Bodum...

Eveline Bodum, or Mistress Bodum, as she preferred to be called. You hadn't heard much about her so far, other than that she was an oil baroness with possible ties to Serpent. Your Agency had provided a small dossier containing known information about Bodum, though the picture at the front gave you plenty of information on its own.

A woman in her mid-thirties, with a desire for power in all its form and a taste for furs and other expensive things. How the photo was obtained was beyond you, but at least you understood what your target looked like. The rest of the dossier was a handful of information littered among blanks. Her height, weight, and age were estimated at 150cm, 50kg, and 34 years of age. The dossier suggested she might be descended from a European family based on name etymology, but couldn't get any more specific. The only exact information that could be gleamed was her ownership of a major oil company and the location of her place of residence. The latter wasn't as helpful as one might conclude given that it was a heavily fortified Gothic Mansion in the center of a small coastal Middle Eastern country that she controlled through **** and ****.

And yet here you were, Agent John, perched up on the outer perimeter of her mansion. A HALO jump from a high altitude plane got you past the border patrols and coastal guards, while also avoiding detection on radar. You were on your own at this point, instructed to conduct recon of the premise, but keep a safe distance. In a day and a half, you'd meet at a rendezvous point along the southern most point of the coast.

Pulling out your binoculars, you began to survey the compound in the light of the setting sun. Compared to the deserts around it, Bodum's mansion was an oasis. Beyond a 12 foot-tall stone wall rested well kept grass and bushes and stone sidewalks meandering around between fountains and statues, all of women, all remarkable lifelike, most arguable titillating in design. Yet the beauty of the gardens didn't distract the guards pacing the walkways, nor the servant girls tending to them. Each wore an all leather outfit that concealed their identity and even made gender difficult to determine. You made sure to take note of their equipment and movements for a potential infiltration, but largely ignored the servants. An associate of Mistress Bodum had noted that the women enjoyed turning brash young boys into proper ladies, so you could only assume many of the girls trimming the hedges had once been boys.

At the center of the compound stood Bodum's mansion. A Gothic-style mansion with two arms curving out around a central fountain depicting multiple women in what one might assume to be an orgy. The mansion elevated up at least four floors at the center, though from observations, you assumed there might be a basement. All of the windows were tinted though, leaving images beyond blurry. Your only hints to the occupants were the occasional maid opening a window to dust off the stoop.

As you focused more on the house, searching for entry points, you didn't hear the sound of boots on sand approaching from the side. In fact, you only realized you'd been found out when the butt of a rifle slammed into your head, knocking you ****.

You awoke gasping and shivering as a splash of cold water was thrown over you. Your vision was slowly returning, but you were aware of four figures before you and the fact that you couldn't move.

"My, my, my....an Agent..." Came a husky female voice, as your vision returned it was revealed to be Mistress Bodum herself, flanked by two silent androgynous guards. The fourth figure, now on their knees and mopping up the water you'd been splashed with was a maid. More specifically a maid with a boyish face that contrasted the heaving breasts that bulged beneath their uniform as they went about their work.

Glancing around, you found that your wrists and ankles were zip-cuffed to a simple looking wooden chair. You appeared to be in a study, judging by the wall of books and weight mahogany desk Mistress Bodum sat at. A further look around revealed an unusual style of decorum, BDSM equipment and gimp suits displayed in glass cases like precious antiques.

"I suppose I will have to take care of you, can't have you reporting back to your superiors," Mistress Bodum continued, seeming to absentmindedly open a finance book of some sort on her desk, "Now then, how shall we do this..."

"The South-West Fountain doesn't have a statue yet," One of the guards mentioned, a voice modulator distorting their words slightly.

"What about the guest rooms?" The other guard suggested, their voice almost identical thanks to their equipment.

"W-we could always use more help!" The maid spoke up, their masculine tone betraying their true gender. Under the combined gaze of the guards and Bodum, he withered, shivering in fear at some imagined punishment.

"Well....he is an Agent, perhaps something special for him...." Mistress Bodum added, her hands clasping her chin in thought as she looked you up and down.

What does Mistress Bodum decide to do?

-Turn you into a more permanent sissified fixture of her mansion

-Repurpose you as a maid or feminized servant boi

-Concoct a unique plan to commemorate her first captured Agent