Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Just a quickie

The enchantress smiles at the wary hero after ambushing him in his tent… She approaches him with hero arms open to her side, indicating she has no hidden weapons and nothing to hide…

Enchantress: How about we make this interesting? I won’t cast a single spell until you get an erection.

Hero: What?

Enchantress: In fact, I won’t even touch below your waist until you’re so rock hard I can see your bulge through your thick clothes…

Hero: That’s ridic-!

Before he can react she has swept him off his feet. He lands on the soft tent floor, her hand protecting the back of his head from the hard landing. Her face inches from him. Her smile smug, her eyes lost in fondness and anticipation. He swallows nervously…

Hero: I have more control of myself now… In your bed, maybe I can’t resist you… But here on the rough and uncomfortable earth you cannot manipulate me…

The enchantress chuckles, not replying. She simply grasps his head with her hands and kisses him…

Her smell, her taste…

Hero: N-no…

Enchantress: Mmm~ Look at that, hero. It looks like I’ve broken that “control” of yours…

It’s slow but inevitable. The hero’s pants raise, a hill growing. He blushes in humiliation.

The enchantress lightly fondles the bulge. The hero struggles, but he’s held down with her magic… The hard and rough earth beneath him seems to fade away and he’s lying on a soft bed of light…

He can no longer resist her…

The enchantress lays down fully on top of him. Childishly, she enjoys the feeling of his erection against him, purposely shuffling her body over him to feel more of it, and enjoying the embarassment on the hero’s face.

The great warrior who has stoically fought horrors all across the kingdoms, reduced to squirming and groaning…

Enchantress: You are afraid…

The hero looks into her bright eyes. He is magically and hypnotically captivated… His voice a whisper…

Hero: I am…

Enchantress: Why are you afraid?

Hero: I’m so afraid of you… Of what torment you have in store…

The enchantress chuckles, approvingly.

Enchantress: I have many kinds prepared…

Hero: No…. Please…

Enchantress: There’s no mercy for you. Don’t waste time begging. Just move on to the next topic… What else are you afraid of?

Hero: … Of how you’ll … break me next…

Enchantress: So many possibilities… You have so much pride I can crumble… What else?

Hero: I’m always afraid of how small you make me feel..

Enchantress: You must learn.

Hero: How powerful you are…

Enchantress: More than you can comprehend.

Hero: How effortlessly you always win…

Enchantress: And I always will.

Hero: That you might leave me one day…

The enchantress pushes herself up. She looks down, straight into his eyes. She frowns shaking her head.

Enchantress: Mm mm. No. Not that one. That is the one torment I forbid you from feeling.

Hero: I’m sorry… You’re just so important to me, so beautiful, so out of my pay grade-

Enchantress: I won’t allow that. You will never feel that fear again.

One hand pressing against his chest, the other cupping the side of his face, she presses her forehead against his. Her hair falls, covering the two faces in a curtain of privacy. The hero has no choice but to stare into her hypnotic, beautiful face, and deep into a trance of love and lust…

Enchantress: Never… again…

Hero: N-never… again…

With that she smiles and relaxes, resuming her romantic power play.

And some more lashes in the usual position

never go without that feeling of having your man fuck you senseless. make him wear a strap-on to fuck you. this will drive him crazy. being so close, yet so far. watching you get fucked but not with his cock. sometimes my husband gets so into it that he will actually cum while still locked! that's how i know his pleasure has finally gone from his selfish desires to fully committed to my pleasure.

There really is no down side. his strap-on is always hard, never cums before i do, and stays hard for as long as i need it to. plus it comes in all different sizes and even vibrates!

it's already super humiliating and frustrating for him, but don't stop there! add insult to injury!

really get into it! moan and scream while you take his strap-on like you've never done for his actual cock.

be sure to verbalize how nice it feels inside you!

tell him that you're never going to unlock him

tell him that allowing him to fuck you this way is his reward for good behavior!

make him beg you to keep him locked

make him thank you for allowing him to fuck you

tell him to just imagine that he could be fucking you like this if it wasn't for his cage and tease him that he'll never get to fuck you "normal" again!

tell him this is his new normal way of fucking

really embarrass him by stopping after a certain period of time and making him switch to a larger dildo (preferably one much larger than him).

make him jerk off his strap-on as if it were his real cock. take a picture or a video for extra humiliation and playful blackmail.

tell him, that he's next and when you're ready, put on your own strapon and give him a fucking too.

if you're somewhere where others could hear, make sure to make a lot of noise. tell him that you think it's funny that people hearing this probably think he's the one fucking you but it is funny to you that he's the one receiving.

smack his ass and treat him like a real slut.

Billy’s future

NOTE: This scenario is a fantasy continuation of this post from a friend of mine:

https://pleasemaamno.tumblr.com/post/636968272886218752/billy-had-just-learned-all-about-swearing-he-was

Billy’s heart raced as he pushed open the door slightly and peered inside his sister’s room. There was Samantha, beautiful, blond, apparently changing into her sleeping clothes for the night. Samantha was staying over with Billy’s sister Adalyn. Adalyn was in the shower and Billy was spying on Samantha for a moment, feeling himself growing more aroused by the second.

Of course, having Samantha around reminded Billy of the fateful night a few years ago when his sister and her friends had stripped him naked and spanked him for swearing, a night he’d replayed over and over in his mind - the most humiliating, yet somehow most thrilling and erotic, experience of his entire life. He hated that he had loved it so much, and felt a strange and inexplicable urge to endure another spanking from a girl.

The boy had lost sight of Samantha as he remembered the night of the spanking, and suddenly the door was pulled inward and the boy fell to the floor at Samantha’s bare feet. The girl, wearing her top but in her panties, pushed the door closed and before Billy could move, she had him pinned down beneath her.

“Let me go!” He cried, blushing at his quick capture and feeling embarrassed that he was aroused.

“Sssshhh,” Samantha urged. “Just relax, you know I’ve got you. Just surrender, Billy, you’re my prisoner now.”

Somehow, her words both calmed him and made his humiliation and arousal worse. How could that be? He relaxed beneath her.

“I surrender,” he told her. “I’m your prisoner.”

“Good boy,” Samantha told him. The boy was already shirtless - he’d been preparing to go to bed himself when he realized Samantha might be changing. She turned him over and reached for her pants nearby, and ordered the boy to put his hands behind his back. When he obeyed, she bound his wrists with her belt.

“Why are you tying me up?” Billy cried. “What if Adalyn gets out of the shower?”

“Oh, you’re her prisoner for the night too,” Samantha explained. “But I am not entirely sure you’re not going to enjoy it, at least a little.”

Samantha put him on his knees, then walked over to the bed. She sat down and looked at him.

“Now,” Samantha started. “Do you remember the night me and the other girls spanked you?”

He dropped his gaze, embarrassment filling him. “Yes.”

She paused. “I noticed that little body of yours had a bit of a reaction,” she told him. “Now it’s time to see if I can get that same reaction from you. Walk over here, and I will take off those pants of yours and put your naked body over my thighs for another spanking.”

Tears sprang into his eyes. He didn’t want another spanking, but he knew, without a doubt, it was about to happen to him anyway. He was already captured and tied up.

The boy rose on shaky legs and moved to the beautiful female. She whisked off his pants and boxers, leaving him naked before her, and then ordered him to get across her legs. Billy stared at her thighs a moment and heaved a sigh of surrender as he lay across them, feeling his privates against her smooth legs. She caressed his bottom.

“Time for you to be spanked,” Samantha told him. “And I am sure this will not be the last time you get spanked over my legs, silly Billy.”