[F4A] The Black Widow Estate[HFO][Gothic][Fdom][Deep hypnosis][Mindfuck][Facesitting][Gag][Chastity][Bondage][ruined orgasm][Caught in her web][Surreal]

Feel the eager shaking of the trees that rise and tower above you, that surround you, that follow you along your path. Feel the cool night air begin to set in and grow slowly to envelop the darkening woods. Watch as the rays of sun that pierced the treetop and illuminated the green begin to recede, Leaving everything behind in a shadow cloak. The twilight is passing and the night is crashing over the world like a tidal wave. You better hovey sweet submissive.

Can you see it there in the distance. The sharp jet black spires of the estate. The slate roof with tiles painted red. The stained glass windows carefully painted in bright and deep velvet colors, reds and velvets. The refracting sunset from above the trees makes the glass Glow red like eyes between the whittled branches.

Hurry before the moon rises above the treetops. These woods come alive at night. Branches might reach out and grab you. Roots come alive and begin to sneak themselves around your feet. Wolves, Owls and shadow cats come out from their lairs.

They stalk silently through the undergrowth and their eyes shine golden hungry with the scent of prey. I know you are …

Feel the eager shaking of the trees that rise and tower above you, that surround you, that follow you along your path. Feel the cool night air begin to set in and grow slowly to envelop the darkening woods. Watch as the rays of sun that pierced the treetop and illuminated the green begin to recede, Leaving everything behind in a shadow cloak. The twilight is passing and the night is crashing over the world like a tidal wave. You better hovey sweet submissive.

Can you see it there in the distance. The sharp jet black spires of the estate. The slate roof with tiles painted red. The stained glass windows carefully painted in bright and deep velvet colors, reds and velvets. The refracting sunset from above the trees makes the glass Glow red like eyes between the whittled branches.

Hurry before the moon rises above the treetops. These woods come alive at night. Branches might reach out and grab you. Roots come alive and begin to sneak themselves around your feet. Wolves, Owls and shadow cats come out from their lairs.

They stalk silently through the undergrowth and their eyes shine golden hungry with the scent of prey. I know you are tired from the long journey. I know that your thighs are tight and your feet are sore. Your back aches and your knees are shaky, but you're almost there. At journey's end, the warm embrace of our heavy halls welcome you.

The dim candlelight of torches suspended on fixtures between each window. The double brazier that devours the night air there, guiding your path to the door. Carved oak doors fill a grand stone archway, and above it sits a wheeled window. It's glass stained in the shape of a spider. Its bottom is imprinted with a red sapphire heart that glows electric in the light of the flames.

Its legs stretch outwards, reaching down towards you as you gaze up the legendary seal of the Black Widow Estate. Pause on the threshold. Feel the radiating heat that emanates from the heavy stone walls. Hear the faint sound of winds carrying the sound of distant howling, tossing the flames, and kissing you with warmth. Only 5 steps to the end of your journey.

The end of a journey never feels the way you expect. You take a moment to think, to reflect upon your journey here, but you can't seem to remember. Your legs feel achy, and your knees are shaky, and yet you can't remember taking a single step. The sounds of the living forest and howling wind suddenly booms in your head. The haze lifts.

You hear the wind alive in the hedges. The sound of even gravel under your tired feet. The wind is cold, and goosebumps tingle down your spine. The warm windows look so enticing out there in the darkness. Take a step.

Your right foot connects with the flat stone. It feels unfamiliar after your journey and your foot aches. Take a breath and lift your left foot onto the 2nd step. A heavy wind sweeps across you as you set your right foot on the 3rd step. The flaming braziers behind you are snuffed out.

The stairs and the doorway are thrown into sudden darkness in front of your eyes. You feel cold. Lift your left foot onto the 4th step. Another gust washes over you and the flaming torches on the wall disappear 1 by 1 from right to left. Like a melody they go.

Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. One after another surrendering their flames. The distant howling grows closer.

The bushes are stirring with life. Lift your right foot onto the final step. The 1,000 pound doors creak open in front of you. The warm glow from inside floods outwards like a warm wave of illuminating comfort. You see the warm entrance of the house.

A chandelier maintains a 100 candles, sitting in black cups, suspended by black arms, connecting to a body that pierces the air with its sharp center. The wax stains the cups white And the orange flames make the black glow golden. Reflections on the polished red oak make the room glow. A low balcony watches over the entrance. It's pillars creating archways wherever they are placed, carved and imposing.

The fireplace against the left wall crackles lightly, flames contained in a coffin of black carved steel raised from the floor. Above, a mirror framed in gold and carved with flowers hangs like a watching eye. Thick patterned carpets line the floor. Golden and red with symmetrical shapes that complement the sharp angles of the wood and the twists and turns of the archways. Take the final step.

Move into the doorway and enter the warm glow. Breathe in the smoky air and fill your lungs with the comforting warmth. Take another step. Feel your feet sink into heavy carpet. The sound of outside becoming completely muffled.

The doors creak slowly past and shut themselves gently behind you. A heavy latch slips down and locks. From the muffled interior, a light tapping grows louder from behind walls above you. It grows louder, overpowering, intense. Step.

Step. Stepping closer. As I emerge from dark halls above, I step out onto a low balcony. My velvet robe plays tricks with the light and my form slips and glides like a shadow. Brief glimpses of my naked legs, Glimpses of the sides of my breasts as the rope flows over my body, bouncing around me.

I place an elbow on the balcony railing, resting my hand and leaning forward. My other hand taps suspiciously on the thick wood. 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 234.

My fingers move like a wave, like torches being extinguished. A melody. A distracting, yet so grabbing melody. My robe hangs as I lean, showing more, but not enough. Your eyes flicker nervously between my chest, face and fingers, wanting so desperately to look at everything and nothing all at once.

So excited, but so unsure. So unsure you can be the good submissive I need you to be. But you and I both know how simple it is. You find value in obedience. You find fulfillment in obedience.

You don't choose that, but it feels, oh, so good deep inside of you. I curl a finger and beckon you to me. I turn and my robe swings. Stitched to my bottom like the stained glass is the red heart, Woven in blood red silk that glimmers like glass. Walk up the stairs to the balcony and follow.

The stairs creak and bend gently as you step on them. The red carpet is soft and warm. As you top the stairs, a shadow glides out in front of you and passes you. You look right and see the spider waving with the motion of my hips, as my light feet walk briskly down the corridor. Your legs move by instinct and begin to follow down the corridor.

Dozens and dozens of rooms surround you on both sides. Their gilded numbers flicker in the light. Lamps hang between each room, screened in black, casting deep Orange light throughout the hallway. Paintings framed in gold are bathed in the light from underneath the lamp screens. Master craftsmanship captures the intensity of the human desire.

Pale and marbled skin draped in almost nothing. Naked breasts and blushing faces painted in oil. The intensity of the nature in the background, the motion and detail drenches every inch of the canvas. As you walk past them, they seem to move and come alive. The hallway is so long, and the paintings become more colorful and deep with every step.

Art distance grows. Keep pace. Stare at my butt. Stare at the red heart as it waves for you back and forth. The walls are so tight and growing tighter.

Coming close. At the intersection of another hallway, I turn. My eyes look into yours and I slip away around the corner. Then the lights extinguish around you, A sparkling electric wave as light bulbs shatter, first from the top to the bottom on your right, then from the bottom to the top on your left. Complete darkness envelops you as the final bulb pops.

A door flings open in front of you, far away, farther than where the wall should have been. A glowing light captured in the doorway. You walk warily and more bravely. Perhaps I hadn't turned right after all. Perhaps your eyes were simply mistaken.

You peek in the golden entrance and you see me at the beginning of another identical long and decorated hallway, sitting on an ornate and decorated chair with velvet pillows and carved steel shaped into flowers that decorate it from top to bottom. My legs are crossed, and my robe has slipped from my thigh to my hips. The tight muscles under soft and delicate skin. And one hand held open with my thumb is a book. Thin, but heavy leather bound.

I slip my leg down again and gently part my legs. The robe is short in the front and almost slips to reveal what waits underneath. It pulls you through the doorway. As you emerge, I look at you and I snap the book shut. Darkness overtakes you once again.

The light and the doors disappear. I disappear. You gaze around the black emptiness so helplessly, blissfully, and then you see it. The red heart glowing, swaying gently. Moving away from you.

The legendary seal of the Black Widow Estate. Follow. Do you hear that faint voice in your head? That voice saying, don't follow her. Don't follow her.

Perhaps it would be wise to listen. Perhaps you shouldn't be so eager to dive into the unknown. In the darkness, evil things lurk. The desires that drove you all this way can also be dangerous, disorienting, and blinding. They fog your mind and cloud your judgement, but I can't stop you from following if that is what you truly want.

Perhaps you are like me, Someone who finds the mystery so thrilling. The unknown so attractive, and the forbidden, so sacred, but remember who you are. Remember who I am. There is control, and there is ownership, and I own completely. Good submissives are my property.

Property means that I do whatever I want. I don't need to ask. I don't need to warn or explain, and I don't need to listen. Following the heart It does not guarantee your pleasure. It guarantees mine.

The only thing I can promise is deep submissive state, which is all you want, right? Even if it feels weird to admit, everything else is secondary. Whatever else I do is so deeply tied to your submissive nature. And you are completely open to me. If you follow, you follow to a place without barriers, where pleasure is what Whatever I decide for you.

Whatever I subject you to. Follow the heart into the darkness. Feel the floor open up underneath you and fall. Fall deep and fast. Fall deep.

Slip away from me. Feel my soft web catch you. It stretches as you keep falling down slower and slower. The web slip over your clothes, tugging at your collar, your pants, slipping your clothes off slowly as the web stretches further and further down. The thin strings, sticky and soft, leave you naked and bare as you slip.

The weak strands tearing 1 after 1, slowing you to a gentle roll. The final few strings hold you back as you fall through and into a warm bed of silk. They gently let their grip go and retreat back. The room is dark and in the darkness, you feel silk crawling across your skin, wrapping around your wrists and calves tight and rough as they tug on your arms and feet, like stretching you on a rack as they wrap themselves around the bedpost. Strung and wrapped tight, pulling on your sore muscles, stretching and massaging.

-I'm so happy. I don't know what I would have done if you'd turned back instead of following me. I've been so desperate. All alone in this mansion with no toys to play with. No canvas for me to mark.

No property for me to use and abuse. I wear out my toys so quickly, but something tells me you'll last longer. You hear a door creak open, but you cannot see. The flare of a match igniting illuminates the door as I light a candle. You see me now.

I've changed. Dark Fishnet stockings contrasted against my pale skin. A lace romper, black and patterned with roses. A silver chain that suspends a red heart rests between my breasts. They lay so tight around my hips and ass, but so loose over my thighs and arms.

My naked breasts underneath. The pale nipples disguised in a grid of black string. The thigh stockings dig into my soft skin making it look so plump. So soft. My red lips, so thick and soft as I say these words to you.

I walk to the side of the bed. The soft glow of the candle shows me your desperate body, your tired legs, your worn face, your tender spot. Without saying anything, I slide my finger over that tender spot. I rub hard, so hard it almost hurts. I jerk my hand up and down, squeezing and clenching you right up against you firm.

You squirm and twist, but the restraints keep you so still. Oh, the ache of that spot you like so much pulses uncomfortably as I rub hard and dry, My cold fingers sending shivers and goosebumps down your spine, down your legs. I let go when you jerk upwards. Your body limp slaps back down to the bed before you begin to feel the heat rising. You soften.

Things go numb from the blood. A good submissive is aroused before we start. Do you understand? A good submissive doesn't need me to force their arousal. They are aroused whenever they hear, see, or think of me.

I place the candle on the bedside table and climb on top of you. My raven hair falls over your face as I spread my legs and lean over you. My weight pulls the silk around your arms and legs tight. My hands on either side of your head leading down close to you. I sit unmoving, letting the tight knots make your limbs go numb, letting the blood disappear from your sensitive area as you swell with the heat from my thighs.

I lay my head down, but before our lips meet, I move to the left, reaching inside the table drawer. Before you know what is happening, I am stuffing a ball gag into your mouth. You groan as I pull it tight around you. The shock leaves you breathing hard and fast through your nose. The black rubber is so hard but soft inside you.

Your eyes look at me so scared and vulnerable, but at the same time, they shine with desperation and need. Even as your mind struggles nervously, The muscles between your legs clench involuntarily, and you become so aroused and you feel it right up on your surface. I leaned down and put my pouty lips on the ball gag, kissing it lazily, running my tongue over it, lightly accidentally touching your lips. The warmth and the softness sending desperate spikes of shutter to your brain like bolts of lightning. Stare deep into my scarlet eyes as they reflect the roar of candle flame while my mouth opens and my tongue moves over you so close but so desperately far away.

My eyes narrow and the flame of my eyes twists with the shape of a burning heart, projecting my desire for your submission. My delicate and light body begins to shift and move over you. Like water, I twist and turn with an uninterrupted flow. My pale fishnet thighs are so warm as they find your head between them. Under my lace skirt is nothing.

Nothing but a soft pink swollen pussy, hidden so lazily behind a checkered pattern of black String. My plump lips forming the shape of a heart where they crest my opening and come together at my clit. Sweet, sensitive, and pale ripples of skin that pull you deeper into submission. The delicate scent feels too heavy as you are forced to breathe through your nose, as you are forced to take me in with every inhale. The scent intoxicating like wine, forcing you into an increasingly desperate intoxicating submissive state.

I lean forward spreading my legs slightly. I put my hand around your naked thighs and I sink my naked pussy down on your gak. The rubber is so hot from your warm mouth, damp and slick from your drool as the view leaves you a helpless mess. My lips open so gently as I begin to rock My hips calmly across the slick rubber, letting the ball rub across my clit and massage my opening. Long fingernails driving into your thighs as I move back and forth on your face.

My hand runs along the inside of your thigh and I cup all of you. And your arousal in a tight and greedy fist. Blood shoots to that place, that place that feels so good, and you immediately feel the throbbing sending jolts of intense surges through your body. I caress you all the way to your base and begin rubbing. Your hips begin to buck and your thighs begin to shake and your moans force themselves out around between your gagged lips, A cruel hand that works you like you can't come fast enough.

Your numb limbs being pulled so desperately by the tight web. No escape. No pause. No choice. Instead, you are forced to feel Feel as my lips sink deeper on the gag kissing yours.

The heart shaped lips beginning to to leave warm, sweet droplets of needy pleasure. So needy for her sweet little submissives, ready to consume her prey. Her reward for a hunt well executed. The fly in the web is hers and hers alone. The uncontrollable shaking from my thighs, vibrating your mind, shaking, shaking, shaking, your thighs shaking with uncontrollable spasms as the web pulls you to your limit, as my hand grows warmer and warmer your mind and body and that place you love so much beginning to glow and spasm.

Oh, the soft fishnet and the burning soft skin tightening around you. You feel so enclosed, so trapped. Your arousal trapped in my grip, pumping so furiously. Don't you dare fucking cum. I have no use for toys who can't control their filthy orgasms.

Oh, but my grip feels so tight around you. It's not just the sensation, the tingles, the submission. It's also the strength and the force. I pull it out of you from every corner of your body. It rushes to the center, pooling at your core.

The shaking, the moaning, the pulling desire, It all stimulates such a submissive part of your brain. You know it shouldn't feel so good, but it does. I can take you to places you thought were out of reach. If submission is your desire, then my desires are nothing but instructions for you to follow. Your mind screams out, no.

No. Please. No. But there is Something deep inside of you that follows the heart, that falls willingly into the web, that pulls your pleasure so inexplicably deep. Your orgasm is bubbling inside of you, boiling hot within your core.

Every time my fingers move more and more, pleasure is pulled along, burning hot as it rises to the top. You better not be thinking of coming. You've been such a good Toy, but I'm afraid you might be getting carried away. Do you feel it? The eyes beginning to roll into the back of your head.

That is my poison taking you. My control filling your body and mind. Don't come. Don't come, your mind yells out to you. Oh, but the force is so great.

The strength of my mental and physical group is too Trong, don't come. You are my slave. Don't come. If you come, I'll lock you the Fuck up. I swear to God.

Don't you dare fucking come. But my heart shaped pussy, creaming on your mouth, makes your mind swell with intoxicating submissiveness. The temperature inside is simply too hot to be sustained. If you don't release soon, it might just make you burst. Don't come.

No. No. No. Don't you fucking dare come, you nasty little pervert. But you're pulled so deep.

You can't ground yourself again. You are filled with my control and drowned by submission. Your mind has vanished in place of images of lightning bolts send sparks and cracks of pleasure that burst in your mind with every tug as the ropes leave you helpless against me. You know you will be punished. Your mind screams No as you struggle desperately against me, My voice strict as I warn you.

Don't fucking come. But as I lean myself forward, You see my used and pink pussy glistening. Strands of wetness between us. The view of my shaved Draw skin underneath my lace sent the final shock to your mind. The core begins to boil over.

Your pleasure sensors filled to the brim with that pulsating pressure. The web begins to vibrate like Strings in the frame of the bed begins to shake. Your crotch clenches itself so desperately and tight 'tis it does everything to force that orgasm out of you, to feel it rise. You feel it travel. You're so helpless to stop it Even as I say it, don't come.

Do not come. Be a good submissive and hold back, but I feel it. I hear your desperate panting, and I feel the waves of spasm in your body, as in that's building and building, growing more and more intense with every millisecond, you are so ready to come. You are so ready to come from my fingers. You feel it right on the surface, ready to explode and release, ready to disobey me.

Feel my fingers clenching around you. Your swelling pleasure stopped dead in its tracks as I press down on your skin, holding it close, your orgasm wanting, pushing against, but you can feel it making you ache. The spasms that were supposed to be so pleasurable only hurt as the pulse struggles Against my fingers, I hold firm, forcing you not to come. The blood finds no circulations and retreats back. The place that you love so much.

Losing arousal. The raw skin, red from my mistreatment. I hold pressure and then I let go, and the cool air falls down upon you. You feel your body ripple from an orgasm not fully fulfilled, not in a delicious pulse but an agonizing dribble. You drip wet, but not with pleasure.

So disappointing. Another worthless sob broken so easily and now I have to punish you again. You know I take no pleasure in that. Right? But you leave me no other choice.

A submissive that can't follow orders must be locked up. Locked up in chastity until they are ready to listen, locked in this room until their mind can be properly emptied. I climb off of you. You're denied arousal, throbbing, and aching. Your muscles already reawakened with the pleasure when you see my body in black lace.

I extinguish the light of the candle and fall into darkness. You hear me reach into the bedside table, and you hear me tinkering. You feel my hands on you as I wrap around a belt. You feel the key turn in the lock. I drape it on a silver chain around my neck.

You hear light steps moving from you before a door shuts unexpectedly. A heavy latch falls closed and locks. The web still strings you tight, and the orgasm you wanted still lingers in the air somewhere as the warmth of the cage surrounds you.