Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

✞ 666 ✞

Thinking about fun obedient playthings.

You hated the nights she came home drunk. Especially when her friends were with her. It always ended up like this.

You laying on the floor with a disgustingly full diaper, helplessly waiting for her to change you. But all they want to do is dance—and laugh at you, of course. Your diapers are always so much more hilarious to them when they're drunk.

They'll get around to changing you, eventually. The change will be done as sloppily as you'd expect from two drunk girls. You'll undoubtedly wake up shivering in a cold puddle after your diaper leaks. But you'll just have to lay in it until she wakes up, which won't be anytime soon. Not with the hangover she's going to deal with.

That's just the life of a Diaper Boy.

I wanna be sitting at a glory hole, tools at my side, waiting for someone to put their cock through the hole. I’ll coax them to pull their balls through, then after getting them nice and hard with my mouth, lock something around them so they can’t pull out, tight enough to keep them hard. Then I begin. 

I’d tease his cock with a feather, til it was drooling, telling him he has to be quiet, he doesn’t want to attract attention does he? How humiliating would that be? And maybe the wrong person would come in, would want to make his torment worse, better not risk it~

I think I’d really wanna push him, maybe have a violet wand with me, to trace along his cock, use a vibrator to tease and overstimulate him. God, I could do this for hours.

But I mean, I’d let him come eventually. If he was a good boy I’d even let him enjoy the orgasm, instead of ruining it. But then, I’d continue. Tickling and stroking his balls, maybe tape a bullet vibe to the head of his cock, and run the violet wand over his shaft. The binding around his cock and balls would keep him nice and hard, so I could tease and torture him, make him come over and over, as much as I want. 

Ssshhh don’t scream, someone might hear you. You’re so vulnerable, I’ll let you go when I’m good and ready. Good boy <3

Heaven must be missing an angel, because she's here with me humping my boot. She's pressing her face into my thigh, weaving her little fingers into the material of my pants. Holding on for dear life. Whining, begging with her big wet doe eyes. Gazing up at me in such complete and utter adoration, the likeness borders on that I have only seen in the most pious of church dogs.

Underwear off, boy!