Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

One minute to stroke that pathetic cage of yours. Then back to no touch again for the foreseeable

Making a Scene...for Fun

We didn't do much on Sunday that you'd be interested in, but there was one notable exception: an(other) incident of very public, in-your-face humiliation play.

We took a long walk in a different direction to our usual routes and ended up in an area neither of us knew. Before making the journey back, we stopped at a pub for drinks. It looked okay from outside, but we soon found that it didn't welcome strangers and the customers (mainly male) seemed to be largely snobs, bores and bigots.

"We're not coming here again" announced N, after 15 miserable minutes; then she had a brainwave. If we were never going to the place again, this was surely a good opportunity for some humiliation play. There were no kids about (we imagined that somebody would have complained) so our audience would be safely adult.

It would have to be brief, to avoid getting into conflict with the locals, N reasoned; and we would have to leave immediately afterwards, to avoid being thrown out; but we could get away with it. There were people just feet away (the pub was approaching half-full) but they would probably be too surprised to do anything, initially.

I have to say that I didn't want to do it. I am usually both anxious and excited in these situations, but this was one of those occasions when I just wasn't up for it at all. If there had been a specific reason, such as illness or a death in the family, N wouldn't have made me go through with it; but I just didn't feel like it.

In those circumstances, N's attitude is uncompromising: tough, you do as I tell you and you like it - and if I tell you to dance a little jig of joy afterwards, you do that too. I accept that because it's the price I have to pay for a real Mistress: sometimes you have to do what you don't want to do. Still, I felt a bit sick at the prospect.

N's plan was that, just before we finished up our drinks, she would feign a fit of temper, turn on me, then we would quickly exit with her berating me as we went. She didn't say exactly what she'd do as she wanted me to look genuinely surprised. I waited for her cue and just wanted to get it over with.

Mistress V had done something similar with me in a restaurant once - loudly accusing me of avoiding paying the bill - except that she didn't warn me at all and I thought she meant what she was saying . I was actually angry with her until she revealed what she had been doing; luckily, she acknowledged that she should have warned me first.

Suddenly, N started to raise her voice and noisily accuse me of bringing her to 'this rotten pub' for our 'anniversary treat' (!) Before I knew what was happening, she stood up, grabbed what was left of my pint of beer and threw it in my face, calling me a 'cheap bastard' then leaning across the table and spitting in my face.

I was stunned and unsure how she wanted me to react, but I started apologising. For some reason, I made no attempt to clean myself up. N (probably more conscious of the need to keep things moving) marched round the table and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. I was vaguely aware of people staring, but focussed on her.

"Come on, we're leaving. How dare you bring me here!" she complained, virtually pulling me out of my seat.

I scrambled to my feet and N started to bundle me toward the door. You might expect me to say that people's laughter was ringing in my ears, but in fact, the pub was strangely quiet apart from N abusing me. As we reached the exit, she pushed me forward and I felt her kick me up the rear to encourage me out.

"You wait till I get you home, you little sh*t", she said as she stood in the doorway; then she turned her head back slightly and, raising her voice so no-one would miss her parting shot:

"I'M GOING TO PULL DOWN YOUR PANTS AND GiVE YOUR ARSE A BLOODY GOOD ROASTING!"

She slammed the pub door behind her and then hurried us both away, occasionally looking back (I never did). When we were safely out of view from the pub, she fell on me, laughing her head off; and although I was still feeling a bit sick and a bit shaken, I started to laugh with her.

"You cheap bastard", she chuckled, referring ironically to her earlier improvised tirade, "Taking us to a sh*thole like that!"

"I'm so sorry, N" I replied, joining in on the joke this time: "On our anniversary too!" She hugged me close and giggled into my shoulder and I started to feel a little better about what we had done. She had clearly enjoyed it very much and I was thrilled to have pleased her, at the expense of a little bit of pride.

I'm being factual rather than romantic when I say that, as she held me, our two hearts pounded in unison. I supposed it had been pretty exhilarating, on reflection. N recoiled slightly.

"I forgot you were all wet with spit and beer" she said, giving me a playful slap. She dug in her bag and got me some tissues to clean myself up with. She started talking about the reactions of the other customers to our little scene. She seemed to have been more aware of them than me.

"Did you hear that gasp when I gobbed on you?" On reflection, I had, but I hadn't processed it. I said how surprised I was no-one had laughed.

"They seemed more shocked than anything" she observed. "Maybe they started laughing after we left. Shall we go back and see?"

I shook my head vigorously. "I'm not going there again".

"Unless I say so", she corrected me.

"Unless you say so" I agreed and I was rewarded with a little squeeze of my hand.

You might imagine that we would have gone onto a BDSM session when we got home; oddly, we didn't. In fact, we just ate dinner, chatted and listened to music.

The only other BDSM related incident took place just before I left for home, when N locked me back in my (chastity) cage as she wants me to be wearing it when I go round LJ's later this week. Clasping my jaw with one hand, she told me that she was relying on me to be 110% loyal to her when I was with her sister.

"If she decides she wants oral, you give it to her and you make bloody sure you satisfy her; but that's it. Remember at all times that you belong to me. Can you do that for me?"

I assured her, quite sincerely, that that was something I would never, ever, forget. She grinned and gave my genitals a proprietorial squeeze.

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[Image from an internet search. Our version was not nearly so spectacular, even if it did silence a pub]

Request ✅ - @cuzimacomedian

Rhea Ripley x reader

Genre - Smut

Warnings: Mommy kink, cursing, Choking, overstimulation, bdsm, nipple play, oral (receiving and giving), gagging, spitting

It's well known to never tease Rhea Ripley. Despite her having a sweet personality outside of WWE, she is still Rhea Ripley. She is a nightmare both inside and outside of character.

So teasing her isn't the best thing to do. Mostly for fun and entertainment.

You should've known this. But you chose to push her buttons from the moment you two woke up in the morning, to when you went to the gym, and all the way back home. Hell you even disrupted movie night with your constant teasing. The more you did it, the more irritated she got.

You where pushing her over the edge.

And well, you now find yourself slipping off the edge as a ball gag sits between your teeth, tears flowing down your cheeks, writs and ankles restrained against the cotton bed frame. Your thighs where streaked Ted with whip marks, the leather striking down on your (F/C) panties, causing a pleasured cry to muffle through the gag.

Your back arched, darkness flowing your vision unable to see through the black silk blindfold. You couldn't see Demi, as she stood above you, dominance flowing from every inch of her skin. She was still fully clothed in her leggings and black hoodie, hair slicked back with sweat and glasses sitting on the top of her head. Ocean blue eyes where staring at you as if you where a meal given to her at a high end restaurant.

Dropping the whip she placed her knee on the bed pushing herself up and crawling over top of you, grasping her thigh lifting it slightly. Her large hands skimmed down your thighs undoing the right ankle restraint allow your foot to flow free and hit the silk purple sheets sitting below the both of you. She lifted your thigh examine the wet patch of fabric sitting between your legs.

You begged her to touch you, but it came out muffled. The more you spoke the more saliva spilled down your chin mixing with your pleasured tears. The sight made Demi groan in pleasure, hands tearing your panties to shreds causing whines to escape your throat.

Cold hair struck your most sensitive area, hips lifting begging a to be touched as slick escaped from your core, lubricating her fingers. She poked at your clit, slowly lowering herself and lifting your thighs so they rested over her shoulders, tongue sneaking out and licking up along your core. A muffled moan escaped you, head turning to the side as you felt her tongue and lip take you in.

Pleasure filled your whole body, her tongue entering and escaping your gaping hole, pink lips wrapping around your clit torturing it, sucked on it like a vaccume.

Your back arched, a tightness filling your stomach, and just as it was about to let go, she stopped. Demi moved away causing high pitched whines to leave your gagged lips. Cries escaping you, hips arching begging for her to continue her actions.

But she didn't.

Instead the gag was forced away from your lips, saliva connecting your lips to it. She tossed it aside grabbing onto your (H/L) (H/C) forcing your head to sit straight. You could feel her movements, knees hitting against your shoulders. She was bare now, when she disclosed, you have no idea, but the moment her pussy touched your lips you got to work on her.

Your tongue moved along her core head lifting to taste every inch of her. Her moans kept you going, lips sucking and pulling at her clit begging for her to come in your mouth. She moaned grabbing at your hair gripping it, hips grinding into your face, using you as her personal fuck toy.

She came to a stop, moaning, head falling back as her cum leaked into your open mouth. You swallowed whining as she slid back, hand pressing into your cheeks forcing your mouth to open.

"stick your tongue out." she ordered. You obeyed tongue falling out moaning when you felt her spit leak onto it. "Swallow it." she growled. You once more obeyed, swallowing the spit moaning in pleasure. She slapped your cheek causing a whine to escape your throat. "P-please mommy... P-please f-fuck me.." you cried.

"You want mommy to fuck you? Do you deserve it??" she whispered. "I-im sorry!! I was a b-bad g-girl! P-please m-mommy I've l-learned my l-lesson.." you cried out. You could hear her chuckle then stand up go retrieve something. The sound of a drawer opening made you whine, and soon she was back on the bed. The sounds of something clicking into place could be heard throughout the room.

What you she picked was unknown to you. But you didn't care what she chose, you just wanted her to do something.

The blindfold was pulled from your (E/C) and tossed aside with the ball gag. Meeting her ocean blue eyes with begging eyes made her smirk. The feeling of the strap pushing into your tight hole caused a moan to escape your. Hands twerking and grasping onto the ropes holding you hostage to the bed. Back arching up in pleasure.

You let out a pleasured scream once she slammed into you, a groan escaping the wrestler as the vibration pushed into her own pussy. Curses escaped you as she began thrusting in and out of you, her right hand wrapping around your throat gripping it tightly, but not too tight to leave a bruise or any sign of pain.

She only wanted you to feel pleasure, never pain.

She leaned down kissing you roughly, hips slamming into your own. The sounds of moans and skin on skin was the only thing that could be heard throughout the apartment. The strap wasn't necessarily large, but it was cock with wedges on it, causing the number to graze along your pussy walls and your clit each time she thrusted in.

Demi knew your every weak spot, and knew where to strike to get you to cum. But she didn't want you to come, no she edged you over and over, until finally her hips didn't stop moving as your stomach tightened, and finally burst. Your hips back back lifted, moans escaping your lips. Your knees dug into her waist, holding her in place as they shook in pleasure.

As you came down, sweat covered your body as you lay in exhaustion. She undid the restrains around your wrists, slowly pulling out causing a whine to escape. Demi undid the strap and set it aside to be cleaned later on. She walked into the bathroom, the sound of the bath water turning on could be heard. Then the scent of roses and lavender filled the air causing a light hum to escape your lips.

Demi walked back into the bedroom lifting you up bridal style carefully taking you into the bathroom. She set you down on the edge of the tub, getting on her knees and very gently cleaning you cunt and thighs. After this she stood up and coaxed you into the bathtub, the steaming water causing your muscles to relax, head falling back against the wall, which soon turned to Demi's shoulder.

Demi whispered soft praises to you, as you relaxed against her shoulder. Her arms wrapped tightly around your waist holding you between her legs, soft lips pushing into your cheeks, shoulders, neck, and forehead. Her and the scent of calming salts sent you into paradise, a smile appearing on your face.

Despite your teasing and her punishments, she still takes care of you. Aftercare is a necessity in this relationship, especially after angry sex or punishments.

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