A little town

You find yourself standing in a small scenic village. The buildings are from a bygone era and the architecture, along with the shop signs, suggest that you're in France. Everything is quiet, at least for a few seconds, but then the village springs into life, as the menfolk rush outside and falls to their knees, naked but for metallic devices covering their genitals - they appear to be medieval chastity devices of some kind.

Music suddenly fills the air, and that's when you see her emerge.

She's like a goddess, with her flowing brown hair, beautiful face, and a young perfect body dressed in a black leather dominatrix outfit that hugs her figure in the way that you suddenly want to. She pays you no heed as she looks down at the men kneeling before her, inspecting their chastity devices. Brandishing her whip, she starts to sing:

Little men
With your tiny spillage
Every day
I detest you more
Little men
With your cocks in cages
Kneeling down to say

She whips her slaves, one at a time, and each of them shout "Merci!" back at her, or maybe it's "Mercy!"; you're not quite sure. She bends down, her finger stroking one of her ****'s chastity cages, and continues singing.

This masturbater wants his way, like always
His teeny cock and balls do swell
And I warned him if he came
I would treat him to such pain
Hurt this poor provincial clown-

"Good Morning, Belle," says a young scantily-clad blonde, arriving with her equally alluring friend, their hands all over each other.

"'Morning, Mademoiselle," replies Belle. "I'll leave these painsluts to you. I'm sure you'll both have fun teasing them."

"Where are you off to?"

"The bookshop. I just finished the most wonderful story about a shade of grey and another shade of grey and a-"

"That's nice," says the blonde, then turns to her friend. "Marie, the baguettes! Hurry up!"

As Marie starts to administer the first of the baguettes, Belle walks away, in her thigh-high leather boots, towards the shops, not noticing you following, nor the nearby villagers who are singing about her:

Look at her clothes, that girl's deranged, no question
Crazed and sadistic, can't you tell
She's mightily endowed
Doing acts that aren't allowed
No denying she's a femdom girl, that Belle

As Belle enters the adult bookshop, you can't help but follow her.

"Ah, Belle," says the shop owner, shaking in terror.

"Good Morning, worm," she says, cracking her whip. "I've come to return the book I borrowed."

"Finished already?"

"Oh, I couldn't put it down, apart from slamming it down on a few cocks. Apologies for the stains," she says, though she doesn't sound at all apologetic. "Have you got anything new? Heavier?"

The shop owner laughs nervously. "Not since yesterday."

"That's all right. I'll borrow, this one."

"That one?" the adult bookshop owner says, looking at the lurid cover. "But you've read it twice."

"Well, it's my favorite! ****, pain, ****, sadism, more sadism. I'd love to chat with you about it."

"If you like it all that much, it's yours," suggests the nervous owner, eager to have her leave.

"But, sir."

"I insist."

"Well, thank you. Thank you very much," says Belle, striding out of the adult bookshop, the leather tome in her hands. As you follow after her, you notice that she's once again going towards the men with their chastity devices, as the two lovely ladies from earlier tease and deny them. They start to sing, as she walks past, kicking one on her way.

Look there she goes, that domme is so sadistic
We wonder if she came from Hell
Looking dreamy and so cute
While his head's struck by her boot
Put a muzzle on the rest of us will Belle

Belle glares at them, but carries on walking, and sits down next to a water fountain, ready to read her book, with a leather-clad gimp sitting on either side of her. While one of them looks ridiculously muscular, the other one's short and fat. In another world, they may have been able to join in the song, but here they're bound in silence, as Belle reads her book and sings to them about it:

Oh, isn't this depraving?
It's my favorite part because you'll see
Here's where she beats Prince Charming_
But she won't discover that it's him 'til chapter three

As she sings, the menfolk from earlier walk past, singing about her as she continues her reading, the gimps looking helplessly on.

Now it's no wonder that we love her booty
Her ass has got no parallel
As she's reading her De Sade
I'm afraid we're getting hard
Most wicked of the mistresses
She's the worst of the mistresses
Yes, mean queen of the mistresses is Belle

And then the whole town appears, surrounding you and Belle for a rousing finale:__

Look there she goes, a girl who's lewd and lethal
A most sadistic mademoiselle
With no pity and such sin
She loves her face-sittin'
''Cause she really is a femdom girl
A beastly and a femdom girl
She really is a femdom girl
That Belle

And then the music stops, and Belle finally stops singing and notices you as you stand there, ogling her.