Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Locked: 10 days

Last orgasm: 11 days

It takes me about two weeks after an orgasm to reach the zone of deep devotion to my mistress. When I get horny in the first two weeks, my mind seeks another release. After that, my longing fades and I truly focus on pleasing my mistress, which, when successful, leaves me satisfied as well as horny in pure bliss. In this state, her control over me intensifies: A nipple flashed, a toe wiggled, or her tongue flickering across her lips is enough to send me all over her until she pushes me away, glowing with pride to be the object of such pure desire. So while I didn’t complain about the weekly orgasms my mistress granted me lately, I still asked her to extend my next release.

Last night, she ordered me into bed early. We started to make out. I sucked her nipple while pinching the other. Eagerly, I planted light kisses down her body, but she pulled me up again, grabbed her cock and placed the tip against her moist pussy.

„Mistress,“ I said, „if you ask me to enter you now, I will be finished in two minutes. Please don’t embarrass me.“

She sighted and let go. I grabbed one of the benzocaine-filled condoms I kept next to the bed and put it on. Luckily for me, she now allowed me to go down on her so that the condom could work its magic while I licked my mistress to her first orgasm. After she came on my face, I kissed my way slowly up her body and entered her. Her cock was numb enough so that I could push hard and fast, letting my lust run loose. Quickly, I turned her around to fuck her doggy style, my favorite position. My mistress seriously gets off on it while I only get light pleasure out of it and thus can go on until she is fully satisfied. I took her as hard as I could, feeling an orgasm build. I realized if she ordered me to ejaculate, I would cum at her command. My mistress however was too caught up in her own lust to waste any thought on her sex-slave.

Finally, she pushed her self off her dick and collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. I wasn’t done yet however, massaged her back until some strength returned, then entered her again with her legs up my neck. She didn’t last long, then pushed me away with her feet and crawled to her side of bed.

„But I didn’t cum yet,“ I said playfully.

„Ooh,“ she sighed. „Oh no boy, you are not coming today.“

„Please mistress,“ I begged, convinced now she would deny me.

„After that performance, you won’t cum for a long time,“ she said, her eyes already closed.

Happily, I spooned her and we fell asleep. Well, my mistress slept. I woke up several times, cock hard and pressed between our naked bodies, enjoying being back in my happy zone at the mercy of a satisfied mistress.

Night Classes

“Daddy said you were a good worker. But I’ll decide just how good. You know what I want…..start at the heels and we’ll take it from there.”

Sienna Miller

Hi! I love your writing so much!

Can I request a villain who is in love with or obsessed with the hero's sidekick and tries to get the sidekick to leave the hero and join the villain instead? Thanks!

"I'll let them go," the villain said. "If you join me."

The hero's sidekick glanced through the one-way glance, at their hero trapped and powerless. It was happening with increasing frequency and creativity.

"You know." The sidekick folded their arms. "You could just...call when you want to see me. Invite me for dinner. Like a normal person."

"We're not normal people." The villain's eyes were intent, glowing with passion. "There is no one in the world like us."

"Yes, but this special snowflake still enjoys a chai latte as much as the next sheep in the line."

"You also like me kidnapping people for you. Proving my skill." The villain rounded the lair. "I would hardly expect you to join me without a proper look at my resume."

"Uhuh." The sidekick raised their brow.

"Also. Please." The villain reached into a hidden alcove, and pulled out a cup. "I did get you a chai latte. It's cold outside."

"You're a sweetheart." The sidekick blinked at them. "Heavens forbid I get cold during a hostage negotiation."

"Or dehydrated! Raspy cries for help don't translate well in footage. No one can hear you properly."

The sidekick snorted before they could stop themselves, and then hated themselves for finding it funny. The hero would be so disappointed in them.

The villain stopped a metre away, and held out the cup, waggling it with gentle temptation. "I got extra cinnamon for you."

The sidekick accepted it after a moment but didn't drink. "I don't like you kidnapping people for me."

"Sure you do. Gives you all of the excuses to surrender that you normally have to bravely refuse. I had to kiss them," the villain widened their eyes, "they had a hostage! It was for the greater good!"

The sidekick's stomach squirmed, uncomfortable with just how right the villain was. "I thought you wanted me to join you, not kiss you?"

"Primarily join. But I won't say no to kisses, if you'd like to offer them. They're very good for morale."

The sidekick took a sip of chai to avoid snorting with inappropriate laughter again. Bad. Very bad. This was serious.

Except, well. The villain never tried to kill the hero, perhaps because they realised that would cross a line and destroy all possible hope of the sidekick joining them. They never even seriously hurt them.

"So." The villain folded their arms in turn, leaning against the one-way glass, trying painfully hard to look casual and failing with endearing terribleness. They looked as hopeful as a puppy. A very deadly puppy. "What do you think?"

"I wouldn't have made the glass one way. Hostages are more effective when they can see you and plead."

"See." The villain smiled. "This is why I need you."

"I'm pretty sure you leave flaws in your plans just to see if I can unpick them."

"Well, every job interview has tasks."

"Oh, you're interviewing me now? I thought you were going for blackmail."

"We'd be unstoppable together."

"Flattery and blackmail. Classic combination."

"I've missed you," the villain said, more seriously. "I've missed this. When I heard you got hurt..." They trailed off.

The sidekick took another sweet sip of their drink to try and wipe away the sudden bitterness in their mouth. The acrid fear. The helpless fury.

"I'd never let you get hurt like they did," the villain murmured. "You're much too precious."

"They didn't mean for it to happen."

"You weren't their priority."

"Of course not. I'm there to help rescue people, not be rescued."

"Are you even fully recovered yet?"

The sidekick said nothing. They focused on the soothing heat of the cup against their palms.

"Join me," the villain said, losing the casual posture too. "They'll find another sidekick. They don't need you. Not like I-" The villain stopped.

The sidekick's shoulders slumped. They took a step closer, setting the cup down on the table to free up their hands, so the villain wouldn't see it tremble in their shaky hold.

"No," they said.

The villain's expression blanked, protected itself.

The sidekick continued. "No, the hero doesn't need me. But the people around them do. They'd be worse than you without someone like me around, you know that. And I..." It was the sidekick's turn to falter. "I'd be a terrible person without them to keep an eye on. You know the worst bits of me too well. I never have to pretend anything with you, do I?"

"And you want to pretend."

"I need to."

"You want to."

"Yeah. Fine." The sidekick's mouth felt too dry, too dehydrated, all the same. "I like pretending to be a good person. It almost feels like I actually am one, or could be."

"You're too hard on yourself."

"And you are much too kind to me."

"Someone has to be."

"Are you going to make me fight you to free them?"

"I think it will do you good not to hold back for once. Would that be kind or cruel?" the villain asked.

The sidekick didn't know. They flexed their fingers restlessly at their sides, and glanced at their hero through the glass again. So righteous. So single-mindedly heroic that it was almost a fault. Kind or cruel? The sidekick didn't know that one either. Their throat tightened. The healing wounds on their body ached as they faded. 

"Come have dinner, then," the villain said, with a note of pleading. "Blame me. They can stew awhile. They're safe. Have you eaten today?"

"I've been...busy." The sidekick felt a little dazed.

"Yeah." The villain reached out, and took the sidekick's hand like they were touching something fragile, drawing their attention back too. "Let's have dinner."

The sidekick managed a nod. They let themselves melt, just for dinner, just for a moment of something real. 

The sidekick staged a rescue after that.