Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

the idea of having a sub pushed into a mating press with my strap nestled inside them and forcing them to beg correctly to be fucked

✨ good shit ✨

Mmmmm… Domme loves latex! *

Well-Dressed Women #27-23

Forget about the concept of “out of your league.” Where there’s a will, there’s a way, pet. You just have to find the way. Yes, that’s right. You can be with me. I like the way you look…in a collar. …and on your knees. Yes, but not nearly on your knees. Truly abase yourself. In fact, debase yourself for me. For my pleasure. What are you willing to do? A pet who surrenders his limits, now… That’s the boy I’m waiting for. Prove yourself.

The enchantress holds the hero down and fastens the bindings all along his limbs. Steel bindings with soft wool padding beneath.

When she releases him he stands up and looks down at his body. He can move freely, the bindings merely wrapped around his individual wrists, ankles, elbows and knees.

Hero: …What are you planning.

Enchantress: Oh, this way I have bound you far more effectively than I ever could with traditional bondage. You will see.

She approaches.

Enchantress: As you walk around town, trying to live your life, the others will see you, and know you’ve been caught by me. Even walking freely, the world will see you as captured. One glance at these cuffs and belts and they will know.

She places one hand on his hip and the other to the side of his face. He shudders, but dares not retreat.

Enchantress: Monsters who see you will flee instead of fight, knowing better than to mess with my belongings. Warlocks and wizards will steer clear, bandits will allow you through without battle. And each time you will know it is because I will it.

The hero swalloes as the enchantress’s face approaches his own. She pulls him into a kiss. Then an embrace as she whispers into his ear, resting her head against his shoulder…

Enchantress: And each time, you will feel more and more as a belonging. It will become your truth. Your identity. Your greatest desire. And your resistance will become weaker and weaker against your new moniker.

Hero: N-no…

Enchantress: My eternal, free range slave.

The enchantress feels the hero’s erection against her thigh. She giggles and snaps her fingers.

Enchantress: Just kidding <3

The cuffs and belts immediately connect to one another, trapping the hero in helpless, humiliating, and very physical bondage.

Hero: D-DAMN IT, ENCHANTRESS!

Enchantress: Nah, all of that sounds fun for you, but from my point of view it would take way too much patience. I’m just gonna drag you into my room and fuck you, same shit as always.

She hums a merry tune as she drags the squirming boy away.

I can’t argue with that face

Well this would just terrify me ...