"I'd love to be helpless like this."

You close your eyes for a moment, trying to shut out the thoughts she has stirred in your head. Not of exploiting the helplessness of those women - but of exposing yourself in that way. Somehow the thought feels enticing. There is a certain fascination about being helpless, no?

As you open your eyes again, you see the blonde woman looking at you, with a slight frown on her face. She apparently tries to make sense of your reaction. You want to say something, but you have a dry throat. Then, suddenly, it hits her, and she grants you a smile.

"You're into this as well, right?", she says, without a hint of accusation or judgement in her voice. "Maybe my Mistress would even take you. She sometimes likes to add men to our plays. Either to hand me over to them and offers them to have their way with me. Or to make us both their toys. She's quite good, my mistress, you know. She's excellent in restricting movement and making your feel helpless. She's even better with her words. It takes a skillfull domme to make your brain explode and really make you submit."

You feel a strange arousal. "That sounds intriguing", you whisper.

The blonde woman smiles again, then looks you up and down. "I'll tell Mistress about you. Find us later, and I will try to convince her to let you join. I like you, really."

She grants you a wink and then turns around and walks along the corridor. You stare at her graceful figure and you wonder what exactly just has happened. And there is this curiosity about what could happen if you meet her again.