You did the same as she poured another….the heat in the room seemed be getting more intense as you felt like your muscles were made of stone. She drank her glass quickly again and you tried to reach for yours….but the strength had evaporated from you. Your fingers were moving in slow motion, your face felt numb and you were dimly aware of your slurred voice. The lady patted you on the head and gently laid you down……

Your eyes opened. The room was dim and the music was still playing. The champagne bottle was next to the bed and you tried to move. You looked down and your heart leapt. Despite the sluggishness, you were fully awake now. The shiny dress you seemed to be wearing was tight. The red ropes coiled around you were also very tight. You tried to call out, but the ball jammed in your mouth stopped any intelligent conversation. The reflection in the mirror filled in the blanks. The sissy slut opposite was indeed you. A short brown wig, leather collar with steel ring attached and a pair of red high heels were forced onto your feet. The makeup was painted on like a true whore and you struggled furiously.

The bathroom door opened and the lady walked out. Her boots were now swapped for a shiny patent pair, fully adorned with buckles running the whole length of the boot….right up to her crotch. She was wearing a latex body suit and long latex gloves. Her hair was slicked back and her demonic eyes almost glowed in the dimness of the room. But the one thing that drew your attention was the massive, jet black cock strapped to her groin. A veined, glistening monster….maybe 8-10 inches long. You shook your head as she strutted over to the bedside table and grabbed a few implements you couldn’t quite make out.

“You really can’t hold your drink, can you, boy? I was afraid I’d have to amuse myself tonight….luckily you made a recovery.”

She moved toward you and quickly grabbed your limp dick. A yelp from you was rewarded with a stinging slap across the face. The black plastic chastity cage was skilfully placed on you and she held the key in front of your disbelieving eyes. She smirked and sat down in the chair opposite you….her boot raised and lifting the dress up to expose your caged cock. A sigh and a chuckle came from her cruel red lips as she started to stroke her huge phallus. Quickly and rhythmically jerking it up and down.

“This could have been you. But I got the idea that you might prefer taking cock, rather than giving it. A shame really, I just reapplied my lipstick for nothing. But don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure that I’ll reapply yours….i plan on having it smeared all around my big, black dick. You like my big, black dick, sweetie?”

You shook your head and she ground her boot heel into your cage. She would educate you for the whole night to come. A vibe constantly forcing your little girly cock to swell in its prison while a real piece of equipment took your virgin ass.

Perhaps you won’t be returning to the conference next year…..or maybe you will. I guess your lady will decide that.