Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

You hate how she treats you like a toddler in your own home. That you bought.

Ever since you became incontinent it’s been like this. She doesn’t make you wear printed diapers. You don’t sleep in a crib. She doesn’t shove a pacifier in your mouth when you're fussy.

But you still get treated like a toddler anyway. She just doesn’t even acknowledge that you’re an adult anymore. She listens to you like you’re a toddler rambling about rainbow-colored snowflakes even when you’re trying to discuss the mortgage payment.

All you hear is “that’s great, sweetie” in that dismissive tone. She’ll help you with basic tasks like tying your shoe like you don’t know how to do it yourself.

You can be in the middle of a business meeting when she will come in to your office to check your diaper. If it’s wet, you have to excuse yourself while she changes your diaper. You don’t have any say anymore.

When her friends come over they treat you like you’re a kid who came to the party because your babysitter canceled at the last minute. They put the tv on for you and expect you to not “interrupt the adults.” The only time you’re acknowledged is when your diaper is changed.

You don’t understand how you can be treated like this. You’re an adult, one who built his own company and bought for this house. How can they not see that? How can they treat you like a child?

But as you toddle into the kitchen, you see the last remaining proof that she knows you’re an adult. She’s not cooking you breakfast in a bikini for just any reason. No, she knows you still crave her.

But she won’t acknowledge that she’s cooking breakfast in a bikini. She won’t acknowledge your desire. She’ll act like there’s nothing special happening. Nothing will be said about it.

She is happy letting the situation speak for itself as you sit down for breakfast with her. You, in your swollen morning diaper, ready for a change. And her, in her bikini. Eating breakfast like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

one of the hottest things ive ever seen was the look of absolute need on a guy’s face when i stopped fingering him for literally just a moment. he made this sorta whiny noise along with a total pouty face when i stopped. I didnt really mean to edge or tease,honestly my hand was tired. Initially i mistook his pleasure for pain due to the whiny noise, but when i looked up to check, thats when i saw what was really happening. He began to move his hips to fuck himself on my fingers, eyes scrunched shut in concentration. His mouth was open and he actually moved to grab himself. He was gone enough not to even laugh at the fact my hand was tired or say much of anything actually. The two second little action of him lifting to fuck himself on my fingers, forgetting about me to chase his own pleasure, his cock twitching cutely in my other hand, dripping down to his stomach will probably be burned into my memory forever. I ruined the moment by giggling, i couldnt help it he was so cute and squirmy and he pouted when i did, now embarrassed and stopping himself. I didnt let him rest for long though, i felt bad to ruin such a perfect thing, so i took his cock into my mouth and he seemed confused whether he wanted more of my mouth or my fingers. He settled with letting me take charge with a satisfied little gasp.

That would work on me

Not exactly the orgasms I meant, but thank you mistress!

Breaking in a new boyfriend was always such fun for Ally. So many new things for him to learn and come to accept as part of his new relationship with her. She smiled at the look of surprise on his face and the way he fidgeted nervously in his seat when her mischievous fingers went to work.

"Sweetie, relax. We talked about this last weekend. It's mine now, remember?" she reminded him in a soft, sexy purr. "It'll be fine honey, I promise. Just keep your hands on the wheel and eyes on the road. We've got two hours ahead of us until we get to the hotel, and I promise you.... by the time we arrive I'm going to have you in exactly the condition that I want you."

Life of A Drone

We love employees who love their work.

Here we see conversion specialists prepping a new subject for its future existence with a smile on their faces and a laugh on their lips. With a sadistic glee we encourage in all our staff they subdue and physically prep the human material for its transformation, savoring the helpless state of the future Kreature as it is made ready for conditioning.

If they, themselves, get a little enjoyment out of it such are the perks of employment at DroneCorp.

ABOUT YOUR STAY …

So about your stay here in our facility. It’s quite simple you signed up for an extended long stay with us and have left your discharge date up to us to determine which is the best kind if I say so myself. This is where you’ll be staying when not in use or being scene I know it’s quite sterile and lifeless and that’s the point of it after all. When you’re resting here you’ll be restrained at all times . For meals, and daily maintenance, you’ll remain that way fed through IV there and do your business in a diapers I have here. When in use and being seen, you should expect extreme medical domination and sessions you signed up for after all and we have to put you for your pieces . We have to get in there see what makes you really tick . I think tomorrow, the first things on the docket is a fisting session . They like to get in there with their full fists and feel in there for your prostate and tickle it too . Sometimes they even come to you and give you a personalized milking session and test you really well. I Think first things on the list today is human toiletry . Don’t worry, we’re not like the other facilities we at least give you a latex bag on your mouth so you don’t get any of it in there or taste it, but still feel the full effect of it . When we say extreme, we mean it. So lay down here relax and Ill restrain you and we should see you soon than.



Aww did I find a good spot, well I’ll stop tickling it when you pull your knees together, ok deal until then tickle tickle