Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Hope you have a great time while I’m out dancing Fifi.  Just remember if you don’t drop that quarter I’ll let you have a little squirt tomorrow, careful not to squirm or you might drop it, the way you’re tied I doubt you’ll be able to get it between the wall and your nose again.  Wish me luck, hopefully I can find a good man tonight.  Oh I forgot let my set the plug to random vibrate.  

Good luck Fifi, I’ll be rooting for you. 

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Fatal 4 Way! Choose your Keyholder!

1. Keeps you locked 24/7/365 permanently in chastity. Touching her in any way is strictly forbidden. She makes you sleep in a cage under her bed when she has lovers over. Forcing you to listen to them both being pleasured and sexually satisfied while you lay denied and frustrated underneath them!

2. Keeps you locked in chastity as her own personal sex toy! She includes you in her sexual escapades. As a bottom in a three way with another man. You are reduced to licking her clit while he takes her from behind. If you have pleased her, she may release you from chastity afterwards. While they watch, you are allowed to masturbate. Sometimes she might even let you finish but that is extremely rare!

3. Keeps you locked in chastity as her personal pussy licker. She may expect her pussy to be attended to at any time. On a park bench, while out to dinner, or even at family gatherings! No matter who is looking. Licking her to orgasm on command is the only way to ever hope for a chastity release that isn’t offered, and rarely given!

4. Keeps you locked 24/7/365 permanently in chastity. You are her personal peg board. She will peg you with all kinds of phalluses attached to her strapon. She does not care if you cum in your cage or not. She is simply using you as a way to release her pent up aggression!

You are lucky enough to pick your keyholder! Choose wisely!

Of your three “regular” babysitters, she was undoubtedly the nicest. She at least did the least to humiliate or tease you.

One babysitter used her time with you to let out her inner Domme. She was exceedingly strict and any disobedience, even if it was a miscommunication, resulted in punishment. And she was extremely creative with punishments.

Your other babysitter loved nothing more to tease and humiliate you. Whether it was inviting her friends over to taunt the “diaper boy,” or just spending the entire night in Gryffindor-colored bra and panties, with thigh-high Gryffindor socks, making you wish you were a man, she left you would be positively aching down there with insatiable arousal.

But she was different. She wasn’t mean. She didn’t tease you. And, for some reason, you weren’t sure if that made her the worst.

If someone made an audio recording of her time with you, they would be convinced she was babysitting a toddler. It drove you crazy. It was one thing to be bossed around or teased. At least those babysitters acknowledged you were an adult, even if you were just a diaper boy.

But not her. Nothing she did, nothing she said, ever made it seem like she knew you were an adult. It was so convincing, so authentic that you honestly weren’t sure if it was an act.

She had never broken character once in the last five years. You tried everything you could think of to prove you were an adult, to force her to recognize—even for a second—that you were actually an adult.

Your attempts rolled off her like water on a duck. As far as you could tell, you were a toddler to her. She never let you out of her sight, except for your naps and sleepy time of course.

You had absolutely no dignity around her. She dressed you as she wished, checked you when she wished, and changed you when she wished. She blew raspberries on your tummy like it was completely normal.

You watched educational baby cartoons on a non-stop loop. And she always, always encouraged you to answer along and was just so proud of you for getting the right answers.

And nothing entertained her more than having you sing along with her to your “favorite” songs. You could never convince her you didn’t love singing and dancing to Baby Shark in nothing but a short T-shirt and soggy diaper.

All this because your bladder stopped working like it used to. All this because your girlfriend couldn’t handle your diapers but couldn’t break up with you.

But as you hear “The Wheels on the Bus” play for the 100th time, you know you need to start dancing…