Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Wrestling with a Sub

Imagine wrestling with your brat, and he’s bigger than you, and stronger than you. You promise that whoever wins gets to do whatever they want and be the top for the night.

And then, when he pins you, and you admit that he’s won, he looks a little lost, like he’s not sure where to begin. You smirk, and raise a brow at him. “You won, pup. What now? You can pin me, but you don’t know what to do with me?”

He blushes adorably, and stammers a bit, still looking lost. You coo at him, and grind your hips up into his teasingly. “Such a big, strong boy.” You sit up slowly and peck his lips, and when he sighs and goes in for more, you quickly flip him onto his back and straddle him. 

He blinks several times, stunned. 

“There, that’s better.” You lean down and nip at his ear. “You and I both know this is where you belong anyway, isn’t it, puppy?”

This one is straight from my wife’s playbook.

Does this make me cruel? 😈

After edging my caged sub until their cock is pressing against their cage, desperate for release...getting on my knees in front of them, lightly running my fingertips along their thighs and stomach, before flicking their cage roughly and watching them whince. "Oh, poor little guy, trapped in a cage. Such a waste...", I trail off as I start to tease their cage with my tongue and mouth. Watching my sub begin to white knuckle grip the edges of the chair and tilt their head back trying to keep it together. "I know how we can fix it...", I say as I get up, straddle their lap and grind on their cage, even going so far as to insert just the tip into my tight pussy, covering their cage and cock in my juices.

Oh no, you can't cum, baby. But thank you for asking 🥰

“Watch this,” she said with a mischievous smile, the snapped her fingers, and I immediately dropped to my knees. A second snap and further down I went, kissing her boots with all the love and respect my goddess deserves. My face turned red and hot as I heard gasps and goggles from her friends. One said “wow, you’ve certainly got him well trained!” and another commented “that’s impressive,” and requested, “you’ll just have to share your training program with us,”.

“Well, it was quite easy, actually,” my wife replied, “in our relationship, I’ve always been the alpha, and he’s always been very much the beta. I just gave it a nudge here and there, and I found that the more demanding I became, the more obedient he became. And of course, whenever he disappointed me, he was disciplined, as harshly as I could muster. Mostly spankings, whippings, writing lines, time outs, that sort of thing, and on occasion, when he really messed up, I’d find ways to increase the pain and include some pretty extreme humiliation. I know, I know,” she continued, ”it sounds harsh, but I also reward him when he pleases me- usually, he gets to, umm…, well he calls it “worshiping” me- and he’s learned to become quite skilled with his tongue.”

“That’s his reward?” one of the ladies remarked, “I have to practically beg my husband to go down on me… ”

“Oh honey. That’s just not right. A gorgeous goddess like you? Don’t you worry, we’re gonna fix him.”, my wife responded. Then she snapped her fingers again. I’d been kissing her boots the entire time, and was grateful for a break, and returned to my kneeling position as she looked down at me, and began tenderly stroking my hair. “Honey, it’s time for you to go get changed now,” she said softly. I got up and walked to the bedroom, and proceeded to change into the outnshed left out for me- panties, a mid length pleated skirt and a fuzzy pink sweater like the one she had on. Wearing her clothes always filled me with an intense mixture of shame, humiliation, and a pleasant girly feeling that never failed to have me fully erect.

When I reported back to her, there was even more gasping and laughter than before. “Ladies,” my wife announced, the real secret ingredient to subduing and taking control of your man is humiliation, and that starts with emasculation. Once you take away his sense of manhood, and turn him into a mincing feminized sissy, he will quickly reach his breaking point, and from then on, he’s all yours, to shake and mold into the most obedient slave you could ever imagine. I’m sure some of your men will be easier to break, and others tougher, but don’t worry- I’ll be here to help you every step of the way!”

One final snap of her fingers indicated she was done with me, so I curtsied as trained and left them to talk. It was a strangely mortifying yet proud event for me. I am living my dream as a sissy slave to my superior wife.