Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Karen Gillan

“I beg your pardon?

WHAT did you just ask me?

Do you know what I do in downroute cheap hotel rooms to presumptuous, arrogant young men with one thing in their mind?

Yeah? F**k around and find out. Room 5009, Marriott Courtyard. Bring a belt and a bottle.”

Did I say you could speak?

The Enchantress: Different Strokes for Different Folks

The hostage squirmed, but the unusual bondage held him firm. What seemed to be a stalagtite of breathing rock held his arms wide while his body, from his waist down, was sealed in stone. Only his head, neck, and bare chest and abdominals were free. Sweat dripped down his front and back.

His captor, the most beautiful and terrifying woman he had ever seen, smiled at him. He couldn’t look away from her glowing eyes, which stared at his face unblinking as she felt his chest and body…

Her touch was sensual… Maddeningly so… But he could do nothing about it. His cock was sealed and she was in no hurry to set it free… His captive knew what he was thinking and chuckled.

Enchantress: Dear King of the coal kingdom, you should thank the gods for your good fortune. Your wife is a very dear friend of mine, and so I will not hurt a hair on your head.

Her hand lightly glided over his pecs, gently touching his nipple. He groaned.

Enchantress: However, it is also because of this friendship that you will be mine for a very long time…

King: I… I don’t understand…

Enchantress: Because your wife knows I will not harm you, she will not immediately submit to my very expensive demands. She will barter, and plan, and play along for as long as she can stall, focusing more on the health of the kingdom than getting back her precious king… And because of this, you will not be able to satisfy yourself for a very long time… And believe me, your highness, you will be constantly wishing to do so…

King: P-please… I can’t take it…

The enchantress laughs.

Enchantress: Oh, King. You take such good care of yourself and you have a very attractive body… But your wife tells me things no one else knows about your “techniques,” and I have seen what your are endowed with, and I can find better if I want.

King: R-ridiculous… My wife would never-!

Enchantress: Oh, I’m sure she loves you and is fond of you enough, but do you believe less than a year in an arranged marriage can outweigh a lifetime of friendship and sharing? You men so rarely understand us women. I will admit, though, it was several glasses of champagne before she would speak

King:. When would she have met with-?

Enchantress: Shhhh…. Lower voice now… Know your place. You are not witty enough to be a fun flirt, nor are you smart enough to outwit… You are not strong enough to enjoy watching you struggle. You, my friend, are a fun treat for my hands… touching your large, tone chest, teasing you with my fingers and tongue…

King: …!

Enchantress: Oh yes, your majesty… My tongue… I will do all of this.. Because your well built and sexy upper body deserves as much… But your manly tool in the lower levels… Will not be touched at all, perhaps for weeks…

King: Th-this is too cruel…!

Enchantress: It does not matter… Different men for different uses… I have another, far more qualified man to serve me if I need anything more… Accept your role for as long as you are mine, even if that turns out to be for the rest of your life, Teased King.

With that the enchantress gave a wink and left. The king called out in desperation, but to no avail.

What utter humiliation! What horrible disgrace! To be tormented in such a way! If the enchantress told anyone else of this meeting, even if that person was his wife, he felt like he could just leap off of a very high cliff.

And to make it all worse, he was so very aroused. He could feel his imprisoned penis bulging and sensitive, but there was nothing to be done. He was to be kept in this sensitive state, so close to cumming, until rescue.

He simply couldn’t get the words the enchantress said out of his mind. Adequate only for touch and tease, and not good enough to deserve more. Not that he wanted to betray his wife and be disloyal, but yet the words stung…

He was so aroused, and so distracted in his thoughts he didn’t hear the faint booming sound from outside. A muffled blasting noise from the bottom floor.

Suddenly there was a noise from the ceiling! The king looked upward to see a man hanging from some implements from the ceiling! He jumped down, landing a few feet in front of the king. A man dressed completely in black, wielding a dagger and donning a belt of tools.

Hero: Stay silent, your majesty. I’ll try to chisel you out!

King: Were… were you sent by my kingdom?

Hero: No, I’m just someone who’s constantly meddling in the enchantress’s business. Whether I wish to or not.

He struck against the stones holding the king in place using his dagger and, to the king’s shock, the blade dug in fairly deep.

King: Ca-carefully!

Hero: I’m sorry, your majesty. I don’t have much time. That distraction won’t hold back the enchantress for a very long time, I’m afraid?

King: Distraction-?

Hero: I blew up one of her labs with a makeshift grenado. It was the best I could come up with with such short- Oh Crap!

The hero rolled away as a bolt of electricity shot at the space where he stood. The king saw the enchantress lunge into the room, furious. There seemed to be magical steam coming from where she was.

The hero deflected her bolts using his blade and tried his best to flee, but he was overwhelmed quite quickly. She pinned his defeated body to the floor using her own, disarming him of his weapons and pulling down his black garb, revealing more of his face and body…

Hero: Shit.

Enchantress: I knew you were looking to free him, you son of a bitch. Don’t think I’ll let you off easy. That lab was filled with more expensive things than your peasant minds could comprehend, damn you!

She stared at the hero with such murderous eyes the king wondered if this was the end.

Then the enchantress pulled the hero’s head to hers and kissed him passionately and roughly. The hero squirmed, but succumbed to the kiss, responding with equal passion.

The king watched as the enchantress magically bound the hero mid-kiss and roughly abused his body. She grasped his shoulders, bit his neck, and tore down his pants to feel his erection against her thighs. Then she grasped it in her hands and squeezed. The hero squirmed, trying his best to free himself to no avail…

Enchantress: We are going to fuck until we’re eight hells deep, you arse!

She pumped him so roughly, his cock looked like it might tear before it cums!

Hero: No… Lemme go, damn it!

His cock continued to grow in her “care,” reaching a ridiculous size. The king gaped at the horror before him.

Enchantress: I’ll teach you torment you would never know if you lived two lives in a torture chamber, until you’re balls empty and begging for mercy. Hell,I don’t care if I need to refill those testicles of yours myself with magic, we aren’t stopping until-!

Suddenly remembering the third party in the room, she caught herself. She composed herself and smiled sweetly at the king, whose arousal was replaced with cold fear now…

Enchantress: Oh, I’m sorry dear! Remember when I said I had someone I had a “more qualified man” for sex? Here he is!

She smacked the hero across the chin, knocking him out. She easily lifted him up on her shoulders.

Enchantress: Please forgive this intrusion. I don’t place any of the blame on you, of course. Please enjoy your night, and I’ll come and make sure you are cared for in the morning…

She took the hero away and shut the door.

The king remained captured that night despite the attempts of the hero… But at the very least he was sober now. He now appreciated the safety in his chastity, and held no more envy for the lucky hero who got to bed the beautiful enchantress that night.

I’m telling this one as p was drunk at the time : ). He used to get drunk quite a lot and have all sorts of hilarious adventures trying to get home, but that’s all stopped now he's UNDER MY CONTROL. Not that I’m a good example :)!

One Christmas many years ago, following our firm’s Christmas lunch, a crowd of us (including p) went on to a bar in Covent Garden. p was looking the worse for wear and one of the girls had taken him outside for some fresh air and a rest. There were four or five of us Ladies there, but we sat him on the end and only me and one other girl could hear him properly.

Being a mischievous young Minx : ), I decided to get him talking about his love life, fully expecting him not to have one. At the time we thought he was really straight and very shy, except when he came out with us and then got plastered. It was fun to get him to spill his guts when he was like that.

We learned that he was "doing the personals" and had been on a lot of dodgy dates. He told us a great story about a lady in Hayes who basically kidnapped him, but I’ll have to leave that for another time. The really interesting bit was when he started telling us that he had been corresponding with dominant Ladies. Well, that made my ears prick up, I can tell you.

He told us some cock and bull story about accidentally advertising for an “assertive woman”, not realising that this was code for a dominatrix, then getting letters from women who wanted to be his “Mistress”. He said that most of them were sex workers, but one was a lifestyle domme and he corresponded with her “out of curiosity”.

I didn’t buy his account about how this correspondence started, but I could see he was telling the truth about the correspondence itself. He went into some details about the lady and what she had been saying and it seemed quite genuine. It was obvious that he was a sub and had been using the personals to search for his domme. That intrigued me. Our p wasn’t so straight after all! He was a secret kinkster!

This was a juicy bit of gossip among some of the girls for a while afterwards, until we moved on to something new. We never really pursued it any further with him at the time. I think the general feeling was that he was a bit odd and best kept at arm's length. Nevertheless, I remained curious.

A few years later, p started trying to persuade other people at work to go to see a burlesque show put on by a Lady he said he knew. Now to most people, the idea of p knowing a Lady burlesque performer at all was just ridiculous. Knowing his kinky side, however, I believed he might and I set out to discover what the relationship was between them.

I waited for another work social event and when he was suitably sozzled, I got him in a corner and interrogated him. He was actually quite keen to talk about her. He told me he had wanted to experience the “wilder side” of life (just out of “curiosity”, of course) and this Lady had agreed to introduce him to BDSM. Again, behind the cover story was the truth that he was going to her for BDSM sessions, which I found fascinating.

I asked for the gory details about what they had been getting up to and p was fairly forthcoming (though I have learned since that he left a lot out). I remember he told an amusing story about her dripping hot wax on his naked body in a hotel room and him getting the giggles; but he also told some darker stuff too, such as when she took him to a “dungeon” and whipped him for so long he went into shock.  

To be honest, that one turned me on, especially when he told me that he insisted he was okay and begged her to continue if she wished. But my interest at that time was mainly voyeuristic. I never thought of actually dominating p myself. I had virtually no experience of BDSM and tended to date typical so-called “alpha males”, who were all about f**king and would never have dreamed of submitting to a woman.

P was very different. It wasn’t just kink. He was sweet and submissive and very supportive of his female colleagues. He was also quite the feminist for a male. He had one special female friend at work he used to hang out with and who he seemed to be particularly submissive to. She was an older, married Lady and some of us used to joke that he was her “work-wife”. She used to say that he had a stronger feminine side than any other male she had known.

Ok, that's all for now. P can make a suitable picture.

N x

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