Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

From:   Lover Of Gorgeous2

Drool - Part 1

"Can you open your mouth for me? Give me your best alligator smile!"

Your eyes fixate on the device in Nurse Molly's extending hand. It has a pink plastic guard with a long, rounded, silicone shaft. If it weren't so large, you'd almost think it was a...

Pacifier.

"Wh-wh-what is this for?" You ask nervously, failing to suppress your stammer. It's particularly difficult given how cold this examination room is. Air from a nearby vent runs up the open back of your pale pink hospital gown, and you're forced to clutch the thin paper against your bare hips to prevent your naked bottom from getting exposed. Without thinking, you begin to chew anxiously on your lower lip.

"It's for that," Nurse Molly replies, the prologue of a smile drafting itself across her pretty face. "You bit your lip again. That's what this program is all about! These nervous tics you told us about on your application: stuttering, lip biting, scratching, shaking, and all the others...they may be psychological, but your body and mind work as a team. This equipment will help prevent damage to your lips while laying the foundations for correcting the behavior."

You don't take your eyes off the silicone nipple. You fight your body's nervous impulse to start rubbing your arms, instead crinkling the paper of your pink hospital gown.

"B-b-but I thought I w-w-would be doing sp-speech therapy. How can I t-t-talk with that in my mouth?"

Nurse Molly places a hand on your wrist in an effort to comfort you. "All in good time. Right now, it's important that we work on strengthening your jaw muscles and put a stop to the biting. Pretty please, open your mouth for me?"

As much as you've started to question this inpatient treatment program, there's something in Nurse Molly's gentle voice and soft grip that calms you down. What are you so nervous about, anyway? The reason you're here is because every other program has been unable to help you. Maybe this one will finally work...

Slowly, you let your mouth fall open.

"A little wider, honey," Nurse Molly whispers, tightening her grip on your wrist almost imperceptibly. "It's going to feel like a lot to take in at first."

You can't help but nibble your lip -- just a little -- before gaping your mouth as widely as you can. Nurse Molly wastes no time before sliding the firm, pliable silicone nipple deep into your mouth. Your gag reflex is tickled, but you manage to stop yourself from sputtering by holding your tongue wide and flat against the shaft. Immediately, you feel saliva pooling in the few remaining recesses of your mouth, and the device emits a loud, slurping sound as you swallow awkwardly around it. Nevertheless, a small bubble of drool forms at the corner of your lips.

"Mmmmnmmhhhhhh," you moan, reaching up reflexively to take out the device with your free hand.

"Ah ah! No touching!" Nurse Molly scolds, grasping your other wrist and pulling your palms together in front of you. You shift your feet, desperate to spend the nervous energy which has started to build. The hem of your paper hospital gown flutters dangerously high from the blowing vent.

"The device is designed for long-term use, so I want you to get into the habit of keeping it in unless a doctor or nurse removes it. Try to form an 'O' with your lips and suckle naturally."

You grimace as you turn to look into the full-length mirror on the door of the examination room. There you are, shivering in your pale pink hospital gown, your eyes arched in a forced look of surprise, your cheeks bulging like a chipmunk's. The pink guard of the device bobs ridiculously and makes a suction-cup squelch as you swallow again. A line of thick drool escapes your mouth and begins draining from behind the plastic guard. You have no doubt now: this is effectively a giant pacifier.

"It looks like you're quite the little spit factory!" Nurse Molly teases, grabbing a paper towel and wiping around the shield of the pacifier as you blush hotly. "You'll get into the rhythm of sucking and swallowing soon enough, but it may be a good idea to start wearing a bib for a while. You certainly don't want to be walking around the clinic covered in drool stains!"

A bib?! You reach up again to remove the pacifier in protest. Nurse Molly is quicker, interrupting your impulse and pulling your hand away from your mouth.

"Don't fuss," she says. Her tone is not unkind, but it is forceful. "The doctor won't agree to start your speech therapy until you demonstrate you've been using the device as prescribed."

You stare at Nurse Molly in exasperation, shuddering as more drool forms around your mouth. Surely you can't be expected to suck on a giant squishy pacifier with no way to ask questions about your treatment! Desperate to tic, you begin scratching your forearm, which causes Nurse Molly's eyebrows to shoot up.

"I have an idea."

Nurse Molly reaches to pull out a large drawer under a nearby table. After a few moments of searching, she extracts what appear to be two cloth pads in the same pale pink color as your hospital gown.

"Make a fist for me, honey."

You hesitate, cottoning on to what Nurse Molly intends to do. If you weren't dressed in the embarrassing hospital gown, there's a chance you would spit out your pacifier, turn on your heel, and march out the door right now.

"Make a fist. You have to make a fist." Nurse Molly makes it clear this isn't a request.

You swear you begin salivating more as you slowly lift your shaking hand. Frothy drool spills out from behind your pacifier as you curl your fingers and thumb together. You realize through your heavy breathing that you're actually suckling rhythmically on the rubbery shaft, filling the air with a soft squish, squish, squish, squish, squish.

Once your hand forms the desired fist, Nurse Molly wastes no time in smothering it with one of the pink cloth pads. The inside of the cloth is soft and pillowy, but very constricting; you couldn't uncurl your fingers if you tried. A tied ribbon strap is tightened around your wrist, and you raise your hand to gawk at the ridiculous balled mitten that now encases it.

"This should put an end to that scratching, and help remind you to keep that oral device exactly where it needs to be!" Nurse Molly smiles triumphantly, raising the second cloth pad.

Something clicks in your brain as your other hand is quickly mittened and secured snugly in place: you're completely helpless now. Not only can you no longer scratch, but you won't be able to get your clothes back on or open a door without help. What happens if you need to use the toilet?

"Mmmmhhhmmmn?" You gesture frantically at your pacifier as thick gobs of drool begin to collapse like icicles on the front of your paper gown. You feel the need to communicate; to take back some control. You crane your neck forward to spit the silicone shaft out, but think better of it when you see Nurse Molly's severe look.

"Ohhh, I see, honey," Nurse Molly coos with concern as you continue to point stupidly at your suckling mouth with the fat, balled mitten. "But don't worry. It's just a little drool. Let's get a bib on you. Then, I'll walk you to the bedroom where you'll be staying with us these next few weeks. How exciting! Soon, you'll feel like a whole new person."

You moan and shake your head, suckling furiously as more nervous energy builds. You want to scratch, to bite your lip, to stutter, to do something that gives you a feeling of control.

But as Nurse Molly holds up a large cloth bib -- white with a pink trim -- you realize fully that you're not in control. You're pathetic, muted, and covered in drool. The only thing you can do is fill the air with slurping and sucking as Nurse Molly tightens the bib around your neck. Robbed of your ability to tic, you try to focus all your nervous energy on your mouth. You're already painting the white cloth of the bib with thick streams of spit as you concentrate hard on suckling.

Squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish...

💊 Part 2 💊

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.

Use The Force

Even in the most secure relationships where effective communication between partners seems to come easily, it can be incredibly hard for a person to tell their partner, the one they trust and trusts them the most, their deepest desires and sexual fantasies. Why? Fear of rejection of course.

You love that person and want to be with them forever. Nothing would hurt you more than them leaving you and the last thing you want is for them to think you are a freak or sexual deviant, and leaving you because of it. The fact that it’s taboo makes it exciting, but it’s risky. For some, the risk is too great, and they keep these desires a secret from their partners forever.

Even if you finally become brave enough to confess these fantasies and kinks to your significant other, and they say they are fine with it, are they really? Are they just tolerating it or do they truly accept it? It can feel kind of selfish to ask your partner to engage in these fantasies, if you don’t know for sure that it’s also their thing. You will worry that they may eventually grow tired of having to indulge in your kinks and feel like nothing more then a fetish dispenser, something you can read people complaining about on online forums all the time.

So if your submissive partner bravely tells you their fantasies and you actually want to make them happy by sharing and indulging in them, what’s the best way to set their mind at ease and show that not only do you accept the fetish, but actively enjoy it yourself?

Use the force. Tell them that not only are you going to allow them to do it, you are going to make them do it! Forcing your submissive partner to do it will prove to them that their kink is indeed your kink too and will allow them to stop worrying about potential rejection and start truly enjoying the experience.   It will be much more exciting and intimate because you are actively taking a role in it, not just remaining passive and letting them indulge in their kink alone. No matter what kinky thing they are into, they will enjoy it twice as much if you force them to do it. You don’t have to force it all the time, but you should occasionally to spice things up and show a higher level of acceptance for what they like. Some things are tame, others are quite kinky, but all are more fun and exciting when you use the force.

Forced Kissing

What’s better than kissing your subby hubby? Grabbing him forcefully and pushing him up against the wall, taking his mouth with yours. Don’t forget to keep your hands busy fondling, feeling them up and pinching those sensitive nipples. if he doesn’t surrender completely, a gentle slap across the face will remind him who’s in charge.

Forced Cornertime

Whether for punishment or control, cornertime is great. You can just order him into the corner and I do it that way for punishment, withholding any extra attention from him. But when I do it for control, I will lead him into the corner by the hand, kiss him passionately, and gently force him nose first into the corner and handcuff his wrists behind him. It’s much more memorable, fun, and intimate for both of us this way.

Forced Bondage

My husband has always had a penchant for bondage and feels loved and wanted when restrained. I want him to feel really loved and wanted so I will stalk him around the house and when he least expects it, will show up with restraints in hand and demand his instant surrender. We have a rule that he is forbidden to ever refuse my restraints. If I want him gagged he will be gagged. I love locking his hands in fistmitts. It is so frustrating for him and makes him quite helpless.

Forced Confinement

Being locked in his cage is so much more sexy and enjoyable for both of us when I lead him into the room, remove all of his clothing myself, make him get down on all fours and using my hand on his forehead, push him backwards into his cage. I usually bend down and kiss his forehead before closing the door and locking it. There is something so satisfying  about locking him in his cage knowing that he is so completely under my control. I love how helpless it makes him. He cannot meet any of his most basic needs, like food, water, or go to the bathroom. As soon as the door is locked, I make him put on a diaper, as I have a policy of never unlocking him for bathroom breaks.

Forced Chastity

Ask any male who’s into chastity, and they will tell you it’s much more exciting when your wife or girlfriend actively locks his penis up herself instead of just ordering him to do it himself. I take it a step further by helplessly restraining him any time the chastity cage comes off, and never giving him any chance to touch his own bare penis. Some women allow supervised masturbation, but not me. I am, and will forever be, the source of any sexual pleasure that he is allowed to have.

Forced Oral

He really enjoys giving you pleasure in this way but it will be so much better for him if you forcefully make him do it. Don’t be afraid of a little hair pulling. It shows enthusiasm and will encourage him to put in more effort. Even if he is doing a great job, give him a little slap across the face and demand even more from him. When orgasm is near, feel free to take over and just grind yourself into his face. My husband loves it.

Forced Crossdressing

I once read online that any time you put pantyhose on a male, he will get an erection. I tried it on my husband and indeed, he was as hard as I’ve ever seen him. I was never interested in men who crossdress as it wasn’t my thing at all but seeing him so sexually aroused by it got me going too and now I enjoy dressing him up. It is a guilty pleasure for him, but with me making him do it, it makes it okay for him as he can justify it in his mind that he is doing it for me.

I have bought several satin bonnets and headscarves online in lovely pastel colors that he wears around the house and at bedtime.

It has been over 4 years now since he went a full day without his toenails painted, and I have a strict rule with harsh penalties for removing nailpolish from himself.

If he wears jeans, he has to wear pantyhose underneath, as I don’t allow rough textures like demin to touch his bare skin.

I bought him satin panties online, a set of seven pairs with the day of the week embroidered on, and punish him if he doesn’t wear them or wears the wrong pair on the wrong day of the week.

I have been high heel training him for years, starting with 2 inch heels and graduating him up an inch every year. He just recently started wearing 5 inch heels.

In the future, I want to buy him a corset and start waist training him.

Forced to Wear Buttplug

When he least expects it I come at him with a plug already prelubed, bend him over and insert it. It stays in until I remove it myself.

Forced Hair Removal

I shave my husband once a week. I restrain him standing, and taking my time, I take all his hair away from him. I prefer him completely hairless so I force him to be hairless. Much prettier now that I force him to wear women’s underwear and accessories.

Force Feeding Him Healthy Food

He doesn’t like vegetables very much so to ensure he stays healthy and eats enough, I make him eat them for a whole meal once a week. I cut them up in bite sized chunks, and make him eat them off of a plate on the floor without using his hands, like a dog. I stand over him with my riding crop ready in case he needs encouragement to eat every last bite and lick the plate clean afterwards.

Forced Bottle Feeding

My husbands doctor told him that he wasn’t drinking enough water each day, so I fill baby bottles full of water and schedule him to suckle them twice a day. He will be punished for missing his bottle time. I make him hold the bottle with both hands until it is empty. It’s humiliating and fun for him.

Forced Petplay

When ever I say ‘puppyluv’, he has to get down on all fours and remain silent, or he will be punished. I sometimes keep him like this for a few hours and he has to follow me around the house, always trying to keep me in sight.

look at you, sitting so pretty on your throne. “Your Highness,” they say. “Prince of the realm,” they call you. but do you remember the words I was whispering just hours prior? “my pretty boy,” you’d heard, while gasping at the teeth that nipped at your collarbones. “the royal slut,” you’d told me, when I asked of your title, while you lay draped across that throne of yours. crown askew, hair messy, pressing your hips against mine in an effort to take me as deep as you could, looking absolutely debauched. if you don’t recall, that’s perfectly fine, but when you make eye contact with me, standing amongst the royal guards & I give you that look, you’re going to remember. and I shall watch, pleased, as you squirm in your seat

Tips welcome, if you like…