Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Ahh Sweetie you did it, I guess I can call you Tammi out in public now too LOL..you look so cute wearing your little pink maids outfit down to the park just to bring me some lemonade..oh yes and bonus points for remembering to curtsey, I know that has to be embarrassing with all these people around.

Just think this all started as a silly little crush, now we are BFF’s and we found your true calling as my little BFF chaste maid.  Speaking of chaste, would like to be unlocked for a few minutes.  You do great.  I’ve found an even better cage for you, it will really help with you new look.

Well mince back up to the apartment, ahh thanks for remembering to curtsy again.  I’ll be up to unlock and install your new cage soon.

Hmm..I sure hope Tammi is not expecting anything other than a new cage..I better have ice on hand.

Enter gently from the rear

So clearly I have a bit if a reputation as being a hard spanker.  Much of it is personal preference, but most of it is the fact that I like to film realistic videos.  An on camera spanking, which is depicting an 18-24 year old girl, getting punished, needs to be hard.  The goal has to be tears and her bottom needs to be marked and sore for several days. 

While I have filmed several mouth soaping scenes over the years, I have never really tried to apply a mouth soaping in a severe manner.  So what are the elements that make a mouth soaping “severe”.  Unfortunately for Miss Syrena, she was the girl who found out exactly how severe a mouth soaping can be.  It began with a low stroke of the belt that landed on her thighs and not on her bottom.  Her response was “God Dammit”, followed by “that hit my fucking thighs”.  That was all I needed to hear in order for a “severe” mouth soaping to take place.  I marched her into the bathroom, grabbed a bar of the soap from the sink, and required her stand with her mouth open while I lathered it up.  For a typical mouth soaping, I would simply put the bar in a young lady’s mouth and move it around a bit, making a couple of such trips with the bar.  But Miss Syrena was not that lucky.  With each trip of the bar, I targeted a different part of her mouth. 

For the 1st trip into her mouth with the soap, the goal was to just introduce the bad taste, and I made a quick trip covering the entire area.  For the next trip into her mouth, the goal was to cover the roof of her mouth as much as possible.  With each trip, and as the water warmed up, the bar of soap began to create much more lather, allowing me to really get to work.  For her next round, I covered what I think to be a very important part of a severe mouth soaping, and that is the teeth.  I focused on grinding the soap deep into her teeth, so slivers of soap stayed behind.  While I will often pull a bar of soap against a young lady’s front teeth as I pull it out, for Syrena, I grinded the soap deep into the teeth in all areas of the mouth.  I made sure that there was not a spot, in between any two teeth that did not have chunks of soap stuck between them.  Once her mouth and her teeth were properly coated with soap, it was time to focus on her tongue.  As the tongue is responsible for most of the taste in a mouth, I felt it was important that it received its own session with the soap.  She was required to stick her tongue far outside of her mouth, so I could see well enough to rub the soap over 100% of it.  But for a severe mouth soaping, only covering the top is not enough to get the job done, so the bottom side of her tongue also got a full round with the bar.

Once there was no spot in her mouth that did not have complete and total coverage with the soap, she was required to hold it in place, so I could get back to spanking her bare bottom.  I lifted up her PJ’s and got to work.  Part way into the spanking, I could tell she was having difficulty, as she was beginning to choke on the soap.  I allowed her to remove the bar of soap, and to spit a single time, in which time I bent her back over and got back to work.  When her spanking was complete, I moved her back to the sink, but before I told her to do anything, she spit out more soap, without being told to do so.  While her punishment was complete at that point, it was her inability to follow directions that led to her spanking in the 1st place, so I had no choice, but to start again.  With her mouth still foaming from the previous mouth soaping, I literally started the entire process over again.  1st the entire mouth, then the top of the mouth, then the teeth, and both sides of the tongue again…before it was all said and done the bar of soap made 9 separate trips into her mouth.  It all ended with several minutes of standing with the bar in place before she was finally allowed to spit and rinse. 

It is certainly the most severe mouth soaping I have ever administered and it was highly effective.  When the entire scene was over she told me that she would take a wooden paddle on her bare bottom, any day, over the mouth soaping such as she just received.

The entire HD version of this scene went online last Friday in the member’s area of  RealspankingsInstitute.com

The Enchantress: Different Strokes for Different Folks

The hostage squirmed, but the unusual bondage held him firm. What seemed to be a stalagtite of breathing rock held his arms wide while his body, from his waist down, was sealed in stone. Only his head, neck, and bare chest and abdominals were free. Sweat dripped down his front and back.

His captor, the most beautiful and terrifying woman he had ever seen, smiled at him. He couldn’t look away from her glowing eyes, which stared at his face unblinking as she felt his chest and body…

Her touch was sensual… Maddeningly so… But he could do nothing about it. His cock was sealed and she was in no hurry to set it free… His captive knew what he was thinking and chuckled.

Enchantress: Dear King of the coal kingdom, you should thank the gods for your good fortune. Your wife is a very dear friend of mine, and so I will not hurt a hair on your head.

Her hand lightly glided over his pecs, gently touching his nipple. He groaned.

Enchantress: However, it is also because of this friendship that you will be mine for a very long time…

King: I… I don’t understand…

Enchantress: Because your wife knows I will not harm you, she will not immediately submit to my very expensive demands. She will barter, and plan, and play along for as long as she can stall, focusing more on the health of the kingdom than getting back her precious king… And because of this, you will not be able to satisfy yourself for a very long time… And believe me, your highness, you will be constantly wishing to do so…

King: P-please… I can’t take it…

The enchantress laughs.

Enchantress: Oh, King. You take such good care of yourself and you have a very attractive body… But your wife tells me things no one else knows about your “techniques,” and I have seen what your are endowed with, and I can find better if I want.

King: R-ridiculous… My wife would never-!

Enchantress: Oh, I’m sure she loves you and is fond of you enough, but do you believe less than a year in an arranged marriage can outweigh a lifetime of friendship and sharing? You men so rarely understand us women. I will admit, though, it was several glasses of champagne before she would speak

King:. When would she have met with-?

Enchantress: Shhhh…. Lower voice now… Know your place. You are not witty enough to be a fun flirt, nor are you smart enough to outwit… You are not strong enough to enjoy watching you struggle. You, my friend, are a fun treat for my hands… touching your large, tone chest, teasing you with my fingers and tongue…

King: …!

Enchantress: Oh yes, your majesty… My tongue… I will do all of this.. Because your well built and sexy upper body deserves as much… But your manly tool in the lower levels… Will not be touched at all, perhaps for weeks…

King: Th-this is too cruel…!

Enchantress: It does not matter… Different men for different uses… I have another, far more qualified man to serve me if I need anything more… Accept your role for as long as you are mine, even if that turns out to be for the rest of your life, Teased King.

With that the enchantress gave a wink and left. The king called out in desperation, but to no avail.

What utter humiliation! What horrible disgrace! To be tormented in such a way! If the enchantress told anyone else of this meeting, even if that person was his wife, he felt like he could just leap off of a very high cliff.

And to make it all worse, he was so very aroused. He could feel his imprisoned penis bulging and sensitive, but there was nothing to be done. He was to be kept in this sensitive state, so close to cumming, until rescue.

He simply couldn’t get the words the enchantress said out of his mind. Adequate only for touch and tease, and not good enough to deserve more. Not that he wanted to betray his wife and be disloyal, but yet the words stung…

He was so aroused, and so distracted in his thoughts he didn’t hear the faint booming sound from outside. A muffled blasting noise from the bottom floor.

Suddenly there was a noise from the ceiling! The king looked upward to see a man hanging from some implements from the ceiling! He jumped down, landing a few feet in front of the king. A man dressed completely in black, wielding a dagger and donning a belt of tools.

Hero: Stay silent, your majesty. I’ll try to chisel you out!

King: Were… were you sent by my kingdom?

Hero: No, I’m just someone who’s constantly meddling in the enchantress’s business. Whether I wish to or not.

He struck against the stones holding the king in place using his dagger and, to the king’s shock, the blade dug in fairly deep.

King: Ca-carefully!

Hero: I’m sorry, your majesty. I don’t have much time. That distraction won’t hold back the enchantress for a very long time, I’m afraid?

King: Distraction-?

Hero: I blew up one of her labs with a makeshift grenado. It was the best I could come up with with such short- Oh Crap!

The hero rolled away as a bolt of electricity shot at the space where he stood. The king saw the enchantress lunge into the room, furious. There seemed to be magical steam coming from where she was.

The hero deflected her bolts using his blade and tried his best to flee, but he was overwhelmed quite quickly. She pinned his defeated body to the floor using her own, disarming him of his weapons and pulling down his black garb, revealing more of his face and body…

Hero: Shit.

Enchantress: I knew you were looking to free him, you son of a bitch. Don’t think I’ll let you off easy. That lab was filled with more expensive things than your peasant minds could comprehend, damn you!

She stared at the hero with such murderous eyes the king wondered if this was the end.

Then the enchantress pulled the hero’s head to hers and kissed him passionately and roughly. The hero squirmed, but succumbed to the kiss, responding with equal passion.

The king watched as the enchantress magically bound the hero mid-kiss and roughly abused his body. She grasped his shoulders, bit his neck, and tore down his pants to feel his erection against her thighs. Then she grasped it in her hands and squeezed. The hero squirmed, trying his best to free himself to no avail…

Enchantress: We are going to fuck until we’re eight hells deep, you arse!

She pumped him so roughly, his cock looked like it might tear before it cums!

Hero: No… Lemme go, damn it!

His cock continued to grow in her “care,” reaching a ridiculous size. The king gaped at the horror before him.

Enchantress: I’ll teach you torment you would never know if you lived two lives in a torture chamber, until you’re balls empty and begging for mercy. Hell,I don’t care if I need to refill those testicles of yours myself with magic, we aren’t stopping until-!

Suddenly remembering the third party in the room, she caught herself. She composed herself and smiled sweetly at the king, whose arousal was replaced with cold fear now…

Enchantress: Oh, I’m sorry dear! Remember when I said I had someone I had a “more qualified man” for sex? Here he is!

She smacked the hero across the chin, knocking him out. She easily lifted him up on her shoulders.

Enchantress: Please forgive this intrusion. I don’t place any of the blame on you, of course. Please enjoy your night, and I’ll come and make sure you are cared for in the morning…

She took the hero away and shut the door.

The king remained captured that night despite the attempts of the hero… But at the very least he was sober now. He now appreciated the safety in his chastity, and held no more envy for the lucky hero who got to bed the beautiful enchantress that night.

If we don't hear a peep out of you tonight I'll get you a cushion to sleep on tomorrow night.

Special Spanking Part 2

The rest of the day, after receiving my girlfriend Lydia’s text with her photo, I was nervous and anxious, almost afraid to go home to get the punishment I deserved. More than that, she’d grounded me for the weekend, meaning I would be naked and bound at all times and would be spanked twice daily, by her and her “special friend,” who would be joining us. I was miserable, but also highly aroused by the thought.

When time passed and it was time to go home, I knew my freedom was over. I drove home, then parked. Where I lived, there was a common parking area, then a long walkway to my residence, an end unit townhouse. I parked, then started to walk slowly, my head down, already shamefully hard and blushing about it.

“Hello Ryan.”

I looked up, and my heart sank. It was Sydney, my girlfriend’s best friend. She was, like Lydia, provocatively attired, but it was difficult to get excited knowing what she was about to do to me.

I took in the sight of her for a moment, from her sunglasses down to her bare feet. The thought kept going through my head - this woman is going to spank me - and the foolish thought of trying to run away passed through my consciousness.

But I knew better. Sydney worked as a police officer. She was trained to take me down.

“Take off your shirt, Ryan,” she told me. “Now.”

“So you’re the special friend?” I asked.

“You know that I am,” she replied. “Obey now.”

I glanced around to see if any of my neighbors were watching but it didn’t matter. I had to obey. I stripped off my shirt and dropped it to the ground. Sydney reached behind her and got her handcuffs off her bikini’s waistband.

“Turn around, hands behind your back,” she ordered, something she’d probably said hundreds of times, but never to me. I turned around and gave up my hands, and she handcuffed me right there where anyone could see.

The woman held me and picked up my shirt. “You are under arrest and in Lydia’s custody. You have been sentenced to a weekend of bondage and spanking. Once inside, you will be stripped naked and remain naked until Monday morning. Do you have any questions?”

A tear was already escaping my eye as the beautiful woman led me toward my apartment, and my fate was sealed. I was captured and would be held prisoner without any hope of escape, and I knew I deserved it.