Deny the Mistress

You fully understand that she expects you to crawl, but that isn’t happening. With a surprising air of confidence, you saunter to the center of the room and stare her straight in the eyes.

“Sorry, lady. I’m not playing this game with you. I refuse to submit like some beaten dog. So how about we skip to the part where you do your worst?”

She snorts at your misguided attempt at machismo, and regards you for a moment with her imposing, golden gaze. As the seconds tick by, you feel the strength of your conviction slowly slip away. The potent, powerful corrupting aura that emanates from her carnal form seems intimately capable of turning even the most stalwart of spirits.

Her tail swings lecherously about as she considers how best to correct your abominable behavior. You feel yourself taking a half-step back as your resolve falters. You think to apologize; this was definitely a mistake. But it's too late.

“The lesson plan normally dictates traditional corporal punishment for a ****’s first infraction, but you’ve won me over, little man.” She leers lecherously at you, in a display of unblinking hostility. You smack against the far back wall of your cell, as you unconsciously attempt to put distance between you and the dominant demon-woman.

She snaps her slender fingers in the air, and her guards immediately amble towards you. You fall to your knees in fear, knowing that in your current state, you are no match for them.

They each grab one of your arms, hauling you half-heartedly to your feet. Dragged forward, you find yourself once more facing your malintented Mistress.

“You’ve wasted enough of my time…so we’ll skip right to discipline number two.” She roughly grips your head between her palms, and forces it within inches of her own. From this distance, the potent, salacious scent of her musky aura threatens to overwhelm you. You can’t help but ogle the massive mounds of supple flesh buried between the Mistress’ black-leather bodice. Your body is driven wild with wanton lust as her presence rapidly warps the lucidity of your mind.

“You are nothing. Nothing at all. You’re about to learn that. And someday in the near future, when you’ve grappled with your true nature, you will think back on this moment; the moment when you tried to resist what you really are--a pliable, obedient, servile piece of flesh whose only purpose is to serve me.”

“On that day, you will feel grateful that your Mistress saved you from your former, foolish thoughts. You will thank me for fixing that faulty mind of yours.” She leers at you, slowly releasing her grip. “But, for now, I believe that an attitude adjustment is in order.”

She gives her guards a meaningful look, and they begin dragging you over to the pillory. You offer up a meager resistance as they easily lock you into place, and then immediately proceed to doff their heavy equipment.

The Mistress rifles through a large black satchel, and eagerly removes a gag with a large O-shaped ring attached to it.

“N-no, please don’t! I’ve changed my mind, I’ll say the words! Please--” You try to shake off her maneuvering, but to no avail.

“Too late.” She happily states, strapping the gag to your face, and forcing the large O-shaped metal object into your mouth. The gag coerces your mouth wide open, and struggle as you might, you find yourself no longer able to speak.

“You may think me cruel, but this really is all for your benefit. I want to help you learn; I’m determined to see you blossom into the slutty servant that you are.” She rummages around her black satchel once more and pulls out a cock chastity cage, eyeing you with a suggestive smile.

“I won’t let your little outburst get in the way of that.”

With a determined expression, she struts behind you and inspects your semi-erect equipment. She lightly brushes your unimpressive pecker with the tips of her fingers, blowing cool air on it in the process. You feel yourself unwillingly growing aroused by her ministrations.

She squeezes your balls painfully. “Uh uh uh…naughty slaves like yourself aren’t permitted to cum.”

She smirks thoughtfully to herself as she begins fastening the chastity cage to your deflated cock. “Since you aren’t permitted to cum, I can’t see any reason why you should be allowed to get hard either. We’ll keep this nice and tight for the foreseeable future.”

You grunt in discomfort and frustration as she forcefully locks your cock up with a disturbing *click*. At this point, you can see that the now unarmored guards are obviously female. They possess a demonic countenance not unlike their master, with horns sprouting from their sanguine-skinned attractive visage. Their chests are both rather busty--a mark, perhaps, of demonkind. And as they remove their smallclothes entirely, you see that they are each sporting a sizable cock as well. You wonder idly to yourself if all the females in this realm have dicks, and if so, how do they reproduce?

Your biological curiosity is pushed out of focus, however, as the Mistress once more walks into view and addresses you.

“Today’s discipline will leave you irreparably changed. Your dreams will be consumed by a ravenous desire to be **** and abused as I see fit. You will salivate at the very thought of lapping up pools of creamy cum off your cell floor. You will consider every gifted drop of ejaculate as an undeserved, delectable morsel.”

One of the voluptuous, naked guards makes her way behind you and grabs a fistful of your entrapped ass. The other positions herself in front of you, stroking her prodigious phallus mere inches from your face. Your attempt to vocalize your opposition, but to no avail.

“Both your mind and your body will belong to me. You will submit. No matter how hard you fight it. And I will be here for every moment of that beautiful transition.”

The Mistress watches with sickening satisfaction as a knowing look of horror slowly spreads across your face.