Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Young bride

I had a feeling letting her lock me in chastity was a bad idea, but being the lifelong submissive boy I was, I had allowed her to do it shortly before our weekend getaway.

After three days, I was going crazy with lust. As a wealthy man with a beautiful young bride, a woman who’d been my secretary prior to our dating and getting married (we’d been married a month) I believed myself entitled to pleasure whenever I wanted it. Even though she’d agreed to cater to my submissive desires, she’d always ended all dominance “play” when I’d requested it.

But it had been three days since she’d locked up my penis, and now, we were on my boat together, and she looked so provocative in her bikini. When I’d asked to be released, she had smiled, put handcuffs on my wrists behind my back (she knew I loved bondage) and made me sit down. She sat across from me, looking so beautiful, and smiled at me.

“It’s time for some truth,” Lana began. “Ever since we started dating, I have waited for the perfect moment, and I think this is it. You, there, wearing only swim trunks and a chastity cage, handcuffed and helpless, trembling with desire for your young wife. Now is the time.”

I swallowed. “What do you mean, Lana?”

Her face became stern. “No more talking from you until I command it. In a few moments, your naked body will be lying across my thighs and I will be giving you the first real, authentic spanking of our relationship. After the spanking, you will kiss my feet and surrender yourself to permanent chastity enslavement, and sign over your company and your assets to me - I’ve already drawn up the papers. Once I own everything, including you, we will return to our home, where I’ve already replaced the house staff with all females, all of whom will now hold authority over you for the rest of your life. Of course, I am the Queen Supreme, but any order any female gives you, you will obey, and you will never leave the house again, it is your prison.”

I felt tears in my eyes. She wasn’t joking, I felt the truth of it in my heart, and my loins. Despite the terror, my cage twitched. She giggled.

“I see part of you likes being enslaved,” Lana told me. “I knew you would. Now, on your knees, kiss my feet and let’s make this official. Ask me to spank you.”

I trembled, and when I stood to kneel, she whisked off my trunks. I was naked as I kissed her dazzling feet.

“Please, Miss Lana,” I said, my voice barely a whisper, my old life slipping away with each word. “Please spank me.”

I hope this will correct your behavior.

I’m telling this one as p was drunk at the time : ). He used to get drunk quite a lot and have all sorts of hilarious adventures trying to get home, but that’s all stopped now he's UNDER MY CONTROL. Not that I’m a good example :)!

One Christmas many years ago, following our firm’s Christmas lunch, a crowd of us (including p) went on to a bar in Covent Garden. p was looking the worse for wear and one of the girls had taken him outside for some fresh air and a rest. There were four or five of us Ladies there, but we sat him on the end and only me and one other girl could hear him properly.

Being a mischievous young Minx : ), I decided to get him talking about his love life, fully expecting him not to have one. At the time we thought he was really straight and very shy, except when he came out with us and then got plastered. It was fun to get him to spill his guts when he was like that.

We learned that he was "doing the personals" and had been on a lot of dodgy dates. He told us a great story about a lady in Hayes who basically kidnapped him, but I’ll have to leave that for another time. The really interesting bit was when he started telling us that he had been corresponding with dominant Ladies. Well, that made my ears prick up, I can tell you.

He told us some cock and bull story about accidentally advertising for an “assertive woman”, not realising that this was code for a dominatrix, then getting letters from women who wanted to be his “Mistress”. He said that most of them were sex workers, but one was a lifestyle domme and he corresponded with her “out of curiosity”.

I didn’t buy his account about how this correspondence started, but I could see he was telling the truth about the correspondence itself. He went into some details about the lady and what she had been saying and it seemed quite genuine. It was obvious that he was a sub and had been using the personals to search for his domme. That intrigued me. Our p wasn’t so straight after all! He was a secret kinkster!

This was a juicy bit of gossip among some of the girls for a while afterwards, until we moved on to something new. We never really pursued it any further with him at the time. I think the general feeling was that he was a bit odd and best kept at arm's length. Nevertheless, I remained curious.

A few years later, p started trying to persuade other people at work to go to see a burlesque show put on by a Lady he said he knew. Now to most people, the idea of p knowing a Lady burlesque performer at all was just ridiculous. Knowing his kinky side, however, I believed he might and I set out to discover what the relationship was between them.

I waited for another work social event and when he was suitably sozzled, I got him in a corner and interrogated him. He was actually quite keen to talk about her. He told me he had wanted to experience the “wilder side” of life (just out of “curiosity”, of course) and this Lady had agreed to introduce him to BDSM. Again, behind the cover story was the truth that he was going to her for BDSM sessions, which I found fascinating.

I asked for the gory details about what they had been getting up to and p was fairly forthcoming (though I have learned since that he left a lot out). I remember he told an amusing story about her dripping hot wax on his naked body in a hotel room and him getting the giggles; but he also told some darker stuff too, such as when she took him to a “dungeon” and whipped him for so long he went into shock.  

To be honest, that one turned me on, especially when he told me that he insisted he was okay and begged her to continue if she wished. But my interest at that time was mainly voyeuristic. I never thought of actually dominating p myself. I had virtually no experience of BDSM and tended to date typical so-called “alpha males”, who were all about f**king and would never have dreamed of submitting to a woman.

P was very different. It wasn’t just kink. He was sweet and submissive and very supportive of his female colleagues. He was also quite the feminist for a male. He had one special female friend at work he used to hang out with and who he seemed to be particularly submissive to. She was an older, married Lady and some of us used to joke that he was her “work-wife”. She used to say that he had a stronger feminine side than any other male she had known.

Ok, that's all for now. P can make a suitable picture.

N x

I see baby oil, a hairbrush, an electric-toothbrush, and a vibrator in her future.

Power Exchange ideas with your little

Take away their adult privileges when they get home.

Restrict screen time

Make them ask for food, littles need help to get those things!

Make them change into a diaper, pull-ups or training pants to enforce the fact that they are little and need this just in case. You should probably help them into their little gear too tops!

Ask them if they need to go to the bathroom periodically, especially before car ride or when out in public, make them go potty even when they say they’re fine. Do they really know? Can you really trust a littles judgement? :P

Stop them when they try to do things for their selves and remind them just how small they are.

Run their bath for them, even if they don’t want to have a bath! You’re their caregiver, you take care of them and make these decisions for them!

Give a list of chores to do while you’re away, punish/ground them if they don’t follow through.

If they’ve been on the computer for too long stop them. They’re too little to spend that much time on a computer, coloring in a coloring book is more appropriate for somebody their age.

Encourage them when being little, remind them that it is okay to be little around you ♡

Be sincere in your interest when they are being little, playing, coloring etc.

Understand that your little is not a slave and isn’t going to be as easily told to do things like a slave might. Expect some resistance at times they are the child in this, they do pout and fuss.

You are their caregiver, so care for them as if they were a child, and make sure that they know that they are the child here. That’s the whole point of a power exchange relationship in this context.