Text Me Right Away If You Want To Be Owned

“These old Dommes are overrated, prick……..and I think submitting to a little brat like me is making you want things you’ve never dreamed of.”

forcefem of a girl

,,,,tomboy footballer girl, who is super competive and allways trying to be the best,so she makes a bet with the captain of another team (who is also a fit tomboy) that whoever loses has to join the let themself be tranced into a loving ditzy cheerleader who is allways the most vocal about how much they *loveee* the winners team, and especially how strong and amazing the captain is....

The Jig Is Up!

I sneaked away from my accomplices who had been exposed as the mysterious gang of thieves that had been plaguing the airline by a couple of over enthusiastic and observant stewardesses. I figured if I hung out in the usually deserted rear crew section, I could probably wander off scot-free in the hubbub of disembarkation after we landed.

Unfortunately one of the too-clever-by-half witches was lying in wait for me. Lounging insouciantly on a window seat, provocative black booted legs crossed in front of her, the blonde haired vixen gave me a knowing and superior smile. “We thought one of you would try to hide out here,” she told me smugly. I stared at her resentfully but internally I felt a wave of despair fill me. So when the supercilious stewardess followed that up with the impeccable female logic of: “It’s all over, sir. If I were you, I would just surrender.”, I did.

And so it was I was marched back into the passenger section of Economy by the woman who had captured me, my hands securely tied behind my back with a female uniform airline scarf in order to face the female music. My buddies were all still there, standing in the aisle, remonstrating bitterly with the stewardesses but, significantly, they all seemed to now have their hands bound behind them too. It was clear we could loudly proclaim our innocence all we liked, but these women were implacable: the jig was definitely up!