Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

The boss’s bratty daughter was in to see daddy dearest, and it was the first time you met her.

Trouble? You don’t know the half of it.

Shy, polite, and respectful sub boys are my favorite. The ones that are so cute and nervous and polite when the speak to you, and they blush and beam when you pay them compliments. Gah. Just too cute. And then, the more they get to know you, the more silly, and sassy and bratty they get…. I could eat em up.

Sienna Miller

We’d been at dinner for about half an hour when she looked at me in that  certain way and said “When we get home, I’m going to hurt you. Does that make you excited?”

“Yes m’am.”

“I’m going to hurt you a lot. I’m going to make you cry, and then hurt you more. It’s going to be a very long night for you. I want you fragile. I want you compliant. Thinking about you on your knees, bruised and begging, is making me incredibly wet, do you know that?”

“yes m’am.” I was sweating now. 

“I feel like caning you. I feel like hurting your balls. I feel like shocking them and watching you squirm while i masturbate.”

Her hand was below the table. I could tell she was stroking herself, but she never broke eye contact with me.

“In fact, I think it’s time you spent some time in the chair again, don’t you? It’ll be nice to have the bed to myself after I wear myself our on you, don’t you think?”

I shuddered. The chair was a thing she’d seen on Kink and had me build for us. It was designed for “nondamaging prolonged discomfort,” and she’d only strapped me in once before. 

Now, apparently, she intended me to spend the night in it. 

“Give me your keys and wallet.” I looked at her quizzicly. “NOW.”

I did. She popped them in her purse. “Can’t have you running off, now, can we?” She rose. I started to follow, but she pushed me back into my chair. “Just the ladies, love. Wait here like a good boy.”

When she came back, she stood in front me and smiled evily. “Open.”

“Huh?”

“Open your mouth or I’ll start the beating here.”

I complied. She stuffed her panties into my mouth. They were wet – very wet – and acrid. She’d peed on them. She wiped her hand on my face.

“Good boy.”

She dropped some cash on the table.

“So when we get home, I want you to strip in the garage, and crawl into the basement. Lock your collar around your neck, and lock your hands behind your back. Then wait.”

She liked waiting. The basement was cold, and the collar was heavy. 

“I think I’ll start with a little time-out. You like time-out, don’t you? With some special sauce?”

I did not. Time out meant a stressful tie and a long wait before something worse – and during the wait, it always got worse. Special sauce meant she was going to rub IcyHot on my balls before we started, too. If was s

“Then I’m going to spank your balls. I really love how you howl when I do that, but if you make too much noise I’ll gag you. 

Poor Scarlett Storm gets it from myself, Violet Gein, and Mia Hope. Yikes.

road trip with your kidnapper where your hands are bound to your thighs with leather cuffs and you’ve got a face mask hiding the ball gag in your mouth