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Extraordinary Ordinary Women #80-24

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You've done such a good job pretending to be big and strong today! Now let me put your collar on, it's time to turn your brain off <3

As you stood awaiting the Mistress to finish her morning coffee, the huge vibrating plug invading your ass made you almost cry in tortured stimulation. The new, tiny cage you were wearing really didn’t help either.

If you’re suffering now, wait until she demands you sit down….that really will stretch you out.

Medical setting is so hot. Being inspected and experimented on, and people talking about you like you're not there at all. They're not interested in you, they're just interested in the results. You're just the experiment. They don't even see you as a person.

Just a quickie

The enchantress smiles at the wary hero after ambushing him in his tent… She approaches him with hero arms open to her side, indicating she has no hidden weapons and nothing to hide…

Enchantress: How about we make this interesting? I won’t cast a single spell until you get an erection.

Hero: What?

Enchantress: In fact, I won’t even touch below your waist until you’re so rock hard I can see your bulge through your thick clothes…

Hero: That’s ridic-!

Before he can react she has swept him off his feet. He lands on the soft tent floor, her hand protecting the back of his head from the hard landing. Her face inches from him. Her smile smug, her eyes lost in fondness and anticipation. He swallows nervously…

Hero: I have more control of myself now… In your bed, maybe I can’t resist you… But here on the rough and uncomfortable earth you cannot manipulate me…

The enchantress chuckles, not replying. She simply grasps his head with her hands and kisses him…

Her smell, her taste…

Hero: N-no…

Enchantress: Mmm~ Look at that, hero. It looks like I’ve broken that “control” of yours…

It’s slow but inevitable. The hero’s pants raise, a hill growing. He blushes in humiliation.

The enchantress lightly fondles the bulge. The hero struggles, but he’s held down with her magic… The hard and rough earth beneath him seems to fade away and he’s lying on a soft bed of light…

He can no longer resist her…

The enchantress lays down fully on top of him. Childishly, she enjoys the feeling of his erection against him, purposely shuffling her body over him to feel more of it, and enjoying the embarassment on the hero’s face.

The great warrior who has stoically fought horrors all across the kingdoms, reduced to squirming and groaning…

Enchantress: You are afraid…

The hero looks into her bright eyes. He is magically and hypnotically captivated… His voice a whisper…

Hero: I am…

Enchantress: Why are you afraid?

Hero: I’m so afraid of you… Of what torment you have in store…

The enchantress chuckles, approvingly.

Enchantress: I have many kinds prepared…

Hero: No…. Please…

Enchantress: There’s no mercy for you. Don’t waste time begging. Just move on to the next topic… What else are you afraid of?

Hero: … Of how you’ll … break me next…

Enchantress: So many possibilities… You have so much pride I can crumble… What else?

Hero: I’m always afraid of how small you make me feel..

Enchantress: You must learn.

Hero: How powerful you are…

Enchantress: More than you can comprehend.

Hero: How effortlessly you always win…

Enchantress: And I always will.

Hero: That you might leave me one day…

The enchantress pushes herself up. She looks down, straight into his eyes. She frowns shaking her head.

Enchantress: Mm mm. No. Not that one. That is the one torment I forbid you from feeling.

Hero: I’m sorry… You’re just so important to me, so beautiful, so out of my pay grade-

Enchantress: I won’t allow that. You will never feel that fear again.

One hand pressing against his chest, the other cupping the side of his face, she presses her forehead against his. Her hair falls, covering the two faces in a curtain of privacy. The hero has no choice but to stare into her hypnotic, beautiful face, and deep into a trance of love and lust…

Enchantress: Never… again…

Hero: N-never… again…

With that she smiles and relaxes, resuming her romantic power play.

Diaper check! You know the drill, assume the position.

Baby, do you think mommy's stupid? That I don't notice your little thrusts into your soiled padding?

There was a time where you would have been disgusted getting off in a diaper, much less a used one. God you can't help yourself anymore can you? Your baby brain can't resist. I suppose I'm partially to blame, I haven't alowed you an alternative for release, it's only natural.

But, you didn't get permission. So, mommy will have to spank you again. At this rate your poor bum will never heal.

I think it might be time to lock away your big boy parts. Your little member should only function like the baby you're becoming. I think mommy has been too lenient with you. But don't worry I'll get you back on track. You should only be concerned with filling your diapers like a baby does, and that means no more thrusting, that's for big boys, and you certainly don't seem like a big boy anymore.

Artist: theforestnarrator