-feminized- Natalie Mars- Mistress Damazonia - ... -

With a snap of her wrist, she wrapped the silk around his wrist, not tying it, just resting it there. The sensation was a shock. He expected cold. He got a whisper of static, a brush of angel wings. His muscles, coiled for a fight that would never come, slackened.

Natalie Mars moved like a secret. Smaller than Damazonia, but no less potent. Where Damazonia was the storm, Natalie was the eye. Petite, impossibly smooth, with platinum hair piled into a careless cloud. She wore a corset of blush-pink satin and not much else. Her lips, glossed and full, curled into a smile that promised salvation via exquisite ruin. -Feminized- Natalie Mars- Mistress Damazonia - ...

Natalie took his hand, lifted it, and kissed his knuckles. “You’ll be back,” she winked. “We haven’t even gotten to the heels yet.” With a snap of her wrist, she wrapped

A single tear traced down his cheek, smearing Natalie’s kiss into a pink rivulet. It was not a tear of shame. It was the release of a tension he’d been holding since birth. He got a whisper of static, a brush of angel wings

“Look,” she commanded, turning him toward a mirror.