Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

"Feeling a little better now, honey?”, Annie asked her husband, her soft hand soothingly stroking along his back.

Though steadier than it had been moments ago, David’s breathing and voice were still nowhere near normal. “Yes…… I think so…,” he replied, his comment coming across as more as a question to himself than an answer to his wife’s.

Annie couldn’t help but smile, softly purring, “Sweetheart, I know you’re still aching. But, you know I’m not going to let that go away today, don’t you? You should just try to enjoy those moments…. like now… when it’s a little bit less for you.”

Her husband put up no resistance, nodding his agreement. In a voice that was soft, resigned of its fate, David added, “It’s just that….. oh god Annie, this is soo much more intense than anything we’ve done before.”

Again she smiled, her husband’s statement certainly very true. The night before Annie had teased him more mercilessly, more intensely than ever before. Five solid hours of keeping him rock hard, repeatedly bringing him to the edge and denying his relief, his cock and balls feeling impossibly swollen, full, heavy, aching as if they would simply burst if he wasn’t given release. Now, this morning it had been another three hours already.

“I know, honey,” she murmured. “But, we both agreed. We wanted to try this. And, we promised that no matter what we’d see it through for at least 48 hours, remember baby?” Though part of her felt sympathetic to her husband’s plight, another was simply dripping with arousal. Seeing her husband in this condition, knowing it was the power of her own female sensuality that had caused this was intoxicating to her.

His voice was now cracking as he replied, “Yes…. b-but…….,”

Annie interrupted before he could continue. “Shhhh, no buts darling…. no exceptions… we promised one another,” she reminded him.

She bit her lower lip gently when again he nodded. God, he was so deliciously compliant right now. So vulnerable. So totally and utterly dependent on her. “C'mon baby, let’s go back to bed,” she purred. “The more you think about it, the worse you’re going to make it for yourself. C'mon sweetie, come with me so I can play with you some more.”

Within moments Annie once again had her husband’s body spread out on the bed before her, her soft lips wasting no time bringing his aching cock back in to a full, swollen erection, his soft moans of need again serenading her.

As she gently teased and tantalized his cock, gently weighing his cum-heavy balls in her hand she was already starting to think about what would be happening when they hit the 48 hour mark the next day. She knew David anticipated his torment would be over and he would be granted his much needed relief.

Annie though had other plans. She’d already purchased a chastity device and had every intention of slipping it on him and letting his frustration and ache build for one more week. Of course she wouldn’t do it without his permission, but as she looked at the dazed, weak, nearly broken man spread out on her bed she was confident. Smiling to herself at the sound of his frustrated whimpers, Annie had no doubt that by the time they hit that point she would be able to persuade this man to do anything that she wanted.

Absolutely anything.

Thought ever cross your mind?

Slaps and Kisses

This is one of the rituals that we perform in private to ensure our relationship remains unequal. Sure, slapping a submissive across the face is nothing new, but with us, there is a deeper meaning to it.

I don’t need to slap him hard, as it’s not the physical pain that counts, rather it’s the feeling of power and control I get when slapping his face, and the humility it forces upon him. A gentle backhand with only the flick of my wrist is sufficient. If I am wearing my leather gloves, I will remove one and lightly slap him with it.

When I slap him, I am conveying the message “I own you and can do whatever I damn well please to you”, and for a few months, I actually said the words out loud to him each time to drive that meaning into him with repetition. Now when I slap him, I don’t say it anymore, but in his mind, he hears the message loud and clear.

After slapping him, I hold my hand out to him. His part of the ritual is to feel the humiliation from the slap, and submit. To show his submission, he kisses the hand that slapped him conveying the message “ Yes Ma'am, you own me and I surrender to your control”. When I said my part out loud, he answered me out loud.

When I first created this ritual, I would slap him at random a few times a day just to remind both of us our roles and places in this relationship. It worked great and have expanded on it since.

When we first started, he would take my hand in his while kissing it, but now I have him clasp his wrists behind his back and hold them there instead as it’s a much more submissive and vulnerable pose. He must maintain eye contact with me while kissing the hand that beats him.

Every so often, I may feel that I don’t see enough submission in his eyes and slap him again. If I slap him a second time, he has to get down and kiss my bare feet, or lick the patent leather ballet slippers I tend to wear around the house, as they are comfortable and perfect for licking.

I now use it to control his speech as well. If he says something I find offensive, or is just boring me with what he is saying, a quick backhand across the face shuts him up immediately and he kisses my hand and remains silent until I allow him to speak again.

So, in summation, the ritual is quick, efficient, and gets the point across. I feel powerful as he experiences humility which helps to maintain the inequality we both feel is important in our female-led relationship.

So, a little fib that the hair brush turned out to be the bath brush, but dear, your howls are certainly making me so happy that I am smiling. Are you enjoying your butt being the centre of attention?

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