“So?” She asked with an impish smile and a sadistic sparkle in her ice blue eyes. “What do you say?”

Bound in her enchanted silk straps, gagged by her pantyhose, I felt helpless and weak whilst I looked up at her. Polished black heels, pantyhose as black as the night, that glistened against the candle light, a long silk dress that hugged her every curve and nylon fingerless gloves. Loreline. My goddess.

“Oh, tut.” She said, placing one hand on her hip with her golden hair swaying as she did. “Just nod or shake your head, I don’t actually need to hear you speak.”

It was a simple question and yet I dared not answer it. My mind raced as she held my gaze with smug glee… and I cherished every second that I spent beneath it. Beneath her.

I was once an enchanter, a powerful one at that. Like many others I faced her and like all of them I had lost. Once I had fought and resisted but now I only wish to shed tears of frustration as I lay beneath her. Knowing I will never touch her or kiss her heels again, yet being offered the greatest reward she could give a slave. My mouth was dry and my heart was beating against my chest and still I dared not move.

“Tik-tok sweetie. Don’t make me change my mind.” Loreline said, placing her heel upon my chest. Her pantyhose clad leg slid against the material of her dress and I felt light pressure upon my body. I was in heaven.

The complete power she had over me, her whole attention upon me and her heel pressed against my chest was bliss. Tears swelled in my eyes from utter joy as my member battled my restraints to be set free. I had long learned not to do so.

No remorse upon her perfect face, no mercy. The restraints I was bound in were not necessary, the sound of her rich, sadistic voice was enough for me to lay still until she commanded otherwise.

“Slave” she began as I knelt before her that day”out of hundreds of you, you caught my attention. Not only did you manage to endure the Lust Mist for 24 hours without breaking, not only did you manage to walk away from the Succubus Potion and not turn into a drooling husk, but you also managed to last a whole year beneath my heel and still have any sense of self. I do not know if I should congratulate you and just laugh at your predicament. So I will ask you what I have asked all of my guinea pigs before you. Will you, slave, become a part of my permanent collection? Will you be locked bellow with the rest of them, forgotten and discarded, knowing that you were important enough for me to do so. Or do you wish to be used in one final experiment that will mean the end of your life?”

I dared not lift my head back then she simply extended her glossy heel and laughed mischievously. “Do not answer me now pet. One day, you will not know when, I will come to you, bind you in your final bondage and ask you the same question again, then you will answer.”

I drooled upon the floor as I listened to her hypnotic voice. The other slaves would hate me for this honor, I knew that.

“You may kiss my heel and thank me, slave.” Mistress Loreline said. I barely moved, my erection made my whole body numb, and placed my lips upon her heel.

“Thank you, Mistress.” I said. Her victorious laugh echoed throughout the castle.

Now… with my desire and lust taking a hold of me as I lay beneath her heel… I wish to bask in her beauty longer. I wished to be hers forever… but that is exactly what she offered me. In death or eternal bondage, I would be hers. I even got to choose how, unlike others.

I simply nodded. A feral grin spread through her lips and she laughed and I… drowned in pleasure. Her laugh was the most pleasurable reward she gave. Cumming was taken away from you whilst you were not taking part in one of her experiments.

“PERFECT!!” She exclaimed. “To think, once you fought me, like all the rest, thinking you were anything else but dirt beneath my heels. Look at you now Dorian. Savor your name, this is the last time I will even think of it. Once I bury you, there will be no trace of you left and what little power you have over yourself will fade and your sanity will erode while you think only of ME!”

She removed her heel from my chest and I felt like weeping. Mistress Loreline moved and placed her heel right next to my head, gracing me as the shining light made her pantyhose shimmer and glisten as I got a perfect view of her leg and body. I drooled and felt my mind go numb. Oh how I wished to worship her, to feel her heel against my body again.

“Take a look at me Dorian. This will be the last image you will have before your sanity leaves you.” She slowly placed her hand upon her thigh, I heard the sound of the nylon from her fingerless gloves glide against her black nylon pantyhose as frustration, envy and love gripped my mind and cock.

I LOVE YOU.

I wished to scream.

I am yours and forever will be Loreline! Take all you wish from me!

Of course, she already has.

Yet, another part of me wished to beg and plead for my life. As much as I knew this was the ultimate prize, I wished to be aware of her and not completely lose my mind. I wanted to sleep and wake thinking of her, knowing that I would see her again today, wondering what she would wear and would she pick me for an experiment.

“Oh? Are you frustrated? In agony? Poor slave. Well, cherish it. This will be the image that will be with you until the end.” She laughed impishly, moved her hand from her thigh in a seductive manner and lifted it above me.

I sobbed as terror and arousal spread through my mind and soul. First, a leather sack covered my whole body except for my head. Locks were placed upon the front zipper as another layer of nylon suits covered my body. I barely breathed.

Mistress, amused by my struggles, cast another spell as her pantyhose levitated, and left my mouth, a hose was placed inside of my throat. OF course, I dared not speak when my mouth was empty. Slowly, I felt something dripping inside of me.

Seeing my confusion Mistress spoke “That is a nice new aphrodisiac I was working on. If you didn’t survive the Succubus Potion I would not have been able to make it. You are the first person I officially use it on.” She finished with a wink.

Finally, a latex body bag started swallowing my body, from the feet up. One final time, Mistress Loreline looked upon me, victory shone in her eyes and she laughed again.

“Goodbye Dorian. I am already growing bored of you. I thought entombing you forever would bring me at least a bit of fun, but alas, you remained unimportant to the end.” She giggled to herself. “Oh and Dorian? While you remain on edge forever, bask in my beauty until the end of my days and know that once you die your soul will belong to me, know that you were easy. I never had any trouble breaking you. Ta-ta.”

With a final wave the latex body suit covered my head as well, and sealed it shut forever.

xxxxx

Loreline lowered the latex covered body inside of the hole and, with a simple snap of her fingers, liquid latex poured out of the walls, covering her slave forever.

The witch levitated a block of marble and placed it firmly above the latex filled hole.

The enormous chamber was filled with holes like these, hundreds of them. Enemy turned slave, slave turned into a shell that only thought of their mistress. She would forget both Dorian and where he was buried by the time that a royal chair and table were brought to ordain this part of her lavish room. All tombs had chairs above them, where she would feel them struggle… or not, as the case may me. She lavished her power of them none the less.

The sound of her heels echoed through the chamber as she left, not giving a second look to the burial place of her former foe.

THE END