Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

As he began to slowly regain consciousness nothing was making sense to him. His eyes still felt heavy, like it would take a Herculean effort to open them. So instead, his still disoriented mind did its best to try to piece together the puzzle of what had happened.

Think.... think.... think........

A party. That's right, a party. He'd been at a Halloween party. A risque Halloween party.....

So many provocatively dressed women. Seductive cat women. Naughty school girls. Wicked witches. And, a naughty nurse. A playfully flirty naughty nurse.

And what was that magic potion she had served him? The color was a deep, crimson red. Dark, mysterious swirls played through the concoction as a misty fog seemed to emanate from the glass. It was strong, it was delicious... but, what happened after that?

Slowly, his eyes began to open. His surroundings seemed unfamiliar, white, clinical. And as he started to raise up to gaze around the room he realized he was restrained securely to some sort of an examination table.

He could hear the sound of footsteps approaching, heels clicking on a hard floor. Oh god, the playfully flirty naughty nurse. He tried to speak, but his efforts were futile, his mouth taped closed.

She smiled reassuringly as she leaned over him, her soft, buttons provocatively undone to display her soft, full breasts straining against a lacy red bra. Brushing her fingers softly through his hair, she murmured, "Relax sweetheart, everything's fine. I have no intention of hurting you in any way."

Then grinning wickedly, she leaned down further, touching her lips to his ear. In a sultry whisper she purred, "I have torments of a different sort in store for you this evening."

Standing back up, her gaze locked on to his, her fingers began to slowly undo the remaining buttons, provoking a muffled groan of arousal from her captive patient.

Chuckling wickedly as she began to nudge the uniform down off of her shoulder she teased, "Mmm, I think you're getting the idea now, hmm?"

Part of the standard Asbethserilian training for slavegirls involves maintain the same submissive pose for long periods showing minimal to no motion at all.

Chains and leashes are placed on the slave not so much to prevent  an escape attempt (at this point of her training a slavegirl’s spirit is usually so broken that even thinking of being “set free” can cause her to faint from fear and despair) but rather to make sure the required pose is kept as the leads attached to the slave collar are connected to machinery registering any significant shift in the slavegirl balance or to a Governess’ wrist for the very same reason.

Miss Nexantia taking a stroll with her little boy toy

Lola Noir - Gets dominated in full latex cube

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