Fem-Dom-Con

When the SUV stops you are beyond horny, your brain barely able to think complex human thoughts. A small set of steps helps you down. You try to walk off, but Emma pulls the leash tight. She looks at you in your lust-addled eyes, hoping to pierce through the veneer of subspace affecting you.

“Remember, this is for me. To increase my contacts and prestige. If you have any limits about something, then it better be good. I don’t think there will be any scat or vore there but you never know. I’ll do my best to protect you from the worst, but I am Goddess Emma from here until I release you. No human sounds, just barks and other dog noises. Let’s go.”

You both walk to the convention entrance from the parking garage, when you see many acts of lust and domination that make you want to get hard but you can’t, the chastity cage preventing that. You see a femdom, dressed in beautiful latex, walking two men in outfits similar to yours, though one was hairy and strong looking with a free, girthy cock dangling, while the other was dressed in all pink, with his cock locked up. You saw a femdom that you could only describe as “punk latex” dragging what presumably was a man dressed in a latex maid’s outfit wearing black leather thigh-highs. They walked perfectly in them, leading you to surmise that he was not new in his position. If you had to guess, he must’ve been the same age and body style as you. It was weird and made you kind of horny to believe that you might still have been here, no matter what.

Lost in your kinky ruminations, you don’t notice that Emma has stopped until you get choked and pulled back. You quickly turn around and start cleaning Emma’s shoes as penance, despite it not being commanded of you. “So as I was saying, Raven…” You pay very little attention to the two talking femdoms, though if you looked in the fetish dictionary, and looked up “goth femdom”, Raven’s face would be in there. You continue cleaning your Goddesses’ shoes while they jabber on.