Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Yes Sissy, you may speak.  What is wrong?  You don’t like your new spiked cage.  Well, why is that?  I think it looks nice it’s smaller and leads to less panty stains…Oh I see it’s painful when that little clitty gets excited..well that seems like your issue…Tell me Sissy Pleasure Rule

Yes Miss..”A sissy does not seek pleasure through orgasm but through service to her Mistress” 

Very good Sissy..so if a Sissies doesn’t seek pleasure through orgasms there little clitties have no reason to get little useless erections do they.

Yes Miss

Well, it sounds like if you follow the rules those spikes won’t affect you.  I’m glad we had this talk..Get my coat I’m going out..while I’m away you can kneel and worship my gym shoes.

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If I bullied you in highschool, consider yourself lucky since I did it for free

Now I get paid to do it 😋😋

From the amazing and powerful Mistress Rane Lane. She's been like a guide and mentor to me over the years.

"How submission will make a man more attractive.

I will try to explain what I mean by submission making a man more attractive to women. A lot of people in BDSM think that FLR will produce a man who is weak. They fear he'll sound like the Dickens character, Uriah Heep. (not the rock band.) This is not so. As I mentioned, Butler is no longer pretty, or strong, or rich, but women love him.

Some of his attractiveness is that he has been under my heel for over 17 years. All men have a tendency to say the wrong thing, miss a social cue, or be unintentionally rude. Butler had good social skills when I met him but he has been through the fire. I have refined him. He moves through the female world now much more like an older wiser diplomat. Women are charmed by him.

I started thinking about what he has that interests women. For one thing he listens to them. He will turn to a woman, look her in the eye, and completely give her his attention. That is rare. He doesn't interrupt except to ask a question to deepen his understanding of what she is telling him. He is genuinely interested. This makes him utterly disarming. Women tell him secrets.

Also, they see how he treats me. He is not obsequious, but he is always aware of me. If the wind starts blowing, he quietly produces a shawl. If my drink is getting low, a new one finds its way into my hand. Women notice these small gallantries. Also, he knows me. He remembers little things like how I like my coffee, how to order a meal for me if I'm late, etc. He pays attention.

Finally, women hear how he talks about me and they see how he looks at me. When he gazes at me, women see that he completely loves me. A lot of women want to be known and heard and looked at like Butler looks at me. Consequently, women like him.

FLR when it's done correctly makes a man better and more attractive. If I fall off of a cliff, Butler will have a lot of women knocking on his door to comfort him.

Besides, I don't really believe in the concept of beta and alpha males. Butler would be an alpha male in a wilderness survival setting but a complete beta in a video game. Setting often establishes dominance.

Nevertheless, to the extent the beta and alpha males exist, it is clear that while in the vanilla world alphas might enjoy sex with more women, betas enjoy more sex with the same woman. In the final tally underestimated betas often find themselves in more sexual circumstances than the misunderstood alphas. Butler lives in an erotic atmosphere that we have created for him as my servant. It is filled with sexual tension and kink. He lives in the world he wanted. How many alphas end up like that, especially in their latter years?

Submissive male life is wonderful."

I really really wanna tie up a cute, ticklish boy. Tie his arms above his head so he’s all spread out for me and I can see the fear in his eyes as I start to rake my nails up and down his sides while he pretends to not be getting harder and harder by the second.

I wanna take my sweet time kissing up and down his sensitive tummy, relishing when it jumps and twitches as he lets out delicious giggles and squeals, before scraping and digging into his hipbones and making him scream.

I wanna sit on his face and force him to eat me out as I mercilessly tickle all over his sensitive tummy, licking his naval and trailing my fingers all over his sensitive waistline until he’s not sure if he can’t breathe from laughter or from me riding his face.

And just as he thinks he can’t take it anymore, I’ll start sloooowly teasing his aching, twitching cock…

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Should’ve Said No

The early afternoon sun trickles into your room, easing you awake. Your thick diaper crinkles gently as you stretch, your toes rubbing against the railing.

You’re warm despite not wearing anything but your diaper. Mommy never put you down for naps in anything but a diaper.

You stare at the door for a few minutes, hoping Mommy comes to get you soon. But a delicious smell wafts into your room, setting off an adorable series of rumbles in your tummy. It smells familiar, though you can’t place where.

Your hunger gets the better of you. Surely Mommy won’t mind if you get out of bed this one time?

You slowly lower your crib's railing and swing your legs down, not paying the slightest attention to your diaper on the brink of leaking. Your diaper hasn’t been your concern for months.

Your diaper crinkles loudly as you head to the kitchen, foreclosing any hope of moving around silently. But it didn’t matter. You want to find Mommy anyway.

The delicious smell grows strong as you turn the corner to the kitchen, expecting to find Mommy cooking lunch.

It wasn’t Mommy. You stop dead in your tracks—terrified of the woman sitting at the kitchen table. She was the last person in this world you wanted to see.

Especially in nothing but a drooping, soggy diaper.

“Hey, buddy! How was your nappypoo? You looked so adorable sleeping in your crib! I can see why you need those diapers! It wasn’t that soggy when I checked it earlier!”

You didn’t answer. How could you?

“Did you make it stinky? Is that why you’re out of your crib without permission?”

You shake your head meekly.

“Well, just because I’m not your Mommy doesn’t mean your rules don’t apply. Are you allowed to be out of your crib?”

You shake your head again.

“No, kiddo. I asked you a question. Answer it.”

“No,” you whisper.

She smiles. “That’s right. You stay in your crib until an adult lets you out. And did an adult let you out?”

“No,” you whisper again.

“Then why are you out of your crib?”

You shuffle nervously. Your diaper crinkles merrily each time you move.

“Did you smell my famous blueberry waffles?”

You should have known. That’s what that smell was.

Five years ago, you woke up to the same smell—though the circumstances couldn’t have been more different.

Back then, she was your girlfriend. That night had been the first time you ever slept together.

“Want some?” she asks sweetly, “I know you love them. Come sit down. I’ll fix you up a plate.”

You don’t move. Your eyes never leave the floor.

“No need to be shy, silly. We can talk about your punishments for sneaking out after you eat. Come on, eat ‘em while they’re hot.”

You slowly head to the table.

She playfully pats your diaper as you reach the chair. “There’s a good boy!” she coos.

A loud squelch escapes your diaper as you sit causing her to erupt in giggles. “Stop! That’s adorable!”

A plate of blueberry waffles is put in front of you. “Oh wait!” she says, “I almost forgot!” She grabs a knife and cuts your waffles into bite-size pieces. “There, all better! Eat up!”

“I…I need a fork,” you ask.

“Fork?” she answers cheerfully, “No, you don’t, silly! Just use your hands!”

You sigh, grabbing a piece. They’re just as good as you remember.

Last time you had these, you told her you loved her. She did, too. You conveniently left out the part that you were also fucking her best friend.

She smiled as you ate. “Yummy, aren’t they?”

“Mmh,” you answered between a bite.

By the time you finish, your tummy is heavily protruding out. She gasps at the sight. “So cute, little guy! Much better with a belly full of nummies, huh?”

You look down, realizing what she’s talking about. You blush deeply, trying to suck it in.

“Don’t be embarrassed! I think it’s adorable!” she says, pinching your tummy, “Besides, impressing women should be the last thing on your mind!”

You feel your diaper growing warm, looking down at it reflexively. Your face burns in utter humiliation.

She laughs again. “You deserve this, you know. You deserve your incontinence. You deserve to lose your adulthood. You deserve never being with another woman in your life.”

A heavy, unbearable silence hangs over the room.

“I….I’m sorry…”

“Sweetie, I didn’t come here for an apology. I don’t care if you’re sorry. You got the life you deserve.”

She doesn’t give you a chance to explain or argue your case.

“I hope it sucks, little boy. I hope it sucks losing all your freedom and autonomy. I hope it sucks spending the rest of your life in diapers. And I hope it sucks seeing beautiful women knowing you’re nothing but some pathetic baby to them. You thought you were such a big man…you’ll never feel like a man again.”

You stand up, wanting to run as far away from her as possible. As you do, your diaper droops dangerously low, stopping you from running.

“Where do you think you’re going, mister?”

Two minutes later, you’re hiding your face with a stuffy on the changing table.

“What’s it like, little one, having a beautiful woman about to touch your special parts?”

She rips your first diaper tab.

“But knowing it has nothing to do with big boy fun?”

Your second tab rips.

“Because she’s not there for your pleasure, is she?”

Your third tab rips.

“No, she’s changing your very thick, very soggy diaper!”

Your fourth tab rips.

“Yes, she is!”

Your diaper is pulled back, cold air rushing into your exposed parts.

She giggles. “Awwwww, hi little cutie! Don’t worry, you’ll be back safe in a diaper in a jiffy!”

She grabs some wipes, still giggling.

“Isn’t this better than fucking my best friend?” She says wiping you, “I bet it feels so good getting clean!”

She throws the wipes away.

“All clean! Isn’t this better than icky orgasms? Just a few wipes and done!”

She grabs the baby powder, holding a few feet above you.

“Time for powder! Doesn’t it smell like babyhood?”

A comical amount of powder is dumped on you.

“I want you to smell soooo clean! Because once the laxatives in your waffles hit, you’re gonna smell like poopy!”

She wipes in the powder.

“Don’t look so sad, silly! After you poop your diaper for me you’ll get right back on this table and you’ll get another few wipes! Isn’t that fun?”

She pulls up your next diaper.

“Bye bye little guy! I’ll see you in a bit when your covered in poopies!”

She tapes your diaper and pats it proudly. As she does, powder poofs out.

“There, all clean in a new diaper!”

“Can…can I have a shirt, please?” you ask.

“No, honey. I think I’ll keep you in just a diaper for now. Especially if you’re due for a poopoo.”

You huff dejectedly but don’t argue.

“Oh don’t pout! We’re gonna have fun! Your mommy tells me you have the cutest Baby Shark dance! Why don’t you show me?”

“I…no thank you.”

“I wasn’t asking, silly. Besides, you loved taking me to the club! And when are you going to get a chance to dance for a girl again?”

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