Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Part 2

It’s about 1pm and the sun is killing me, it’s been about an hour and im exsausted, the slave next to me collapsed and a Beautiful tall blonde Goddess attended the situation and beat him till he had the motivation to get up. The only way i really keep the motivation to keep going is to think of the Alpha females. Their effortless Beauty fills my eyes, while I am just a worthless speck in theirs. I feel the need to give my whole existence to bring a tiny smile or moment of joy to these Beautiful women. I really like to think that Queen Upton is my actual God. I Can’t stand the fact that im techniqually working for Xerxes God King and King Verlander, but they are the Alphas, and I am the beta. At about 3pm, a large parade of slave carried floats came over the hill from the palace and parked itself at the top, several of us stopped to look but we were ordered to continue to work buy the whips. I saw that King Verlander was sitting on a big throne bed, he had at least 10 Beautiful women on the bed with him all going crazy to suck his dick. He made out with one aggressively as several slaves knelt beside the bed serving the Alphas fine foods and fanning them on this horribly hot day.This was a normal occurrence, King Verlander always enjoyed flexing that he was the only Alpha Male on the island and that had the ability to fuck every Beutiful Alpha female that all of us Betas dreamed of but we couldnt because of our tight chatsity cages. As he stuck is massive 10 inch penis in the women that whipped me 10 times this morning while I worked tirelessly for his profit, I couldn’t help but to try to get hard in my tight cage. But per usual the spike dug in and I was in pain. King verlander stayed there for about an hour as we all died in the heat. The Beautiful women on board the float with him would constantly yell at the slaves: “Must be super hot out their”, “Only 7 more hours beta”, “You wish you could get your cock sucked like this”, “”Eyes down Pig”. At one point he ordered a passing slave to ge on his knees and open his mouth. King Verlander stood up and aimed his erect penis at the Beta and pissed in his mouth, complete Alpha move. Before he left he ordered us all to our knees to bow, he then ordered us to lift our gazes. He held one of the most beautiful women on the island in his arms and he grabbed her titiies and said “You will never have this feeling, this is the feeling of being a man, something that none of you are. Now thank me for letting you watch my origy”. I pushed my face into the dirt and I screamed out “Thank you King Verlander for letting me watch you fuck those Beutiful women”. We work tirelessly for 2 more hours. Another float comes from the palace, Queen Upton is sitting on a huge throne as she is fanned and has her feet worshiped by lucky slaves. She is served an amazing dinner as she is carried past us. She throws bones and lobster carcuses our way, metaphorically representing that the Alphas get first pick of food and the betas get the leftovers. I only got a quick glimpse of my beautiful Goddess as she was carried by, I was forced to continue working by the whip as me stomach ached for food and my throat longed for water. As the sun went down and the heat began to drop, we finished our work at 11. Goddess Pamela, the head slave overseer, noticed that we were a few pounds short on the days quota. She ordered that we should not be given food and only slight water. We all marched back to the slave quarters with aching stomachs. We walk down the steps to the dungeon and are blasted by freezing water to clean us off, and then chained into our cells. I try to fall asleep but its so uncomfortable. I have to wake up in 3 hours to start this hell all over again.

Have you had sex with a woman in front of a locked boy? Or made a locked girl tease a locked boy?

Who hasn’t?

But seriously…who? I want to tell them what they’re missing.

Yeah, enjoying my sexuality and the sexuality of others before the hungry eyes of locked boys is sort of a guilty pleasure hobby of mine. It might even be a calling card.

It’s one thing to lock you up and make love to your girlfriend right there in front of you. That’s always fun, especially when you start hearing her make whimpers and squeaks and moans you’ve never heard her make before.

But imagine for a moment, going downtown to a cozy little club instead. You’re dressed to the nines in that shirt that makes your eyes catch the light. Your girl is wearing the little black dress with the golden hem you bought her for your anniversary. I’m wearing that perfume that forces you to inhale whenever you catch the scent. Imagine pushing past the crowd to the bar where we leave you. You watch from across the room as I take your girlfriend by the hand out to the dance floor. You’ve never seen her laugh and smile so much in her life as we dance and joke. She spins away when the horn section flares and melts into me when the bass walks. When we finally come back to the bar, out of breath and needing refreshment, you can’t ignore how her eyes keep finding mine, how my calf tends to brush against hers, how she blushes when I put my hand on her knee. You wish she did that for you, but your cock is content where it is, locked in a cool, smooth, steel cage.

On the ride back to the hotel I sit between you. She leans her head on my shoulder and I play with her hair. I slide my hand down and make lazy circles on the smooth skin of her inner thighs with my fingertips. She coos softly and it seems like her skirt keeps moving higher and higher. My free hand rests on your thigh, high and very close to that inescapable cage. You can’t help wonder what new things I will teach her about her body when we finally arrive at our room. You cross your fingers that you will be allowed to see it all and not be gagged, blindfolded and tied to a chair in the bathroom like last time. Please, not that again.