Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

"You're not gonna go poo poo already are you? You just got in the chair. Ohp. Yep, you're doing it aren't you. Whelp...I'm sorry, but you're just gonna have to sit in that mess until you finish your num nums!

Image Source: Omorashi Wetting and ABDL

Life of A Drone:

Originally part of a Public Awareness campaign to deter rampant, unlicensed HomeDrone use the advertisement unfortunately had unforeseen consequences.

Designed to highlight the loss of self that is the inevitable result of conversion, the add depicts a young woman, in a fit of rebellion against her parents, hastily subjecting herself to a bootleg HomeDrone kit. As each piece is added the manic emptions of the subject seem to calm until, as the hood finally slides over her head, there is no sensation at all except for a fascination of itself and a need to obey. When word broke that, rather than special effects, a subject had actually undergone the HomeDrone process as part of taping and that the oblivion viewers saw in the final frame was genuine requests for bootleg kits skyrocketed.

Humiliated shoplifter

I couldn’t believe how ashamed of myself I felt.

I was hopelessly tied up, my hands locked in handcuffs behind my back, my feet bound together with cord, the woman who had captured me sitting, looking down at me with a satisfied look on her face, my backpack containing all the items I’d taken from the store under her control now, as was I.

“I’ll give you credit,” she said. “You put up a fight, sweetie, you really wanted to get away. But no shoplifter has ever gotten away from me, so I really couldn’t let you be the first.”

Somehow, I didn’t feel any better. The woman had chased me out of the store, and I had run behind the shop trying to get away. She’d caught me, and her strength and determination had worn me down to the point I’d ended up on my back, straddled by her, looking up into her very pretty but unwelcome face, and she’d forced me to surrender. Humiliation had gripped me as I rolled over at her command and got straddled again before she handcuffed me. I hadn’t known at the time she was going to do it, but she bound my feet, then bent my legs and forced my feet to my hands, securing them together with cord.

“I want the cops to see just how I caught you,” she explained, finalizing my bondage before sitting only inches from my blushing face. “All tied up, like a little package, ready to go to jail.”

It’s all for science, dear.