Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

The anticipated Part 2

After the break Mistress G asked me if I knew what the best way to put a strap on was. I of course feeling a little cheeky said to have me put it on for you.... this was met with a stern look and a devilish smile.

'Dont move I'll show you' as I sat there and the realization of what was going to happen I regretted my comment.

Mistress G walked back in with a harness and an assortment of dildos one bigger and thicker than the next.

'Open' I knew instantly what she expected and opened my mouth.

'Dont you dare close it'

Nodding and watching as she took the smallest and started pushing in my mouth. All the way in. She laughed.

'I can see you've done this before'

Next size up, again a laugh.

This went on for another 2 sizes when I started gagging.

'That's better' was her words when she fed an 8 in red monster into my mouth.

'So you want to put it on me right. You think I'm gonna allow you to get close to touching me. Only men touch me not caged boys.... but I will allow you to help'

With my mouth still open she put the strap in the harness and then pushed it into my mouth. Mistress G had me gagging on her big red cock while she was doing up the straps. Wonderfully humiliating and seeing her in that stance and the power she dripped was mind blowing.

I was led still cuffed back to the previous spanking bench. This time however only my wrists and ankles were cuffed to it. I could still move around quite a bit. Luckily

Mistress G then kissed my forehead put her cock in front of my face and told me to kiss it.

Walking around to my exposed ass I felt the lube I felt her fingers and then all in one I felt the head of her cock stretching my ass. With the head in..... 'fuck yourself' without hesitation I moved back onto her cock as deep as I could. Her hand on my ass the other around the leash.... 'more' I went back further moaning 'more or I'll do it' that was the deepest fuck I've ever had.

Mistress G laughing at me as I moaned a groaned and laughed harder as I welped as her nails dug into my balls.

A rampant fucking of my ass started I could feel my full balls bouncing around I could feel Mistress G's nails digging into my back I could feel her power and authority seeping into my spine.

Then I could feel nothing just a gaping empty hole behind me.

Breathing hard drool pooling in front of me. My mental state questionable. I opened my eyes to see a flesh colored cock in my face and without hesitation started sucking it. 'Slowly her voice soft and gentle I slowed down and sucked realizing that it was a water bottle with a cock shaped lid. Feeling the cold water in my mouth making me realize that this scenario had been and hour and how thirsty I was.

Final 40 min.

Kneeling on the floor in front of Mistress G a bowl of water in front of me and her with a bottle of water in her hand.

MG: 'Thank you James this was fun'

j: 'Thank you Mistress Gail you're amazing'

MG: 'I know, drink your water'

I spent the next 20 min talking to her. How I felt what I enjoyed what she enjoyed how we felt the session went etc. A cool down if you will.

She then made the offer of helping her house slave clean up or being bound while he cleaned up.

In two minds about it. I chose ultimately being bound.

I quite literally have not had that much straps chains and locks on me ever. I was essentially mummified in a combination of leather and chain I lost count for the locks at 15.

Mistress G's house slave dutifully cleaned up and wiped down washed as I stared on unable to move an inch.

When he was done Mistress G called him over to me winked in my direction. Pull down your pants which he did... pink frilly panties and the smallest dick I've ever seen was on display.... look Sammy his caged dick is bigger than yours if you had a dick that size ( take note I'm not particularly well endowed I'm around average) maybe we could also find you a cage.

He bowed his head and nodded.

The next 30 min or so was unstrapping me. Showering getting cleaned up checking the welts putting cream on. When I was finally done. I met Mistress G in her powder room there were 2 cups of tea waiting.

She was a vision of calmness. We spoke for a while about how Jess and I were exploring and how Jess had made all the bookings and how long I'd been in the lifestyle. And how long she had been a professional.

As I was leaving she handed me back the envelope with my cage keys in I saw the seal was broken she laughed and said she was keeping one of the keys in case I came back, then she could make me really cry.

I laughed she laughed

I got into the car and checked the envelope and yes one of the keys was missing lol guess she knew she'd have a repeat customer...

By Shiniez

:D

I can’t decide which of them it would be the most fun to be here >.>

It was only a month ago that Angie had joined the company and was assigned the desk adjacent to Jack’s. She seemed nice and polite enough, while also being efficient and skilled at her job. A perfectly acceptable work partner.

She did though have one habit that he found… distracting. Whenever she would make casual conversation with him she had this habit of turning toward him, her sleek, toned leg swaying in a rhythmic, mesmerizing way.

Not wanting to risk being called to HR Jack did his best to avert his gaze and look away when she spoke to him. Unfortunately, she had this way about her… an authoritative demeanor… that made it difficult.

All it took was for Angie to say, “Jack? I’m talking to you… look at me,” in her soft, yet assertive tone of voice. Just a few words and he would find himself looking her way again, and without fail his gaze would inevitably drift back to the captivating sway of her leg.

Within a few days of working with her Jack found his mind beginning to drift with thoughts of her… inappropriate thoughts… fantasies of what it might be like to be with her.

Even though he found them to be unnerving in a way her couldn’t quite put his finger on Jack began to look forward to their casual chats.

There was something about the way she spoke to him… her choice of words… the cadence… the silky tone of her voice. He found it to be mesmerizing, as if Angie’s voice was weaving around him and drawing him in.

There were times when he found himself zoning out, like he was hearing her voice her but not the actual words she was saying. Instead he found himself gazing at her legs, his mouth hanging open, his mind disoriented… dazed… empty… and unwittingly now fully under Angie’s control.

He nodded mindlessly as her voice softly urged, “That’s it, Jack…. look at my legs…. watch them… they’re so sexy… they turn you on, don’t they?… you can’t look at them without getting hard… you can’t think about them without getting hard… you can’t think about me without getting hard…”

Day after day her suggestions continued, drawing him in deeper, becoming bolder, strengthening her hold over him until Jack was utterly defenseless against her.

Now, all that could save him were those times when Angie was merciful, flipping the switches and triggers in his mind in such a way that would allow him a chance to be productive at work and offer him a respite from the state of near constant arousal in which he now found himself.

But, the rest of the time?

Jack was a wreck.

And it wasn’t just the dreams when he’d wake up in a sweat, feverishly aroused, achingly hard, night after night cruelly waking from his dream just as Angie was about to fulfill his fantasy and give him the orgasm he so desperately needed. When without fail Jack would wake a moment too soon, deprived of his relief, so desperately frustrated that even his own efforts to find release proved to be futile. Instead, he was left to find his way back to sleep still desperate… aching… mindlessly whimpering Angie’s name.

It was also his conversations in the office with her. Those moments of feeling as if he were zoning out as they chatted began taking on a different tone. More erotic. More visual. And in a surreal way, more life-like.

The first time had left him feeling dazed, disoriented, and even embarrassed. As he listened to Angie’s voice he found himself losing focus, his mind drifting off to a fantasy in which he imagined he were kneeling before her, kissing her feminine polished toes, working his way up her sleek, sexy legs, adoringly worshipping them…. becoming so turned on… so hard…

Only to feel himself snapping out of his fantasy at the sound of her voice. “Jack?…. sweetie?… everything ok? We’re done talking now and need to get back to work, okay?”

He was mortified. Had he said anything? Oh god, had she noticed his face was flushed and his cock was straining against his pants? Fortunately, apparently he was safe, Angie seemed oblivious to his plight and was already back at work.

To his dismay these occurrences became more frequent. More erotic. More vivid.

The next time Jack imagined Angie’s voice urging him on even further, instructing him, guiding him. His mouth drifting higher up her calves… to her shapely thighs… her fingers entwining in his hair, nudging him higher… until he was between her thighs, kissing, licking, sucking… until it was as if his senses were being overwhelmed by the heat, scent, and taste of creamy female arousal.

But as suddenly as the fantasy began it was gone and once again he was sitting at his desk, frazzled, Angie’s voice bringing him back to reality.

Jack was at the point where just walking into his office and seeing Angie was unnerving, his cock stiffening, his mind whirring with a sense of helplessness as he wondered whether or not today he would again be slipping into one of those dream-like fantasies when they chatted.

They began to take on a new twist, not only did Jack imagine himself worshiping and pleasuring his work partner, but she was doing the same for him. Her soft hand stroking him… her tongue teasing him… the only difference was that unlike when he imagined licking Angie to orgasm, Jack always snapped back to reality before he could reach his.

It was becoming maddening to him. Was he losing his mind? Why did this keep happening to him?? Should he set up a session with a therapist??

And why in god’s name could he no longer get all the way to an orgasm?? Why did every fantasy, every dream, every hallucination always end a moment too soon and leave him aching in frustration?

Finally, one day after Jack broke free from one of his surreal fantasies he sat at his desk trembling… lightheaded… so disoriented and aching to cum so badly he thought he might break down and cry.

He began softly muttering to himself to the point that Angie called over to him and asked, “Jack? Are you okay?”

In a soft, weak voice he answered, “N-no…. I’m not. Something’s wrong with me… I… I can’t tell you what it is… but, something’s wrong. I… I think I need to make an appointment to see someone.”

To his surprise, he watched as Angie rose from her desk and approached him, standing behind him. She began speaking in that calm, mesmerizing voice that immediately caused his mind to open to her.

This time though, rather than rendering his mind completely malleable and taking him deep, she allowed a small portion to remain aware, just enough to keep him barely tethered to reality.

Gently raking her fingers through his hair she purred, “You’re fine, Jack… nothing’s wrong with you. I’ve got you.”

“I… I don’t understand?” His voice was soft, distant, but still coherent.

“You don’t need to understand, you just need to know that you’re mine now. All I’m doing is giving you what you want. I could tell the first day we met… how easily your mind surrendered to my will.”

“So… this… is real??”

Laughing softly Angie purred, “Well that depends on what you want. Do you want it to be real, Jack? Do you want more of what you’ve been experiencing?”

“Oh god….,” he moaned in excitement.

Pressing her lips to his ear, she whispered, “Do you want to be mine, Jack?… my toy?… my helpless, little plaything?”

“God yes!” he groaned.

Chuckling softly, Angie purred, “Perfect…. then, cum for me, Jack. Cum for me now.”

To his utter disbelief, a moment later a wave of pleasure washed over him and he felt himself cumming uncontrollably, releasing weeks worth of pent-up cum into his pants.

As one of the most intense, and without a doubt the most unexpected orgasm seemed to go on forever Angie’s voice cooed in his ear, “That’s it… don’t try to fight it, you can’t… cum for me…. don’t stop… give me all of it…. every… last… drop.”

When the waves finally subsided, Angie couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the dazed, disbelieving, and totally spent man. Kissing his ear softly she murmured, “You are sooo mine, Jack… and this is only the beginning.”

Credit: pigletstorm

I love the gulping and gagging of a good boy bringing his mouth to a strap’s base. That’s right, dear. Show off how well you trained your throat just to please me. Put on a performance for me. Take it all in, kiss up and down my strap, caress the tip with your lips and tongue, and drool all over it for me. I love to see just how hard you work to impress, my sweet, darling boy. Impress me well enough, and I just might grip your hair and bruise up that precious little throat of yours just how you like it ♥️