Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

“Watch this,” she said with a mischievous smile, the snapped her fingers, and I immediately dropped to my knees. A second snap and further down I went, kissing her boots with all the love and respect my goddess deserves. My face turned red and hot as I heard gasps and goggles from her friends. One said “wow, you’ve certainly got him well trained!” and another commented “that’s impressive,” and requested, “you’ll just have to share your training program with us,”.

“Well, it was quite easy, actually,” my wife replied, “in our relationship, I’ve always been the alpha, and he’s always been very much the beta. I just gave it a nudge here and there, and I found that the more demanding I became, the more obedient he became. And of course, whenever he disappointed me, he was disciplined, as harshly as I could muster. Mostly spankings, whippings, writing lines, time outs, that sort of thing, and on occasion, when he really messed up, I’d find ways to increase the pain and include some pretty extreme humiliation. I know, I know,” she continued, ”it sounds harsh, but I also reward him when he pleases me- usually, he gets to, umm…, well he calls it “worshiping” me- and he’s learned to become quite skilled with his tongue.”

“That’s his reward?” one of the ladies remarked, “I have to practically beg my husband to go down on me… ”

“Oh honey. That’s just not right. A gorgeous goddess like you? Don’t you worry, we’re gonna fix him.”, my wife responded. Then she snapped her fingers again. I’d been kissing her boots the entire time, and was grateful for a break, and returned to my kneeling position as she looked down at me, and began tenderly stroking my hair. “Honey, it’s time for you to go get changed now,” she said softly. I got up and walked to the bedroom, and proceeded to change into the outnshed left out for me- panties, a mid length pleated skirt and a fuzzy pink sweater like the one she had on. Wearing her clothes always filled me with an intense mixture of shame, humiliation, and a pleasant girly feeling that never failed to have me fully erect.

When I reported back to her, there was even more gasping and laughter than before. “Ladies,” my wife announced, the real secret ingredient to subduing and taking control of your man is humiliation, and that starts with emasculation. Once you take away his sense of manhood, and turn him into a mincing feminized sissy, he will quickly reach his breaking point, and from then on, he’s all yours, to shake and mold into the most obedient slave you could ever imagine. I’m sure some of your men will be easier to break, and others tougher, but don’t worry- I’ll be here to help you every step of the way!”

One final snap of her fingers indicated she was done with me, so I curtsied as trained and left them to talk. It was a strangely mortifying yet proud event for me. I am living my dream as a sissy slave to my superior wife.

Pride - Part 2

The email from HR was clear. Ms Kane had lodged an official complaint about you. The charge was inappropriate conduct in the office and following a brief call with them, you were formally suspended pending an investigation.

You sat back on your chair and slammed the laptop shut. All that hard work was ruined, all because you let your professional pride get in the way. Maybe you should’ve let the bitch sexually assault you….maybe you would have gained something in return. You saw it happen over and over again with others, but you were determined it would never happen to you.

Even more frustrating was the fact you couldn’t stop replaying the previous nights situation in your head. Her touch and dominance made you hard and even now, after all this, you sat with your cock erect. It was ridiculous, but you just had to wait it out……you knew that you would have to find a new job regardless.

You went back to bed and lay down. The feel of Ms Kane’s gloved hand taking your cock from your trousers and the smell of her leather in your nostrils as she jerked you off. The feeble mmmpphhs you made as she expertly edged you to the brink….it was too much and you started to wank yourself off. It was an explosive end to your self pleasure and you into the shower to clean yourself up.

As you left the bathroom to get dressed, your phone rang. To your surprise it was Ms Kane……you ignored the call, incredulous that she had the audacity to contact you. But she wasn’t taking no for an answer, and you eventually took the call after composing yourself. You were still angry and you wanted to let her know that you intended to fight this decision….

However, the call was very abrupt as she ordered you to visit her at home. She was willing to make this situation right, but only if you played along. You threw the phone on the bed and waited for her to text the address and within minutes, you were in the car. The drive was about an hour and you were working yourself up into a frenzy. Your pride had been wounded and you wanted some retribution.

Ms Kane lived in a very nice neighbourhood and as you pulled into her driveway, you saw the house was a lot larger than it appeared. Toward the side of the house was a huge iron gate, behind there was a block of stables and you saw her striding from the buildings. She was wearing a black pvc sleeveless jacket, skintight latex leggings and shiny riding boots….the gloves were equally glossy as her blonde hair streamed behind her. Her lips were pursed and cruel when she saw you.

Before you had a chance to get out of the car, she grabbed your arm and hauled you from the vehicle to the front door. She stood, glaring at you, her stance expectant of an explanation. Your fury and injustice seemed to melt away as you withered under her gaze. Regarding you with utter contempt, she turned on her heel and opened the front door, her ass tight and gleaming in those leggings…..

You walked in behind and Ms Kane suddenly reached out to grab your waist. She kissed you hard and violently, her tongue virtually down your throat as she once again took your cock out. This time you pushed against her and you were cumming within seconds. It was an orgasm of pure raw intensity and you were being milked dry. Once you had finished, she took the gloved hand covered in your semen….and ordered you to clean off your muck with your tongue. You obliged silently and took each finger of the glove in your mouth as her other hand fondled your ball sack.

Finished, you stood weakened and pathetic as she smiled. She explained that she was a little hasty in her actions yesterday and would make it up to you. She had a video call with HR in about 10 minutes and she would say she wanted to abandon the disciplinary process. You were to stay suspended for at least another week….just to allow any tensions to dissipate. In order to secure your trust, you would be present for the call yourself….but unseen of course. Ms Kane shouldn’t be fraternising with her employee at this time.

She led you into her office and she grabbed a hoodie to put on over the pvc top….HR didn’t need to know what a girl wears in her own home. She removed her gloves and ordered you lie on the floor at her feet. You were also told to remove your clothes and hold her gloves in your mouth while she was on the call. Any noises would be punished and you lay like a dog as Ms Kane’s riding boots started to press down on your genitalia. You gave a slight groan as she started to use her boots to stimulate your already stiff again cock. Her look of cruel satisfaction remained as she stared down at you.

Then the video call began…..if only HR knew.

TBC

She is a real sadist!!

Summertime Blues

“Oh, stop pouting. You got what you deserved,” she jeers.

“What? This is all your fault! You wouldn’t let me change out of my diaper at the airport!” you whine, showing her the blue wristband the hotel staff required you to wear.

“My fault?!? Did I force you to fill your diaper up with tinkles? Did I force you to waddle like a toddler? No, that was all you, sweetie,” she retorts.

Flustered, you huff and puff, stomping your feet in anger.

“Wow, baby, you’re doing everything in your power to prove you deserve that wristband!” she taunts. “I think they were right to put it on you!”

“No, they weren’t! I’m not a baby! Now I don’t even get to drink at the all-inclusive resort that I paid for!” you screech, “this is bullshit!”

“Language, honey, you better not use words like that when you’re in your kiddy pool!” she laughs.

“What are you talking about?”

“Awww, did you not pay attention to the lady when she explained what your wristband means?” she smirks devilishly, “you were throwing quite the tantrum! Honey, the blue wristband doesn’t just mean you’re not allowed alcohol! It means you’re in diapers! And that means you’re only allowed in the kiddie pool!”

You stand there, mortified, lost for words.

“You understand why, right? The adults don’t want to swim in the same pool as babies! They don’t want to worry about you scrunching your face and pooping next to them on the lazy river! They want to drink their margaritas in peace!”

“This isn’t fair! I’m not a baby! And I don’t even poop my diaper!” you squeal.

“They don’t know that! All people will see is the blue wristband and know you’re waddling in a diaper! Of course, I doubt they’ll need to see the wristband, your diaper is pretty obvious under your swimsuit!”

“No, I won’t go! I wanted a real vacation!” you bluster.

“I don’t care what you want, sweetie. In ten minutes, you’ll be splashing around in the kiddie pool like the toddler you are while I sip a strawberry daiquiri like the adult I am! But first, we gotta get you into your swim diapers!”

“I don’t have any!” you say confidently, thinking you’ll get out of this.

“But the resort does! I bought two packages for you! They look just like Little Swimmers! Look! Aren’t they adorable?”