Mistral Femdom Script

Hmm...silly boy. I TOLD not to FUCK with me, didn't I? Now look where you are, not that that will help you much, boy. A mysterious room in an undisclosed location deep underground, surrounded by machines with functions you couldn't possibly comprehend, restrained against a wall while a strange, exotic woman taunts you. It's all so very confusing, isn't it? Perhaps the most perplexing is why I haven't KILLED you yet, hmm? I've been wondering that myself for a while now. I suppose there's just something about you that I find...alluring. Something you have that I don't. Something I want. Something I'm going to take from you, boy.

I have been tainted for years now. I have killed more men than most women ever meet. And the men I haven't killed, they're even more fucked up than I am, I assure you. You, however, give off an air of...innocence.  You've enlisted in the army, yes, but you haven't killed anyone, have you? Haven't even seen a comrade die on the battlefield before? You couldn't have, or else you may have had the instinct to avoid being captured, or at least to have put up a fight. You're probably still a virgin, too, aren't you? You don't have to answer, boy, I can already tell. I've smelt sex on a man before, and you don't have a whiff of it. Your innocence is so pure. So young, so naive. I want it. I NEED it. I need to see what if feels like to be the person that ruins another, much like those pigs that killed my family ruined mine.

[soft giggle] Oh, don't squirm, ma petite fleur. My methods are much more...pleasurable than most other assassins you could come across, not that you have much choice in the matter. Consider yourself lucky, boy. Men have risked their lives to experience what you're about to, and none of them lived long enough to. Hmm...do you like how close I am to you? Do you like how I push against your body with my own, my breasts pressing against your chest? How does it feel to have nowhere to go, squirming pathetically at my most basic touch? Ohhhh, yes, you will be such a fun toy. Can you feel my hand against your thigh? And my other hand holding your sides? A third fondling my breasts as they rub against you? A fourth passing through your hair? A fifth gripping your bottom? Yet another forcing your gaze to be upon my face while two more keep your eyes open? Four more caressing your body all over, while one more is content with feeling just how hard your cock is getting despite your protests? Do you feel all of them, boy? Or is it too much? Perhaps you're wondering where my last hand is, if you cared to do the math. I'm afraid that one is occupied with my own unmentionables at the moment. It has been such a long time since I've endeavored to get fluids out of a man that weren't blood that I've gotten a bit wet myself.

However, I'm certainly not as carnally aroused as you are. I can see your erection through your clothes already. Perhaps it's time to put your body to use, if it's so ready and willing. Hmph. Don't whimper, boy. I just released your restraints. You should be grateful, or else I'll put you back up there and this will go MUCH worse for you. Go ahead, apologize. [pause] Good boy. Now apologize in French for me. "Je regrette". Come on, let me hear you speak my language. [pause] I suppose that will do. Now, get on your back. It's time to test you.

I have mindless, cold, unfeeling robots at my beck and call. They get me what I want when I want it, and they get it to me quickly. They do whatever it is I need them to do, even if it is to rip their arms off and give them to me, or sometimes even permanent termination. They do not hesitate, nor do they ask why. They do what they are told because they are programmed to do so. Dogs are all they are, trained to follow their masters and stay within the range of their leashes. It's undoubtedly efficient for the business we do here, but overall rather boring. I'd much rather have a servant with free will, one which either uses it and chooses to bend over backwards for their mistress, or one whose free will I must crush in order to make them obedient. Either is fine, and you've piqued my interest enough to deserve a place as one. So, boy, it's time to see which approach we're going to take. The arms which I take at my leisure often spend their time propping me up when I wish to sit. Now, your arms will support me. Hold them straight up for me. NOW, boy! Good.

[pause] Hmph. Your hands are much warmer than I'm used to. Very comfortable, actually. Not as comfortable as you must be, however. Does my soft, full butt feel good in your hands? Does the sight of the wet spot in the crotch of my suit excite you? I would ask if you were aroused, but from my vantage point it's very obvious. Why don't I just use a few of my arms to take those pants off, and those underpants too. No sudden movements, either, or I'll do it with my heels, and they're not known for being as gentle. [pause] Oh my, un penis mignon! It is so cute and innocent, standing at attention just like a soldier, non? I can only imagine the blood rushing to is making holding up the weight of my ass all the more difficult. Perhaps it would falter even more if I were to...graze it with one of my hands. [pause] Ah! I felt your elbows buckle for a moment there, boy. What if I were to touch it with two hands now, hmm? Or three? Or perhaps ALL of them? I have 10 fingers for every inch of your shaft, so I know that I won't miss a spot. Let's see how many it takes for you to lose your strength to lust.

One...hmm, you are more conditioned to it now, then. Very resilient. Two...Three...Four...tell me how much you love my touch, being able to get you off more easily than any other woman in the world. Tell me as I introduce a fifth hand...and a sixth...and a seventh...oooh, you're shaking, boy, not much longer as eight hands are rubbing on your cock...now Nine...Ten...Eleven...Twel-Oof!

Tut tut tut, ma petite fleur, you couldn't hold. How do you expect to serve me if you can't even be a simple chair? Mmm...I do suppose your face is just as good of a chair as your hands, however. Warmer still, struggling and gasping at what little air that you have, all of it accented by my pussy's infectious aroma. Can you feel it through my suit, boy? Can you taste it? You must have, because your little private is saluting me with its precum [soft giggle]. Why don't I just close my thighs around it so you don't waste any more precious fluids, hmm? How does that feel, boy? My thick thighs, as soft as the ass that's in your face, wrapped around your cock, the head still poking out? It must feel so good, but frustrating to be so close to release and yet so far, the very same legs that bring you ecstasy holding back the floodgates? Do you want to have release, boy? Do you want to dirty your body and mine with your delicious virgin cum? If you do, you're going to have to serve me fully and promptly, like a good little boy. Yes, I can tell you WANT to please me. You WANT to let me decide for you. And that makes this all the better.

Use your tongue. Lick my pussy through my suit until it's soaked. Go ahead. The closer you get to getting me off, the more of my hands I will use to tease you and prepare you for the reward that waits for you when you are done. Begin, boy! [escalating moaning] Yes, that's it, boy! Feel my touch on the tip of your dick, all 20 fingers tracing it, teasing it as it silently screams for me! [one long moan] Keep going! Use the way I massage your balls with two hands as motivation to finish your job! Yes! Oui! Oui! Feel all the cum building up just below the surface as I milk your prostate with two fing-[sudden jolt of pleasure, lustful gasp]Zut alors! Tres bien, ma petite fleur! More! Plus! [speaking now while gasping, overcome with lust] I am almost there, boy! Do you want release? Then FINISH ME! SHAKE MY BODY WITH JUST YOUR TONGUE! ROCK ME WITH PLEASURE THAT ONLY A SERVANT WITH FREE WILL CAN OFFER M-[violent orgasm]

[panting heavily] Tr...tres bien. Your cum is all over me, and it is as exquisite as I imagined. How does it feel, boy, to be dirty, like the rest of us? To have your virgin body dipped head-first into the ocean of carnal desires that no animal, no matter how much they are trained, can ever truly stave off? [pause] Oh, I knew you would learn to love it, just like I know you will love doing this again and again, every day, to please me, because I am your master now. Merci, ma petite fleur. Bonne noire.