Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

"Well isn't this an interesting turnaround? Just the other day you're teasing my little brother because he peed his pants at school, and now here I am babysitting for you. That's got to be embarrassing. Not as much as when your mom tells me you have trouble making it to the bathroom yourself more than once, but still, pretty bad."

"Ohhhh no you don't! You're not getting anywhere near that bathroom as long as I'm here. She said you were doing better and you're starting to get a bit cocky about it. She's not liking the attitude, but lucky for her, I'm gonna put an end to that real soon. Time to teach you a very important lesson. Teasing boys who wet their pants is for girls only. So lets see how long those pants stay dry, and how funny you think it is when you're stood in a puddle in front of me."

"I love the fact that you're so intimidated by me. You get all flustered and start stammering. Look how red your face is right now.

You know, I laugh and joke with my friends about how mean I am to you - how I treat you like shit, but you keep crawling back to me for more abuse.

You're so weak and submissive. It's hilarious! All you want to do is serve and worship me, but tonight I'm going to see just how far you'll go.

Let's start with you getting down on your knees. I want you to beg me to enslave you. Beg me to take compromising pictures of you, that I can use to blackmail you.

Beg me to ruin you."

Lil Mizz Unique fucks me up in Tickle Trophy.

Gorgeous girl with zero mercy.

Zuerst kniest du vor mir nieder und bettelst mich an, dir zu erlauben meinen Schuh sauber zu lecken. Wenn ich es dir erlaube, wirst du zuerst deine Lippen um meinen Absatz legen als ob es ein schöner männlicher Penis ist und daran saugen und lutschen! Dann steige ich langsam mit meinem vollen Gewicht auf dein Gesicht, der Absatz wird tief in deinen Rachen dringen, du wirst nach Luft ringen und meine Sohle wird deine Nase zerdrücken…

Hi! I love your writing so much!

Can I request a villain who is in love with or obsessed with the hero's sidekick and tries to get the sidekick to leave the hero and join the villain instead? Thanks!

"I'll let them go," the villain said. "If you join me."

The hero's sidekick glanced through the one-way glance, at their hero trapped and powerless. It was happening with increasing frequency and creativity.

"You know." The sidekick folded their arms. "You could just...call when you want to see me. Invite me for dinner. Like a normal person."

"We're not normal people." The villain's eyes were intent, glowing with passion. "There is no one in the world like us."

"Yes, but this special snowflake still enjoys a chai latte as much as the next sheep in the line."

"You also like me kidnapping people for you. Proving my skill." The villain rounded the lair. "I would hardly expect you to join me without a proper look at my resume."

"Uhuh." The sidekick raised their brow.

"Also. Please." The villain reached into a hidden alcove, and pulled out a cup. "I did get you a chai latte. It's cold outside."

"You're a sweetheart." The sidekick blinked at them. "Heavens forbid I get cold during a hostage negotiation."

"Or dehydrated! Raspy cries for help don't translate well in footage. No one can hear you properly."

The sidekick snorted before they could stop themselves, and then hated themselves for finding it funny. The hero would be so disappointed in them.

The villain stopped a metre away, and held out the cup, waggling it with gentle temptation. "I got extra cinnamon for you."

The sidekick accepted it after a moment but didn't drink. "I don't like you kidnapping people for me."

"Sure you do. Gives you all of the excuses to surrender that you normally have to bravely refuse. I had to kiss them," the villain widened their eyes, "they had a hostage! It was for the greater good!"

The sidekick's stomach squirmed, uncomfortable with just how right the villain was. "I thought you wanted me to join you, not kiss you?"

"Primarily join. But I won't say no to kisses, if you'd like to offer them. They're very good for morale."

The sidekick took a sip of chai to avoid snorting with inappropriate laughter again. Bad. Very bad. This was serious.

Except, well. The villain never tried to kill the hero, perhaps because they realised that would cross a line and destroy all possible hope of the sidekick joining them. They never even seriously hurt them.

"So." The villain folded their arms in turn, leaning against the one-way glass, trying painfully hard to look casual and failing with endearing terribleness. They looked as hopeful as a puppy. A very deadly puppy. "What do you think?"

"I wouldn't have made the glass one way. Hostages are more effective when they can see you and plead."

"See." The villain smiled. "This is why I need you."

"I'm pretty sure you leave flaws in your plans just to see if I can unpick them."

"Well, every job interview has tasks."

"Oh, you're interviewing me now? I thought you were going for blackmail."

"We'd be unstoppable together."

"Flattery and blackmail. Classic combination."

"I've missed you," the villain said, more seriously. "I've missed this. When I heard you got hurt..." They trailed off.

The sidekick took another sweet sip of their drink to try and wipe away the sudden bitterness in their mouth. The acrid fear. The helpless fury.

"I'd never let you get hurt like they did," the villain murmured. "You're much too precious."

"They didn't mean for it to happen."

"You weren't their priority."

"Of course not. I'm there to help rescue people, not be rescued."

"Are you even fully recovered yet?"

The sidekick said nothing. They focused on the soothing heat of the cup against their palms.

"Join me," the villain said, losing the casual posture too. "They'll find another sidekick. They don't need you. Not like I-" The villain stopped.

The sidekick's shoulders slumped. They took a step closer, setting the cup down on the table to free up their hands, so the villain wouldn't see it tremble in their shaky hold.

"No," they said.

The villain's expression blanked, protected itself.

The sidekick continued. "No, the hero doesn't need me. But the people around them do. They'd be worse than you without someone like me around, you know that. And I..." It was the sidekick's turn to falter. "I'd be a terrible person without them to keep an eye on. You know the worst bits of me too well. I never have to pretend anything with you, do I?"

"And you want to pretend."

"I need to."

"You want to."

"Yeah. Fine." The sidekick's mouth felt too dry, too dehydrated, all the same. "I like pretending to be a good person. It almost feels like I actually am one, or could be."

"You're too hard on yourself."

"And you are much too kind to me."

"Someone has to be."

"Are you going to make me fight you to free them?"

"I think it will do you good not to hold back for once. Would that be kind or cruel?" the villain asked.

The sidekick didn't know. They flexed their fingers restlessly at their sides, and glanced at their hero through the glass again. So righteous. So single-mindedly heroic that it was almost a fault. Kind or cruel? The sidekick didn't know that one either. Their throat tightened. The healing wounds on their body ached as they faded. 

"Come have dinner, then," the villain said, with a note of pleading. "Blame me. They can stew awhile. They're safe. Have you eaten today?"

"I've been...busy." The sidekick felt a little dazed.

"Yeah." The villain reached out, and took the sidekick's hand like they were touching something fragile, drawing their attention back too. "Let's have dinner."

The sidekick managed a nod. They let themselves melt, just for dinner, just for a moment of something real. 

The sidekick staged a rescue after that.

68 Days

The longest I had ever been denied before was just over a month. We were already getting close to that when, at 29 days, she casually, off-handedly, like it was a side thought even, told me I would be doing JuNO. I felt a pit in my stomach and a wave of concern. This was doubling the time I'd spend without a release. I didn't know if I could do it or what it would be like... What would it be like? What would it be knowing that I couldn't cum for another entire month after it had already been so long? Would I just accept it? The challenge of it tugged at a certain part of me, and her confidence in asserting that I would not cum in June left me with no question as to whether I could convince her otherwise. I was surprised how quickly I accepted it.

Midway through June, just as I was feeling good about making it halfway and having what seemed like a manageable two weeks remaining, I made a misstep, and she quickly added a week of punishment denial to my time. Instead of two weeks I was now staring down at least three.

The next two weeks actually passed relatively easily as I settled in more to long term denial. As the memory of my last orgasm faded further into the past, it somehow seemed less like something I was thinking about all the time, certainly not as vividly as I had the first couple of weeks. That week of punishment denial, though... that was rough. Knowing that I could have cum suddenly made it so much harder, not to mention her relentlessly edging me the whole week. She built it up to dozens of times per day, to the point where by the end of the week I didn't know if I was on the edge any more or not. It was like I was just constantly there, so close that any touch felt like it would push me right back to the edge.

That's the state I was in on day 68. And she did not make it an easy day for me. Maybe out of anticipation, or so much edging, or so much buildup, or who knows what, my cock felt extra sensitive that day. And she had me edging early and often, regularly running straight up to the edge of that cliff before stopping on my tiptoes and staring over. 

And that was just during the day. By the evening, my head was just a swirl of submissive angst and yearning, just as she wanted it to be. There I was, on my knees, stripped, a plug in my ass, ready to dive deeper into that vortex.

The edges kept coming, until I didn't know up from down, until I was just a whimpering mess.

"Oh, what's wrong, fuck toy?"

"Please..." I whimpered, "it's so agonizing."

"Aww," she laughed, "but it's still early, and the next few hours are going to be even more agonizing."

The crash of leather tails onto my back brought a fresh flush of blood rushing through my body, but the flogger did nothing to ease the waves of neediness surging through my cock. Nor did the heavy slap of a leather paddle on my ass. They only made the throbbing grow, at this point every sensation only amplifying the desperate achiness in my cock.

"Now, I want full control of your ass."

The first time the plug buzzed made my whole body shudder. I could sense her laughing at that under her breath. I didn't have to wait long for more. As she commanded the plug through its crescendo I felt my head roll back and my core quiver.

"Keep edging you pathetic little edge slut."

And I did, on and on, marching right up to the edge before twisting away in helpless despair, while she sat back and casually toyed with the plug in my ass, snickering in delight at my agony and desperation. And it just kept getting harder. She made it harder and harder, ramping up the plug just as she knew I was getting right up to the edge, trying to tip me over, so close that I had to wrestle the cum back inside my overworked cock, so that I was left hunched over panting heavily.

She took the plug out, but only to apply ginger paste and put it back in again so that my ass would burn through the rest of the night. She put clamps on my nipples because she wanted me to feel more pain, more sensations to overwhelm my body and mind. She made me hold the edge, walking that razor-thin ridgeline for a grueling 30 seconds until I could step back.

I can't even remember now everything she did to me -- I was so deep into a dense submissive haze -- but she did let me cum. It took me a moment for her words to register when I heard her finally say, "Cum for me."

I thought I would just erupt after so long, but it wasn't like that. It was more like a river that finally broke through an embankment and roared down the other side. 

She wasn't through with me, though. No, once wasn't enough. She found there was more upstream that rushed through me.

She still wanted more. "Don't you dare stop stroking." The river had run dry, but still one more time my hips bucked, my abs clenched, and my cock surged.

And yet still she was relentless, until pleasure turned into pain -- they're always so close anyway -- then back into pleasure and back into pain again. Until I was left sweating and squirming. Until my cock was trembling. Until she finally left me spent, broken, and exhilarated on the floor.

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