Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Meet the nurses part 5

Doctor White. The first person new patients meet. “Aww honey, there’s really no point in struggling. Yet, I know you’ll just keep doing so, therefore I have to give you this sedative to calm you down”.

“Aww look who’s waking up sleep head! It’s ok it’s ok, yes I know your diapee is wet, that’s why it’s time to change it, sorry if that woke you, but Nursey needs to make you feel exposed so you get used to diaper changes, their will be plenty more for you!”

Nurse Emily. Always on the clock for when you will wet, always encouraging you to finally make a stinky with no enema.

“Ooh my! Has baby finally made a stinky! Lemme get my gloves on!”

Nurse Claire, covers for Nurse Emily, might have slipped in some laxatives to move the process along…

“Oh yes, we have trained you to be quite the messy lil stinker huh? Oh yah I know you may think peeing on us is some sort of “revenge” but really your just acting like the good lil baby we are making you! Aww sweetheart I need to humiliate you, so it truly sets into your psyche, but don’t worry, since I’m all geared up, let’s make another mess in that diapee!”

Nurse Katie, loves to humiliate

“Aww baby it’s ok, let it all out for me, I’m here. Lemme stroke your back. I know you felt like you can’t cry, but part of the joys of being a baby is letting your emotions out. Come here baby, lemme give you a big hug, you’ve been doing so well”

Nurse Bella. Loves getting you to open up and cry it out

Using His Coworker

Thanks for the positive responses to MY first post. Although, I do request that if you’re going to ask a question, use the “ask me anything” instead of just a private message. I get a lot of duplicate messages asking the same questions and it would just be easier. :) I’m happy to answer them though.

Apparently, the part about using my husband’s coworkers or friends got a lot of juices flowing. So, I wanted to leave a more detailed example of how I have done this.

My husband works in a hospital and his coworkers he has a lot of great friends that he’s made through this. Thankfully for them, my husband is a complete perv and fantasizes about them fucking his wife quite a bit. Years ago I started coming by and visiting him and would often times sit and chat with he and his friends in their break room.

I try to be modest... but I know when guys are eye-fucking me. And I love it. There were several hot guys but one in particular, we’ll call him Mark, that was tall, dark and handsome. He was a white guy... but dark as in he looked almost Italian. Gorgeous. Just gorgeous. He was in great shape and his black hair was always done beautifully.

Mark was pretty straightforward with flirting with me. Would make comments about how he has never found his “Lindsey,” and would talk about how I’m the complete package. “Smart, sexy, assertive, wasn’t a ditz to talk to.” It took all of one time meeting him before I wanted to be on that. My husband and I were already in a cuckold relationship, so there wasn’t any of the dancing around that needed to be done. (Considering his feelings, setting ground rules, etc.) I knew he loved it when I fucked his friends and Mark wouldn’t be an exception.

I didn’t tell my husband right away but decided to visit again the next week. This time I wore my short, black skirt that when I bent over barely kept the goods covered from behind. Wearing that, a tight top showing the ladies, and my black heels, I went to visit again. All the eyes were on me as we ate lunch. I didn’t care about any of them except for Mark’s deep brown eyes trained on my cleavage.

We talked and flirted, I was sitting between Mark and my husband, and I waited until it was just the three of us in the room to stand up and bend over to get something out of my purse on the floor. Yes, yes I went that cheesy and straightforward. When I stood back up and turned around Mark was drinking his water but not looking at me. I looked at my husband and glanced at the door. He knew what that meant. He told me later he was straining in his cage already from my display as he walked out of the room.

I walked over to Mark and said, “Hey, you should have my phone number, in case of an emergency or something.” He looked at me and fumbled over his words for a second before saying, “Oh, yeah, ok.” He handed me his phone and I went to put my number in... his wallpaper was him and two of his friends shirtless after running some mud obstacle course. God, I was wet. I put my number in and as I handed it back to him I told him to text me so I’d have his number. “Just so I know you’re not a robo call.”

It was time for me to head out so he stood up and actually gave me a hug before I walked out. My husband was awkwardly nearby and walked over to me. He gave me a kiss and walked with me, “How was that?” he asked hurriedly as we walked away. “Eh, nothing really.” He smirked and said, “Somehow I doubt that.” I winked at him and ask he hugged and kissed me goodbye I squeezed the silicon sheath of the cock cage and said, “You behave.”

I wanted to text mark immediately but I managed to wait for an hour... I started my usual hijinks and texted Mark, “Great talking with you today, again. You’re such a great guy.” He responded about thirty minutes later saying he enjoyed talking and I said, “I hope you find your “Lindsey” soon, you deserve it. Well, actually you deserve better than that...”

He said, “I don’t think there is better than that.” I was so giddy. I could basically taste his dick in my mouth, “You sure know your way with women, huh?” He replied, “I just speak the truth.” At this point I knew I could keep the banter going or just go for the kill... I knew he wanted me but I didn’t think he’d do it since I’m married to a coworker. “Are your off days staggered differently than my husbands?” He waited a couple of minutes and said, “Yeah, we overlap but there’s one day difference.” I asked him what he usually does on those days. He said he works out, hikes, reads... basically everything he could say to make him the perfect man.

I texted him for about an hour and told him goodnight. I decided, he would be mine. I knew what time he got off because it was when my husband got off. I guessed when he would be home and texted him, “I can’t stop thinking about how sweet you are to say you want to find a me... that’s the best compliment a woman can ever be given.” I was worried I was coming on too strong but he replied, “Your husband is lucky he found you first... that’s all I’ll say.” I told him he didn’t have to hold back. He replied, “Lol. Yes I do.”

That’s where my first picture came slid in... me wearing my heels, black thong, and my arm across my breasts. It was cut off right at my smile. I sent this and said, “Tomorrow night, I could be your Lindsey.” My husband was working and Mark was off. He didn’t reply for a minute and then said, “And your husband?” Sometimes I tell them about the cuckold relationship, other times I don’t. I wanted to play my game... so I replied, “he’ll be working. You’re not THAT close anyways.” He replied, “Hahahah...” and that was it.

I sent back, “No strings attached, no pressure, but I know you want it and I need to fuck you to get it out of my system because you’re all I think about.” It was silent for about thirty seconds and he said, “5? I’ll have dinner too.” “Send the address and I’ll see you then. Also, I’m on the pill.” I got back a thumbs up and “Good, I hate condoms.”

My husband was home at this point and I decided to not tell him anything. I was absolutely drenched and sat down on the couch and opened my legs. At this point we’d really been trying out the “sex slave” thing and he knew that meant he had to get down immediately. I grabbed the back of his head and was grinding his face into my pussy until I exploded. Absolutely amazing orgasm. When I say I’m sadistic, I really, truly am. My friends tell me I am so mean to him but I swear he loves it.

I didn’t tell him a thing about it.

The next day I got ready super early, had some fun with my vibrator, and was frothing at the mouth for this. I hadn’t texted Mark at all but we knew the arrangement. He was going to fuck my brains out and do whatever he wanted to me, and I’d never tell my husband.

I arrived at his place wearing a short red skirt this time and no panties. My hair and makeup were done and my long brown hair was partially curled and going down my back. I had a low cut shirt on with my normal bra. He opened the door wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and his hair was perfect as ever. With his t-shirt tight I could see he had more muscle than I ever realized before. He smiled and said, “I didn’t think you’d actually show up.” I laughed and said, “You thought I was one to just talk shit, huh?”

It is a little awkward at a meet like this when the guy’s actually a nice enough guy. He’s not going to just maul you. He asked if I wanted a drink and I told him, “Afterward.” He looked down as he was pouring himself a drink and said, “You don’t mess around at all.” I walked toward him and said, “No,” as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. We made out for a minute before I asked, “First time with a married woman?” He shrugged and said, “As far as I know.”

I felt his hands on my ass and he picked me up. He took me took the bedroom and we fucked for about ten glorious minutes before he exploded inside of me. He apologized and said he was sorry he came so quickly. We laughed a little and told him it was fine. We lied in the bed and made out while he recharged and when I felt him start to grow I went down and sucked him for five minutes before mounting him again. We fucked four times and he cooked dinner for me, both still naked, and had a wonderful evening. I knew my husband would be home and I planned on being there about fifteen minutes after he would get there.

I got home and he had already changed into just his panties and cage when I got there. I took him to the bedroom and he knew I’d been getting fucked. He got onto his back and stripped off of his panties, I could see his cock straining. Now, we play a game where if I don’t tell him beforehand, he has to guess whose cum he is eating out of me. I mounted his face and I’m sure I was quite tasty. Lol. He seemed even shocked by it for a second.

“Brian?” he asked. “Nope!” I squeezed his balls as punishment for getting it wrong. “Steven?” “You’re really bad at this.” I squeezed them harder and we both laughed. “One more and you lose the pussy for a week...” “Andrew?!” I acted so disappointed he couldn’t guess it and dropped his cock. I got off of him, spun around and put my ass in his face. “Lick my ass while I give you your punishment blue balls.” I felt his tongue going to work on my anus as I bent down and began licking the parts of his cock coming through the silicon. I teased the shit out of him for about fifteen minutes before getting off and lying next to him. He was in obvious pain from the teasing and I chuckled as he dealt with it. I got my vibrator out and had him use it on me since he couldn’t lick me anymore.

I didn’t tell him who it was all weekend. I texted Mark throughout the weekend and he asked several times if my hubby had figured out we’d slept together. I told him how oblivious he is to that stuff. He said he felt bad but I tried to make it better by telling him how my husband never fucks me anymore and is addicted to porn. Lol.

When they were at work together the next time I was texting Mark and he said he felt like a douche but also felt pretty badass knowing he’d fucked the hot wife that everyone talked about at work. (Very flattering) So, the point my friend told me was evil is that I texted my husband the screenshot of mark saying that but cropped the name. Haha... he knew someone there had fucked me and it was driving him crazy with lust. The first person he asked about was Mark and I just replied, “I’m not telling you. If you want to know who fucked me, ask them.”

My friend says I’m a complete asshole for that but I think it’s hilarious. She actually laughed too, so...

INFLUENCED

Bryan sometimes wondered if he should have told his daughter Sarah about his plan to help her with her bullying problem - but by now it was far too late.

It wasn't like there was much of Bryan left anyway. Beckie had seen to that.

It had all started a few weeks ago when Sarah had come home in tears again. She told her Dad that she was being emotionally manipulated and abused by a brat in her class, Beckie.

Beckie wasn't like the other girls. She was... better. She had bigger tits, blonder hair, more expensive clothes and makeup. In short she was a total bully - and like all bullies she enjoyed having a victim to humiliate.

That victim was Sarah. Beckie had correctly identified that the pink haired goth girl would be an easy target. She undermined Sarah at every chance and mocked her for being different.

At first the other girls around them seemed uncomfortable, but none of them said or did anything. Some of them had been friends with Sarah for a long time - but their silence was deafening.

That didn't last long. Beckie had a strange influence on others. Gradually at first, but increasingly rapidly they began to change. They began to dress like Beckie, talk like Beckie - even starting to join in her bullying.

It was like some evil hive mind had taken control of the girls and made them think and act just like Beckie.

They began to get boob jobs and wear tight skirts and tiny tops. They dumped their boyfriends and began to fuck black guys only. High heels and boots replaced comfortable trainers and shoes. Attitudes became troublesome, arrogance grew and bit by bit they became empty souless brats who loved to tease and lead on all the boys

All except Sarah who was left isolated and tormented. Beckie and her goons were now everywhere and Sarah didn't even want to go to college anymore.

That's why Bryan decided to have it out with Beckie. This couldn't go on.

He didn't tell Sarah his plan - not that it was much of a plan. Just go and confront Beckie, get her to leave his daughter alone.

He drove over to the luxurious condo where Beckie and her rich divorced Mom (four husbands) lived. There was a pink Landrover parked on the drive and a giant swimming pool at the back.

Banging on the door Bryan was relieved when Beckie opened it. She was wearing a tiny LA Boutine bikini set and her long blonde hair fell wantonly over her shoulders. It was hard to read her expression thanks to the mirror shades she wore.

"What the fuck do you want?" she yawned boredly examining a long bejewelled manicured nail.

"I want you to leave my daughter Sarah alone!" grunted Bryan in what he hoped was an intimidated way.

Beckie's whole demeanour changed as she realised who he was. Her lips twitched into a naughty smile and her blue eyes twinkled excitedly as she tore off her shades. It wasn't the reaction he had expected.

"Nooooo fucking way! This is so cool. Get in here."

Giggling excitedly, Beckie yanked Bryan into the house. Sliding her small sexy hand into his she lead him inside and he dazedly followed.

A pink fog seemed to instantly descend around Bryan. Rational decisions and thoughts became sluggish and hard. A dreamlike quality now surrounded the day and Bryan found himself going along with his daughters bully.

"What did you say your name was? Bailey?"

"No, Bryan," he croaked weakly.

"I prefer Bailey. Beckie and Bailey sounds a lot hotter right Bailey?"

Bailey blinked. He didn't know why but it made a lot of sense. Yes, Bailey was a much better name.

"So Bailey, does Sarah know you're here?"

"No, I didn't tell anyone."

"Fuck yeah, this is perfect. None of those bitches have quite got what it takes to be my bestie. I was wondering which of them to fully transform, but now you just walked out of the blue and gave me the perfect answer. If no one knows you came here, they'll never find you once we're done."

Bailey blinked. He didn't know what the fuck Beckie was talking about.

"What the hell are you talking a..."

"First rule Bailey. You NEVER interrupt me when I'm talking and you never question me. Whatever I say you go along with, right? That's what besties like you are for! I'm the hot one and you're my sexy little shadow. You don't have any opinions of your own, you just copy mine."

Bailey blinked and his mouth clamped shut. Besties? What the fuck was this demented bitch talking about? Still he should probably do as she said. She probably knew best. In fact Beckie seemed really cool and hot. He bet her opinions were much better than his.

"Second rule is we always dress to impress. I need to get out of this bikini and we need to get you in some decent clothes. Come upstairs with me now."

Bailey followed Beckie up to her bedroom. The pink fog was stronger now. It was like the longer he was in her presence, the easier it was to go along with what she wanted.

"You're obviously not as strong minded as your daughter anyway. The influence doesn't seem to work very well on her. Not that I care so long as it affects everyone else. I'm the best right?"

Bailey just nodded stupidly and said, "Yes Beckie."

"Well you seem very susceptible which is pretty hot. Seeing as you're going to be my bestie I'll tell you about it. I don't know how or why but I was born with a power. I call it the influence. It let's me change reality and people around me. I always get the things that I want eventually. People just change to match my expectations. Those losers at college are all well on the way to being popular girls like me, but it can take time. When I really want something though the influence gets more powerful."

Bailey nodded along, "Wow, that sounds hot Beckie."

"It is hot. It's so fucking hot. It makes me feel like a God. Right now Bailey I've never wanted anything so much as to turn you from that losers nice kind Daddy into my evil, bitchy bestie. Just look at how fast the influence is working. Look down."

Bailey looked down. Whilst he had been talking to Beckie he hadn't noticed how tingly his body had been. He gasped. His male clothes now hung loose and baggy over his body which had shrunk to nearly half the size. He was an inch shorter than Beckie now and his arms and legs seemed stick thin. His tummy was as flat as a washboard and all his body hair was gone.

"Take off those stupid fucking clothes - you look dumb. We need to get you into a new outfit right now.

Bailey didn't object as Beckie helped him out of his clothes. He noticed his skin looked younger. His hands were now more delicate and his feet were tiny. His whole body felt like a dolls. He looked down and gawped at his crotch. His dick was... it was gone!

"What are you staring at Bailey? Haven't you ever seen a pussy before. Kind of weird seeing as you're a girl."

Bailey frowned and she shook her head - but it was hopeless to fight the influence. Of course she was a girl. She had always been a girl.

Grabbing Bailey's hand Beckie pulled her into her bathroom and shoved her in front of the mirror. Bailey gasped at the vision in front of her.

A beautiful girl with small but perfect tits, a perky ass and long dark hair was looking back at her.

"Look how pretty you are Bailey. You're worthy to be my bestie. Now let's get you into a bodystocking and fix that makeup."

Bailey loved feeling Beckie's skillful fingers fix her lipstick, mascara and foundation. "Of course you know how to do all this right?" smirked Beckie. "Show me... you try."

Bailey took the brush from her besties hands and skillfully continued to apply her makeup as if she had done it all her life.

It felt like she was replacing her old personality and thoughts as she applied more makeup. Being feminine felt so good.

"Good girl, you look so hot! Now the third rule is that being a bitch always feels good. From now on you are going to be a bully. Being my bestie means you have to be just as mean and as cruel as I am."

"Yes Beckie, that sounds hot," giggled Bailey as she felt her morals melt away.

"Then say it," gloated Beckie.

"Being a bitch always feels good. I'm cruel and mean and I like it."

As she said the words Bailey felt her nipples get hard and her pussy getting wet.

"And who's the biggest loser we know?" hissed Beckie with evil glee. "Who deserves to get bullied every day?"

"S... Sarah?" guessed Bailey, feeling a flash of guilt that then faded to never return.

"That's right. Doesn't it feel good to know you're better than her? What does she mean to you?"

"N...nothing... she means nothing. I fucking hate her. I want to bully and humiliate her for being such a skank."

Bailey giggled as the words oozed out of her mouth. Yessss this is what she wanted. Wasn't it?

Beckie lifted Bailey back off the bed and walked her to the mirror.

"Very good. Now tell me... who are you?"

"Me? I'm Bailey your bestie and I love being a fucking brat. I hate Sarah and I share all your opinions."

Part of Bailey suddenly rebelled... a bit of her that was shrinking fast. She groaned and gripped her head. "Noooo you can't stop me, this is my body now. I'm Bailey and I love it."

Giggling Beckie slid a long glass dildo into her besties hands. "Don't worry babe, it's just the last part of your old pysche trying to fight back. Make yourself cum and he'll give in forever. My influence is too strong!"

Lying on the bed, Bailey unpopped her lingerie and exposing her tight pussy slowly slid the dildo inside.

"I'm a... unnnnff bitch, I'm a bully I ooooohhh hate Sarah."

Pump. Pump. Pump.

Wet squelches filled the air and the sounds of panting moans as Bailey pleasured her new body and the final barriers to her mind began to break down to Beckie's obscene influence.

"That's it. You're just like me now Bailey. You're a rich, mean, popular slut. You will never escape my influence."

"Yesssss I'm a rich slut and I'm a oooooh fucking bitch. I'm a BIIIIITTTTTCHHHH!"

Bailey screamed and yanked the dildo out as her pussy throbbed and she began to squirt. Her brain went white hot as her new personality and thoughts locked forever.

She was such a bitch and she loved it.

Beckie stroked her hair and giggled. "Don't worry, my influence will give you a new identity. Everyone will falsely remember you've always been my bestie. Well everyone except Sarah. We're going to have so much fun together babe..."

**********

Sarah cried as her Mom tried to comfort her. Bryan had been missing for weeks now and the police couldn't provide any answers. She'd barely slept, barely eaten. No one could find even a trace of him.

Her Mom had taken her out for coffee and they were sat outside in the sunshine when she saw her bullies approaching.

Beckie and Bailey laughed and giggled to each other as they passed, saying something mean. Bailey dropped a note as she passed and despite herself Sarah picked it up.

It was a scrumpled missing note - one of the ones she'd put up everywhere. It showed Bryan and offered a reward for information about his disappearance.

Someone had written in lipstick on the note.

"Your Daddy hates you so he left home. You're a fucking loser."

Sarah felt more tears come as she saw the mean girls laughing at her reaction. In their centre a gloating Beckie smiled approvingly at her protegee Bailey.

She really was a great influence on the bitch...

The End

"If you lick them spotlessly clean, I might consider giving you back your clothes."

Morgan and Laina tickle torture MMA badass Tommy, courtesy of the crazy-talented Triangles3 Play out this scenario and more when Kink Shamed comes out later this Summer!