Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

9 ingredients for taming your slave, results guaranteed…

1. CHASTITY

Lock its genitals in order to restrict access. Make sure it is chaste most of the time, free only in your presence from time to time. This way, its body parts become your property and it is unable to play with itself, which ALL men do.

2. INSPECTIONS

This might seem like unnecessary play only but it is not. It send a strong impulse to its mind about who is in charge and has unlimited freedom. Do it on regular basis.

3. ROUTINES

Routines are very important, any kind of routine. To begin with, decide upon a daily routine with which it will show its respect and humility to you. Make sure there will be no skipping on routines.

4. DISCIPLINE

This is a complete must, done on daily basis. Discipline is the most essential ingredient. It doesn’t need to “deserve it”, it is simply necessary. Find the time and the will every day.

5. TEASE, EDGING, DENIAL

Having and keeping its balls full will ensure its full attention towards you. It will make it beg and it will make it soft on its mind. Have you tried it for hours? No? Try it. Bigger balls equals more obedience and willingness to do anything for you.

6. RUINED ORGASMS

Your slave needs to cum and it will do anything to cum. You will allow it to cum on occasion but you will also slowly take away its right to have that pleasure. Ruin iits orgasms often and make it thank you. In time you could easily have it pleasure-less and without actual orgasms, up to you. Remember, an orgasm is not a right, it is a health necessity. It is not a reward either. Yours are important and only orgasms that should be cherished.

7. HUMILIATION

As bad as this might sound, subtle ways of humiliation are extremely effective. It needs it, it wants it. Do it. Find ways, decide up on them and act upon them. Humiliation makes it more humble. Then humiliate some more, subtly.

8. USE IT, MAKE IT FEEL USED

slaves like being treated like objects or toys. So that’s just what you need to do, use it for your pleasure and needs and then simply discard it. It’s a play, nothing more but it works just fine. Make sure you train yourself for such acts properly, in order not to appear silly.

9. EMASCULATION & PEGGING

Chastising your slave is the begging of emasculation. Pegging is another great way to emasculate. Make it your bitch, bring out its feminine side. Bringing out its feminine side works beautifully in favor of emasculation. Emasculation kills the ego every man has. Ego is an absolute enemy. 

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Today's release is postponed. No, no reason. Your behavior is adequate for release. I just like to do this to you. Because I can.

What's the longest relationship you've ever had with a boy *without* locking him up forever?

Not long enough! I think longest-lasting boy was three boyfriends ago. He lasted about three months before curiosity got the best of him. He was a pretty big talker and loved to make fun of the boys I keep locked. Motorcycle dude. You know the type. The more he learned about what I do to boys, the more hilarious he thought it all was. In fact he got in trouble several times in the court of Agni because he kept mocking the guys who came to see me for their unlocking.

We were messing around after dinner one evening; he was naked and trying to get me off the computer and into bed. While he waited, annoyed, he absentmindedly fiddled with the cage that I keep on display. He was pretty familiar with it because he loved to twirl it on one finger and grin like a wolf any time a locked boy was present.

Him: “I don’t think I’d even fit in one of these things.”

Me: “You would.” I was only half aware of him, busy with my work.

Him: “How do you know?”

Me: “I’ve personally put that thing on hundreds of dicks. I know exactly what size of dick it fits.”

Him: “Are you saying I have a small dick?”

Me: “I’m saying you’re a big dick and that you have an average sized penis.”

Him “No way…”

He put it next to his flaccid penis, sizing it up.

Him: “See. I’m too long.”

Me: “By a quarter inch. That’s just the right size.”

Him: “It’s not wide enough.”

Me: “It is.” I went back to my emails.

I didn’t notice what he did next. After several minutes he sort of huffed.

Him: “Huh. I guess it does fit.”

My attention was suddenly yanked from the computer.

Me: “You didn’t!”

Him: “What? I just wanted to see if it would fit. I didn’t lock it.”

Me: “Jeff! It doesn’t matter! You put that on your dick! It already changed you. Your brain is being rewired so fast right now and you’re just sitting there. Take it off! Now!”

Him: “Ha ha! Whatever! I’m not like one of your idiot circus freaks. I’m just messing around. Sheesh.”

Me: “Then why haven’t you taken it off?”

Him: “Because it bugs you that I’m wearing it. It doesn’t hurt and it’s not hurting anything.”

Me: “Of course it doesn’t hurt. It feels fantastic, doesn’t it? It feels like nice cool grip on your cock.” I slid from my computer chair to sit next to him on the love seat. I ran my hand up his leg toward the cage. “Jeff, if you don’t take this off now I can’t be held responsible for what it’s going to do to you.”

I remember his face in that moment very clearly. It was the face of pleasure drunkenness. He was trying to macho if off but the dumb little smile and dilated pupils told me what I was afraid of. It was too late for Jeff. He snorted at my assertion but still didn’t take the cage off.

Me: “And if you think that feels good, you have no idea. You haven’t really experienced it until you feel the cool metal ring slide behind your balls. There’s nothing like it. With the whole thing on it feels so snug and so perfect.”

He turned the ring over and over in his hands, considering my words.

Him: “No, I know what you’re doing. No thanks. I’m bored. Can we have sex now?”

Me: “Sure! Just take it off, Jeff.”

Him: “You take it off.”

Me: “Jeff, I know you want to feel the ring. You’re going to start getting hard any second and it’ll be too late. Now or never, Jeff.”

Him:  “Fine! But then we have sex.”

Me: “Sure.”

He slid it around the base of his cock and I helped him close it up without pinching him. I put the lock in the hasp but didn’t lock it.

Him: “It actually does feel pretty good.” He adjusted the cage and hefted it. He played with it a little, jiggling it and bouncing it to get a feel for it. “Kind of like a really deluxe cup or something…but better.” He stood up to walk around in it. He hopped a bit and jogged in place. I remember giggling at naked Jeff jogging in my living room. “It’s sort of heavy but it’s amazing how it hugs the body. I thought it would fall off but it’s just, bam! Just right there.”

Me: “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Him: “Actually, yeah. Feels great.”

Me: “You don’t want to take if off, do you?”

Him:  “I could wear it for a while if I had to.”

Me: “Could you? I don’t know, Jeff. You aren’t exactly the patient type.”

Him: “I’m patient! I put up with you, don’t I? I could wear this for a long damn time.”

Me: “You couldn’t last two days in that thing. You’re not as strong as the weakest of my boys.”

Him: “Not strong?! Care to make a bet?”

Me: “Sure! Two days. No asking for release. If you make it I owe you twenty bucks and a blowjob. If not, then you wear if for a weak.”

Him: “You’re on!”

I motioned to the lock and he snapped it shut. I could see the little latch in his brain flip at the same instant, as if that was what made the “snap” sound. He got that drunk-looking vacant expression as he tugged at the cage, that face that I love so much, the expression of a man who is slowly coming to grips with the fact that he no longer has access to his favorite member, the realization of true loss of control.

Me: “Ok, now on to the sex that I promised. And since your cock is occupied with his new metal girlfriend I guess you’ll just be going down on me this time.”

You already know what happened to Jeff, don’t you good reader? He didn’t last two days. He lasted about 18 hours before he begged me to take it off so he could “nut”. I don’t think he even realized he was losing the bet when he did. It didn’t help that I wore yoga pants and a low-cut, tight-fitting top around the house the whole weekend and kept bending over in front of him with every opportunity. Woops!

Jeff and I stayed together for another month but his love affair with chastity grew out of control faster than he expected. By the time I finally let him down easy, he didn’t really even care that I was breaking up with him. All he seemed to care about what that I continued to be his keyholder to help him through, to support him in his transition to extended chastity. I was glad to do it and to add his key to my collection–just another locked boy.

PS: I’ve been seeing a new man lately. We’re taking it very slow. So far he’s lasted a couple months without succumbing to the lock. Root for him, guys!

PPS: Hey Jeffy! You say you don’t have a tumblr account but I know you perv me on here all the time. I hope your new metal girlfriend is treating you well! I do miss your cock on occasion but not nearly as much as you do.💋

I'm publicly a very Alpha vanilla man. But i've been single for a while and started watching kinky porn. I'm finding myself inexorably drawn towards male chadtity, but I don't want to be. How can i stop being turned on by the idea of being locked up?

Do you really want me to tell you or do you want me to lure you in deeper? For instance, have you ever felt the cool sensation of a steel cage sliding over your cock? It’s quite a fascinating experience and I love to savor it through a boy’s eyes every time I lock a nice penis up. A cock loves to get into tight places and a chastity cage is no exception. The metal feels slippery and smooth on your skin yet cool instead of warm. The penis tingles with pleasure inside such a home. If that weren’t enough, the cool metal of the ring sliding behind your balls feels just as amazing. So comforting, so thrilling, yet in the back of your head you know that base ring means you’re about to embark upon a journey that you can’t easily back out of.

Then the click, a vibration that you hear and feel. You see me smile. I kiss you and you know that you’re stuck.

The final mind trip is when I step back and you move your hands down to feel it. It’s such a strange sensation. Your cock feels the compression of being held, and your hand feels a cock…yet they can’t feel each other. With a gentle tug you learn how firmly attached it is to your body and how impossible it would be to pull off. You suddenly feel a surge of panic and excitement as you realize you’re trapped. You’re good and truly trapped and nobody but I can free you. Your eyes scan around for they keys that were here just a minute ago. Where are they?

I’m talking to you and the words aren’t quite sinking in. I’m kissing you and you’re trying to catch up. I’m walking out the door and you’re missing me already but you can’t find the words because 90% of your brain power is trying to comprehend not being able to orgasm freely anymore.

Then I’m gone and you’re finally alone with your precious member. Alone to ponder and worry and process. Alone to try over and over to get hard, to get some sensation, to re-learn how much stronger steel is than flesh. Alone to wonder what I’m doing and who I’m with. Alone to predict how long it will be before you get to touch yourself and how sweet that experience will taste when, or if, it happens again.

"I know it tickles but you just have to take it."

Something about that phrase just makes everything more sensitive.