Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

When you find a girl so hot she intimidates you…

The enchantress smiles down at the bound hero. He defiantly glares back.

Enchantress: Trapped and roped again, hero. I’m busy for now, but these ropes will keep you nice and ready for tonight when I’m feeling more… hungrier…

Hero: I will be long gone by then.

Enchantress: Confident today, are we? Well considering your dexterity and strength I am not surprised. But be warned… there are traps built into those ropes…

She chuckles as she leaves the dungeon.

The hero begins maneuvering his hands, putting to work one of his many techniques to undo bindings. But then he stops…

“What did the enchantress mean by traps? Maybe these ropes tighten the more one tries to loosen them?”

The hero considers his options.

“Perhaps I should try to undo these ropes as quickly as I can to try and escape before the ‘trap’ can activate… Or I can try to loosen them really slowly before I…try…anything…”

The hero tries to think through the sudden cloud in his mind… This only blurries his thoughts further. Is he panicking?

“I can… escape if I… I… I can’t… I can’t escape…”

Suddenly the hero can’t think of escape at all. All of his mental effort redirects from resistance to other thoughts…

He tries to remember his techniques… He can’t

He tries to picture escape in his mind… but only the image of him bound and tied up appears…

In body and in mind he is roped…

He struggles in reality, squirming and wriggling, and he struggles in his mind. In both he fails.

And his struggling arouses him… His helplessness is erotic…

Hero: N-no… anything but that…

As he squirms he grows more erect… As his wrists, elbows, feet and legs try to fight the ropes fruitlessly, the tension makes him feel so good… it could be some sort of spell, but he knows it most likely isn’t… It’s simply his forbidden fetish, ironically freed from the hero’s normally steel clad mind

Hero: Nooooooo

The hero cries out in fruitless resistance against the ropes around his body and in his own imagination as his cock grows harder and harder…

*** *** ***

Enchantress: My my… more effective than even I imagined <3

The enchantress smirks, looking at the utterly defeated hero that evening… His cock horribly erect and visible through his pants, hours of pointless, inarticulate resistance having made not even an inch of progress against his bindings…

Enchantress: I should have warned you further… The rope trap is activated by furious brain activity… You tripped the spell the moment you started thinking too hard… of course you won’t be thinking nearly as much for the next few days…

She places a palm against his face, making him face her. She pokes a finger against his forehead.

Enchantress: Now that you’re tied up not just out here, but in there as well.

The slave asked in broken german for a 30 MINUTES session.

As because of his accent it sounded to the Mistress like "13 minth" which she translated to 13 MONTH.

Checking his online account stated he was good for 50th grand she accepted the offer.

She went back and asked the slave (already caged and locked):

´"do you feel okay with 50 for the 13 month" as he understood:

50 Dollars for 30 minutes: so , he nooded BUT when she whispered

"Ok slave, you are my NEW 24/7/365 from now on" and as a first test

iam gonna leave you here 48 hours: Chained, isolated, caged"

he shivered, what did she mean 48 hours.....................??

As after 3 hours he started to shout madly for help, she took a huge spoon of salt, forced his mouth open shoved it in and then while closing the huge gag shouting: BAD DOG! NOISY DOG! now no more food NO WATER for 48 hours" better behave or else.

people are always like "Oh a vampire wouldn't get horny while drinking someone's blood, that's like getting horny while eating a sandwich" and like man have you never had a really good fucking sandwich?