Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

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Cell…

Public shaming

My eyes widened when I heard her say the words to me. “On your knees.”

I froze, standing beside the chair my beautiful girlfriend, Kristin, had chosen near the pool area at the hotel where we were staying. My gut churned.

“You heard me right,” she said lightly. “I said ‘on your knees.’ I would advise you to obey me if you want me to keep my voice down.”

I swallowed and sank to my knees next to her chair. She lay on her stomach, her feet in the air, and smiled at me through her sunglasses.

“It didn’t take long for you to start hesitating did it?” Kristin asked. “After we had that long discussion about how our FLR meant I was to be obeyed at ALL times, and anywhere I chose to command you, you hesitated to obey the very first command I gave you in public. Don’t lie to me - you never believed I’d command you in public, did you?”

I trembled, knowing I was in deep trouble. “No, Ma’am. I didn’t.”

She reached out and fondled my chastity cage through my swimming trunks. “I am in control and to be obeyed at all times, everywhere, and when you fail, you will be punished. Now, you will kiss and lick my feet until I tell you to stop, kneeling and with your hands behind your back. I do not care who sees you. If you fail to obey me, I will tie you up out here on the deck and spank you in front of everyone.”

She smiled again. “Now, do you believe me?”

I blushed. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Move down to my feet, hands behind your back, and get to work showing my feet the proper respect.”

Male Chastity. What’s in it for me, his wife?

Do you mean besides the obvious? Like all the sexy fun & laughter between us, the more intimate connection we have, the kisses & cuddles we share, the loving attention he gives me, the many things he does for me, and of course all the orgasms I have. Those are just the obvious things. Our frequent chastity games deliver more, far more in fact.

I adore the power rush I get when I tell him to “lock it on” and I’m amazed every time he does as I say. I find it extremely flattering that he is wearing a cage for me. I know it can impinge on his normal daily life, especially when we go out places with him still locked in it (like having to sit to pee for example.) But he copes with it, for me, because he loves me.

I know I can’t see it, under his clothes, but I like how the cage is a constant reminder of me. It cradles his manhood, holds him tight, just like the grip of my hand. I’m well aware he likes looking at other women (he’s a man, it’s normal) but it’s me he is thinking of, and I know this from the things he says, and the things he shows me. It’s comforting to know I’m frequently on his mind.

Most of all I love the fact that he willingly gives up playing with what most men, in their youth, think defines a man - his penis. Think about it, he willingly gives up the ability to get erect, to masturbate, to have sex, and to even have a proper orgasm, all because I’m more important to him than any brief moment of self pleasure.

In exchange, despite my shyness and inhibitions, I make sure he sees, touches, kisses, licks and always enjoys a lot more of me, my underwear, my flesh and my private parts, than he ever did before. I also ensure the orgasms I share with him are more frequent, more visual, more audible and more enjoyable. Last but not least I help him learn how to pleasure me in so many different ways. I show him all the things I like best, and encourage him to practice them over and over again.

I enjoy thanking him properly, leaving him in no doubt that I’m well aware the cage makes our sex life much better. I also enjoy sharing the truth, with each lovely orgasm he gives me, it gets a tiny bit harder to release him afterwards.

The difference between a real man and you?

When she lowers hers gaze upon you, and looks you directly in the eye, you immediately look down and bow your head, your lack of confidence is clear to her. She immediately recognizes you for the inadequate inferior beta male that you are, and assumes control. She knows she can do whatever she wants with you, and you’ll eagerly comply, like any simp slave would. You sit there shyly, blushing with the shame that all beta males feel- the shame that accompanies your lack of masculinity- and you pray she’ll take you and use you in some way- any way at all.

A real man possesses the confidence to not only return her stare, but to stare her down, immediately assuming control. She knows she’s in the presence of a strong, superior alpha male, and when he reaches out and squeezes her arm gently, but firmly, his big strong hand wrapping around her upper arm, making her feel small, weak, and overwhelmed- she’s the one who begins blushing with desire. As she begins to get wet, all she wants is to be taken, to be a good girl for this man- this real man.

But you’ll never know what it’s like to make a woman feel that way. You are what you are. It’s your nature and you there’s nothing you can do to change it. So lean in, accept what you are, and be the best, most obedient beta you can be. It’s the only way forward for you-

yeah yeah getting permission to cum we’ve all done it but we can do more when it comes to giving up bodily autonomy re: orgasms

doing everything right and still being denied just because they can

being ordered to masturbate/watch porn when you’re not in the mood

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