First contact...

You are jolted awake by the sound of jingling keys unlocking the heavy iron sliding door of your cell. You instinctively shuffle yourself into the corner of the room as you spy an imposing female figure and two armed guards entering the room. The guards sidle to the entrance of the opened cell door as their self-confident leader continues to slowly strut towards you. Taking in her physical features in the dim but effective light of the cell, you find yourself immediately captivated by her impressive physique. Knee-high black leather boots adorn her feet, while a pair of lace black booty shorts cling tightly to her long, shapely legs. Her frame is curvy yet well built, boasting a well endowed pair of breasts that threaten to spill out of her tight-fitting lace black corset. Her face is possessed of delicate and attractive features that exude confidence. Her mouth wears a smug smirk as she glares down at you with golden glowing eyes that pierce into you. Her skin is a sickly blueish purple, which pairs well with the long, flowing dark blue hair that caresses the small of her back. Cresting the top of her head are a pair of curled horns that seemingly sprout from her temples. Behind her, you notice a swaying spade-like tail dancing slowly in the air. You presume it is attached right above her perfect, heart-shaped ass.

She carries herself with the poise of a commanding figure, slowly and imposingly approaching…

As she stands over you now, you notice that the woman exudes a preternatural aura that permeates the air--threatening, yet intoxicating all the same. You feel mentally enraptured, enfeebled, as she amusedly allows you to inspect her form for a few long, uncomfortable moments. Her long, laced leather sleeved arms shift deliberately from her sides as her practiced fingers slowly begin to trace the length of something in her tight pants. She eyes you lasciviously with a piercing gaze, and you find yourself unable to escape it. You look up at her with what little courage remains in your heart, and meet her stare. You continue to cover your nude form to the best of your ability as you feel her lecherously taking stock of you. The uncomfortable moment seems to span a stifling eternity, and you fear your resolve may soon falter--when at last she speaks.

“Hello again, young man.” Her voice is lyrical, intense, and every bit as beautiful as her physical form. Wait…did she just insinuate that the two of you have met previously?

“Welcome to your new home. It has been quite some time since this room has housed an occupant. I do hope you won’t disappoint me, little pet.” She crouches down to meet you at eye level and leers hungrily as you shy away from her potent and intoxicating scent. You feel yourself growing aroused as you try to hide your manhood from view. She furrows her brow and grins knowingly as she marinates you in her arousing aura.

“You entered into this realm of your own volition; my realm. All that exists here belongs to me--including you.”

You meet her gaze once more as the terrible realization of her words start to slam home. What the hell is she talking about? You never willfully thought to come to this place! You stutter to **** some sort of retort her way, “B-but I--I don’t even--I never meant to--”

“I assure you that you did. Only the meek heart of a weak willed man can find his way into this room. If you were possessed of a strong continence, the mirror would have rejected you, and you would have subconsciously rejected it…but here we are.” She slowly caresses your hair and continues to unwaveringly glare at you with those almond-shaped golden eyes. “I own you now. The sooner you accept that, the easier this will go for you.”

“My name is unimportant; a pet like you has no business speaking it. You will simply refer to me as ‘Mistress’ from this point on.” She states it so matter-of-factly, as if the possibility that you might hope to challenge it is non-existent. She simmers on this point for a moment, as she continues to slowly trace the length of what is now obviously a sizable cock in her pants. Your eyes go wide as you inspect the outline of her hefty member. She is considerably larger than you are; in fact, you didn’t even know they made them that big. You start wondering how it might feel in your--

She snaps her fingers in your face to wake you out of your dick-fascinated delirium. As you attempt to shake the haze from your mind, she commandingly tilts your head up to meet her gaze, cooing: “That will come in due time. Your transformation into a useful, compliant, and submissive slut will be slow, subtle, and at times humiliating. It wouldn’t do to skip the foreplay, now would it?” She caresses your cheek and lightly chuckles as you blush deeply at the thought of being any of those things. You wonder to yourself if what she says is true. Are you really capable of nothing more than pleasing this demonesque creature?

“Rest assured, you will learn. Each lesson will bring with it new challenges, and you will either rise to meet my expectations, or you will be horribly punished until you submit to my will. In either case, I will thoroughly enjoy the experience.” She smiles a big, toothy grin as you shy away from her imposing and firm grasp.

Your stomach growls as the terrible hunger in the pit of your stomach once again rises to the forefront of your mind. Your mouth suddenly feels parched as well, and you recall that it has been quite some time since you’ve had any form of nourishment at all.

She looks down at your naked midsection as your stomach continues to groan audibly with need. “Is my pet feeling a little starved for sustenance? Good. Because tomorrow is your first lesson. Meet my expectations, and you will have that little stomach of yours filled. Fail me, and…well--I’d hate to spoil a good surprise.”

She smiles and stands to her feet. “Think on your hunger tonight. Contemplate your new reality, and decide how difficult your inevitable transition will be. I’ll look forward to your response.” She winks at you, and without another word, struts confidently to the exit. You look up to catch a quick glance of her perky, lace-clad ass, as her guards follow her out, locking you once more in the solitude of your cell.

Over the next few hours, you find yourself unable to think on anything but that domineering Mistress. A body like hers deserves to be worshiped. A creature like you can never hope to hold a candle to such perfection. You could only hope be so lucky to find yourself in service to--

You slap yourself hard across the face. What the hell is this place doing to your mind? You stand up and start pacing the length of the cell. In a moment of clarity, you resolve to be the author of how events will unfold from now on. You may be trapped here, but she cannot **** your compliance! …Or can she?