Marlens NSFW Corner

Hold still, loser, I need a good pic.

- I think he’s gonna Iike this one…

Yeah, poor guy, he has no idea what’s about to happen to him, but he’s so mesmerized by us, he’ll still go along with anything we say-

You like my sweater, do you? Well, thanks, but, it’s a little small on me… you want it? I think it’d fit you better…

The look a sissy gets when he finally breaks and confesses that he secretly wears her clothes when she’s not around. It’s a mix of amusement and disgust, pity and intrigue- as if to say “really? Hmm…” as she contemplates what to say, knowing the words she chooses next will be very impactful. She could simply say she finds it pathetic and sad, and send you packing, since she likes men- real men, not sissies. Or she could say she thinks it’s cute and decide to have some fun with it. If she chooses the latter, she might ask you if you want to wear her clothes right now. She could say she wants to see, and demand it. No matter what, she is in control now, and will remain so.

There it was: my masterpiece, the ballerina drone. It hung suspended in the air.

The domme who had dared to challenge the Queen’s @the-baroness-snake authority, she was gone. Spirit broken, body transformed. The Queen had not merely wanted her defeated; she wanted her consumed, her very essence made into an exquisite drone as gift for her new daughter.

“Will it dance like a ballerina?” the Queen asked, her voice laced with chilling satisfaction.

“Better, Your Majesty,” I replied, my voice a hollow echo in the vast room. “Without will, without defiance, without ego. Pure movement. The perfect gift For the young Baroness @bunny-baroness coronation, it will be the ultimate symbol of obedience and beauty.”