Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

What's the longest you've kept one of your boys tied to the bed?

I love this question. You boys always want the “longest” stats. I’m sorry I don’t have an actual absolute number for you but I very much enjoy leaving men trussed up and tucked away somewhere cozy for long enough that I completely forget about them. When my phone reminder chimes and I realize it’s been two or three or four hours (depending on the type of bondage) I get a little tingly feeling all over. I adore the sensation of remembering I have a guy waiting somewhere for me, counting the seconds, thinking only of me and when I will return to free him while I can barely remember he exists.

Let me tell you one of my guilty pleasures. Take a guy who has been locked in chastity long enough to make him nice and desperate. Dripping. Take some strong hemp rope and truss his legs and one arm to the corners of the bed. With the second arm, tie it so that he can reach his penis but not his face. Remind him that he does not have permission to touch his cock and even the slightest brush will lead to months and months of chastity as punishment. Put earbuds in is hears playing white noise. Take a thick, black bolt of fabric and wrap his face so he has no chance of peeking. Now, the fun part. Remove the chastity cage…and walk away.

I can come and go as I please, doing my thing. Talking on the phone, writing, visiting with friends. As the hours tick by I love watching his fingers inch closer and closer to his cock knowing how frustrating it must be to have no barrier to touching. Knowing that he has no idea if I am watching or not. Knowing that he doesn’t dare cheat and touch his cock but also knowing that every second he is weighing his odds of being caught. Knowing that he won’t touch. Watching the precum slide out and down his cock. Knowing that if I were to let him speak he would beg me to lock him back up and remove the temptation that grows and grows with every second.

I wonder, how many hours could you last?

As you awoke, your brain was foggy. The accompanying splitting headache was the least of concerns as you felt a crushing weight on your chest.

I dare say the well wrapped tape gag you were enduring didn’t help in your desire to breathe. As you tried to focus through cloudy eyes, the shimmer of red was all you could see. You looked up and saw Miss Hall, the demure teacher from your son’s school staring down at you, her expression cold as ice.

The last time you were in each other’s company was at the parent’s evening. A difference of opinion turned into a blazing row about your boy’s less than ideal behaviour. Miss Hall was laying the blame at your feet while you passionately defended yourself. The confrontation was quite a spectacle until you ended it by criticising her educational ability and called her out on her flirting with you earlier in the year. Humiliated, she stormed out of the school and you turned to the headteacher and carried on your tirade.

On the following weekend, you saw Miss Hall in the local coffee shop and you apologised for your actions. She was calm and said she understood your point of view, but the accusations of her conduct earned her a suspension and possibly more. You felt wretched and promised to go to the headteacher and take it all back, pleading her case. Miss Hall smiled, her serious and studious look softer once she took those glasses off. She was actually very pretty and those pale blue eyes hinted at something a little more as you flirted gently with each other…..

The afternoon turned into evening as you spent more time in her company, before the unexpected invitation to her house for a few drinks. And this is where we pick up the tale. Having changed into something more appropriate, Miss Hall’s leather thighs are resting on your sternum, her hot pussy inches from your well packed and taped mouth.

Her persona of concerned educator has now been replaced by a vengeful bitch who’s going to make you suffer, before you beg the headteacher to lift the suspension. You should relax, she’ll make sure you leave relatively unscathed….besides, what’s better than a sexy girl repeatedly rubbing her leather crotch over your face?

Just take a breath if you can.

Flex

THE ADULT DAYCARE : THE TIME OUT

You brought this upon yourself this time . You already know the rules you are not allowed to take off your diaper in my daycare , it’s a simple rule and we would’ve been much better if you follow it and besides looking at these panties here you need them anyway, you made a terrible big mess on them when you weren’t wearing your diaper you could’ve avoided this and your time out . That straightjacket will be on you until you learn to keep it on and behave yourself better with use. Talking back to us was another thing entirely you are not allowed to speak as adult its quite simple You have a select few words you’re allowed to say, and that’s it is awfully simple but you have to speak up and throw a hissy fit as an adult so we had to put that Ball Passy in your mouth until you learned and calm down . The reason I took it out is if you could behave the rest of the day with any further connections I will not be back in . Don’t worry about that straightjacket I will take it off when you deserve it . Going by the smell I think you needed to be change so lay down and take it like a little . You’re going to learn quick how things are around here and how different things are from your home in your long stay here. Welcome to The Adult Daycare sweetie now do as you’re told and lay down I’ll make this quick ..