Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Sunday Ladies #82-24

you know, boys like you should be on your knees with your wrists tied behind your back more often. you look so pretty like that, all ready to be used. want me to use you, honey? want to be good for me?

The teeth of the alligator clamps had been biting into his nipples for the last hour or so. Every now and then I would set them tighter, have them dig deeper into his flesh. To mitigate the new level of pain, I would kiss the skin around the clamp, moisten it with my tongue and breathe cool air on it, while his cock was dripping precum in a constant river. A little tug on the chain between the clamps, immediately followed by an uncontrollable twitching of his cock. Sweat on his forehead, his whole body damp, ragged breath - having had him sit on a dildo of considerable size throughout this whole procedure was clearly showing effects. His nips and arse, my main focus areas tonight. I had been ignoring his cock completely, apart from the odd “blowing” of cool air onto his wet tip and shaft. No, he didn’t need any cock stimulation - having his butt fucked and the nipples tortured had been enough for him to get an orgasm before, and anal orgasms were our new focus anyway.

“I’m going to take the clamps off now” I whispered and he moaned. That pain of blood rushing back into his nipples was usually a dreaded effect. “But before I do, I want you to ride that dildo real good, show me what a fuck slut you are!” my hands caressed his chest as I encouraged him to get his anal pleasure. And true enough, he started moving his hips back and forth. Gyrating, pushing, riding… First slowly, then faster as I began tugging his nipple chain. I could tell from the change in his breathing how much he was enjoying that fat rubber cock inside him, as well as putting on a show for me because “Madame loves watching your arse being fucked”. I have trained him well.

“Uh, uuh, uuuuaaahh, I’m close, I’m so close, please may I cum Madame?” he asked, knowing that even an anal orgasm isn’t allowed without my explicit permission.

“Not yet my boy, ride harder, I want you to ride that edge … I know it’s difficult, but you just look so hot, I want to see more”

He bit his lip and slowed down for a second. I edged closer to him, now kneeling opposite him, the nipple chain still in my hand. “Come on, baby, let me watch you fuck that dick .. Show me how my cock whore gets off on being fucked” I urged him into a frenzy, I could tell he was completely zoning out and only concentrating on the 2" thick dildo siding in and out of his hole.

And without further warning, I took the clamps off, both at the same time. He screamed, but by then my fingers had already grabbed his nipples, twisting and pinching them hard, grabbing his breast , squeezing it … It was exactly what he needed, that sweet torture in his nipples …. With a loud moan and his body convulsing, he erupted, his cock twitching maniacally, load upon load of cum shooting out and onto my belly and legs. More cleaning up work for him in a minute, but right now, I just wanted to hold him, anchor him, as he slowly relaxed in my arms.

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Tricia awoke to a disorienting and terrifying reality, shrouded in darkness and silence. As consciousness slowly returned, a wave of panic swept over her. She felt an unfamiliar weight encasing her entire body, restricting even the slightest movement. The realization struck her — she was encased in a body cast, rendering her completely immobile.

The muffled sound of her own breathing reached her ears, a stark contrast to the eerie silence that enveloped her. The earmuffs clamped over her ears seemed to seal off the world, leaving Tricia in an isolated realm of sensory deprivation.

Her attempts to open her eyes proved futile; they were sealed shut with tape, cutting off the visual connection to her surroundings. The absence of light plunged her into an unsettling abyss, amplifying her sense of vulnerability and disconnection.

A foreign sensation in her throat grabbed her attention — a tube was inserted, stretching down into her lungs. The mechanical rhythm of a ventilator became apparent as it forced air into her lungs and then out again. Each breath felt intrusive, a reminder of her dependence on the machinery for survival.

The catheter inserted into her urethra added another layer of discomfort and violation. The awareness of its presence, as well as the sterile, clinical environment surrounding her, intensified the feeling of helplessness. Tricia's mind raced with questions, but the inability to communicate, move, or even perceive her surroundings left her trapped in a nightmarish void.

In this surreal and nightmarish state, Tricia grappled with the unknown, her senses stripped away and replaced with an overwhelming sense of confinement. The combination of physical restraint, sensory deprivation, and the invasive medical apparatus plunged her into a disconcerting realm, where time seemed to lose its meaning, and the boundaries between reality and the terrifying unknown blurred into a haunting dreamscape.