-feminized- Natalie Mars- Mistress Damazonia - — ...

“Don’t worry,” she whispered, her breath warm on his ear. “The pain doesn’t start yet. First, we play dress-up.”

A ripple moved through the gathered crowd of initiates. A new door hissed open, and from the perfumed steam emerged her . -Feminized- Natalie Mars- Mistress Damazonia - ...

The feminine had won. It always did.

“The ego dies not in a roar,” she said, her voice a low seismic rumble, “but in a whisper. You came here to be broken. Instead, you have been filled . Go now. And when you return to your boardroom, remember: the softest thing in the room is always the most dangerous.” “Don’t worry,” she whispered, her breath warm on

“You are afraid of small spaces,” Damazonia stated. It was not a question. A datapad hovered beside her throne, displaying his psych profile in glowing blue script. “And you are afraid of silk.” A new door hissed open, and from the

With a snap of her wrist, she wrapped the silk around his wrist, not tying it, just resting it there. The sensation was a shock. He expected cold. He got a whisper of static, a brush of angel wings. His muscles, coiled for a fight that would never come, slackened.