Taylor’s secret fantasy

Emily smiled to herself after hearing Taylor’s reply. "I wish I had a pen and some paper," she said and the requested items appeared in her hands. She quickly made a list and handed it to one of the guards. "Have her dressed and bring her to the basement of the play building in twenty minutes."

"Yes, Mistress Emily," the guard replied as she looked over the list Emily had made as the teen dominatrix left for the play building.

Emily's mind raced with possible ways to turn Taylor’s fantasy to their advantage as she made the walk. Reaching the play building she entered the basement which looked like a barren stone walled and floored room. "I wish this space would become a vampire's lair." Instantly a large barred window appeared in one of the walls and even though it was in the middle of the afternoon, it seemed to be pitch black outside save for the silvery light of the full moon. Candles and torches appeared illuminating the room letting Emily see the array of bondage furniture and equipment that had also appeared. Lastly, a dais with three steps up to the top with a brazier burning at either side of the bottom of the steps appeared. On top of the dais, was a black coffin with a golden bat-shaped emblem on the lid.

Emily slowly walked around the room, her mind still searching for a way to turn Taylor further to their advantage. "Come on, Emily think," she thought, "Jess told you Taylor’s going to write a song about loving her time here, what can you do?" Then, it hit her and a smile slowly made its way across her face.

"I wish that until I leave this room, I would be a vampire and that Taylor Swift would remain under my influence for as long as she lives." Emily felt a sudden rush of power surge through her. "Now I might as well look the part. I wish I were dressed as a sexy vampire dominatrix."

In an instant, Emily's clothes were replaced by a black silk dress. The dress lifted and supported her breasts putting them on prominent display. A three-inch wide piece of silk ran down her left side, leaving her flat-toned stomach bare. The dress' skirt was long, running from her hips to the floor, however, the right side was slit nearly to the top to show off her leg. On her feet, she wore a pair of black six-inch stiletto-heeled shoes. Finishing off her outfit was dark eye shadow and blood-red lipstick, and around her neck was a purple crystal pendant hanging by a strip of leather that was wound around the crystal. Finally ready Emily opened the coffin, climbed in, and closed herself inside.

Ten minutes later, one of the guards arrived outside of the room. Taylor was dressed in a red tee shirt with a brown leather jacket over it, tight-fitting jeans, and brown leather knee-high boots.

The guard opened the door and motioned Taylor inside. "Mistress Emily is waiting," the guard said before Taylor nodded and stepped into the room.

Taylor barely heard the soft click of the door as the guard closed the door behind her. “This is even better than I had imagined,” she thought as she looked around the room “Okay, stay in character,” she told herself. When she enjoyed this fantasy when she lay alone at night she was not an international pop music sensation, but an adventurer, akin to a female version of Indiana Jones. She had come to the castle that was supposedly inhabited by a vampire in search of a talisman worth a fortune.

Taylor smiled as she eyed the coffin, she knew the vampire was simply a myth born of fear of the woman who had lived and probably died here. She did not doubt that the talisman was with the woman’s body in that coffin. Taylor began to slowly approach the dais, weary of potential booby traps. Then, a loud creak hung heavy in the air, it rusted sound that echoed through the room like a distant thunderstorm rolling in. It was closely followed by the eerie whisper of air escaping from the coffin, almost like a haunting sigh. The sound was ominous, sending shivers down Taylor's spine as she watched the lid slowly creak open, as if by magic. As it opened dark purple smoke began to billow from the coffin, filling the room with a sudden chill. Taylor gasped as Emily rose from the coffin along with the smoke. Emily gracefully stepped out of the coffin as the last of the smoke slowly rolled down from the dais to the floor, allowing Taylor to fully see how the beautiful teen dominatrix was dressed. So far, her secret fantasy had been playing out better than she had ever dreamed possible.

Emily’s blood-red lips curled into a smile. “Well well,” she said as she gracefully stepped down from the dais. “It has been many years since someone was foolish enough to invade my castle, let alone my most private sanctuary,” she said as she gestured to the room. “You are a brave one, and you look good enough to eat. Unlike the last fool who dared to enter here.”

“I-I-uh,” Taylor stammered as Emily approached her.

“Shhh,” Emily shushed her as she held her index finger to Taylor’s lips. “I know you seek this,” she said holding up the talisman around her neck in her other hand. “Telly me, my lovely, what is your name?” As Emily asked Taylor’s name, her eyes briefly flashed, and just like in her fantasy, Taylor felt her will falter and a haze filled her mind. She was so taken in by her fantasy coming to life that she never suspected that Emily’s plan had begun.

“Taylor, Taylor Swift,” Taylor answered, playing her part and struggling not to speak.

“Well, Taylor Swift, for breaking into my home and attempting to steal from me, you will be punished.”

“No, no!” Taylor yelled as she turned and began to run from the room. In an instant, she was overtaken by a cloud of purple smoke, only for the smoke to form into Emily right in front of the door. Taylor skidded to a halt and gasped as Emily looked at her like a hungry predator, eyeing its next meal. Emily’s eyes flashed again and the sound of Taylor’s elevated heartbeat filled her ears like a melody. The temporary vampire’s smile broadened as Taylor stood at attention, never suspecting she was no longer simply playing a part.

“Tell me, Taylor Swift, what do you need for invading my sanctuary and attempting to steal my most prized treasure?”

“I-I-I need to be punished,” Taylor answered as she felt her pussy dampen with need.

“Yes, you do,” Emily said as she affectionately stroked her cheek. “Remove your clothing so your mistress can appraise her property.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Taylor replied as she began removing her clothes. She removed each article of clothing, folded it up, and placed it neatly on the floor until she stood before Emily, stark naked.

“I approve of your choice of underwear, my dear,” Emily said as she picked up the tiny pink thong Taylor had been wearing. She held it to her face and inhaled, the scent of Taylor’s arousal. “Mmm, you smell delicious,” Emily said before letting the tiny thong flutter back to the floor. “Perhaps if you earn it, I’ll take a taste for myself,” she said as she ran her hand over Taylor’s breasts, feeling her nipples harden under her touch. She then slid her hand down Taylor’s body letting her nails gently rake down Taylor’s toned stomach. Her hand finally came to a stop when she cupped Taylor’s Pussy, rubbing her palm against it and feeling the heat of the singer’s arousal against her palm.

“Please, Mistress,” Taylor said pleadingly, and grinding her pussy against Emily’s palm.

“Uh-uh,” Emily said chidingly as she pulled her palm away. She circled Taylor until she stood behind her grabbed a fistful of her trademark blonde tresses, and pulled forcing Taylor to tilt her head back. “Before you get to feel any pleasure, we have something to take care of don’t we?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“And what would that be?”

“My punishment for invading your sanctuary, and trying to steal from you, Mistress.”

“Very good, Taylor,” Emily whispered sweetly into Taylor’s ear. “Now get on your knees where chattel like you belong.” Emily’s tone turned stern and hard and Taylor obeyed lowing herself to her knees without a word. Emily began to circle Taylor, her heels clicking on the hard stone floor. “Eyes down ****.” Taylor looked down at the floor her body trembling with anticipation as she listened to the clicking of Emily’s heels and awaited whatever punishment awaited her, in her fantasy it was always different depending on her mood.

As she circled Taylor, Emily’s eyes scanned the room. There was a stock she could lock the singer's hands and neck in that would **** her to bend over, a spanking bench made of ebony with delicate carvings filled with gold. The top of the bench and the small pads where the occupants ’ knees would rest were covered in dark red leather. there was a set of shackles hung from the ceiling, above a second set that were bolted to the floor. A saint Andrew’s Cross that sat on legs at the end of each arm, like the spanking bench it had been made from ebony and topped with supple dark red leather. There was a large round metal frame attached to a metal post, in the frame several chains ran chriss-crossing into a spiderweb-like pattern. Within the web were four leather cuffs to secure someone to it, and next to the frame, was a hand crank that could be used to turn the frame like a stationary wheel.

Emily paused her pacing, her gaze settling on the intricate spiderweb-like frame. "That will do perfectly," she murmured her voice a melody of sinister intent and dark promise.

"Stand," she commanded Taylor, and with a gentle but firm grip, she led the trembling singer towards the metal contraption. As they approached, Emily explained the device's purpose with an eerie calmness that chilled Taylor to the bone. "This is my web of truth, Taylor. Here you will be exposed, ****, and completely at my mercy until you learn the lesson I intend to teach you."

“I am eager to learn, mistress.”

With deft movements, Emily secured Taylor into the leather cuffs at each of her wrists and ankles, stretching her out until she was suspended within the frame. The cold metal sent shivers through Taylor's body, heightening her senses and her fear. Emily stepped back to admire her handiwork, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"Now, my dear, let us discuss your indiscretion." Emily began circling the frame slowly like a predator stalking its prey. "Invasion and theft are serious crimes, especially in this sanctuary," she continued, her tone both chiding and teasing. "But perhaps there’s something deeper driving your actions—something we both need to understand."

Emily stopped in front of Taylor and stared into her eyes. Taylor felt as if Emily could see straight into her soul, stripping away any facade or defense she might have had left. "Tell me," Emily softly demanded, "what were you seeking in my home? Is it merely material treasure or something... more personal?"

Taylor's heart raced as she searched for an answer that would satisfy Emily and perhaps moderate her impending punishment. Her voice trembled as she spoke, "I... I was drawn here by stories of your power and knowledge." She swallowed hard before adding, "And yes, I sought your treasures but not for their value but for the magic they are said to possess."

Emily nodded thoughtfully as if this confession confirmed something she already suspected. Then without warning, Emily turned the crank attached to the frame. Slowly, Taylor felt herself being rotated upside down, her blood rushing to her head as she tried to maintain composure.

"This pursuit of power," Emily whispered as she continued turning the crank until Taylor was completely inverted in the frame, "it is not without cost or consequence." She locked the frame in place and walked around it again, now viewing Taylor from a new angle. "You seek understanding of forces much greater than yourself," Emily said thoughtfully. “It’s brave but also foolish.”

Taylor’s world spun not just from her inverted state but also from Emily's words which pierced deeper than she anticipated. “This is incredible,” Taylor thought as she trembled with a mix of fear and anticipation making the chains rattle.

"I will show you some of those forces now," Emily continued as she reached for something just out of Taylor's line of sight. When she returned into view, she held a riding crop in one hand and a long feather in the other.

"Contrasts nurture understanding," Emily said cryptically before letting the tip of the feather trace a slow path down Taylor’s inner right thigh. The soft touch made Taylor shiver uncontrollably; then suddenly came a sharp sting from the crop on her thigh causing her to gasp out loud.

"This is just the beginning," Emily declared with a cold smile. Emily then went back to the feather, this time using it to trace Taylor’s right nipple. When she did, Taylor began to giggle and writhe making the chains rattle almost musically. Again, Emily pulled the feather away and slapped the crop against Taylor’s nipple making her cry out in pain. It continued with the left nipple, Taylor’s stomach, her outer right thigh, and the sensitive soles of her bare feet, again and again, Emily tickled Taylor with the feather, then whipped her with the crop.

“Oh no!” Taylor said laughingly as her body writhed as Emily flicked the tip of the feather over her clit. “Not there! Not there, Mistress, please!”

“Now Taylor, you know you need to be punished,” Emily said chidingly as she pressed the tab of the crop against Taylor’s clit. “Eyes open Taylor.” Slowly, Taylor opened her eyes and Emily raised the crop.

The crop whistled through the air and made contact with Taylor’s throbbing clit, and Taylor’s scream of pain echoed through the room as her entire body went rigid from the pain. Tears filled Taylor’s eyes as her body slowly calmed from the pain surging through it. Satisfied with her work, Emily turned the crank bringing Taylor right side up. She then stripped herself naked before releasing Taylor from the spiderweb of chains.

“Now, thank you properly for your punishment, ****,” Emily said as she used the index and middle fingers of her right hand to spread open her labia, revealing her glistening pussy.

“Yes, Mistress,” Taylor said dropping to her hands and knees. She crawled forward slightly until she could press her lips and tongue against Emily’s pussy. She began to kiss and lap obediently.

“Good girl, Taylor,” she said as she used her free hand to grab hold of Taylor’s hair. As Taylor continued to pleasure her. As for Taylor, she couldn’t believe how sweet Emily tasted. Living the life she had been living had made her used to having her pussy eaten, but having the world’s most famous pop star between her legs was an entirely new sensation. A few minutes later, Emily’s orgasm hit, when Taylor switched her tactics and had been sucking on her clit and pumping three fingers in and out of her pussy.

“Did that please you, Mistress?” Taylor asked, looking up at Emily as she licked her lips.

“You did, Taylor. I’d say you earned a reward,” Emily replied as she walked over to the coffin and pulled out a red leather strap-on harness with a black dildo attached to it. She stepped into the harness and adjusted it around her hips until the clit stimulator was properly positioned. Taylor’s eyes widened, and she licked her lips once more in anticipation. “Stand.”

Taylor stood, keeping her eyes focused on the hard rubber cock jutting from the harness. Emily led her over to the edge of the dais. “God, I can’t wait for her to fuck me with that thing,” Taylor thought.

“Bend over,” Emily said as she pressed between Taylor’s shoulder blades. Taylor quickly bent over, placing her hands on the edge of the cold stone platform. She moaned with anticipation as Emily rubbed the head of the dildo against her glistening slit. “Tell me you need to be fucked by me.”

“Mistress, please fuck me, I need to be fucked by you,” Taylor said pleadingly. With a smile, Emily thrust her hips forward hard, hilting the dildo in Taylor’s dripping pussy. She grabbed a hold of Taylor’s hair with both hands and pulled back as she continued to fuck the pop star hard.

“Who do you belong to, Taylor?” she asked.

“You, Mistress! I belong to you!”

Emily smiled as she continued to slam into Taylor the sound of their hips slapping into one other echoed off of the walls along with the sounds of Taylor’s moans and cries of pleasure.

“Not just to me, you belong to Mistress Jessica, myself, Mistress Eden, and Mistress Alura.” The sound of Taylor’s racing heart thudded in Emily’s ears, and the scent of her blood became stronger and stronger as she neared orgasm. Emily pulled back more until Taylor stood. “Would you like to remain beautiful forever, Taylor?”

“Yes, Mistress please!” Taylor cried out, she was so close to an orgasm.

“Then I want something from you, or I won’t let you come,” Emily said in a sing-song tone as she slowed to a snail's pace.

“Anything Mistress!”

“If I let you cum, and ensure that you are beautiful for all time, you will serve as our ****, seducing beautiful celebrities and bringing them to this island to serve as our slaves or as whores for the resort.”

“Yes, Mistress! I’ll do it! I’ll do it! I’ll bring all the girls you want! Please, Mistress!”

Emily let her incisors grow into fangs and **** Taylor to look at her so she could make Taylor look once more into her hypnotic gaze. “When I bite Taylor, I wish that instead of becoming a vampire, she would become immortal and remain beautiful and healthy forever,” she said before she moved closer to Taylor’s neck. “Cum for me, Taylor,” Emily said as she began to fuck Taylor fast and hard again, sinking her fangs into her neck, and finding the taste of her blood surprisingly sweet.

“Thank you, Mistress! Thank you!” Taylor screamed as pleasure and pain mixed as both she and Emily cried out in orgasmic bliss.

A short time later, Emily, now returned to normal having left the newly created vampire lair, returned to the dungeon and stood outside of the harem room with Taylor on a leash. “What is your true purpose, Taylor?” Emily asked

"To use my status as a pop star to seduce beautiful celebrities and bring them here so they may serve my mistresses.”

“Very good,” Emily said with a smile before kissing Taylor’s lips. “And, as a reward, you’ll stay at the resort for free with a whore of your choice every time you deliver another girl to us.”

“You are too kind, Mistress Emily.”

Emily then led Taylor into the harem room and removed the leash from her collar. Would you like to have a girlfriend while you stay with us for your month of service?”

“If it pleases you, Mistress.”

Emily looked around, her eyes settled on Natalie Dormer, the Game of Thrones Star was kneeling next to her bed, dressed in a green silk half bra and matching short skirt. “Natalie, get over here.”

Natalie crawled over to where Emily and Taylor stood before sitting back on her calves. “How may I serve you, Mistress Emily?”

“Until Taylor leaves here, you will be her girlfriend.”

“As you wish, Mistress Emily,” Natalie said before Emily turned back to Taylor.

“Mistresses Eden and Alura will take their turns with you tomorrow. Enjoy your night,” Emily said before leaving the harem room.

“Come on, they’ll bring dinner soon,” Natalie said as she took Taylor’s hand in hers and led her to the bed she had claimed as her own. She undressed Taylor and guided her onto the bed. “Lay back, and I’ll eat your pussy.”

What will Eden do when she takes her turn with Taylor? Answer in comments.

A) Uses Taylor in the dungeon

B) Eden takes Taylor back to the play building. What room?

C) Eden decides to experiment with a more adult version of General Hospital

D) Something else. What?