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Dominanz in 30 Tagen

Seien wir ehrlich. Du brauchst das. Dominante Frauen bekommen, was sie wollen und die Leute gehen ihnen aus dem Weg, wenn sie es sich holen. Entweder das oder sie helfen ihnen, es zu erreichen. Dominanz ist ein schönes Wort und Du besitzt eine wunderschöne innere Göttin, die darauf wartet, freigelassen zu werden.

In der Vergangenheit hast Du Dich von Leuten, inklusive Deinem Ehemann, treten lassen. Du hast zugelassen, dass Freunde, Familie und andere Deine Gutmütigkeit ausgenutzt haben.

In diesem Aufsatz lehren wir Dich, wie Du eine starke, selbstsichere und dominante Frau wirst, die bekommt, was sie will, wann sie es will und wie sie es will.

Hört sich gut an, stimmt‘s?

Da kannst darauf wetten, dass es das ist.

Andererseits passiert es nicht dadurch, dass Du diesen Aufsatz einmal liest.

Lies ihn öfter und registriere Dich bei femdomtraining.ca für mehr Training.

Du hast Jahre der Muster, Verhaltensweisen und Reaktionen hinter Dir, die Dich geformt haben.

In diesem Training entfernen wir die Teile, die für Dich nicht funktionieren und ersetzen sie durch die starke dominante Frau, die bekommt, was sie will…

Deswegen höre mir gut zu. Das ist eine Notwendigkeit. Wenn Du lernen willst, wie Du dominant wirst, ist das Lernen von Selbstdisziplin eine Deiner ersten Lektionen.

Die erste Anweisung, der Du folgen musst, ist diesen Artikel jeden Tag für die nächsten 30 Tage zu lesen.

Es hat Jahrzehnte Deines Lebens gedauert, Dich dahin zu bekommen, wo Du jetzt bist und ich kann Dich nicht in einem Tag ändern. Aber wenn Du mir 30 Tage gibst und Du keinen Tag auslässt, wirst Du Dich dramatisch verändern. Du kannst erwarten:

·         Neu gefundenes Selbstvertrauen und Selbstdisziplin

·         Einen 100% gehorsamen Ehemann

·         Ein unglaubliches Selbstwertgefühl und inneren Frieden

Also lass uns anfangen.

Die dominante Natur in Dir war immer da. Jede Frau hat sie. Wenige zapfen sie an.

Du und nur Du alleine bist dafür verantwortlich, wie Leute Dich behandeln. Deswegen wirst Du die die Leute in Deinem Leben trainieren, Dich als die dominante Göttin zu behandeln, die Du bist.

Wenn Du Leute trainierst, wie sie Dich behandeln, dann liegt es nicht an ihnen zu sagen, was Du ihnen beibringst. Das liegt an Dir und nur an Dir.

Hier sind ein paar erprobte Methoden, wie Du Deinen Mann trainieren kannst, dass er 100% gefügig wird und Deinem Willen gehorcht. Beginne mit dem Training immer bei Deinem Mann, denn wenn Du ihn trainierst, werden andere folgen. Um dominant zu sein, muss man nur eine andere dominante Person gefügig machen und alles andere kommt dann von selbst.

Zieh Deinen Mann zur Seite sobald es Dir passt und beginne folgendes Gespräch mit ihm.

Lass ihn wissen, dass Du für die nächsten 30 Tage übst, wie Du eine dominante Frau werden kannst und dass seine Unterstützung für Deinen Erfolg unbedingt notwendig ist.

Du wirst ein paar Anforderungen an ihn stellen.

Hier ist eine Liste der Dinge, die Du von ihm forderst.

1.      Für die nächsten 30 Tage während Du übst, darf Dein Mann nicht kommen. Es gibt keine Ausnahmen und kein Mitleid für ihn, egal wie sehr er auch bettelt. KEINE Orgasmen für Deinen Mann. PUNKT.

2.      Er muss alles, was Du von ihm verlangst ohne Zögern, Fragen oder Diskussionen erledigen, egal ob innerhalb oder außerhalb des Schlafzimmers. Ein Versagen in diesem Punkt führt zu einer gehörigen Tracht Prügel.

3.      Er muss für die kompletten 30 Tage einen Keuschheitsgürtel tragen. Dieser wird nur abgenommen, um ihn heiß zu machen oder um Sex mit Dir zu haben, ohne dass er kommt.

4.      Lass ihn auch wissen, dass am Ende Deiner Ausbildung zu einer dominanten Frau, er seinen eigenen Samen essen muss. Du wirst von ihm verlangen, auf Dir zu kommen und dann abzulecken. Anschließend wird er bekunden, dass er seinen Willen, seine Entscheidungen, seinen Schwanz, sein Gehirn, seinen Körper und seine Seele Dir als seiner dominanten Ehefrau widmet.

Das sind Deine Anforderungen an ihn.

Das musst Du im Laufe der nächsten 30 Tage tun.

1.      Diesen Artikel jeden Tag lesen.

2.      Ihn Sachen tun lassen, die er nicht mag, egal ob im Bett oder außerhalb, um ihm zu zeigen, was wahre Unterwerfung ist

3.      So oft zu kommen, wie Du kannst durch seine Hände, Zunge oder Spiezeuge

Wenn Du diese Sachen täglich tust, wird Deine Dominanz wachsen.

Das ist ein ECHTES UMERZIEHUNGSLAGER für Deinen Mann und soll nicht angenehm für ihn sein. Ausnahme sind die neuen Sexspiele, die Du mit ihm in diesem Monat spielst.

Abgesehen davon, dass er in diesem Monat ALLES tut, was Du von ihm verlangst, wird er es auch gerne tun. Dies ist Deine Chance, zu lernen, was wahre Dominanz ist. So erweckst Du Dein Verlangen und entfesselst Deine innere Göttin.

Dein Mann ist Dein Spielzeug geworden, ohne Beschränkungen, wie Du ihn benutzen kannst.

Um das Training in 30 Tagen abzuschließen, ist das Endziel, Deinen Mann seinen eigenen Samen essen zu lassen.

Die meisten Männer werden sich verschlucken und den Gedanken hassen und Dein Ehemann ist da wahrscheinlich auch keine Ausnahme. Nach den 30 Tagen wirst Du ihn jeden Tropfen des gigantischen Ergusses von Deinem Körper lecken lassen und ihn gestehen lassen, dass er innerhalb und außerhalb des Schlafzimmers auf ewig Dein Sklave ist.

Dies wird er aus schierer Lust tun, da er 30 Tage nicht gekommen ist und Du ihn einen Monat lang trainiert hast.

Jeden Tag wirst Du sein Verlangen nach einem Orgasmus verstärken, indem Du ihn scharf machst. Wenn er kurz vorm abspritzen und total verzweifelt ist, dann sagst Du ihm, dass die Zeit nicht richtig ist. Lass ihn wissen, dass er nach 30 Tagen kommen darf, aber nur wenn er sein Sperma von Deinem Körper ableckt. Bring das Thema während der 30 Tage immer wieder hoch. Du pflanzt ein Bild in seinem Kopf, deswegen kann er es auch, wenn Du es verlangst.

Glaub mir, wenn er 30 Tage lang versperrt war, wird er alles tun, was Du willst, um zu kommen und das ist es, was Du von ihm willst. Und Du willst, dass er es tut, um ihn wirklich zu dominieren. Es ist alles nur ein Spiel, bis Du ihn etwas tun lässt, was er unter keinen Umständen tun will. Nun ja, Du veränderst die Umstände, so dass DU ihn alles tun lassen kannst. Das ist der Sinn der Dominanz.

In diesen 30 Tagen wirst Du ihn auch regelmäßig mit einem Strapon in den Arsch ficken, wenn Dir das gefällt. Wenn er protestiert oder nicht in der Stimmung ist, umso besser. Dann tust Du es erst recht. Fick ihn hart und lang, bis er Dich anbettelt aufzuhören und dann noch ein bisschen mehr.

Das ist ein wichtiger Teil des Unterwerfungstrainings. Jedes Mal wenn Du ihn in den Arsch fickst, wird er Demütigung und Unterwerfung spüren. In Zusammenarbeit mit Orgasmusverweigerung wird er allem zuhören was Du sagst und auf alles reagieren.

Lass ihn sehr erniedrigende Sachen während dieses Monats tun.

Hier sind ein paar Vorschläge.

So oft wie möglich sollte er einen Plug in seinem Arsch tragen. Tatsächlich sollte er nur draußen sein, wenn Du ihn in den Arsch fickst. Irgendwo zwischen immer und manchmal Plug scheint der richtige Ansatz zu sein. Ich bin eine sehr dominante Frau und glaube, ein Mann sollte 24/7 einen Plug im Arsch tragen. Es dient als Erinnerung, dass ich der Boss bin. Wenn Du es versuchst, hab keine Gnade, wenn er Dich bittet, ihn zu entfernen. Er wird sich schon daran gewöhnen. Benutze einen aus Metall. Sie eignen sich besser für den Langzeitgebrauch.

Du solltest ihn immer auf die Knie gehen und Deinen Strapon blasen lassen, um ihn anzufeuchten, bevor Du ihn fickst.

Er wird es hassen und Du wirst die Macht spüren, die damit einhergeht, dass er nicht protestieren oder diskutieren kann.

Wenn er es doch tut, weißt Du was passiert. Du wirst ihm eine gehörige Tracht Prügel verabreichen.

Wenn er kniet und Du mit dem Strapon in seinen Mund eindringst, greif ihm in den Nacken und beginne, seinen Mund zu ficken. Denk an die Zeit, als Du das für ihn getan hast. Mach Dir bewusst, dass Du ihn wahre Unterwerfung spüren lassen willst.

Ficke seinen Mund hart. Lass ihn dran würgen. Halt ihm mit einer Hand die Nase zu, fick ihn hart und sieh zu, wie er würgt. Das ist großartiges Demütigungstraining. Es sollte Dein Ziel sein, das jedes Mal zu tun, wenn Du Dir den Strapon umschnallst. Das geht Hand in Hand. Du brauchst Gleitmittel und er wird es bereitstellen.

Wenn ihm die Demütigung zu viel wird und er aufhören will. PERFEKT. Du machst einen großartigen Job. Wenn er nicht protestiert, finde andere demütigende Sachen. Wenn er nicht irgendwann aufhören will, dann machst Du es nicht richtig. Wenn er aufhören will, sagst Du ihm, dass wenn er nicht tut, was Du verlangst, diese „Dominanzsache“ vergessen und dieses Thema niemals wieder aufbringen wirst.

Der Teil, den die meisten Frauen an weiblicher Dominanz nicht verstehen, ist der, dass es so real ist, wie Du es machen willst. Wenn Du nur die Fantasien Deines Ehemanns nachspielst und nicht wirklich die Kontrolle übernimmst, indem Du ihn Dinge tun lässt, die er nicht mag, dann kontrolliert er Dich.

Um die weibliche Dominanz real werden zu lassen, musst Du ihn zu Sachen zwingen, die er nicht mag. Damit ist das Thema entweder für Dich erledigt oder Du wirst den Durchbruch erzielen und einen Mann in die Knie zwingen, der Dir für den Rest Deines Lebens dient.

Das ist wie das Einreiten eines Pferdes. Oder Hundeerziehung. Männer sind nicht verschieden. Sie können trainiert werden, Deinem Willen zu folgen aber Du musst sie „einreiten“.

Was hört sich für Dich besser an?

Den Phantasien Deines Mannes nachgeben…. Oder die Kontrolle zu übernehmen: über Deinen Mann, Dein Leben und Deine Welt.

Ich weiß, was ich wähle. Folge mir nach, und mache Deinen Mann zu Deiner Bitch.

Nimm ihn, breche ihn, forme ihn und beginne eine Beziehung mit ihm, die in dieser Art wenige erfahren.

Eine Beziehung, die Dich auf einen Sockel stellt und ihn dienen lässt, wie Du es willst.

Eine Beziehung, in der Aufgaben Männersache sind (es sei denn, Du willst helfen), Orgasmen sind eine Pflicht für den Mann zu geben und ein Privileg, dass ihm sehr selten für außerordentliche Dienste gewährt wird.

Das ist nun Deine Welt. Du bist dominant und Dein Mann ist Dein Sub. Er hat darum gebeten aber nicht realisiert, was es bedeutet. Dumme Sache. Entweder nimmst Du Dir ihn jetzt oder das Zeitfenster schließt sich.

Willst Du die passive, gehorsame, dienende Ehefrau sein, die die Phantasien Deines Mannes erfüllt oder willst Du die dominante Göttin sein, die sich ihre Phantasien erfüllen lässt?

Mach Deinen Mann zu deiner Bitch. Das ist das Geheimnis des Lebens für alle Frauen.

Nachdem dieser Artikel fast fertig ist, möchte ich, dass Du Dich an alles erinnerst, was wir hier erörtert haben.

Du bist nun die dominante Göttin des Hauses.

Was Du sagst, wird gemacht.

Es gibt keine Ausnahmen. Du bekommst, was Du willst.

Sei diszipliniert mit Dir selbst und tu nichts, was Deiner Dominanz entgegen wirkt.

Dein Tempel ist Dein Körper und Dein Geist. Du und nur Du kannst Körper und Geist ganz ohne Drogen dorthin bringen, wo sie noch nie waren.

Dominante Frauen bekommen einen Rausch vom dominieren ihrer Männer. Das ist Dein High. Du kontrollierst ihn in jeder Faser Deines Lebens und bist frei, Grenzen zu erweitern, die Du zu Deinem Vorteil biegen und manipulieren kannst.

Jetzt sei eine Süße oder eine gute Sissy und teile das mit so vielen Frauen, wie Du kannst. Die Welt braucht mehr von uns. Hilf der guten Sache.

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Permanent male chastity is a fantasy. But it is one where you can take steps to make it more real every time. By slowly increasing the number of days he has to wear the device, he gets more comfortable wearing it. He will also notice that our mutual desire to have sex increases with the number of days spent in chastity. This slow process over the last year has brought us to the point where he's able to wear the device for a month before he gets too frustrated. Then I will grant him his freedom and mostly it will be him initiating the next round of chastity after a few days. It's really a process of two steps forward, one step back. But we are getting closer to making that fantasy reality.

It is a process

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2023 #28: BoundOne4U has given me the opportunity to enjoy some time in my rubber sleepsack.  The wires on the bed are energizing my genitalia, using a playlist of 25 tunes from Dopez (who can be found on bandcamp) along with the sound effect of an electrical transformer mixed in occasionally.  The headphones let me hear the playlist as well as enjoy its energy surging through my crotch.

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Life of A Drone

To keep up with increased demand, the introduction of a mass production method of conversion has become a necessity. For all of our study of the process, we at DroneCorp are still unable to truly tell if the conversion process is as enjoyable as the traditional methods or not.

As the SmartLatex encases a subject we can observe the subjects writhing against the material as it seals them within its confines and begins the process of merging with their once human flesh. Brain scans during the process show increased activity in both pleasure and pain receptors as artificial nerves form and thread themselves through the subjects nervous-system, increasing sensitivity a thousand fold. But whether the pleasure eclipses the pain is a question that cannot be answered, as the only ones capable of doing so are those who have undergone the process and a converted drone is incapable of understanding anything except pleasure. 

In the end all that matters is a sleek, shiny drone emerges from its conversion in a timely manner, prepped and ready for sale.

Submit, obey.

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Fantasy fave: being a horny latex-suited puppyboy stuck on all fours, a knotted silicone sheath encasing my cock and balls, forced to mount a whimpering little toy... maybe the sheath is full of numbing gel so I can barely feel their tight hole as my thrusts get more and more desperate, finally shoving the knot all the way inside, unbelievable tightness driving me over the edge as the lidocaine wears off, then having to wait until they relax enough to pull out, whining helplessly as sensation turns to overstimulation.
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The Key is in the Cum.

For as long as I can remember I have always craved to be tied up and rendered immobile. I have been into self-bondage for several years now and recently I upped the stakes wanting to try something I had never done before. It was the most thrilling and embarrassing moment in my life. Last Saturday, I knew that I had the whole day to myself and that I could indulge my favorite pastime. So I slept in and woke up around 10:00 a.m. I was so excited for this was “the day” I was going to try something I had never done before. I had been planning for this day for the past couple of months. I went into the basement and got all of the equipment that I would need. I then went to the refrigerator and removed the 6 plastic containers that I had placed there. They each were filled with about 2 ounces of my own cum, And at the bottom of one of these 6 containers was the key to the handcuffs I would need to later release myself. The other five also had handcuff keys but they were filed down and would not work. The containers also had an inner lip around the top. I placed these 6 containers in 6 different holders, I had especially made, that were scattered throughout the basement. The holders were about 3’ off the ground and once I snapped the container in place it took 2 two hands to get it out. I forced myself not to peek and see which container had the key. It was easy to do this while I was horny, the trick would come after I had cum. I was now ready to immobilize myself. I began by stripping off all of my clothes. I then put on my slutty clothes. I put on a black thong, fishnet stockings, 5" heels, a black bra, bright red lipstick and a pink bow in my hair. I then bound my ankles with one of those heavy plastic cable ties that allow you to pull one end through the other and tighten it as far as you like. I took a smaller cable tie and did the same thing to my balls. I then took several cable ties and made a chain hooking one to the other. I then attached one through the tie around my feet and the other through the tie around my balls. I wanted to be sure there were no knots I could possibly undo. I was now forced to crawl around the room rather than walk. My balls being secured to my ankles made standing impossible. I next attached another heavy duty plastic cable tie through the one on my ankle. It was coming close to the moment of truth and I took a deep breath before I proceeded further for I was approaching the point of no return. I then put on nipple clamps and securely tied a blindfold around my head making sure I couldn’t get it off. I then picked up the handcuffs and placed my hands behind my back. I snapped one end onto my wrist and then ran the other end through the cable tie I had just placed on my ankles. There was only one thing left to do and this was by far the hardest. I had always loved self-bondage but I also liked the idea of being “made” to do things I never wanted to do. One of things I always wanted to do was to drink my own cum. The problem was that it always sounded great while I was horny and I often shot my cum into a glass, but right after I came I lost all desire to drink it and ended up flushing it down the toilet. So I came up with this way to “force” myself to taste my own cum. For the past couple of months every time I came I shot it into one of the 6 containers and I saved these in the freezer and I thawed them out last night in the refrigerator. I had also brought down a cassette tape I had made which had me saying over and over “You are a fucking slut. You aren’t a real man. You will be forced to slurp cum like a slut. You will be forced to eat your own cum.” I pushed the play button on the tape recorder. And to make sure I did it even after I didn’t want to I had to make myself cum this one last time. So before I secured my other wrist I began to furiously jack off. It didn’t take long before I was ready to cum. As I began to explode I quickly, and almost without thought, threw my hand behind my back and locked my other wrist in place. I was now totally helpless and my only chance for escape was to find the key buried somewhere beneath my own cum. I no longer relished the thought of drinking my own cum but the nipple clamps were prodding me along. I knew that I had to get those off before the pain became too great. I slowly began to crawl to where I thought one of the containers were. I didn’t realize how long it would take to me move around the basement. If tried to go too quickly my balls were given a sharp tug that quickly stopped all forward progress. I finally fumbled my way to one of the 6 containers. I tried in vain to back up to it and reach it with my hands but my hands didn’t even come close to the top. I was now forced to turn around and feel for the key with my tongue. I dipped my tongue into the container of cum and swished it around trying to find the key. This was the most disgusting thing I had ever done. I felt something hard but there was no way of telling if this was a good or bad key. I pushed the key up the side of the container with my tongue hoping to push it out but I had forgotten about the inner rim and the key slid back down. I tried again and again but the rim was too wide. I was now forced to try to “slurp” the key into my mouth. This meant, however, that I was forced to drink more of my own come. I finally got the key in my mouth and I then quickly dropped in on the floor in front of me. I fell on my side and groped for it with my hands. As I felt it I knew at once it wasn’t the right key. My search continued. My nipples were killing me, I couldn’t get the taste of my own cum out of my mouth, and I had a hard time getting myself off the ground so I could continue my search. I couldn’t believe that I had done this to myself, but there was only one way out - the key! I crawled to the second container, after fumbling in the dark for five minutes and repeated the same procedure as before with the same results, no key! As I crawled to the third container I was mad at myself for having come up with this stupid idea and even shouted at myself on the tape recorder to shut up. The third and fourth containers also brought no relief. I imagine an hour had to have passed by now. I hoped and prayed that the fifth container would bring much needed relief. I did as before, but this time as I felt the key I knew that I had the right one. I smiled with joy and shouted, “Yes! I got it! Finally!!” But to my utter amazement I heard, “Here, I’ll take that!” and the key was ripped from my hand. I recognized at once the voice of my girlfriend Angel. “John, I didn’t know you liked this sort of thing.“  “Angel, what are you doing here? How did you get in? How long have you been here? Let me out.” I fired these questions off in a rapid voice for I was still in shock. No one had ever discovered me before, much less my girlfriend. “Slow down big boy, or should I say sissy boy. I don’t think you are in any position to be asking questions or making demands. I have some questions for you. First I think I will call you ‘Jane’ instead of John since that seems to fit you better. How Long have you been down here doing this? Have you done it before? What makes you do it? Why are you drinking your own cum?“  “Come on Angel, let me out. These nipple clamps really hurt!” “Jane, as I said you are in no position to be making demands. If you won’t answer my questions then I’ll just leave you to your little ‘game’. Goodbye.“  “No! Angel, please don’t leave. I’ll tell you anything you want to know.“  Angel then removed my blindfold so I could look at her. It took me a minute to get use to the light and once I saw her sitting on the steps it was even worse. It was much more embarrassing having her look at me like this.  “How long have you been doing this?“  “Angel, before we go further can you please do one thing for me? Take off these nipple clamps, they are killing me."  "I guess I can do that much for you.” As Angel took them off I began to scream in agony. “What’s wrong she asked?"  "It just really hurts like hell when they are taken off. As the blood rushes back into the nipple it feels like they are literally on fire. Do you want to know how long I have been down here today or how long I have been doing this in general?"  "Both” she replied. “I have been down here since 10:00 this morning. But I have been doing stuff like this for the past several years, although today is the most elaborate and crazy thing I have ever done.” “Why do you do it? And why do you do it by yourself?"  "I have always, for as long as I can remember, had a desire to be tied up and immobilized. And I do it by myself for I never had the courage to share it with anyone before. I always thought someone else would think I was crazy."  "Why are you looking for keys in your own cum?"  "I rather not talk about all that. It’s too embarrassing."  "No problem. I’ll just put these nipple clamps back on, place your blindfold on and leave you to your own demise.” Angel began to move towards me.  “Please Angel have mercy. Please let me go."  "Jane, as I said you are in no position to ask for anything.” With that said Angel put the nipple clamps back in place even though I struggled against her, but with the handcuffs and my balls secured I was pretty helpless. She then put on the blindfold. “Please Angel.” I cried “I am sorry. Please don’t go!” “Jane you had your chance. I am going out to lunch. When I return I hope you are in a more talkative mood.” She then left me alone. As I sat there in tremendous pain from the nipple clamps and no possibility of escape I was both terrified and excited. I was now truly in inescapable bondage and being “made” to do something against my will. It seemed like an eternity before Angel returned.  “I’m back.” she announced.  I heard her walking around the room for a while before she removed my blindfold. “Are you ready to talk now?"  "Yes” I quickly responded. “But will you please remove the clamps again?"  "I think not, this time. I have a feeling that you will be much more cooperative if you have a little incentive. So what’s the deal about you searching for keys in your own cum?” I had no choice to explain. “Angel, I have always loved self-bondage, but I have also craved the opportunity to be made to do something I ordinarily would never do on my own."  I then explained in detail how I had been planning this particular day for the past couple of months.  "You really like this? You really like the idea of being made to do something you hate doing?"  "Yes, Angel I do. It’s strange though. I love the idea of doing it while I am horny, but after I cum I usually lose all desire."  "Tell me more about all this bondage stuff? What are some of your other fantasies?"  I talked at length about the Mistress/slave relationship and about all my other fantasies. I even told her about stories I had written and which were in my bedroom closet. I then begged Angel to release me. "In a moment , Jane. There is one more thing I must do.” She then put the blindfold back in place and said she would be back in a minute. How long she was gone, I don’t know, when I heard clicking of her heels coming down the stairs. “Open your eyes, slave boy.” Angel ordered.  As I opened my eyes I saw Angel standing in front of me dressed to kill. She had on a black bra, garter belt, stockings, panties and a pair of high heels. She also had one of my black belts in her hand.  “What are you doing?"  "Quiet, slave! You will address me as Mistress Angel, is that clear?” She said as the belt landed on my back. “Ouch! Yes, it’s clear."  "Smack, Smack, Smack” three more hits found my back. “Is that clear?"  "Yes, Mistress Angel."  "I am going to make your dreams come true. I am going to be your Mistress from now on and I will MAKE you do all the things you have always fantasized about but couldn’t quite bring yourself to do. We will begin by finishing the fantasy you have started."  Angel then walked around the room and brought all six containers and put them on the floor in front of me. She then went to the corner and brought over a camcorder I had not previously seen. She could tell I was in shock.  "Don’t worry Jane, if you are a good slave no one but us will ever see this. But if you are bad who knows where this tape may end up. Instead of going to lunch before I went home to change and get my camcorder. I hope you don’t mind."  "Angel, please don’t do this."  "Smack, Smack, Smack! First of all I am Mistress Angel, secondly I’ll do anything I want, and thirdly slaves don’t talk unless spoken to first. Now let’s finish your fantasy."  She had me crawl over to the bottom of the steps as she sat in front of me with her legs wide open. She the picked up a spoon she had setting on the step.  "I am now going to finish giving you your own cum. I will spoon feed it to you. Open wide.” “Please Angel I can’t."  "You can’t or you won’t? I believe you can and you will. Let’s give you a little incentive."  With that she took off my nipple clamps and quickly replaced them again. I was now screaming out in pain. My nipples had never been so sore and tender.  "Will you eat your cum now or will I have to keep changing these until you do? I have all day, what about you?"  "Yes, Mistress Angel I will eat my own cum."  "That’s better. Now open wide."  She picked up the first container and started to spoon feed me my own cum. It took about 10 spoonfuls to empty the container, and believe me, she got every last drop. I grimaced after each bite. She put down the first container and looked at me.  "Is this what you like?"  "No, Mistress. I don’t like my own cum."  "I thought you said you did?"  "I do and I don’t. I’m sure I will look back on this and really be turned on but now I just want to get it over with."  "Well let’s begin the second container. Oh wait! I forgot one thing. Didn’t you say something about eating your own cum without being the least bit horny? Let’s make sure you aren’t horny at all. I am going to milk you before we go any further."  "Oh no! Not that. I’ll do anything!"  "Why are you talking back to me with that attitude? I am just helping you live out your fantasy. You will have to be punished for that outburst."  She once again changed the nipple clamps and I was dying from the pain. "Please stop Mistress. Please milk me, but please don’t change the clamps again!"  "Very well.” With that Mistress Angel began to stroke my cock and when I exploded she made sure to catch every drop in the container. “Tell me how you really feel now?"  "Mistress, I really, really don’t want my own cum but if you want me to I will eat it.” I had no other choice but to say that. I then remembered a quote I once read about nipple clamps. It said that, “nipple clamps can make a puppy dog out of the strongest man” and now I knew that was true.  “I do want you to. So let’s begin.” She then slowly and deliberately fed me the other 5 containers.“  "You have been so good. You have eaten about 16 ounces of your own cum. You now know what I feel like when I had to drink your cum before. But you know what, from now on I don’t think that I will be the cum drinker in this relationship. And besides, I think you have another gallon or two to make up before you catch up with me.” Mistress Angel finally removed the nipple clamps and massaged blood back into my nipples. That was the most painful experience of my life.  “Jane, I have one more thing to do before I release you. I have to take this tape and put it somewhere safe to make sure that you will never find it. Remember, only you and I will ever see it again, unless of course you are a bad slave. I will be back in a little bit to set you free. Don’t go anywhere.” With that she took the camcorder and went upstairs. As I sat there bound on the floor I realized that my greatest dream and nightmare have come true on the same day.

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