Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

oh to sit in a restaurant and push my nails up a cute boys thigh, rest my hand in his crotch and feel his erection straining against the fabric while he desperately tries to keep quiet, praying that no one will notice

@love-missl

Billy’s future

NOTE: This scenario is a fantasy continuation of this post from a friend of mine:

https://pleasemaamno.tumblr.com/post/636968272886218752/billy-had-just-learned-all-about-swearing-he-was

Billy’s heart raced as he pushed open the door slightly and peered inside his sister’s room. There was Samantha, beautiful, blond, apparently changing into her sleeping clothes for the night. Samantha was staying over with Billy’s sister Adalyn. Adalyn was in the shower and Billy was spying on Samantha for a moment, feeling himself growing more aroused by the second.

Of course, having Samantha around reminded Billy of the fateful night a few years ago when his sister and her friends had stripped him naked and spanked him for swearing, a night he’d replayed over and over in his mind - the most humiliating, yet somehow most thrilling and erotic, experience of his entire life. He hated that he had loved it so much, and felt a strange and inexplicable urge to endure another spanking from a girl.

The boy had lost sight of Samantha as he remembered the night of the spanking, and suddenly the door was pulled inward and the boy fell to the floor at Samantha’s bare feet. The girl, wearing her top but in her panties, pushed the door closed and before Billy could move, she had him pinned down beneath her.

“Let me go!” He cried, blushing at his quick capture and feeling embarrassed that he was aroused.

“Sssshhh,” Samantha urged. “Just relax, you know I’ve got you. Just surrender, Billy, you’re my prisoner now.”

Somehow, her words both calmed him and made his humiliation and arousal worse. How could that be? He relaxed beneath her.

“I surrender,” he told her. “I’m your prisoner.”

“Good boy,” Samantha told him. The boy was already shirtless - he’d been preparing to go to bed himself when he realized Samantha might be changing. She turned him over and reached for her pants nearby, and ordered the boy to put his hands behind his back. When he obeyed, she bound his wrists with her belt.

“Why are you tying me up?” Billy cried. “What if Adalyn gets out of the shower?”

“Oh, you’re her prisoner for the night too,” Samantha explained. “But I am not entirely sure you’re not going to enjoy it, at least a little.”

Samantha put him on his knees, then walked over to the bed. She sat down and looked at him.

“Now,” Samantha started. “Do you remember the night me and the other girls spanked you?”

He dropped his gaze, embarrassment filling him. “Yes.”

She paused. “I noticed that little body of yours had a bit of a reaction,” she told him. “Now it’s time to see if I can get that same reaction from you. Walk over here, and I will take off those pants of yours and put your naked body over my thighs for another spanking.”

Tears sprang into his eyes. He didn’t want another spanking, but he knew, without a doubt, it was about to happen to him anyway. He was already captured and tied up.

The boy rose on shaky legs and moved to the beautiful female. She whisked off his pants and boxers, leaving him naked before her, and then ordered him to get across her legs. Billy stared at her thighs a moment and heaved a sigh of surrender as he lay across them, feeling his privates against her smooth legs. She caressed his bottom.

“Time for you to be spanked,” Samantha told him. “And I am sure this will not be the last time you get spanked over my legs, silly Billy.”

I love the way submission evolves, specifically in a relationship to somebody. I used to fantasise about setting up a challenge or bet, losing badly and getting that rubbed in my face. Specifically being set against a woman and losing to her was always so hot to me. In a relationship that can easily become the brat dynamic of me acting out or causing conflict because I want to be put in my place.

But my partner wanted an obedient boy and wasn't a fan of pulling her boy back in line. Why should she put up with me trying to resist when we both know I'm going to lose, I want to lose, I've lost every single time for months, years even? How many times do I have to be defeated before I give up?

But when I accept that I cannot act out and expect to get rewarded, I start thinking about how it works to get rewarded for obedience. Getting bullied and made fun of is something I'm earning through being a total suck up.

Suddenly I'm proud that there's no fight left in me. I do all her chores and say yes ma'am and drop everything when she calls for me. If and when she decides to reward me, she knows that shoving her feet in my face, calling me a weakling, and telling me to kiss her ass are exactly what I adore. And when I feel that urge like I should be fighting for my pride and self respect, to just let her walk all over me and thank her for it, make extra efforts to show my appreciation... It's so much better than standing up and getting knocked down.