Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

"Morning loser! What's wrong? Can't you move?

Maybe someone slipped something into your drink last night and then put you in restraints while you were passed out?

Well, you're lucky I'm here, 'cos I'll never let you get bored. You see, I know a thousand and one ways to use an immobilised little pervert...

... and we're gonna try them all."

Better stay composed, sissy…

The enchantress sat outside of the cage she had stuffed her hero into, dangling what seemed to be a small toy in her hands. She gave a sigh and looked at the hero.

Enchantress: There are some things I wish I could do to you, hero, that are just impossible. I want to cocoon you in a prison of my own flesh, hero.

Hero: Oh my Gods, WHAT?

Enchantress: No no no, that sounded far worse than I meant. Here, let me demonstrate.

Chucking she showed the hero the small dongle she was fiddling with, while lifting her gown up just high enough to see her thighs.

Enchantress: Pretend this was you.

The enchantress then dropped the toy between her thighs. Watching the hero’s expressiong grow from curious to turned on and understanding, she began flexing her thigh muscles. She tightened them, and softened them, and tightened them again, letting the toy sink down into the soft-firm-soft thigh prison.

Enchantress: Oh, to keep you surrounded utterly by my thighs on all sides. Soft, and then tight and hard, and then soft again. At my mercy whether I keep you comfortably trapped, or kill you with just a tight flex. Alas, you are too small. It remains a fantasy.

She looks at the hero and smirks, emanating her magical power. She can see the dawning terror in his eyes.

Enchantress: … Right?

This one doesn't just kneel it lays on the ground in total supplication to its female superiors

“I'm back! You know what to do”

The Enchantress: One for the Road

The hero crawls through the bushels, escaping the enchantress’s domain toward freedom…

Unfortunately as he peeks out of the bush he sees the enchantress’s legs, which, as he looks up, are evidently connected to the rest of her. She smiles down at him, hands on her hips.

Enchantress: Escaping, are you?

Hero: … Damn it.

She kneels down and lifts his face by the chin. She chuckles.

Enchantress: Oh, worry not. I’ve already had my fun. Last night you were conquered thoroughly and fairly, so you are free to leave. But have one for the road…

She gives him a quick, tingling kiss on the lips before vanishing.

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Later on, as he ventures toward the closest town, he is stopped by a band of orcs and their tamed red spotted leopards. He draws his sword.

Hero: I have no quarrel with you, orc men. Let me be and I’ll… I’ll… O-Oh God…

The orcs stare at the strange man in confusion as he doubles down and falls to his knees, moaning and squirming like a mad man in heat… Then they watch in horror as his pants stain… They flee, believing him to be either ill of body or ill of mind.

Hero: D-DAMN YOU, ENCHANTRESS!

Far away, the enchantress sips a cup of chamomile tea and watches the hero in her crystal orb.

Enchantress: I did tell him it was for the road… Why did he not heed my warning. Tsk tsk.

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[When a woman kisses you and calls it “one for the road” what does that even mean???]