She will conquer you and make Emma watch

You nervously respond “um... what do you mean?”

Raven continues walking up until she stands right before you. She lifts one of her heels and steps right between your legs on the chair, with her toe right on your obvious bulge. “I know you intentionally tried to get us at each other, little boy. I don’t mind much, seeing as my kitten obviously wasn’t up to the challenge. But I still need to teach you a lesson for trying to manipulate your betters...”

You always considered yourself a switch, not a sub. But this Gothic dominatrix’s obvious confidence in her superiority makes you question your status. You really do feel inferior to her, looking up at her beauty while her toe threatens and toys with your manhood. You nervously blurt out “I’m... I’m sorry ma’am.”

She frowns, pressing down her toe hard onto your buldge. “Ma’am? Oh no no boy. I am so above you I am practically divinity. So it will be Goddess, understand?” You squirm at her painful step, emphasized on the last word. “Yes, yes Goddess, I’m sorry Goddess!”

She lets up, stating “Good boy. Now, on your knees!” She steps back, allowing you to quickly fill her command, getting off the recliner and onto the floor on your knees next to your friend, looking up at the Domme. “Better little boy. Now, I am going to break you tonight for three reasons. First, because you obviously need it to confirm your true place beneath a real woman. Second, because you are one of my kitten’s favorite toys, and breaking her toy in front of her while she can’t stop it will enforce her lesson on trying to mess with me. And finally, simply because I want to, and I always get what I want.”

You don’t know what the darkly clad lady means by breaking you, and actually feel a genuine sense of fear. But when she orders you “Now, kiss the toe of your Goddess” you still instinctively obey, bending forward and passionately kiss her shiny toe. “Good boy... I knew you could figure out your place. Now let’s get you out of those drab clothes and into something more appropriate. Follow you two.”

She walks to your bedroom, and both you and Emma meekishly crawl behind her. You stare at her swaying tight ass as she leads you into your own closet, looking through your fetish clothing.

You watched as she flipped through the various options. A whole half of your walk in closet was dedicated to various fetishwear you had begun to collect. Some were as simple as leather harnesses with accompanying straps, while others were more intricate for specific fetishes, like your rubber puppy outfit or gas masks. There was also one outfit hidden in the back you never actually tried on, as you were too embarrassed by your kink to even try it despite the purchase.