Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

@female-led-couple @female-leds-boy It’s about that time again. A time when things are ramped up and boundaries pushed, once more. I think I speak for many of us when I say I’ve been thinking of you and of all the thoughts that must be racing through your mind at such a stage in your journey, flb.

How are things? More importantly, how are you feeling (both internally and relative to MS) about the permanent state of submissive denial and servitude that MS wants you in perpetually, day-in and day-out, forever? It’s a big step, of that we are all witness.

What would perhaps be most interesting to see you talk about is the beauty you see in all this on a personal level. How does the reality of eternal submission and subservience to MS feel and how do you see your submission evolving to match Her expectations and demands?

So many questions, but I’ll leave it open to you and what you think ought to be said.

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It doesn't seem such a big thing to me to be honest, rather a natural, obvious progression under HER keeperage, an expected outcome to me of an incredibly beautiful, powerful, Dominant WOMAN.

Ofcourse im desperate and would do almost anything to be allowed to penetrate HER but there's something incredibly sexy and powerful about being utterly denied that aspect of HER. Its a sacrifice SHE demands of a submissive under HER spell and the right to display HER collar must be earned in HER Eagle sharp eyes, action rather than words. I know SHE feels a huge sense of pride in our pride, knowing SHE owns a male that surrendered piv to be in HER collar makes HER incredibly satisfied in multiple ways. Which is my primary purpose.

I feel extremely fortunate and lucky to be in HER pack and to proudly display that collar, I'm the slave of an intelligent, attractive, sexy young Domme who seeks to test and push boundaries, who keeps HER prey high up its toes in anticipation of HER next predatory move, how many can genuinely claim that? I know there are many here who would give there right arm to be in my environment and when I think of that the sacrifices SHE demands seems a small price to pay.

Permanent, real Permanent chastity will be difficult ofcourse, its very real now im pierced and stretched, im prepped for the exotic device thats to perpetually keep me on heat for HER, its purpose to hold, secure and tame me now just days away from its long foreign journey. Its hard cold metal, small, tight and very restricting but SHE wouldn't have it locked on HER prize any other way.

"Otherwise its to easy on a boy"

Im ready! im HERS forever now! there's no going back once under HER primal gaze, HER grip both physically and more so mentally is tightening. I crave and need that feed now, im institutionally HERS. To be kept in heightened, submission, live game for HER to toy with. SHES circling now and HER talons deepening, SHE is my ALPHA FEMALE, wild and free and SHE is deep in the hunt of mind.

I mean could you resist the call of @female-led-couple? you kneel, follow HER lead and display absolute obdiance in the presence of such an apex in my experience.

✞ 666 ✞

Cruel Summer

“You’re cuter than I expected, diaper girl. I figured you must be, well, not this, to let your boyfriend—I mean, Daddy—turn you into some sniveling, whiny sexless baby!”

This felt nothing like your fantasies. You shudder in utter humiliation.

“Awww, too embarrassed to talk like a big girl? Or is it just hard to talk with your paci in, little one? Don’t worry, you look adorable in your diaper! I’m sure your diapers are worth losing everything!”

Coming up with a response—any response—to her proved to be impossible. All you could do is look down in shame, covering your beet-red face, sucking violently on your pacifier.

“You know, your Daddy asked if I wanted to be your Mommy! Can you believe it? Like I’d actually want to be responsible for some brat's oversized diapers! He said you even poop in them! Do you know how ridiculous and pathetic you are?”

“No, I’ll never be your Mommy. I just want to fuck your Daddy. Unlike you, I’d never be this,” she sneers, waving her hand at you, “pathetic. Like, you actually let your Daddy dress you like that and went outside in that? What kind of woman lets that happen to her?”

“You know what, don’t answer that, diaper girl. No woman would ever let that happen to her. But you’re not a woman, are you? No, you’re far, far too cute to be a woman. You’re just some oversized toddler, aren’t you?”

You continue to stare at the ground.

“No, no, no. I asked you a question, little one. Answer it.”

“Y-yeth,” you moaned, barely audible.

“What was that? I could barely hear you,” she growled.

“Yeth, ma’am, I-I’m n-not an a-a-adult,” you whimpered through your paci.

To your surprise, she shivered. “Oh my gosh, that was so hot to hear! Is that why your Daddy enjoys this? Does he get off on how pathetic you are?”

You look away, “I-I d-don’t know, m-ma’am…”

“Ugh, this is a rush!” she thundered, “you know what, turn around, I want to check that diaper of yours, baby.”

Before you can react, she’s kneeling down, two fingers jutting into your diaper. “You’re soaked! And this diaper is ridiculously thick; do you actually wear these all day? Ugh, why am I so turned on by how pathetic you are?”

“Hey, you two!” Daddy sang, coming outside, “looks like you’re becoming fast friends! How’s her diaper doing, babe?”

“It’s soaked! How does she pee that much?”

“You’d be surprised! My little pamper packer is an expert in filling her diapers! So good, she decided to go pro and do it full-time!” Daddy beamed.

“I can tell! And, babe, I’ve decided…I want to be her Mommy! This is so hot!”

Daddy’s face lights up in joy. “Did you hear that, Princess! You got a Mommy! I told you she’d love you!”

“Babe, let’s go…celebrate. Can she come and watch? I want us all to be together…as a family!”

“Of course,” Daddy says, embracing her in a deep, passionate kiss.

You watch them kiss, red-faced and more humiliated than you’ve ever been in your life. You know you’ll never experience anything like that again.

You have your stuffies now—when Daddy permits it. You shudder, wondering if Daddy will make you do your humpies in front of her, too.

You’re being dragged off by Daddy before you can dwell on it, Daddy and—ugh, your Mommy, now—giggling and touching each other the entire way to the bedroom.

Daddy plants you next to the bed, your diaper squishing loudly as you hit the floor. “Stay there, Princess. But absolutely no big girl fun, okay? Maybe you can make humpies for us after, though!”

Barbara Palvin