Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Poor innocent James tried to bargain with catburglar Alba. The timid young man promised he would be no trouble, even offering to be restrained while his slinky assailant took what she pleased.

It was all too easy for the petite thief as he was roped and gagged on the sofa, while she rubbed her shiny, booted body all over him.

After she had her fun, it was time for business as James was hogtied on the floor, balled up socks wrap gagged in his mouth. But Alba had a heart and popped her tits out of the suit to make him very uncomfortable on the cold floor.

Maybe she’ll take pity and give him a little tug to remember her by.

The Enchantress #114

Enchantress: It seems unfair, hero. I am so powerful that there is no chance for you to evade me, or fight me off. You’re so utterly helpless against my lust it’s pitiful. So I’ve come up with a solution.

The enchantress casts her spell which binds to the hero.

Enchantress: There! Now whether you’re ravished by me or left alone shall be up to you alone. I’ve placed a spell within your body that will transfer you to me instantaneously when you speak the right words… erotic words, words of bondage…

Hero: Which words?

Enchantress: Oh, you will find out…

The enchantress releases the hero from her grasp…

*** ***

Days later, the hero and apprentice walk from a fruit village they had protected from goblins, hauling wheelbarrows full of fruit as their reward.

Apprentice: Mmm! I thought the seeds on the outside of this berry would make in unpalatable, but it’s actually quite scrumptious.

Hero: That’s called a strawberry. And the peculiarly shaped ones are mulberries. Funnily enough, they aren’t actually berries, but rather “accessory fruits.”

Apprentice: *Slurps* Hmm. Well, what makes a fruit a berry?

Hero: Hmm, I dunno. I think the fleshy parts have to thoroughly encapsulate the seeds-!

With a zap, the hero is teleported to the lair of the enchantress, instantly naked.

Hero: Huh? Wha-?

He stands in a vat of warm liquid, which instantly rises and covers him. He cannot move or scream as the liquid covers his whole body and solidifies into rubber. 

The enchantress enters the room and splits the rubber sealing around his face, allowing him breath.

Hero: *Gasp!* Enchantress! What the hell-?

Enchantress: Naughty little boy… I did warn you. And now you stand before me. Captured. Contained.

She smirks and wraps her fingers around his rubber trapped cock, causing him great pleasure and discomfort…

Enchantress: …Encapsulated…

She laughs and begins her domination of her hero…

*** ***

Days later, the hero and the apprentice set up camp…

Hero: Here, I’ll hold this end of the tent while you… place… the rope around the nail… 

Apprentice: You mean tie it? Are you afraid to say tie too?

The hero nods. The apprentice sighs and does so. They finish the camp.

Apprentice: You know, if I were you I would just stop speaking altogether.

Hero: I can’t. It’s too drastic a turn for my behavior and could cause me to make mistakes on our quests. Back before I met you I used to talk to myself all the time.

Apprentice: Huh. Well, maybe I could just, you know…

She mimes putting something in her mouth and tying it up and points to the hero. He fidgets uncomfortably.

Hero: …No, I don’t think so. Thanks for offering.

Apprentice: Just offering.

Hero: Besides, it’s a common cliche. As soon as you do that to me something’s gonna happen, like a monster will sneak up on you and I won’t be able to shout at you. You know, that old gagSHIT!

Apprentice: Why Did You SAY IT???

Hero: I had the word in my mind and it subconsciously-!

The hero zaps away. He lies chained to a pile in the palace basement. The enchantress stands before him, already ready to play.

Hero: Enchantress, this isn’t fair!

Enchantress: Shh…

He’s unable to fight back as she stuffs cloth into his mouth and ties it tight. His muffled cursing and resisting is quiet as whisper.

Enchantress: Look at you… Unable to cry for help or mercy… Unable to even beg…

She climbs over him, licking her lips, and begins to strip down…

*** ***

The hero is in an inn, planning his next course. He’s surrounded by poorly armed resistance members and the apprentice.

Hero: Okay, so the emperor’s palace will be open to attack tomorrow morning, so we wait for tonight. We oppositions shall begin our cautiously planned raid tomorrow.

Resistance 1: Why do you keep calling us that? “Oppositions”? Isn’t that a word a bit less, I don’t know, virtuous sounding than “resistance”?

Hero: Because that’s what we are? Oppositions? Against the king’s illegitimate gained sovereignty?

Resistance 2: And that! Why the fancy wording for the enemy? It makes it sound so… benign. As though he isn’t a tyrant! Are you afraid to call the conqueror a tyrant?

Hero: No, I don’t have any problems with calling him a “tyrant!” Look, this is irrelevant-!

Resistance 3: I have to voice my complaint too. Most of us aren’t very smart and simpler sounding words would help.

Hero: I’m sorry, but there’s a reason I’m using these slightly longer, more complex words okay?

Resistance 1: Well, let’s hear it. What’s the reason?

Hero: Erm…

Apprentice: *Sigh* He’s trying to avoid the words resistance, resist, conqueror, dominion, domination, failure, struggle, or any words that make us sound weak or make the king sound like a powerful, dominating force that fucked this country with his powerful phallic-metaphoric army. Because if he does the enchantress’s curse will zap him away to her fuck-den and I’ll be the one who has to lead you all to victory, okay?

Everyone: … 

Hero: … Thank you. Gentlemen, gentlewomen, I’ll see you all before dawn. Get some sleep.

Apprentice: … Hey, hero, are you okay?

Hero: This is all getting to me, I’ll admit.

Apprentice: You think she would really zap you away right now? Sounds a bit under the belt.

Hero: Who knows. She has always been pretty mercile-Wait, no that might be a trigger word. Damn it, I don’t know how much longer I can take this!

Apprentice: Maybe you should just stop talking and sleep for now-!

The hero is zapped away right before her eyes.

He’s tied to a wooden post, not naked but still very much helpless.

Hero: What? Enchantress, I didn’t-!

Enchantress: The entirety of that last sentence oozed with desperate erotica… Not one trigger word, but definitely a trigger sentence…

She stroked the shape of his dick without taking off his pants…Nice and slow…

Enchantress: Mmm… I hope you aren’t hoping I’ll be going faster anytime soon… *chuckles*  We’ll see just how long you can take this…

(Incidentally, the apprentice managed to pull off the resistance just fine)

*** *** ***

The hero spent the next few weeks very quiet. He temporarily parted ways with the apprentice and spent some time alone. He spoke very little.

He visited many villages. Quiet towns in need of extra hands. He worked, and sometimes fought off bandits. All while speaking barely a word.

He effectively took down many threats between the kingdoms, from beasts to magic creatures. He met with his friends very little, and always parted with them soon. All to avoid conversation. All to avoid her.

He became very quiet. And very effective. Then, one night, lying alone in the peaceful woods under the stars, he sighed.

He missed speaking to his friends, the people he worked with and rescued. He wanted to talk to someone. Anyone.

He wanted to see her again.

Hero: … I give up. Enchantress, please fuck me.

And he was zapped away.

Pretty filthy weather outside. Luckily your Stepdaughter has raided Mummy’s wardrobe and found some suitably shiny rainwear to head out in.

Would you help her with those boots?