Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

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Police Harassment

Antje jumped in her seat for a second as the siren blared out. As she glanced in the mirror she saw the blue lights flashing behind her. He wasn’t trying to pass. She looked down to the speedo, despite already knowing she was over the limit.

As she pulled over the cruiser followed suit.

A voice came over the bullhorn. “Please switch off the engine and remain in the vehicle.”

She rolled her eyes. This was the third time she’d been pulled over this month. “Here we go again…” she muttered to herself, “guess I’d better turn on the old charm….”

As officer Jackson approached her window she turned and smiled.

He stopped in his tracks, speechless. One look at her and he had already forgotten everything he was supposed to say.

She recognised it immediately. As much as any officer wants to view themselves as impartial, she knew that her on-paper, spotless license in no way reflected her adherence to speed limits. Him freezing on the spot was looking good for keeping her record clean.

“What seems to be the problem, officer?” she smiled innocently.

Officer Jackson jolted back to attention and re-composed himself.

“Licence and registration please, Ma’am!”

She duly obliged and smirked a little as he looked down at her details.

“It’s pronounced An-tya,” she giggled, pre-empting the question. “My parents were Swedish…”

He nodded.

“You might have guessed, you know… tall… blonde…” she glanced down at her chest, “other, prominent features…”

“Yeah…” his eyed fixed on her deep cleavage.

“Hey! Eyes up here, Officer!” She giggled playfully as she saw him losing focus. “You didn’t just pull me over to ask for my number did you?” She shrugged coyly. “Not that I’m not flattered, but I think that’s kind of harassment, right? Not that I’m an expert…”

“Uh… do you know how fast you were going just now?” he asked, trying to sound stern, even though he was noticeably flustered.

“Thirty five. Is that not the limit here?” She knew full well it wasn’t. Playing dumb wasn’t a legal defence, but it nonetheless worked for her regularly.

“No, Ma’am. It’s Twenty five. School zone.” he pointed off to a nearby sign.

“Oh!” she replied as if genuinely surprised. “Well… uh… maybe I should stop by and get a quick refresher on numbers then.” She smiled and giggled slightly nervously.

The giggle had the effect of making her chest jiggle, bringing his attention back down.

“I’m sorry, Officer. I promise I’ll be more careful next time.”

She could see he was checking out her tits again, and took the opportunity to return the favour. Even though he was bent over slightly, leaning on her door to talk to her she could tell he was rock hard through his uniform pants. She sniggered a little.

He tried to act stern, although now also aware of his member being stood to attention, was hesitant to ask her to step out, knowing full well he couldn’t hide it once he was stood up straight. “I’m afraid I don’t see the funny side, Ma’am.”

She stifled her laugh and smiled sultrily. “Oh… Uhh… Sorry, Officer. Guess I’m just a little nervous. I don’t get pulled over a lot.” She paused to see if he was buying it. “I’m not a hardened criminal.” She stared directly at his crotch, then back up to his eyes to let him know, she knew.

As she saw the look of embarrassment on his face she couldn’t help but laugh. He tried to adjust himself to mask the problem, but that only made his arousal more obvious. 

“Oh! Shit… Is that on?” she giggled as she realised he was wearing a body-cam. She held up her hands in mock surrender. “Don’t shoot, officer!” She suppressed her giggling as much as possible but couldn’t keep from smirking as she added, “such a big weapon you’re pointing at me…”

While there was nothing seriously incriminating on the footage, having to explain what was happening if she did challenge the ticket would make him a laughing stock if it came to light.

“Soooo…” she began, “is this the part where we come to some sort of arrangement? You know… a you let me off…. I get you off, sorta deal?”

Was she serious? It wasn’t that an offer like this never came up, it’s just that when it did, it was over something far more serious, and he’d never been tempted, purely from a risk-reward standpoint. But over a speeding ticket? With this goddess? If ever there was a victimless crime, this was it.

She could see his cock starting to strain upwards. It must have been painfully hard at that moment.

“You know… that is one of my biggest fantasies; doing it in the back of a squad car…” she purred. “Whatta ya say? Wanna make a girl’s day?”

How could he refuse? Sadly for officer Jackson, he would not get the chance.

Before she could open the door his desire got the better of him and several jets of spunk fired out into his uniform pants. Antje immediately recognised the signs as he groaned and convulsed on the spot. The wet spot made a slightly darker spot on the already dark blue.

She giggled at the sight of him and teased, “just letting me off with a warning, huh?”

She never tired of the sight of a man in uniform creaming his pants like a horny teenager. Seeing their authority and dignity stripped away so easily by her was such a high.

Officer Jackson’s face burned with shame; he’d never been so humiliated. As he felt his legs tremble in the afterglow, he new he had to get out of there. As long as there was no ticket, then no one would ever have to review the video. He desperately stumbled back to his car, hopped in and sped away as quickly as he could.

“HEY! School zone, remember?” she cheekily called after him.

With a self-satisfied smirk she slid back into her car and sighed, “and the system fails, again!”

Cuckold Angst Club

Over the next few weeks we experimented with me wearing the cage one or two days at a time and I wore it over both weekends for several days. Lindsey was annoyed that I acted like one or two days was a long time so she began edging me at least 3-5 times before putting it on.

One of my first truly chastised experiences came in a club we went to one Friday. She was dressed to kill. Super short, dark purple dress made of a light material that barely hung down below her ass. She watched me edge for a full 30 minutes before making me wedge the steel cage on. She looked at me as she put the key around her neck and said, “No matter what, this stays on for the weekend.” She jiggled the cage and smiled as she turned around to put on her shoes.

We arrived at the club and I bought us a couple of drinks. I was nervous but obviously very aroused by what was happening. She continually looked around and would lock eyes with guys. The difference between her and most girls is that she doesn’t look away. She owns you with that look. Can make a man do anything she wants, trust me. She asked me to dance with her. I knew she was going to make this hell for me but I was dying to.

Of course the beat was pounding through our bodies probably causing permanent hearing loss. The floor was pretty packed but we found a little square in the middle that was open for us. She started out facing me and had her leg in between mine and immediately I realized how short her dress really was. I could see the black thong barely covering her pussy as her dress rode up just a few inches. The way this girl moves her hips... it’s like a hypnotist casting their spell over every guy in proximity. She had her arms around my neck and kept me close. I was immediately straining against the steel.

It was a song and a half before she turned around and started grinding on me. I tried not to double over as my cock strained against the center bar at the end of the cage. I felt it digging straight into the middle of my cock and I could feel the precum being forced around it in a painful spurt. She was grinding slow and my hands lifted her dress and I ran them over her perfect ass. I started to have a sinking realization that chastity might have been a bad decision.

We danced for probably 15 minutes and she leaned in and basically had to yell into my ear, “How’s that cage feeling??” I yelled back, surprisingly with a smile, “TIGHT!” She laughed, turned her ass around while looking at me over her shoulder (with that damn lip bite she does), and began watching as she pushed her ass out and rubbed it right on my crotch. We danced for several more minutes before I had to go to the bathroom. Really badly. I told her I had to go and she motioned toward my cage and said, “Are you going to the lady’s room?” and she winked at me (obviously talking about how I have to sit to pee, for you non-chastity people) as I left her there in the middle of the dance floor.

I got in the bathroom and one stall was taken up by some girl getting her brains fucked out. Of course I got to listen to that. My cock was still straining and after I cleaned the nasty toilet seat I sat down and could hear the clanging of my lock while trying to calm down enough so I could actually pee. The unbelievably sexy sounds of the wanna be porn star next to me didn’t help. It took several minutes for my dick to even get down to where I could move it to the side of the bar to be able to pee. Finally, it happened. Ol girl was still getting reamed as I tried to conceal my cage as best as I could and then washed my hands. As I walked back to the dance floor I didn’t see Lindsey where I’d left her.

It took me several minutes to find her through the crowd. Then I spotted a familiar, tan leg partially visible past a jacked guy probably 6’4”. I looped around the edge of the dance floor and saw the purple dress I came with backed into the body of this stud. His hands were all over her body. I watched as he groped her breasts and she melted into his body. She grabbed his jeans on either side of his hips and pulled him into her and she was grinding her ass against her cock. When I first saw her she had her eyes closed and was biting her lip. I froze and just watched. Then I felt my cock spring again right into the metal bars and start straining.

One hand made its way down her body and I saw it lift her dress slightly, showing the black thong that I knew was absolutely drenched at this point. His hand slid down and gripped her crotch and her mouth started hanging open. She opened her eyes and was on a different planet. She had more lust in her eyes than I had seen since Derrick fucked her in front of me. She looked dead at me. She almost gave a half smile and I bit my lip and gave her a “sexy” smile. She turned her head up quickly and grabbed behind his head and kissed him deeply. They made out for a minute while he still rubbed her pussy. I looked at her other hand and saw it gripping his cocky through his jeans. The outline of his tool was crazy intimidating.

She finally just turned around and started full-on making out with him in the middle of the dance floor. His hands grabbed her ass and pulled up her dress up exposing most of her ass for the world to see. I felt a shooting pain through my cock as it pulsed into the metal bars. I watched for another minute before a girl broke me out of my trance with an, “Uhhh... you ok?” I snapped out of it and looked over to see a pretty attractive girl with a killer body. I couldn’t even appreciate it because I was still so in awe of what I was watching my girlfriend do.

I smiled pretty awkwardly and said, “Yeah, I’m good. Haha.” She said, “Alright, then dance with me.” This girl looked at least part Latina, was almost as tall as I am, and had on a tight red dress. She pulled me slightly by shirt to get me out onto the dance floor with her. She actually stopped me from staring at my wife constantly. She was gorgeous. We started dancing innocently enough. Within a few minutes she turned around and was starting to come back into me. Her ass was absolutely mesmerizing. I looked over and saw Lindsey still in another world with her stud, now just dancing face to face super close.

If I wouldn’t have been in the cage or in a relationship this would’ve been an amazing time... but the steel of the cage made sure I couldn’t enjoy this. I saw the girl look back over her shoulder a couple of times down toward my crotch. I’m sure she was thrown off by what was happening down there. After about 6-7 minutes of grinding on my cage she turned around and leaned in and basically had to yell over the music, “WHAT IS THAT?” In a panic I said, “WHAT IS WHAT?” She looked at me for a second and then grabbed my crotch. It was really painful because she inadvertently hit one of my nuts that was super tight thanks to my straining.

Her fingers felt over the cage and she said, “That.” I felt my heart race and my face turn bright red and I said, “Its a cage.” She arches an eyebrow and said, “...WHY?” “My girlfriend thinks it’s kinky, she keeps it there.” Not missing much of a beat she asks, “Where is your girlfriend?” I glance over to Lindsey and this girl starts laughing and says, “Oh shit... Hahahaha... she’s enjoying herself. Well, I want to get layed tonight, so... have a good one.” She walked away and I was awkwardly standing there thinking about what could have been.

A few more minutes went by and I was back at the bar but still watching Lindsey and straining like crazy. She and her boy toy were talking to each other and then I saw her turn around and start looking around, presumably for me. She finally saw me and while holding his hand drug him over to me and I could smell the sweat coming off of her. A lot of it was most likely his, of course. She was so turned on, I could see it in how her mouth was partially hanging open. She walked right up to me and said, “I need your keys. Follow us out.”

I handed her my car keys she pulled him toward the exit. I started to stumble behind them not quite sure what she had in mind. I saw him look over her shoulder at me and say something to her. All I heard was, “Don’t worry about him.” We got to my car and she unlocked it and got in the backseat. He was getting in when she turned to me and said, “Don’t let anyone bother us.” There were a ton of bars in this area and a whollllllle lot of foot traffic. He looked at me with a bit of a smirk and plenty of confusion while he closed the door.

The back windows of my car are tinted pretty dark and I couldn’t see anything but I could hear her panting and doing slight moans. The car was barely moving at this point and I stood by the door while they went at it. I could hear him laughing and her giggles afterward. The car started rocking more and more and the humiliation grew as more guys and of course the beautiful women walking by laughed and knew exactly what was happening. They looked at me with a “what the fuck?” look followed by a laugh. A couple of guys said stupid shit like, “Get it!” and a couple of sorority girls gave a “Woo woo!” as they continued by.

It seemed like forever but was probably about fifteen minutes before I heard the moaning and screaming stop. After another minute I heard some laughter and then the door pop open. Out came a hand holding a condom filled with semen. “Take care of this for us, will you, Buddy? Don’t want to fuck up your car.” I didn’t want to grab it and I stood there for a second before I took it and walked to the nearby sidewalk to throw it away.

When he got out of the car he was still shirtless. I felt like a little boy standing there. He put his shirt on while Lindsey talked to him. She looked at me and said, “Get his number.” I took out my phone and he took it to put his number in it. He handed it back to me and said, “put myself in as Big Dick John.” Just so there’s no confusion. He turned to walk away and slapped me on the shoulder and said, “Hope to see you soon buddy.”

I looked back at Lindsey and saw the sweat and bodily fluids all over my cloth backseats. She looked like she’d just run a marathon. She leaned up and said, “Baby, take me home.” She climbed into the front seat and her boob was still hanging out of her dress where he’d been gripping it. “How’s that cage feeling now?” she quipped. “Like a prison.” She laughed and said, “Aww... poor little fella.” She rubbed the cage through my pants.

When we got home she had me strip and just wearing the cage. She had her dress on still and was so sweaty and sloppy when she crawled onto my face and started riding me. She rode me for several minutes and came hard twice because she was still so turned on. She got off and lied next to me. We were relaxing and talking about how crazy hot the night was. She had my balls in her hand. She then said, “Oh, and by the way, (she started squeezing them increasingly hard) if you ever grind on another girl again without my permission I’ll crush these and we won’t need the cage. Ok?”

I swallowed and squeaked out a “Yes, Ma’am.” I stirred for hours that night with my cage crushing my attempted erection. Welcome home, penis.

i want a pretty naked boy to straddle one of my legs so i can spank him while he grinds on my thigh and makes little whimpering moans against my neck

I took my mistress to the cafe and dutifully knelt at her feet whilst she enjoyed the coffee and cake I had bought her. Afterwards, my mistress took me to the toilet and said it was time for me to have a drink.

You dont deserve the privilege of walking do you...Good luck walking in these..Looks like youll have to crawl everywhere like the baby you are 🤭