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Later that evening, Tim slumped into his worn armchair. The dim glow of his apartment lamp cast long shadows across the room. The day's academic buzz from the university faded quickly. It left behind a familiar itch that he couldn't ignore.

His robot project sketches lay scattered on the coffee table. Half-finished diagrams of mechanical limbs and responsive exoskeletons stared back at him. But his mind wandered elsewhere. It drifted straight to the stack of glossy femdom magazines. He'd stashed them carefully under the seat cushion.

This was a recent vice for Tim. A pull toward dominatrix fantasies that gripped him tightly. It all sparked the moment he'd first laid eyes on Claudia. That was at her house during one of Marie's family dinners. The memory hit him hard every time.

At 48, Claudia aged like fine wine. Her long blonde hair cascaded over broad shoulders. Those shoulders carried the weight of pure authority. But it was her body that truly haunted his thoughts. Massive double F tits strained against the tight latex tops she always wore.

They far eclipsed Marie's modest B cups. Paired with a thick, juicy ass and thighs that poured into leather pants. It was like the fabric was molded directly to her curves. She moved with grace in every step.

Always in powerful outfits that screamed control. Shiny corsets cinched her waist. Thigh-high boots clicked against the floor. Skirts slit high enough to tease without mercy. Everything highlighted her voluptuous form.

What hooked him even deeper was her personality. Claudia bossed him around her home with effortless command. Flirty dominance laced every single order she gave. It made his pulse race.

'Tim, fetch the wine from the cellar—now,' she'd say. Her voice wrapped around him like a velvet whip. Eyes locking on his with that knowing smirk. It made his cock twitch instantly. Even as Marie chatted obliviously nearby.

'Don't slouch, boy; stand tall when you speak to me.' Her words lingered in his ears. Bossy and unyielding. They stirred something primal inside him. Something he'd never felt before Marie's sweet, yielding nature.

Now, alone in his apartment, Tim flipped open the top magazine. The pages rustled softly in the quiet room. His free hand dipped into his jeans without hesitation. Fingers wrapping around his hardening cock. He felt it throb in response.

The first spread showed a latex-clad mistress. She towered over a kneeling sub on the glossy page. Her gloved hand yanked his collar tight. She ground her boot into his thigh with deliberate pressure.

Tim's breath hitched in his throat. But in his mind, it transformed. It became Claudia's face superimposed over the model. Those full lips curled in command. Her massive tits heaved as she straddled the man's back.

Her ass cheeks spilled over like ripe fruit. Pressing down on him. He stroked faster now. Thumb circling the slick head of his dick. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, making his grip slippery.

He imagined her voice cutting through the air. 'Stroke for me, Tim, but don't you dare cum without permission.' The words echoed in his head. His hips bucked involuntarily against his hand.

Sweat began to bead on his slim swimmer's frame. The lean muscles of his arms flexed as he pumped. He pictured her thick thighs clamping around his head. Forcing his face into her heat.

'Tongue out, boy—lick my pussy like you mean it.' In the fantasy, she rode his face hard. Her juicy ass grinding down. Wet folds smothering him as she bossed him relentlessly.

'Lick harder—earn every drop.' Her commands drove him wild. The magazine pages blurred in his vision. He flipped to the next spread quickly. Another image of a dominatrix pegging her slave.

She buckled a latex harness tight around her hips. Thrusting a thick strap-on deep into him. In Tim's mind, it was Claudia again. Her thick ass flexing with each powerful push.

She controlled every gasp he made. Every plea that escaped his lips. 'Take it all, Tim—feel me own you.' The thought sent shivers down his spine. His balls tightened, heavy with need.

His hand moved furiously now. Up and down his shaft. The vein along the underside pulsed under his fingers. He leaned back in the chair, legs spreading wider.

The room filled with the wet sounds of his strokes. His breaths came in ragged pants. Claudia's imagined laughter rang in his ears. Teasing him, pushing him closer to the edge.

He saw her massive tits bouncing as she pegged him harder. Nipples hard peaks under the latex. Her hands gripping his hips, nails digging in. Marking him as hers.

'Cum for me now, boy—but only because I allow it.' The permission shattered his control. With a guttural groan, Tim erupted. Hot cum shot from his cock in thick ropes.

It splattered across the magazine's glossy surface. Streaks landing on the dominatrix's image—on Claudia's face in his mind. Waves of release crashed over him. His body shuddered violently.

Panting heavily, he slumped further into the chair. His hand still loosely around his softening dick. Cum dripped down his fingers, sticky and warm.

He wiped himself clean with a nearby tissue. Tossing it aside carelessly. The fetish burned brighter than ever inside him. A secret fire that Marie knew nothing about.

Unaware of how close Claudia's real plans circled him. Her schemes weaving tighter with each passing day. Tim closed the magazine slowly. Tucking it back under the cushion.

The apartment fell silent again. But the images lingered. Claudia's commanding presence filled his thoughts. He wondered what it would be like to submit for real.

Deep in the bowels of her sprawling manor, Claudia's basement hummed with the low whir of cooling fans and flickering screens. The air hung thick with the scent of solder and leather. Stone walls lined the space, shelves crammed with circuit boards and hydraulic parts. At the center sat her workstation, a massive desk glowing under multiple monitors.

She perched on a high-backed stool, her voluptuous frame squeezed into a black latex catsuit. The material clung to her double F breasts like a second skin, nipples poking through the taut fabric. Her long blonde hair spilled down her back in waves. Thick thighs spread wide, propping her juicy ass on the edge of the seat.

Claudia's fingers danced across the keyboard. Lines of code scrolled by in a blur. She designed something revolutionary—a maidbot far beyond her students' wildest dreams. This wasn't some clunky prototype. It was a seamless exoskeleton, molded precisely to Tim's 5'9\" frame, his slim swimmer's build.

Every joint calibrated to his measurements. Servos synced to mimic his movements—or override them entirely. She smirked at the screen, zooming in on the internal harness. Restraints would lock him in place, cock caged tight, while external controls let Marie pull the strings.

'Perfect for my little girl,' she murmured. Her voice dripped with resolve. Marie deserved loyalty, devotion. Tim's wandering eyes threatened that. Claudia would fix it. Give her daughter total power over him.

Behind her, on his knees, knelt Alex. One of her prized PhD boys. Naked except for the gleaming steel chastity cage squeezing his cock. His balls hung heavy below, denied release for weeks. He pressed his face between her ass cheeks, tongue lapping at her puckered hole.

Claudia shifted slightly, grinding back against his mouth. 'Deeper, slave,' she commanded. Her free hand reached back, grabbing a fistful of his hair. She yanked him in harder. His tongue probed her asshole, swirling around the tight ring.

Wet slurps echoed in the basement. Alex's nose buried in her crack, inhaling her musky scent. The cage strained as his pathetic dick tried to harden. But the lock held firm, a constant reminder of her control.

In front of her, Marcus mirrored the position. Also stripped bare, his own chastity device glinting under the desk light. He knelt between her spread thighs, face inches from her shaved pussy. Lips parted, he dove in, sucking on her swollen clit.

His tongue flicked rapidly, tracing circles around the nub. Claudia's hips bucked forward, smearing her juices across his chin. 'That's it—worship my cunt like the worthless toy you are.' She typed faster, undeterred, pleasure building in her core.

The maidbot schematics took shape on the main screen. Nanotech plating for the outer shell, sleek and feminine. Programmed for domestic tasks, but laced with hidden overrides. Marie could command it to clean, cook—or force Tim to his knees.

Claudia's mind raced with possibilities. Tim trapped inside, his body puppeted by her daughter's app. Unable to flirt, unable to stray. She'd make him the perfect servant, locked and obedient.

Alex's tongue thrust inside her ass now, fucking the hole with eager strokes. Saliva dripped down her crack, pooling on the stool. She moaned low, the vibration humming through her body. Her massive tits heaved with each breath, straining the latex.

Marcus latched onto her pussy lips, sucking them into his mouth. He alternated with broad licks along her slit, tasting her arousal. Her clit throbbed under his assault, swelling harder. 'Don't stop—make me cum while I build this for her.'

Determination fueled her. Marie, sweet and overlooked, had always wanted security. A man who stayed true. Claudia had bedded enough students to know how to break them. This robot would be her gift—ultimate protection wrapped in steel.

She adjusted the code for sensory feedback. Tim would feel every command as a jolt, his nerves wired to obey. The internal cage integrated seamlessly, a custom fit for his cock. No escape, no relief without Marie's key.

Pleasure coiled tighter in her gut. Alex rimmed her asshole relentlessly, tongue delving deep. Marcus's fingers joined his mouth, two slipping into her dripping pussy. He curled them, hitting her G-spot with precision.

Claudia gripped the desk edge, nails digging into the wood. 'Yes—fuck me with those fingers, slave.' Her thighs clamped around Marcus's head, smothering him in her heat. Juices soaked his face, running down his neck.

The screen blurred for a moment as her vision swam. But she refocused, compiling the first module. Hydraulics for enhanced strength—Tim lifting heavy loads, all under Marie's whim. Or pinning him down if he resisted.

Alex whined against her ass, his caged cock leaking pre-cum onto the cold floor. The denial twisted him, made him serve harder. Claudia loved that power, the way they broke for her.

She'd selected these two from her trio of locked subs. The third waited upstairs, chained in the playroom. Rotating them kept them desperate, eager to please. Just like Tim would be soon.

Marcus sucked her clit between his teeth, nibbling gently. Sparks shot through her nerves. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, walls pulsing. 'Harder—earn your breath.' He plunged deeper, thumb rubbing her clit in tandem.

Claudia's breaths came in sharp gasps. The basement air grew hotter, charged with her dominance. She saved the file, the maidbot's core AI now alive in simulation. It moved on a side screen—graceful, lethal, perfect.

Protecting Marie meant reshaping Tim. No more playboy smirks in class. He'd kneel for her daughter, cock throbbing in vain. Claudia would oversee the installation, ensure every bolt tightened right.

Orgasm built like a storm. Alex's tongue fucked her ass faster, sloppy and devoted. Marcus's mouth devoured her pussy, lips sealed around the folds. Her body tensed, toes curling in her heeled boots.

'Now—make your mistress cum!' The order cracked like a whip. Waves crashed over her. Pussy gushing slick fluid onto Marcus's tongue. Ass clenching around Alex's probing.

She rode the peak, hips grinding against their faces. Juices squirted lightly, marking them as hers. The release sharpened her focus, code flowing smoother now.

Panting, Claudia pushed them back roughly. 'Clean up and wait.' They knelt there, faces glistening, cages dripping. She turned back to the screen, the maidbot's eyes glowing virtual blue.

This creation would bind Tim forever. For Marie's happiness, her every desire fulfilled. Claudia's lips curled in a smile. The basement echoed with the soft clicks of her keys, the plan advancing one line at a time.

That evening, the manor’s upstairs living room glowed under the soft light of a crystal chandelier. The space sprawled with plush velvet sofas, antique wooden tables, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking manicured gardens.

Aromatic steam rose from the dinner plates on the low coffee table—roast chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, and crisp green beans. Claudia and Marie sat cross-legged on the rug, plates balanced on their laps, sharing a rare mother-daughter meal without distractions.

Claudia sliced into her chicken, her fork pausing mid-air. She eyed her daughter across the table, Marie’s long blonde hair tied back in a simple ponytail, her modest B-cup breasts rising gently with each breath under a loose sweater. The girl poked at her food, appetite clearly waning. Claudia set her fork down, her voice smooth but probing. 'Marie, darling, you’ve been quiet all evening. Something on your mind about Tim?'

Marie’s fork trembled, dropping a bean back to her plate. Her blue eyes, so like her mother’s, welled up instantly. She blinked hard, but tears spilled over, tracing wet paths down her cheeks. 'Mom... I know. I’ve seen it too. The way he looks at those girls in class, laughing with them after lectures. Flirting. He’s always been charming, but lately... it feels like I’m losing him. Like I’m not enough.' Her voice cracked, shoulders hunching as sobs threatened to break free.

Claudia’s expression softened, but her eyes burned with that familiar protective fire. She scooted closer on the rug, placing a manicured hand on Marie’s knee. 'Oh, my sweet girl. I’ve noticed it as well. From my office window, even on the CCTV feeds from the lecture halls. Tim’s eyes wandering, his smiles too lingering. But listen to me—this isn’t about you not being enough. It’s about how you handle him.'

Marie wiped her face with the back of her hand, sniffling. 'What do you mean? I try to be supportive, give him space for his project. I’m not pushy like those other girls.'

Claudia leaned in, her double F breasts straining against her silk blouse, the fabric whispering with the movement. Her tone shifted, authoritative yet gentle. 'Exactly, darling. You’ve always been the passive one, the submissive girlfriend who lets him lead. It’s sweet, but men like Tim—they thrive on challenge. On a woman who takes control. I believe if you stepped up, became more dominant with him, he’d respond in ways you can’t imagine. He’d crave you, not those fleeting classroom crushes.'

Marie’s tears slowed, her brow furrowing in confusion and curiosity. She dabbed at her eyes with a napkin, glancing up at her mother. 'Dominant? Like... how? I don’t even know where to start. What should I do, Mom?'

Claudia’s lips curved into a knowing smile, her thick thighs shifting as she adjusted her position. She picked up her wine glass, swirling the deep red liquid before taking a slow sip.

'It starts with something simple yet powerful: chastity. It’s a device—a cage you lock around his cock and balls. It prevents him from getting a full erection or cumming without your permission. You hold the key, literally. It shifts the power to you, makes him focus on pleasing you to earn any relief. It’s transformative, Marie. He’ll see you as the one in charge, and that playboy streak? It’ll vanish.'

Marie’s eyes widened, a flush creeping up her neck to her cheeks. Surprise flickered across her face, but beneath it, a spark ignited—almost a glint of excitement, her pupils dilating at the image of Tim’s slim swimmer’s body helpless under her command. Her small hands fidgeted with the napkin, twisting it. 'A... cage? On his dick? That sounds intense. But... controlling him like that? The thought of him needing me for everything down there... it’s kind of thrilling. How do I even go about it? Do I just ask him?'

Claudia chuckled softly, a rich, throaty sound that filled the room. She set her glass down and rose gracefully, extending a hand to her daughter. 'Not so fast, love. It takes finesse, and honestly, you’re new to this world. I have experience—plenty of it. Let me handle the first step. I’ll fit him properly, show you how it works. You can take over from there, key in hand.'

Marie hesitated for a heartbeat, then nodded, that excited glint growing brighter. She took her mother’s hand, letting Claudia pull her to her feet. 'Okay, Mom. I trust you. If this keeps him with me... I want it.'

Claudia led the way down the grand staircase, her juicy ass swaying in her fitted skirt with each step. The manor’s halls echoed softly under their heels until they descended the creaky wooden stairs to the basement. The air cooled instantly, carrying the faint tang of metal and electronics. Flicking on the lights revealed the expansive workshop: workbenches lined with tools, screens still humming from Claudia’s earlier session, and the half-assembled maidbot frame looming in the corner like a shadowy sentinel.

But Claudia steered Marie past the robot, toward a locked cabinet along the far wall. She punched in a code, the door hissing open to reveal rows of gleaming chastity devices—pink plastic cages, heavy metal ones with spikes, curved silicone sheaths, all dangling from hooks like trophies of submission. Marie’s breath caught, her eyes darting over the collection, a mix of shock and intrigue widening her gaze.

'See these?' Claudia said, gesturing with a sweep of her arm. 'Every size, every material. I’ve locked away more than a few eager boys in my time. But for Tim, we need specifics. Tell me about his cock, darling—length when hard? Girth? Any curve? Does he shave or trim?'

Marie blushed deeper, but the excitement overrode her shyness. She bit her lip, recalling intimate moments. 'Um... about six inches long when he’s erect. Not too thick, maybe five inches around. Straight, no real curve. He keeps it trimmed, not fully shaved.'

Claudia nodded approvingly, her fingers trailing over the devices until she plucked one from the rack—a flat steel chastity cage, its bars unyielding and compact, designed to press the wearer’s cock down against his balls in a humiliating pancake of denial. The lock gleamed coldly, the ring sized just right for a slim base. 'This one,’ she declared, holding it up to the light. ‘Flat steel—perfect for him. It’ll crush any attempt at arousal, keep him soft and focused on you. No erections sneaking through, no cheating with his hand. We’ll slide this ring around his balls and base, tuck his cock inside, and click it shut. Then the key’s yours, Marie. He’ll beg for your touch.'

Marie reached out tentatively, fingers brushing the cold metal. A shiver ran through her, not from the chill, but from the rush of imagined power—Tim on his knees, caged and desperate, her quiet life flipping into one of command. 'It’s... so real. When do we do this?'

Claudia closed the cabinet with a soft click, pocketing the cage. 'Soon, my girl. Very soon. For now, let’s finish dinner. You’ve got a new side to unleash.' Her smile was large, the basement lights casting long shadows as mother and daughter ascended, the device a secret weight in Claudia’s hand.

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