The template the Baroness created was making use of reoccurring sexual dreams Flint had of the Baroness, giving him an erotic dream of her breaking him with pleasure and pain while dressed as dominatrix. It was now a reoccurring dream that racked his mind
and soul at least twice a night.
He found himself captured in a Cobra medical bay, strapped to some sort of OBGYN chair. A door opened behind him, he heard the clicking of heals. He could tell it was her. The shadow of her behind him appeared on the wall before him. If the restraints
only let him look around.
"We have already broken your intelligence personnel," his Goddess the Baroness intoned, "now you will surrender everything about the Joe's planned operations."
"Never!" Flint tried to sound defiant.
"Fifi, Bite!"
Lady Jaye appeared in his lap naked save for a collar cat ears and puppy mittens and bit down on his crotch. He yelled as she began shaking her head like a dog with a chew toy.
"Release," the Baroness ordered her human doggy, "I can make this very painful, very pleasurable, and any mix in-between for you. You will be my slave."
The Baroness walked around letting his look at her, cupless latex corset, armpit length leather gloves, latex mini-skirt, and boot tops millimeters below the bottom of her skirt. With a wave of her hand Flint's pants disappeared. She began to poke his
crotch sending lightning bolts through him as she laughed.
"I control you," The Baroness said, "You just don't know it yet, slave."
The Baroness held one hand over his dick and he felt a thousand tongues licking up and down his rock hard shaft. She placed her other hand behind his bum and he felt a wrist diameter finger tickling his prostate. A dribble of precum began to leak out of
his penis head.
"Your body betrays you slave," the Baroness smiled, "You belong to me!"
"Ahhhh!" Flint screamed shooting up from his bed. He could feel the mess in his lap from the nocturnal release, "Am I going insane?"
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The Baroness looked at the monitor as the text feed of the dream went dead. The idea of Lady Jaye as her puppy made her feel warm and wet inside. She imagined siting on her slaves' lap while he bucked to pleasure her at her command and a latex clad Lady
Puppy lapped at the Baroness' clit. She went to a new screen on her computer and did a search...