Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

@HighHeelsDivaX

Usually she ties the slave to the post when she wants to use the bullwhip on him in the courtyard. Occasionally though she hoods him to protect his ears and eyes, locks his wrist cuffs to his collar and hobbles him with an 18 inch chain between his ankle cuffs. She then tells he him he is allowed to move about as he likes to try to avoid the lash. She enjoys watching his futile attempts to evade Her in the small courtyard, his fear as she stalks him and the sound of the lash on his flesh and his scream. Before long he will obediently circle the courtyard in the direction She commands like a horse on a lunge as She whips his ass, back and thighs until She is satisfied.

This post was written as a collaborative work of @oh-hi-welcome-to-my-soft-side and @sweetboynolan . Enjoy!

New Mommy, DMD - Part 1

"What are my goggles for? You've got so many questions after I turned the happy gas on! Not so shy now, are you? Ok, open wide so I can get my fingers in there. Mmm. I seeee. You must have a very good Mommy, because I don't see one cavity in here. Alright, let me check your tongue way back in here... Oh! Was that moan for me? Naughty baby! I've had little boys mistake me for their mommy in the grocery store before, but I don't think you get that excuse here. Now, close your mouth and I'll test some muscular strength. Ok, suck on them, please."

*Pssssssssssssrrrrrrrrr*

"What's that sou...? Oh my goodness! Did my widdle patient get excited from my feengurs? Well it's a good thing your mommy had you diapered. It's ok, this isn't the first time its happened. That's why we keep the masks on, some big babies let go of a lot more."

"Oh, right, you asked me a question. My goggles are for keeping your little squirties away from my pretty eye makeup when you get your good patient reward. You see, I wanted to look extra pretty when I checked my schedule and saw you were coming in today. Awww, I saw how wide your eyes got, and that bump your pee pee made in your soggy diapee too; you think I'm trying to impress YOU! What a sweet, silly, baby boy! No no no. Once I finish taking care of your teeth, I'm going to see if your pretty Mommy wants to get dinner with me. Wouldn't that be fun? With me dating your Mommy we could play dentist all the time, and, sometimes, I might even give you a dose of the happy gas when we strap you to your diapee changie table! Oh! Shhhh, no need to fuss Baby. Here, let me turn the gas a little higher. There, now, let's see how much you like being a mommy's boy. Lets get these tapes off. There we go, it's ok Cutie, just relax, I'm a pro. Let me just warm up the lotion, and a spare diapee. I've given out lots of good patient prizes on this chair, but I'll make this one extra nice.

The wheelchair was more of a carriage, but Mommy's face lit up when he was wheeled out of the working area. Her heels clicking as she meet the dentist halfway down the hall.

"Here you are Miss Tori, one very good patient, all clean and changed, and not a single cavity to be worried about! Looks like he needed a nap after such a big day, but I'm happy he's not fussing, because... well... Oh! No, reception will handle payment... No, no, I was really... err ahmmmm... do you... do you like Italian food?"

Wait for it….💥

I was restrained and gagged and had already taken a fair amount of strikes and impact with hand, paddle, and the cane. This clip was taken from a vid that goes on for another 2 min or so in similar fashion. The caning carried on for some time afterwards. Let’s just say the sheets were a bit messy by the end of it all.

Will we get to see you trample/crush more things with your boots like the last gif you posted? So amazing! Mesmerising.. <3

More of the same coming right up.

The Enchantress: Debt Guild

Hero: Credit? No, I don’t like to buy anything on credit, really. Stuff like that tends to tie you down in ways a constant traveler like myself should avoid.

Banker: Are you sure, laddie? There are many creditors out there we work with who would gladly work with a traveler. It could help when you have a lighter coin purse than you expected.

Hero: I firmly reject, thank you.

*** *** ***

Hero: MMPH-!

The hero is shoved over the bed of his inn lodging from behind, with a slender and soft hand firmly covering his mouth. There was no warning, no noise. He knows who his assailant is even before she speaks.

Enchantress: Now listen closely, hero. You are going to sign up for Fem-and-Arcana credit, and you will carry the branded parchment they give to you with you wherever you go.

Hero: MM MM-!

Enchantress: This is not up for debate, hero. I can’t have you starving out on the streets. For your own safety and health’s sake you WILL sign up for their credit account. If not there will be consequences.

She lets him go. He turns around to find nobody behind him.

*** *** ***

Ropes shoot out from the shadow, binding his wrists together. He is dragged away from the campsite into the dark woods. The enchantress holds him close.

Enchantress: Hero, hero, hero. You ignored my sound advice.

Hero: Enchantress-! I don’t want to use credit! Especially not one that’s obviously run by a gang of evil sorceresses!

Enchantress: Shhhhh. I did not ask about what you wanted, hero. Now I’ll have to give you a more firm warning…

His belt drops to the ground. The hero panics but can’t escape as the enchantress’s fingers pinch the bit of pants just covering his ass, and pulls down. His bare ass, his erect penis, is out in the open.

Hero: Enchantress, please no!

Enchantress: You must be taught a lesson, hero. We socialites and creditors have worked very hard to make the world ours. Debt and debit is a reality for all folks, hero. Why should you get to be the exception.

Hero: Enchy, I don’t understand! Why?

Enchantress: You WILL sign up for the credit guild, hero.

The enchantress’s fingers fondle his crack as her other hand fondles his cock. The hero squirms as her fingers slowly creep deeper, approaching his ass. She tickles and tortures him… And then she withdraws.

Enchantress: I choose to spare you, hero. Tonight only.

She lets go of him. When the hero pulls back his pants and makes his way back to the campfire his money pouch is missing.

*** *** ***

Enchantress: Naughty little hero.

She stands above the hero’s naked and chained body in her dungeon, her arms crossed.

Hero: I’m a member of the credit guild you wanted me to join… I did as you said.

Enchantress: Do you think I’m a fool, hero? What good is credit if you don’t use it?

The enchantress bends down. She frowns as she looks him up and down, feeling his squirming body. Muscular and lacking fat. Scarred. His hair, washed with river water and medicinal herbs and moss from his travels. Bags under his eyes.

Enchantress: Look at you, hero. Comfortable inns, food, and safety all easily accessible if you would just surrender and use the credit.

Hero: But I don’t want to-!

The enchantress shoves the bundle of clothes and armor she had stripped from him.

Enchantress: Look at your armor and clothes, hero. Torn. Faded. A decent tunic and chain mail would not set you so far back, would it?

Hero: Look, what do you really want?

Enchantress: Am I not worth the potential debt? Would you not brave any danger for me? Do you not trust me, hero?

Hero: I know what happens to people who fall in debt with Fem & Arcana, enchantress! I won’t-!

Enchantress: Am I selfish?

Hero: Wh-what?

The enchantress is close now, her lips an from his, her eyes bright and deep. When she speaks her voice is a whisper.

Enchantress: What I want is for you to live well. Eat well, sleep well, be wrapped in real, warm clothes. Just for once. Is that selfish, hero?

The hero sighs.

Hero: I’m a beast from the woods, enchantress. I always will be. I’m sorry that I made you fall for someone like me.

The enchantress stands up and, without a word, walks away, slamming the dungeon door shut. The hero sighs.

*** *** ***

Days after he escaped the prison the hero wanders the market square of a city. He has little coin left after his latest quest. Another night slumming it in the woods with a tent and a fire.

However, the words of the enchantress never leaves his mind.

He remembers his many encounters with the enchantress. Lusty nights being pulled from his campsite into a safe and warm room to make love.

Forced into humiliating prim and proper outfits, masculine and feminine alike, for her erotic entertainment.

The enchantress was domineering, lustful to a fault, and depraved. But there was another way of looking at it if one wanted to be more charitable.

Pulling him away from danger to spend time in safety…

Forcing him into proper clothing by gunpoint, anything at all to get him out of his rags…

The hero looks into his pouch, the credit parcel he had hardly ever used.

If the enchantress genuinely offered to clothe him, pay for his lodgings, and buy him the food and tools he needed, of course he would refuse. They both knew this.

So in what other way could she get him to do as she say than being domineering, being lustful, and being depraved?

Nervously, he approached a mart selling tunics… Each one worth far more than any he has ever worn…

*** *** ***

It is two months before they hunt him down.

Sleeping in cheap inns and buying practical clothes would never have plunged him in debt. He would have paid back easily had he enough time.

He let himself a little luxury. A meal in a nice place here. A new set of boots there. He worked and paid back and then spent again. But each time the amount he could not pay back grew and grew.

And then they knocked down the door to the inn he was staying in.

He faced the two debt collectors of Fem & Arcana.

The witch almost looked normal in comparison to her demonic friend. A little young to be a powerful witch, but standard arcane robe and pointed and brimmed hat. The scantily clad, grey skinned she-devil with the purple hair and pointed ears hovering beside her seemed far out of place.

Hero: The dreaded Fem and Arcana?

Witch: Hello, marauder. I am an Arcana and she is a femme. We’re sent in pairs.

Demoness: We hope you understand that this is just business. Even if it’s not particularly pleasant for you. At first, anyway.

The demon giggles into her clawed hands.

Hero: I don’t suppose you’re here to offer me an extension for my credit debt?

Witch: A sense of humor is good for these things. It’ll make taking you back easier, less stressful for all parties involved.

Demoness: But so lame, ugh. It’ll bore me out of my mind if you just go along with us without a fight!

Hero: Can’t have that.

He lunges forward carrying his dagger. The demoness lunges forward as well, catching his wrists as the witch casts spells that lock and subdue.

The battle is brief. The hero soon lies on the floor bound and gagged.

Demoness: He was actually kind of hot, fighting like that. Might have actually taken me if you weren’t here.

Witch: Now, dear marauder. We hope you don’t see us capturing you as a sign we wish to terminate our credit contract! We won’t let you go without our services as long as we live. We just need to ensure you deliver on your payment…

*** *** ***

Demoness: When we heard that the marauder, the ronin, the infamous traveling swordsman was one of our clients we couldn’t believe our ears! Ha ha ha ha~!

The hero would cover his ears if he weren’t tied up. Why were demonesses always so damn jovial and grating to listen to?

Witch: We had spies watching you from day one, ready to catch you the moment you missed even a single pay day.

Demoness: We’re here!

They drag the hero into what appears to be a palace of pink marble. The sound of a hundred demonesses and witches laughing and moaning almost drowns out the sound of a few dozen tormented men.

It is an orgy of female demons bewitching male clients, who are magically restrained, as female witches rape them. They all cry out for mercy and an end to the orgy, seeming so obviously drained, but there is no mercy to be had. After each orgasm the witch leaves and is eagerly replaced by another in line. Some witches are seen standing in glowing magical rivers, letting the supernaturally enhanced cum drip into it. A sick process to create magical power.

The hero squirms but can’t escape as he is bound by the power of many witches and demonesses. He is stripped and tied to a throne, his fancier than the ones others are bound to.

Witch: Marauder… It will be an honor to be the first to rape you, and add your cum to our river.

There is giggling. The others have taken a moment from abusing the other men to watch. Clearly he is a guest of honor.

Witch: Before we begin raping you for the next… how much does he owe?

Demoness: Seventy Five Copper Plates and fifteen percent monthly interest.

Witch: Right. Before we begin raping you for the next seventy five hours, plus one orgasm per demoness, I must ask you to fill out our one-question service questionnaire! Just tell us… who recommended our credit services to you?

She ungags the hero.

Witch: You couldn’t have found out about us on your own. Who gave you our name?

He considers not telling them to be rebellious, but any rebellion is crushed when he looks at all the smirking faces surrounding him. They would overwhelm him in seconds.

Hero: …The Enchantress.

There is laughter and cheers as the demoness fondles the hero’s body and the witch mounts him, beginning his hours and hours of orgy. She wastes no time grinding away at his naked and bound body, and neither will the other witches when their turn comes. Continuous, exhausting, magical rape that would break any man in minutes. The enchantress watches from afar, of course, as the hero is doomed to make a hundred witches and demonesses happy for days.

"Feeling a little better now, honey?”, Annie asked her husband, her soft hand soothingly stroking along his back.

Though steadier than it had been moments ago, David’s breathing and voice were still nowhere near normal. “Yes…… I think so…,” he replied, his comment coming across as more as a question to himself than an answer to his wife’s.

Annie couldn’t help but smile, softly purring, “Sweetheart, I know you’re still aching. But, you know I’m not going to let that go away today, don’t you? You should just try to enjoy those moments…. like now… when it’s a little bit less for you.”

Her husband put up no resistance, nodding his agreement. In a voice that was soft, resigned of its fate, David added, “It’s just that….. oh god Annie, this is soo much more intense than anything we’ve done before.”

Again she smiled, her husband’s statement certainly very true. The night before Annie had teased him more mercilessly, more intensely than ever before. Five solid hours of keeping him rock hard, repeatedly bringing him to the edge and denying his relief, his cock and balls feeling impossibly swollen, full, heavy, aching as if they would simply burst if he wasn’t given release. Now, this morning it had been another three hours already.

“I know, honey,” she murmured. “But, we both agreed. We wanted to try this. And, we promised that no matter what we’d see it through for at least 48 hours, remember baby?” Though part of her felt sympathetic to her husband’s plight, another was simply dripping with arousal. Seeing her husband in this condition, knowing it was the power of her own female sensuality that had caused this was intoxicating to her.

His voice was now cracking as he replied, “Yes…. b-but…….,”

Annie interrupted before he could continue. “Shhhh, no buts darling…. no exceptions… we promised one another,” she reminded him.

She bit her lower lip gently when again he nodded. God, he was so deliciously compliant right now. So vulnerable. So totally and utterly dependent on her. “C'mon baby, let’s go back to bed,” she purred. “The more you think about it, the worse you’re going to make it for yourself. C'mon sweetie, come with me so I can play with you some more.”

Within moments Annie once again had her husband’s body spread out on the bed before her, her soft lips wasting no time bringing his aching cock back in to a full, swollen erection, his soft moans of need again serenading her.

As she gently teased and tantalized his cock, gently weighing his cum-heavy balls in her hand she was already starting to think about what would be happening when they hit the 48 hour mark the next day. She knew David anticipated his torment would be over and he would be granted his much needed relief.

Annie though had other plans. She’d already purchased a chastity device and had every intention of slipping it on him and letting his frustration and ache build for one more week. Of course she wouldn’t do it without his permission, but as she looked at the dazed, weak, nearly broken man spread out on her bed she was confident. Smiling to herself at the sound of his frustrated whimpers, Annie had no doubt that by the time they hit that point she would be able to persuade this man to do anything that she wanted.

Absolutely anything.

27th - Dove Cameron