The Succubus - Part 1 - Femdom Fantasy

An otherworldly figure stands in the shadows. Slender and slightly waifish, a raven haired beauty stares intently, piercing green eyes shining in the darkness. She is breathtakingly beautiful - her ivory skin stood in stark contrast with her black hair, and she possessed a certain regal elegance that demanded both attention and respect. She wore a long black dress and cloak that covered her enough that she was barely visible to the casual passerby. Madame Aradia frequented this location often, weaponizing her captivating beauty and using it against the foolish males who would ride by.

The weakest among them would become hopelessly enthralled by her without even the slightest effort on her part, causing them to fall into her web easily.

Completely lost in her concentration, Madame Aradia is suddenly startled by the sound of hooves trotting down the pathway. The horse and its unlucky rider could still be several miles off - Madame Aradia’s hearing was greatly enhanced - but she readied herself, nonetheless. After a brief period of waiting, the traveler approached Madame Aradia, tipping his hat to her in a polite acknowledgement of her presence before coming to a sudden abrupt stop. As if completely possessed, he descends from his horse and walks toward her. He is drawn in by an intoxicating cocktail of pheromones, ethereal beauty, and dark, seductive energy that threatened to overpower him entirely.

Madame Aradia gestures to her new toy, guiding him into her carriage. He abandons his horse as they depart for her residence, deep within the forests that sit on the outskirts of town. The man that she has entrapped sits on the floor among the supplies, his hands tied behind his back. Madame Aradia sits in what can only be described as a silken throne. She stares at him intently, never taking her eyes off of her prey.

They eventually arrive at a formidable castle. Ancient brick encases a large foreboding looking building. It is surrounded by a wrought iron fence with very sharp spikes across the top. The carriage stops at the gate, and Aradia nods at a very pathetic looking servant that her prisoner had failed to notice before. Eyes blank, he stares into the nothingness before suddenly coming to attention, triggered by Aradia’s subtle gesture, to attend to her needs. Jumping at the opportunity (almost literally), he scurries out of the carriage before spending what seemed like hours unlocking lock after lock, which were notably located on the outside of the fence, until the huge fence swung open slowly and with a loud creaking sound. It seemed to have been built not with the intention of keeping people out, but rather keeping people in.

They made their way through the gardens, which were brimming with red roses as well as dark black and purple flowers.

“Roses are my favorite,” says Aradia. Her new captive realizes that this is the first time he has actually heard the otherwordly creature speak.

She picks a rose, twisting it in her hands as she muses, “I suppose that I relate to them… Roses are one of the most beautiful examples of life on this planet, and yet the moment you touch them in the wrong way…” she pressed her finger directly into the thorn and a crimson liquid began to slowly pool on her finger tip. She then hurried inside, apparently deciding that she need say no more on the subject.

Following closely behind her, her victim shudders.

Once inside, she shoos away the slave who had opened the gate. Head down and eyes averted, he immediately complies and begins to ascend the tall spiral staircase.

Aradia looks up and down at the man in front of her, studying him carefully. “I suppose you will do” she says and grabs him by the shoulders, forcing him to look into her face. He immediately becomes lost in her deep green eyes, shining like emeralds in the candlelight that illuminated the castle’s halls. He tries to look away, but he is helpless but to continue staring, feeling himself falling deeper and deeper.

“Be in my eyes”, Aradia begins to say in a low, sensual purr.

“You have never needed anything more than to stare into my eyes. It is the only thing that matters in this moment, and with each passing second you are falling further and further under my spell. Everything around you is beginning to slip away until there is nothing left but me. I am all that matters to you, and you will be focused only on satisfying my needs, no matter how drained and depleted you may feel. You are my toy, now, and exist for my pleasure, and my pleasure alone.”

“Yes, Madame” says the man obediently with a blank look on his face

Aradia nods, confident that her new toy is under her thrall, now. This one must be rather stupid, she thinks. He went under more easily than most.

She leads him upstairs to a dingy and dark room. As Aradia lights a single candle, hardly enough to be able to see clearly, her prisoner looks around and sees a room made of cold grey brick. Aradia stands in the center of the room beside a set of two heavy chains hanging from the ceiling, and two attached to the ground. She gestures for him to approach her, and though there is a small voice inside of him that is absolutely terrified to comply, it is far away from him now. All he can think of is Aradia - serving her needs and making her happy. He is blank, otherwise.