“When you put it that way, how can I say no?”

“You can’t,” Mistress Susan winked at her. “Then again, I don’t know why you’d want to.”

“What do you need me to do, Mistress?”

“Choose someone to be your play partner. Brandon is mine of course because this is all for him. You don’t need to do much, just add to the atmosphere. His imagination will do the rest.”

“Okay. Ava, which one do you want? Peter or Travis?” Joan asked.

“I was thinking of going with Peter…”

“Funny, so was I. Rock, Paper, Scissors?”

“Why not?”

Joan and Ava locked eyes, a competitive glint sparking between them as they both extended their hands, ready to play. Mistress Susan watched in silence as the two friends counted in unison, their fists moving in synchrony.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” they exclaimed, each revealing their chosen gesture. Joan’s hand formed a fist while Ava’s hand lay flat.

A burst of laughter filled the room as Ava declared victory. “Paper beats rock. Better luck next time, my friend.”

“That’s okay. My consolation prize isn’t so bad…” Joan grinned.

“Okay, ladies… grab your partners and assume your positions. It’s time to get this show on the road…” Mistress Susan declared. She towered over Brandon and said. “Now, my dear… Imagine for me…”

***

Brandon closed his eyes, allowing himself to sink deeper into the mesmerizing fantasy that was about to unfold. In his mind’s eye, he found himself in a lavish BDSM dungeon, adorned with rich velvet drapes and gleaming chains that hung from the ceiling. The air was heavy with the scent of leather and unbridled sex.

He was wearing a pair of black leather cuffs, with a collar of the same material snug around his neck. The room was enveloped in a warm red glow, with the flickering candles around him casting long shadows on the walls. Everywhere he looked, he saw an array of sex toys and props - a flogger hanging from a hook, a bed with silk sheets and restraints, a St. Andrew’s cross in the corner. There was also a metal cage. It was empty, but not for long.

His friends, Peter and Travis, were kneeling beside him, no clothes in sight. Joan and Ava stood before them, exuding an aura of unmistakable dominance. Joan cracked a whip against her palm, the sound echoing through the dungeon. Ava ran her fingers through Peter’s hair, a smirk playing on her lips.

The only thing missing was his Mistress, the woman he would do anything for. He looked around, pearls of sweat forming on his forehead and the back of his hands. He needed to see her and submit to her control. Where was she? 

And then, he saw her, more imposing and dominant than ever, strutting towards him with such confidence and allure that he felt his brain melting and spilling all over the floor. 

She was wearing a sleek leather corset that hugged her curves so perfectly it was as if had been tailor made for her body. The corset was fastened with shiny silver buckles that glinted in the low light, their reflection dancing on the polished wooden floor.

She had a short leather black skirt that was also adorned with shiny metal grommets and chains, adding a little extra aggressiveness to her look. It went well with her black gloves, that covered her arms up to the shoulders, and her large black leather belt, which she had secured a wicked-looking whip to, ready for action.

The rest of her attire comprised a pair of thigh-high boots that were so shiny, they could rival a mirror’s surface. The boots clung to her legs like a second skin, the high heel adding an extra inch to her already impressive stature. Each step she took made a soft, sensual swishing sound, making Brandon drool and beg for more.

“Well, well, look who we have here,” she purred, her voice honeyed and seductive. “You’ve been a very naughty boy, haven’t you, Brandon?” Her eyes seemed to bore into him, making him squirm beneath her gaze.

Brandon couldn’t help but let out a low, eager whine, his heart racing as he felt himself becoming aroused by her mere presence.

“Perhaps you need to be reminded of your place,” Mistress Susan murmured, leaning down and whispering into his ear.

Brandon shivered, his heart pounding in his chest. He could smell her sweet perfume and the hint of leather from her corset, a heady combination that intoxicated him. The thought of being reminded of his place, of submitting to her will, made his cock twitch in his pants, pleading for release.

Mistress Susan smiled, her eyes never leaving his, and with a swift, decisive movement, she attached a leash to his collar. Her hand was firm, assertive, and it sent a jolt of lust through him. The leather collar, tight against his skin, served as a constant reminder of his submission to her.

“Why are you here, boy?” she purred. “Tell me.”

“I’m here to serve you Mistress, to be at your mercy, and fulfill your every desire,” he replied.

“Good. Now, come,” she commanded, jerking the leash with a firm hand, and Brandon followed her. Ava and Joan giggled in the background as he crawled towards the imaginary cage.

When they reached the it, Mistress Susan stopped in her tracks, pulling on the leash to make Brandon freeze in place. She looked him up and down, her eyes appraising him, and her lips curved into a sly smile.

“Get inside. This is how you’re going to serve me today.”

Mistress Susan’s command sent a shiver down his spine. He knew what he had to do, and he did it without hesitation. With a low whine of submission, he crawled into the cage, his body trembling with anticipation and fear.

The cage was just large enough to accommodate his slender frame. Once inside, he lay down, his muscles tensed, ready to do whatever was asked of him.

Mistress Susan stepped back, her smile never fading. Her voice was calm and almost detached as she spoke the words he wanted to hear the most.

“You’re not a man any more, but a toy, a plaything. Are you ready for that?”

“Yes Mistress,” he muttered as he sank deeper into trance. “I will obey.”

“Oh, I know you will…” the hypnodomme clicked her heels as his arousal grew.