Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

As Pete and Cecilia walked in, she was immediately greeted with, “Cece! Always lovely to see you,” by the girl at the front desk. Obviously, they knew each other, and chatted away for a few minutes as Pete stood by, slightly awkwardly. Mostly due to the fact he was trying not to stare at either ladies’ considerable chest.

She escorted the two to a table.

Cece smiled, knowing that she gave him a real eyeful as she sat down. Her “dress” could easily be mistaken as some type of nightie, the type that women would only break out if they were really wanting to treat their man.

“See something you like…” the waitress asked, knowingly as she handed them their menus. She knew what Cece was having, she’d been there many times before. And of course, she also know what Pete would be getting; a certain little something added to his drink.

The restaurant, Bonnie's, catered to a certain clientele. Ladies who had a sadistic streak in them. Some enjoyed it as a first date, to show who'd be wearing the pants in the relationships, and who'd wet them. Others, preferred it as a last date situation, to humiliate a guy who had wronged them before dumping them.

And then there were those who were just there to watch. There were several "ladies only" booths positioned to give a good view of the tables where couples would be sat, so they could enjoy the show.

As Peter's drink was sat down in front of him, Cece winked at the waitress, who nodded back in recognition.

He didn’t say anything while they ate, but quickly became aware of a need to pee. Which made no sense as he'd hardly had anything to drink.

The waitress could tell he was getting squirmy as she came over to show the dessert menu. She knew Cece preferred an audience, and she was all for pleasing the customer.

“Care for a dessert, another beer perhaps...?” she asked, coyly.

Cece giggle a little. "he's barely touched the first one. I hope you're not just trying to be a cheap date. I'm all for women's empowerment but, I do like it when a guy splashes out for me..."

The waitress sniggered at that, before offering an alternative. "Maybe just can't handle his drink? I at least appreciate a man who tries to control himself. Some of our patrons end up causing themselves a lot of embarrassment."

"Mmm hmm..." Cece agreed, "there was that poor young man last time I was here. Must have had a few too many and... well... pssssss... he he he he...." She giggled childishly as she mimed a man wetting his pants.

The waitress nodded in agreement. Of course, they both neglected to mention that he had been there with Cece.

"We had a couple more recently," she added, "we had to close off the men's room after some vandalism. I'm pretty sure it was one of those crazy W.A.R.M. activists."

Cece laughed quite openly at Pete’s shocked reaction. "Oh! I take it you've heard of them? Well... I'm not a member myself but, I do think they're doing some great work!"

The waitress shrugged, "I don't know about that, but I'll grant you it was an interesting shift that night!"

He was starting to cotton on to the fact something was off about this place. As he looked around panicked, he noticed how many women were all staring intently in his direction. As he felt their gaze, his need to pee ramped up exponentially.

This was now an emergency. He had to...

Too late.

He gasped in shock as he felt his last ounce of self control slip away. It didn't even start with a trickle, his pee was steaming full force into his pants.

Cece was cracking up, as was the waitress. Even from the other side of the table, it was obvious she knew what was happening.

A chorus of giggles and the glare of a phone's camera light meant it was obvious to everyone else.

Cece tried to regain her composure. “Ahem… Um… I think we’ll skip dessert actually.” She grinned wickedly, as Pete cringed at the thought of having to stand up shortly. “I think Petey here would like to go home and change...”

“Of course… I'll just get you the bill…” she paused and looked down at Pete, "and a mop."

"Oh, thank you," Cece gushed before turning to Pete, "you know, the service is the reason I keep coming back to Bonnie's."

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Rigid Metal Cuff Triptych - BondageFan70 and Elise Graves Elise explores the limits of her sub within the confines of a singular piece of restrictive metal bondage gear! I love taking a piece of bondage gear and seeing how many different ways I can use it. This helps exercise my brain. In this experience, I place BondageFan70 into three challenging positions with the double iron rigid cuff, which is a mean piece of metal gear that locks a person in with just one screw! We attempted a fourth position, which was not a success. And since the making of this video, another position came to mind! I also love putting bondage sluts who have a difficult time expressing when they need out of bondage into physically challenging bondage so they can practice tapping out. Needing to come out of bondage is not a bug - it’s a feature of the game! It is very natural for some aspect of the bondage to become too much to handle, but it’s also part of the fun of a power dynamic. If the bottom doesn’t express where they are at physically (i.e. “my hip flexors are screaming,” “my hands are loosing circulation”, etc) or mentally (i.e. “it’s scary being in this hood,” “I am worried I will fall,” “do you know what you are doing?!” etc) then the top doesn’t have the fullest picture of the situation, which - trust me on this - is a lot less fun for both parties. I have played with many bondage bottoms who seem to think that not expressing any suffering is the goal. Now, I fully understand that many bottoms are wanting to challenge themselves by pushing through discomfort - I am one of those bottoms myself, but pushing yourself doesn’t necessarily mean internalizing. It’s all about the dynamic between people. Imagine trying to play a game with someone in a coma? It’s not that engaging. Why would it be fun to play bondage games, then, with someone who doesn’t emote? It’s not. When you play with a person who doesn’t express that much through words, then hopefully they are making some sounds and/or body movements to communicate a little bit about their experience. In my opinion, the expression of ones suffering is one of the most powerful gifts that bondage play offers to us. The ability to express our suffering, and the ability to witness ones suffering. It’s truly powerful. Anyway, all this is to say that I wanted BondageFan70 to practice expressing when he needs out of bondage. As you will see from this video, he has difficulties doing so verbally without being prompted, though he nourished me with some grunting and foot shaking as communication to me that he was struggling. I trust we will have more practice on this subject in the future :)

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