Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

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.

"I love the fact that you're so intimidated by me. You get all flustered and start stammering. Look how red your face is right now.

You know, I laugh and joke with my friends about how mean I am to you - how I treat you like shit, but you keep crawling back to me for more abuse.

You're so weak and submissive. It's hilarious! All you want to do is serve and worship me, but tonight I'm going to see just how far you'll go.

Let's start with you getting down on your knees. I want you to beg me to enslave you. Beg me to take compromising pictures of you, that I can use to blackmail you.

Beg me to ruin you."

One of the difficulties of owning a completely denied beta is where can a Goddess have fun with her boyfriend without worrying about letting her loser see her body.

To fully embrace the lifestyle, she decided that the upstairs part of her house would be a beta free zone while her boyfriend stayed over.

That way, when he wasn't around, the beta could go up and clean. However, when her boyfriend was over, the upstairs part of the house was completely off limits to the beta.

She could undress, wear sexy lingerie, and do whatever she wanted with her boyfriend without having to worry about her beta seeing anything or getting in the way.

While Goddess and her boyfriend were having fun as alphas should, the beta would be cooking them dinner or breakfast in the kitchen, cleaning the bottom floor, and getting anything they might need ready for them.

Sometimes, if they were pleased with the beta, they might let him go up a couple of steps to listen to their fun.