As a boy, i accept GIRLS superiority!
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@sexualtyranosauros
As a boy, i accept GIRLS superiority!
Reblog only if you agree.☺️👯♀️🙇
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Society would be better if they took control of everything
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I believe Women should not need to use chastity to control men. Men should willing obey Women because a Women says so should be all that is needed. #FLR ❤️
I will get you into some reeeeeaaally freaky stuff, loser 😉 xxx
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ANY female
My girlfriend had made it clear to me when we started the FLR that not only was she in control of me, but I was to show deference and respect to ANY female at all times, and if she wished to involve any other female in my discipline and domination, it was entirely up to her. Naturally, since I had no choice, I accepted this and hoped that she would never involve anyone else.
My hopes were dashed hard one week when my college-aged niece came to visit us at our home. I was actually pleased to see Chloe come over because it meant that my girlfriend, Janey, would have to ease some of my restrictions. For example, Janey usually kept me naked in the house, so my chastity cage could be exposed, and I was normally shackled at the very least, but frequently handcuffed and shackled at home. If I were doing chores, my hands were locked in front, if not, my hands were locked behind me. Having Chloe over meant I would be allowed to wear clothes and be free of shackles and handcuffs, but still locked in chastity, while my niece was there.
Naturally, I was very accommodating and attentive to my niece when she arrived, since she was female, and Janey had made it clear I was to be submissive to ANY female. I was busy a lot of the time Chloe was around, because I had a lot of chores to do, but she and Janey got along great.
One day, Janey told me she was leaving to go to the store, and I was to “be good for Chloe,” during her absence. I blushed slightly as my niece put her arms around me and said she would be a “good babysitter” for me while Janey was out. I returned to my chores.
As I was cleaning the upstairs bathroom, Chloe called me to the kitchen. I made my way downstairs, where Chloe sat at the kitchen table.
I halted when I saw my handcuffs and shackles on the table in front of her. The blond girl smiled at me.
“Well, well, Uncle Ryan,” she told me. “It looks like your life is about to change. Janey told me all about your arrangement, and I asked to be left alone with you to properly ‘babysit’ you.”
My mouth hung open in disbelief. My sister’s daughter was really about to dominate me - I knew it, I could feel it, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
“Strip,” she ordered. “I want you naked, and then kneel on the other side of the table with your hands behind your back.”
I trembled. “You don’t have to do this, Chloe. Please don’t.”
She smiled. “I want to, Uncle Ryan. You have no idea. Strip naked, now!”
My heart sank, and I obeyed, undressing in front of her. She giggled when she saw my chastity cage, and she reached out and jiggled the lock.
“That’s on there nice and tight, isn’t it? How lovely. What did I tell you to do next?”
I moved to the other side of the table and knelt down. I placed my hands behind my back and my niece handcuffed me, then shackled me. She moved back, sat down, and put her feet on the table, inches from my face.
“I see you blushing, Uncle,” she told me. “But remember, you must obey ANY female, and since you’re naked, handcuffed, shackled and locked in chastity, there’s quite literally nothing you can do but obey. Now, kiss and lick my feet and ask me to give you a good, long spanking.”
Fighting desire
He was trembling as he stared at the girl’s feet.
The desire was overpowering - he wanted to get off the couch where he was sitting, fall to his knees behind her and kiss her feet. He wanted it so badly he could barely stand it.
All his life, he had fantasized about being tied up by girls, and as he grew up, he found himself wanting more than just bondage - he wanted to submit totally, to be punished, to be held captive and controlled. His stepsister was one of his frequent fantasy targets - she was beautiful, and seemed powerful and dominant, and he’d thought about confessing his desires to her many times.
Now here she was, reading a book on the floor in front of where he sat on the couch, and he could not look away. Those feet were right there, teasing him, a symbol, to him, of female superiority, and he wanted to put his lips to them and tell her he wanted to be her slave. He could feel the desire consuming him.
“Stop fighting who you are,” his stepsister suddenly said. “Get on your knees and kiss my feet. You know you want to do it.”
She didn’t even look back at him. He wondered if she’d really said that or if he’d just imagined it. Could this really be happening to him? Could she really be doing this?
“You left your computer open,” she added, wiggling her toes for a moment. “I know who you are, and now that we both know, it’s time for you to surrender to those desires and give me control of your life. So, just obey me, boy, or I will make you obey and punish you harshly.”
She paused. “Kneel down, hands behind your back, and kiss my feet, and tell me what you really want to tell me.”
He swallowed, knowing the life he’d known was over, as he sank to his knees, put his hands behind his back, and kissed the lowest part of his stepsister’s body.