Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

If only the young Madam looked at you the way she looks at these boots.

But that’s why you’re here…..to be at the bottom of the food chain and under those boots.

God, I love posture correction as an act of dominance.

Tapping them between the shoulder blades to remind them to stand up straight. Guiding them into the correct position with gentle hands. Pulling their hair to remind them to keep their shoulders back.

Leaning in and whispering, "Straighten your spine, sweetheart, there's a good pet. Look at you, sitting all pretty, just for me 💞"

It’s about her lifestyle now, not your fantasy.

cock gags are so 🥰. you’re not giving anyone pleasure, you’re not sucking someone off for fun, you have a cock down your throat for one reason: to keep you quiet. maybe you’re gagging on it, maybe you’re sucking on it like it’s real, maybe you’re crying because it’s so humiliating to have a cock in your throat. and the funniest part? i’m not gonna take it out baby. your little gagging noises are so pretty, and so much better than hearing you ask me to come over and over.

Did I say you could speak?

touchstarved boys who always need to touch you one way or another, whether it's a hand around your waist, fingers laced with yours, nuzzling his head into your neck.

that whine at the slightest touch anyways, keening when you run your fingers through their hair. holding back a moan when you scratch gently at their scalp with your nails.

who glow under your love, shuddering with the sweet praise that drips your lips.

who try to do their very best so you'll call them your good boy and maybe if they're very good you'll let them touch your body, let them lay between your legs and taste you--if they're good. a tantalizing carrot on a stick that leaves them panting with need.

touchstarved boys that can't bear to be apart from you long, and can hardly keep sane without you in their line of sight,

who grip at your wrist when you try to leave for work, begging you to stay as they drop onto their knees, hugging your legs.

who plead and plead for you not to leave them, whining and sniffling when you try to shake them off.

who nudge their nose against your thigh, sweet big eyes looking up and only then can you tell deep inside where this was always inevitably going to go.

touchstarved boys who you could never seem to say no to.

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“Look over there…look at all those diapers just for you!! That’s a lot of diapers to get through isn’t it?? I bet by the time you’re done with all of them you’ll need more because you’ll have grown dependent on them by then!”

“You’re late. Get inside now. You know what’s coming.”