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The Enchantress #72

Sorry I haven’t been posting as much as before. My cousin is visiting from across the ocean in Hong Kong, so I’ve been keeping busy. Here’s one to make up for the lack of content:

Hero: Hey, where did my money go? Some thief must have stolen my money pouch!

Enchantress: That is so mean, hero! Comparing me to a common thief!

Hero: Oh boy…

The enchantress strolls out from the shadows and winks.

Hero: Give me back my money, Enchantress.

Enchantress: And why would I do that, hero? That would go against my plan to have you spend the night in my luxury mansion.

Hero: Huh?

She points to a mansion by the coast at the edge of the city.

Hero: That’s YOURS?

Enchantress: Just bought it yesterday. You have no food, hero. No money to buy food or a place to rest. Shame.

The enchantress saunters over to the hero, her hips swaying.

Enchantress: Now, normally I know you would rather go without sleep and food for the night than play with me… but you are on an important quest. Lives might be at stake if you aren’t at top form tomorrow, right? And we’re in a very dangerous area… who knows who’s out there, waiting to take advantage of a hungry, sleepy hero?

The enchantress giggles at the blatant irony. The hero fidgets…

Enchantress: Come with me, hero. Spend the night at my mercy, in my enchanted mansion. Let me do whatever I wish with you tonight… I will feed you… I will make sure you’re well rested… Just surrender yourself to me.

The hero swallows, considering his options for a moment… the enchantress smirks as his composure breaks down more and more, realizing the inevitability of his decision.

* * * * *

Enchantress: Welcome to Chateau Enchantress, hero. Take your shoes off before stepping in, if you will.

Enchantress: Just drop your bag off right there in the closet. Ah! Don’t worry about the magic hand grabbing your bags and weapons. They’ll be kept safe until tomorrow. Here! Let me help you take off that coat! *Finger Snap*

Enchantress: Whoops! Looks like I took off a little more than just the coat! Sorry, dear. Force of habit. Here’s your shirt back. Oh? Having regrets are we? *chuckles* Oh, hero… that door won’t open no matter how much you jiggle that handle. You were doomed the moment you stepped through that door. Please, come and sit. This sofa was made for two.

Enchantress: See? That’s a good boy. Settle down and let me take care of you. 

Enchantress: Here! Allow me to massage those shoulders. No, no, I insist. Mmm, there we go… 

* * * * * *

Enchantress: This is the closet of which I keep some summer clothing I don’t want to clutter my actual palace with. What’s that? It’s as vast as a small house? Well, I have garnered quite the collection over the years…

Enchantress: Oops! It seems one of them has latched onto you! No, don’t fight against it, it’ll be easier to just let it take you. I’m sorry, hero. I must have left the automatic dressing spell on that one the last time I wore it.

Enchantress: No no, don’t fight the dress. Just let it latch onto you. See? It’s holding you down now because you tried to fight it! Wrapping around you, slowly inserting you into it… I’d love to help, but the sight is so mesmerizing… 

Enchantress: And… done. It’s too late, hero, stop squirming. You’ve been dressed. I dare say, that dress brings out your body much better than my own. *chuckles*

Enchantress: I… I kind of want to see what other clothes of mine you’d do well in…

* * * * * *

Enchantress: A lovely dining room, isn’t it? What’s the matter, hurry up and come on in! Don’t be shy. I promised to feed you, didn’t I? And I won’t pull any fast ones over you by serving you cheap, peasant food, either. Please, come in.

Enchantress: A sublime chandelier centered room, isn’t it? Pardon me for showing off. You must be starving. Ah! My magical aberrations bring us our meal.

Enchantress: Well? Doesn’t it look and smell gorgeous? Why do you stare as though you suspect something? The food is quite real, I assure you. There are no illusions. Let us dine.

Enchantress: What’s that? The big strong hero can’t seem to lift his fork? Like it weighs a ton, you say? Isn’t that strange? I can lift it just fine. They must be bewitched. Huh.

Enchantress: Looks like we have no choice. Let me feed you, little baby. Open wide.

Enchantress: …Come on, now. You know rebelling won’t do you any good. Open up. That’s it… good baby…

* * * * * *

Enchantress: Shh, there’s no resisting. Hmm? Oh yes, I might have put something in your food. I promised it would be real and I promised that there were no illusions, but of course I added my own special ingredients into them. 

Enchantress: Look at you, all helpless. Getting dragged into my bedroom as easily as a child. Come on, we’re almost there…

* * * * *

Enchantress: Now, now… we must get you cleaned up. You’ll find my shower room to be incredibly efficient at cleansing…

Enchantress: Let’s get those clothes off of you… Oh, you’re trying to fight me off, but it’s useless. I can slide these clothes off your squirmy body as slowly as I like… feel the elastic on your pants as it slides down your crotch… you’re helpless… oh no, if you don’t fight me off you won’t be able to stop me from touching your- *Whoops!* Too late!

Enchantress: *Giggling* Alright, enough messing about. Time to get in the bath.

Enchantress: *stripping down* Don’t think I didn’t see you watching me, hero. Don’t think that for a moment. Come on, we’re both adults. Alone. Naked. Now come with me and we’ll get cleaned together.

Enchantress: … The water is quite soothing, isn’t it? The nozzle lightly targets specific parts of both your scalp and other parts of your body to subtly soothe you. It massages, it stimulates blood flow, and it wipes away one’s worries and fight or flight instincts. 

Enchantress: And if I turn the knob from “subtle” to “intense” like so… You might as well give up on coherent thought. Oh, feel the pressure around your weak spots, vibrating in such precise ways… around your crotch, sure, but also pushing down your head, swirling around your thighs, and gently tickling your fingers… it’s okay, hero. I’ll hold you so you don’t slip.

Enchantress: My, you’re so out of it right now that I may just have to soap you up myself. *Lathers*

* * * * *

Enchantress: Yes, I know I promised that you will be well rested for tomorrow. However, the night is still young…

Enchantress: Down you go! *Shove* Lie down and smell the bed, hero. 

Enchantress: With the special herbal ingredients I put in your food, along with the sinful shower I’ve put you through, there is nothing you can do. Oh, groan for me… Just lie down and try to relax. I’ll get to you in a moment…

Enchantress: But first, you must let me get reacquainted with this rump of your… Oh, I’ve missed it so much…

Enchantress: Yes… don’t resist, hero. Don’t fight back.

Enchantress: Now let’s take off this towel… just slowly slide it off your body…

Enchantress: Now you may lie on your front. Just relax… no need to try and fight me off. It’s hopeless.

Enchantress: Try and ease up, let your mind travel into a happy place. I know you might have many warm memories in your mind to retreat to that calms you down. Wholesome memories, with your cute little princess. But I know you have room for me too, in there.

Enchantress: You’re going to remember tonight, hero. This beautiful mansion and I shall become one of your most comforting memories, keeping you warm in the most bitter of nights. You’re going to think of me and feel oh so safe, and one day you’ll come to me willingly, begging me to take you with me here again just to relive the experience. And I may just oblige…

Enchantress: Enough. Let me keep your body warm with my own, now…

* * * * *

Enchantress: You must be so exhausted… sleep now, hero. I promised you a good night’s rest, and I meant it.

Enchantress: Oh? You’re alarmed that you’re sinking into the soft, silky mattress? Don’t worry, dear. It’ll keep you comfortable and rested. 

Enchantress: Shh… Believe me, it’ll be impossible not to be resting once you’re enveloped in a soft, smooth mattress. Good night, hero. We’ll meet again soon.

Enchantress: What’s that? … . . No, you may not have your money back. 

Enchantress: Sweet dreams.

Cucks are there to assist. To facilitate. We help set times n dates. We change bedsheets, set candles n music, drinking water n lube. It excites me to hold your legs up and apart while your bull pounds you! I love you always❣️❤️👍🏻

Lederlady ❤

Underwear off, boy!

Do you ever see yourself settling down? Doing the family thing? Finding the one guy you keep permanently as yours?

Yes I do. I want a family. A husband and four kids. Ideally, two boys and two girls.

But the husband has to come first. So far I haven’t found a man that can stand up to me. Whenever I meet a guy at a party that seems interesting, mysterious, strong, I’m drawn to him. If he can keep up a conversation and knows how to flirt well, it piques my interest. I turn on the charm offensive and boom we’re dating. As long as he can stand up to me I’m happy. But over time I start to wear guys down. I don’t to it on purpose. I swear! It’s just who I am. Before too long I start taking over the relationship and the bedroom. I always tell the guys I’m dating all about what I do. They’re usually quite fascinated by it. But the moment he asks me about chastity for for himself I know the relationship’s days are numbered. I can’t help myself. “Oh! It’s incredible! Do you want to try it out, just to see what it feels like? I bet you’re curious.” Guys can’t seem to say no. Before you know it he’s locked up nice and snug. “What you do think? Comfy, eh? Doesn’t it feel like my hand is always gripping you? But this isn’t even the best part. You need to wait a couple more days for that.” Days turn to weeks and what do you think happens to bf?

You guessed it. Once that cage slides on it’s only a matter of time until boyfriend becomes boy toy. It’s not all bad. At least he’ll be forever bound to me, always someone special. Just not a husband.

But I have hope that someday a man will be able to stand up to me and keep me in my place. Is that man you?

It was supposed to be a regular night. You being tucked in bed by your babysitter at 7:30. You know, the usual.

But here you were, being changed by someone you’ve never even met in the middle of a party. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Your babysitter decided to take advantage of the open house. What choice did you have but to go along with it? Nobody ever listened to you. Nobody cared what you had to say. The only thing that mattered was the state of your diaper.

Her friends could not get enough of you. They’d never met a diaper boy in real life. They couldn’t believe someone your age actually lived life without any trace of adulthood. Spending all his time in diapers. No chance at any sexual freedom.

You’d think they’d want to spend their night drinking and partying. And they did, of course. But you were the center of attention. Your diaper was checked way more than necessary. You got more diaper pats than ever before.

You were paraded around in so many outfits before they settled on what they called the “Tommy Pickles” look. They watched too much Rugrats growing up apparently.

It was hard enough to have your babysitter around. She was beautiful and loved teasing you, especially during diaper changes. You always went to bed filled with insatiable arousal.

But this—this was worse. You were surrounded by beautiful girls. Being touched, teased, and titillated. You’d never felt more infantilized. And you live an infantile life.

Then it happened. Your babysitter finally decided it was time to change your diaper, much to the girls’ delight. Her friend begged her to “change the diaper boy!”

So here you were. Mid diaper change surrounded by a group of beautiful girls laughing at you. Laughing at your “little guy” hidden under your diaper. Up way past your bedtime.

This was not how the night was supposed to go.