Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Humiliated shoplifter

I couldn’t believe how ashamed of myself I felt.

I was hopelessly tied up, my hands locked in handcuffs behind my back, my feet bound together with cord, the woman who had captured me sitting, looking down at me with a satisfied look on her face, my backpack containing all the items I’d taken from the store under her control now, as was I.

“I’ll give you credit,” she said. “You put up a fight, sweetie, you really wanted to get away. But no shoplifter has ever gotten away from me, so I really couldn’t let you be the first.”

Somehow, I didn’t feel any better. The woman had chased me out of the store, and I had run behind the shop trying to get away. She’d caught me, and her strength and determination had worn me down to the point I’d ended up on my back, straddled by her, looking up into her very pretty but unwelcome face, and she’d forced me to surrender. Humiliation had gripped me as I rolled over at her command and got straddled again before she handcuffed me. I hadn’t known at the time she was going to do it, but she bound my feet, then bent my legs and forced my feet to my hands, securing them together with cord.

“I want the cops to see just how I caught you,” she explained, finalizing my bondage before sitting only inches from my blushing face. “All tied up, like a little package, ready to go to jail.”

POV: You are friendzoned by your crush, reduced to be her minion. Good enough to run her errands, shop groceries, clean her flat or holding her towel. But never enough to date her, be involved with her romantically.

She uses the word bitch, or more recently 'cuck bitch' - I hate those words. It ridicules my efforts towards making her life more perfect. But she insisted on it even when I tried to protest. Nowadays a nametag reading 'cuck bitch' is dangling on top of my chastity cage, to "make sure you understand your place".

That stupid chastity cage. She sweet-talked me into it, saying it would strengthen our bond. All it did was enabling her to become more mean and bossy with me. I dont even know how to open this damn thing, there is no lock and its so sturdy. She said it works with an app but I never seen her using it. I started losing my mind after about a month, but now after it has been nearly 4, I can't think straight anymore.

Yesterday I paid her boyfriends rent. They had me on my knees and mocked me while I hit the send button. I didn't care, Miss promised me to "really really super duper thinking about unlocking me" if I pay her boyfriend.

All they did was laugh about me that night as I eagerly waited for her to unlock me eventually. But she never did and just send me away. She never even mentioned it again. Maybe I should ask her, but I am afraid to annoy her. I mean, I think its okay to ask… I paid hundreds and hundreds of $ to her boyfriend, I can at least ask if…

"Bitch, water." "Yes Miss, right away Miss. Thank you Miss."

Evil Chastity Regime

You lock it up. First it's plastic, because over time the resting state gets smaller. Months in, you switch to metal. At some point, there's a Prince Albert, to keep me secure.

You restrain me and blindfold me when you take it off to clean me, which grows to feel incredibly intimate. You say you want me to forget what my dick looks like out of the cage. I crave these moments it even though you smack my balls if I get hard, and use ice to shrink me when it's over.

My orgasms get rarer and rarer. At first, sure, it's a restrained hand job every couple weeks, but that stretches to a month, then six or eight weeks. You smear my cum on my face, then into my mouth. Sometimes you lick it up and spit it into my mouth.

You decide I should get pegged to cum from now on, and so I am. You caress me as you rail me, stretch me. You discover a dildo that tickles my prostate. I have a weird kind of orgasm that way -- I dribble cum, but I get no release. You tell me it's "medically sufficient" and so real orgasms get even more rare, as long as you make me "cum like a little bitch" every month or so.

Then you get creative. If I don't need a regular orgasm anymore, than you want to make them more significant. And you decide you want me to be afraid of them. You tell me that in six months, you'll give me the best hand job of my life, but that afterwards I'll get punished for it. I know you mean it. I know you know that after I cum, my tolerance for pain is low. I know this excites you.

The first time you set a date, it's been over a year since I had a real orgasm. I'm desperate to feel your hand around me again, to really get off again. But you tell me that afterwards, you're going to cane me, and I'll have no safeword. You tease me when you say this. You make me desperate for it, but also terrified.

The day comes and you tie me down, bent over the spanking bench. You kiss my lips and whisper your excitement into my ear. With your sex close to my face, it's easy to smell your own desire. The cage comes off, and I'm loose again.

You lube your hand and start stroking. A bit, then a break. A bit more, and a break. You cup my balls, gently, then firmly. You tease my ass. Delicate fingers on my glans, just enough to make me twitch. But then you start talking about how much you're going to hurt me when I cum. You tell me this is the new way, and you need to make it so bad I fear orgasms. You want me to beg you to never give me another one, and the only way to do that is pain. My animal brain doesn't care. My dick is throbbing. You squirt more lube and stroke the full length of me once, twice, three times, and I explode before you start the fourth. I'm immediately terrified.

You smear up the cum from the floor and feed it to me. "Eat it up, little bitch boy." You smile. "Now it's my turn."

There is no warmup. The strokes start strong and come steady, with suitable pauses between them, but continuing inexorably, rhythmicly, brutally. I'm in tears quickly. I'm begging. I'm pleading. I'm apologizing.

"Oh, I know, honey. But this is how you learn. You'll be very, very sorry when I'm done. But that won't be for a while, and then you'll know what your nasty little orgasm cost, won't you?"

Female Gangster Bang.

Well-Dressed Women #122