Continue as A Drone

She smiled to herself.

Begin a drone was fun and so hot she like they idea of staying as one...for now anyway.

She began to shouting at the man, anything that came into her head. She knew that the man would not be able to hear what she is actually saying.

The terror in his eye was so fucking hot, he stepped backwards his back against the wall. He started to stammer, sweat ran down the mans naked flesh. Hayley walked towards him she climbed up on the table looking down at the scared man.

She jumped down in front of him she continued to talk at him the breathing sound become more intense and laboured this only added to the mans terror and her lust.

Hayley had a cruel thought she grabbed the mans caged cock, she slowly stroked the cage running her hand along the metal. Her gloved fingers slipping in between the bars lightly touching his erect cock.

The mans terror subsided for a moment and turned to confusion what was this drone doing , had it malfunctioned.

Had the mistress sent it here to test him?

It must had malfunctioned he knew a easy fix.

Hayley was surprised that the man hands suddenly shot up to her gas masked head.

His finger began tapping on the side by her ears, then the spirals appeared in front of her eyes.

They looked so pretty. What was going on?

She felt so relaxed.

“Head on drone leave my room?”

Hayley complied she sleepily walked towards the door at the end of the room.

The next room was different to the last rooms, lit in red and with velvet covered walls. Inside the room lines and lines of drones. They stood at attention creating at makeshift path to the end of the room. At the end of the path of gas mask drones. A throne.

Hayley wandered in dazed still watching the spirals spinning inside her gas mask. She walked down the path to the throne. A woman sat on the throne. This woman looked amazing. She wore a long black latex dress, a window in the front of the dress gave a glimpse of the heaving breasts that lay beneath. The dress ran down her legs stopping at the top of long red boots, the colour of the boots matched the colour of her hair a vibrant dyed red. The woman looked bored a naked woman on all four knelt beside her, she looked like she was asleep her head was bowed her body still.

As Hayley approached the throne the bored woman looked up.

“Drone what are you doing?”

Hayley tried to answer but only the breathy language of the drones came out.

“Obey your mistress go back into rank.”

This woman this beautiful woman was the mistress the one running the whole gameshow.

Did this mean that she had won.

“Obey go back to your post at once.”

Hayley had two options her she could take off her mask and declare herself the winner or she could get back into rank.

The second option sent her a wave of pleasure as she thought it.