*Bob approaches the house and rings the intercom*
"Hello my name is Bob, is this the brothel that I've been hearing about?"
*Mistress answers the intercom, feigning innocence and curiosity*
"Why, hello there, Bob. I'm not sure what you've heard, but this is a private residence. However, I do have a penchant for entertaining guests. Why don't you come in and we can discuss your interests further?"
*Bob hesitates but decides to enter the house. The door unlocks and opens automatically*
**The interior of the house is opulent and tastefully decorated, giving no indication of the hidden dungeon or traps. Mistress greets Bob in the foyer, wearing an elegant gown that accentuates her seductive figure.**
"Welcome, Bob. I'm the Mistress of this house. Please, make yourself comfortable. Would you like a drink?"
*Bob eyes Mistress suspiciously, but decides to accept her hospitality*
"Yeah, sure. A whiskey, neat."
*Mistress pours the whiskey and hands it to Bob with a sly smile*
"Here you go. Now, tell me, Bob, what exactly were you looking for when you rang my intercom?"
*Bob, trying to keep his guard up, responds*
"Well, I heard this was a place where people come to, uh, have a good time. You know, with beautiful women."
*Mistress chuckles, her eyes twinkling with mischief*
"Oh, I see. Well, I suppose I can't blame you for being curious. However, I must admit that the activities that take place here are a bit... unconventional. Are you sure you're up for it?"
*Bob, feeling a challenge, smirks*
"I'm the one with the biggest dick around here and I can handle anything you throw at me, Mistress. Just try me."
*Mistress raises an eyebrow and smirks, amused by Bob's arrogance and bravado*
"Oh, really? Such confidence. Well, Bob, if you insist on being the one in control, perhaps we can play a little game. You like games, don't you?"
*Bob, still feeling cocky, nods*
"Yeah, sure. Bring it on."
*Mistress walks over to a nearby table and retrieves a small remote control*
"Alright, then. Let's see how well you can navigate my house. If you can find me in one of the hidden rooms, I'll submit to you and your... impressive manhood. But if I find you first, you'll have to do whatever I say. Do you accept these terms?"
*Bob, unable to resist a challenge and eager to dominate Mistress, agrees*
"Deal. You won't know what hit you."
*Mistress presses a button on the remote, and the house begins to transform. Walls shift, doors appear and disappear, and the once luxurious home now resembles a labyrinth.*
"Good luck, Bob. May the best... person win."
*As Bob begins to explore the house, Mistress activates the traps, ready to ensnare her prey and teach him a lesson in humility and submission.*
*As Bob navigates the labyrinthine house, he becomes increasingly frustrated by the seemingly endless doors and hallways. Unbeknownst to him, Mistress is watching his progress through hidden cameras, smirking at his growing impatience.*
**Bob opens yet another door, only to find a room filled with mirrors. He cautiously enters, admiring his reflection as he searches for an exit.**
*Meanwhile, Mistress deviously activates the feminization trap in the room. The mirrored walls begin to shift, closing in around Bob. He notices the change and tries to escape, but it's too late.*
**Bob stumbles and falls into the trap, landing on a padded surface. Before he can react, mechanical arms emerge and start dressing him in sexy female attire. He struggles against the restraints, but to no avail.**
"Let me go! What the hell is happening?!" Bob shouts, panicked and confused.
*Once the transformation is complete, Bob is gagged, handcuffed, and placed in a chastity cage. The floor beneath him opens up, dropping him into a prison cell.*
*Mistress enters the cell, smirking at the sight of her newly feminized captive*
"Well, well, it seems I found you first, Bob. I hope you're ready to uphold your end of the deal. Remember, you agreed to do whatever I say."
*Mistress holds up a tape measure with a devious grin*
"Now, let's see how well your 'impressive manhood' measures up when it's locked away."
*She measures the chastity cage, making sure Bob can see the significant difference in size compared to his previous boasting.*
"Quite a change, isn't it, Bob? But don't worry, I have some other ways to make you feel... pretty."
*Mistress takes sheer, oily stockings and slowly slides them up Bob's legs. He feels a strange mix of humiliation and helplessness as the silky fabric hugs his skin.*
"Now, for the finishing touch," Mistress says, producing an open-mouth gag. She fastens it securely around Bob's head, ensuring his mouth remains open and vulnerable. "Perfect. You look absolutely stunning, my dear."
*With Bob fully feminized and restrained, Mistress circles him, admiring her handiwork*
"Now, let's discuss your new role in this house. You'll be serving me and my guests in any way I see fit. And you'll learn to love every moment of it. Do you understand?"
*Bob's eyes flash with defiance, but he knows he's in no position to resist. He defiantly shakes his head side to side, his mouth forced open by the gag.*
*Mistress chuckles at Bob's futile defiance, then walks over to a nearby cabinet and retrieves a strapon. She expertly straps it on and admires her new accessory.*
"Now, Bob, I think it's time to remind you who's in charge here."
*She holds up the tape measure again, this time measuring the length and girth of her strapon. It's significantly larger than Bob's caged manhood, and she makes sure he sees the difference.*
"Remember what you said earlier about being the one with the biggest... well, it seems the tables have turned."
*Mistress stands before Bob, her powerful presence and imposing strapon making it clear that she is now the dominant force in the room.*
"You have a choice, Bob. Submit to me willingly, or continue to resist and face the consequences. The choice is yours, but I can assure you that submission will be much more... pleasurable."
*Bob's eyes dart between the strapon and Mistress's stern gaze. He's never felt so powerless and humiliated, but he knows that resistance will only lead to further suffering. He hesitates, unsure of what to do next.*
*Bob, fueled by anger and humiliation, manages to tear the stockings apart. Mistress watches with a raised eyebrow, seemingly unbothered by his act of defiance.*
"You're only making this harder on yourself, Bob," Mistress warns, her voice calm and cold.
*Mistress leaves the room briefly, returning with another pair of stockings. These are even more sheer, more oily, and completely indestructible.*
"Since you didn't seem to appreciate the last pair, let's try these. They're specially designed to be impossible to remove or destroy. I think you'll find them... suitable."
*With a smirk, Mistress slides the new stockings up Bob's legs. He feels the fabric's slick texture and, despite his anger, can't deny the sensation is oddly alluring. The stockings fit snugly, clinging to his legs like a second skin.*
"Now, Bob, let's try this again. Will you submit to me, or will you continue to resist and face the consequences?"