Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

If you won’t obey, otk.

One slave getting punished while the other gets a reward

When you saw her text notification, you paused on cleaning their apartment to see what she needed.

Seeing her eating had you squirming in your cage.

"Thank you. Thank you Goddess." You texted back.

When she had first mentioned the trip to Paris, you had thought she intended for you to come. Maybe you could carry their bags through Paris and drive them around. But after paying for their flight tickets and their hotel, your bank was cleared out.

So, while they enjoyed traveling through the city of love, you stayed in their apartment making sure their dog got fed and the place remained clean. They made it clear though, that even with them gone, you had to sleep on the couch.

"Weclome loser."

The picture was the first message she had sent since they arrived in Paris a week ago. Seeing her so happy and beautyful made you feel elated.

"Stop looking at the pic, n get back to work.

"Yes, Goddess." You said.

Slipping your phone into your apron pocket, you went back to scrubbing their bathroom floor.

How pathetic are you begging me for that. I own your wife and I own you. Deal with it

The gift

Princess Sophia heard soft crying coming from beneath the blanket as she stepped toward it. Her mother, Queen Natasha, handed her a whip as the two females approached the blanket, clearly draped over something important.

“I am sorry to pull you away from your birthday party,” the Queen told her beautiful daughter. “But this just arrived and I couldn’t wait for you to see it. Go ahead and lift the blanket.”

Sophia pulled the blanket aside and caught her breath. A naked male was stuffed inside a tiny spherical cage - the crying sound came from the captive, a young male by the looks of him.

“He was just captured this morning when our warriors took the capital,” Natasha said excitedly. “Your sister took him prisoner personally and said she thought he would be a perfect gift for you.”

Princess Sophia put her hand on the cage and looked at the naked, crying male. “He looks cute enough.”

“He needs some training first of course,” Natasha said. “I will have Diana take charge of him personally, and the next time you see him, he will be as docile and obedient as a male should be.”

The young Princess looked at her new slave. “Welcome to your new life, slave boy,” she told him. “Don’t worry, I can be very cruel, but if you obey me, you will not be sorry you did so.”