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Subject: {ASSM} The Cocoon - Part 1 (F/m, F+/m, NC, Reluctant, Real, Brainwashing, LT Imprisonment)
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The Cocoon

Although he had asked for it, I am sure at this point, if there is
anything of him left, he would want to take that decision back.  It's
much too late to do anything about all that now, and anyways, he most
likely would have ended up like this eventually.  Better for me that I
am the beneficiary, and it's not like I didn't try to dissuade him
from his decision.  Besides, I wouldn't want it any other way.

2 years earlier...

I am always reading the posts on Craigslist, sometimes out of boredom
and sometimes out of amusement, but always looking for a new play
thing.  It was an odd request, and I was sure that he had not gotten
many replies, so I waited a week before writing him.  I wanted him
desperate.  His posting was simple enough:

Post: 105102226@craigslist.org
Location: New York
Subject: Ruin Me
Hi, thanks for reading this.  I am searching for a woman who will treat
me like an object or a piece of property.  I have fantasized about this
for many years and am confident this is what I need.  I do not want to
think any more, I just want to be owned and turned into whatever you
wish.  Take away my humanity and mold me into what you desire.  Please
be serious, I am looking for something permanent and somewhat
non-consensual.  I appreciate your time.



I knew his type.  Likely well off and bored or stressed out with his
regular life.  His fantasies have probably gotten more and more extreme
as his stress with life has increased.  While these types of men always
wish their fantasies to be permanent, I can tell you from experience
that this only lasts until the realization that their fantasy is going
to be unending.  That's when the cold reality hits them.  That's
when the fear grips them, that's when the begging starts, and that
when the true breaking begins.  That's the part I like the most,
striping away their layers of self, peeling each back, showing it to
them, before erasing that part of them from existence.  I always marvel
at how easy it is to corner them, like prey, maneuver them to where I
want them, and then have my way with them.  I know their fantasies are
strong, and I feed on that.  I don't want the foot fetish, or the
cross dresser.  I don't want the consensual session or the safe
words.  The stronger and more extreme their fantasy, the easier my job
is, and oh how I love my job!

While I am sure that the intense nature of their fantasies make it
easier for me, I am also quite certain that my physical appearance
keeps my quarry spellbound, keeps their mind hazy, and lulls them into
accepting their fate, even while the animal part of them realizes the
danger they are in.  I know what a beautiful woman can do to a man, and
I take full advantage of it.  Long legs, perfect 34D chest, and an ass
that would make most men cry, I know my weapons well and I make sure to
use them to their fullest extent.  I was warm and tingly with
anticipation, but I would not get trigger happy just yet.  I set the
trap.

Dear Object,

How about we meet for drinks to see if we are both of the same mind.
Meet me on Friday at the Coffee Shop and we can talk at length about
what you seek.  I am serious, sincere, and wish to make both of our
dreams come true.  I will be at a table in the back, find me.


I received a reply almost immediately.  What a good sign, an eager pet,
this will be so much fun...

Friday
I saw him walk in and knew right away I was right about my intuition.
He was eager, almost obsessed with his need.  I could see it in his
eyes as he searched the bar for me.  My heart was racing as our eyes
met, and he approached the table.

"Hi, I hope I am not late" he spat out as he hurriedly took off his
coat and sat at the bench across from me.  I was early, I always like
to see them coming, and also make them feel uncomfortable to get the
upper hand.

"It's nice to meet you," I offered my hand and smiled.  "Why
don't you tell me a little bit about yourself and what it is that you
are looking for.  I am quite experienced in making reality out of
dreams, no matter how extreme, so please don't hold anything back.  I
want to know everything, and I promise I will be honest with you about
fulfilling your desires."

He took a deep breath and looked around for the waitress.  "Well, I
don't know where to begin.  But I have always been submissive, ever
since I can remember.  I have had many 'sessions' with professional
dominatrixes, and while it seems to help, after a few days I find that
my hunger to be dominated only grows stronger.  That's why I am
looking for something permanent, and I am willing to compensate you for
that.  I need to be objectified and dehumanized in the most extreme way
possible.  I have had fantasies of being caged forever or turned into a
coffee table or other piece of furniture.  Things like that.  Your
email was the only one which sounded serious, so here I am."  He
paused to catch my reaction.  I cut him off.

"I understand what you are looking for.  But I also need you to
understand, to do what you request requires a lot of planning and
preparation to do it correctly.  I know we have only just met, but you
do seem sincere and I want you to know I understand what you need.  But
I also want to make it clear, the only way I can make this a reality is
if I have your full cooperation."

I studied his face.  I knew he was turned on.  How could any man not
be?  I was wearing a corset which accentuated my chest, and the silver
chain hanging between my breasts only emphasized my femininity.  My
hair was pulled back into a bun, tight and stern.  My lips were glossy
and my eyes were boring holes into him.  He was losing himself in my
beauty, drinking in the poison which would weaken him and drive him on,
propel him past that point of no return.  Oh this was the best part,
but I had to hide my excitement.

"If you are as serious as you claim to be, we can proceed.  But this
is going to have to be your decision.  I want you to think about it
over the weekend, because once you start down this road, it will be
difficult to back out of it.  It is a serious choice, and you have to
be certain it is what you really want."

I could see the disappointment in his face.  He wanted to start today,
maybe play a little more and satisfy his urges.  I was going to have
none of that, but I would use my charms to coax his decision and push
him the way I wanted him to go.  I surprised him next.

"Go to the bathroom and open this," I handed him a small box.
"Put it on, make sure it fits, and then when you come back, sit next
to me here on the couch."  I caught him off guard, but with an eager
heart he took the box and left the table.

He returned from the bathroom, smiling, and sat next to me.

"I hope it fits well,"  I said without even looking at him.  I took
my napkin, draped it over his crotch and unzipped his trousers.
"There we go," I mused as I slid a sliver lock onto his chastity
device and closed it with a satisfying "click."  His cock was
engorged and completely filled the device, it must have been difficult
for him to get into this.  My red fingernails brushed along the plastic
and steel contraption before I zipped him back up.

"Pay for the tab, I will email you my number and some instructions
tonight.  Call me on Sunday.  If you are still of the same mind, we
will meet Sunday night and proceed.  If you change your mind, I will
mail you the key and you will never see me or hear from me again."  I
kissed him on the cheek and flashed the key to his imprisoned manhood
in front of him before I dropped it in my Prada bag and walked away
from the table.  I knew he was watching me leave, how my short skirt
moved over my ass, how my high heels clicked along the tile floor,
watching his fantasy walk purposefully out of the restaurant.


Dear Object,

I hope your weekend has been introspective.  If you still wish to
continue, gather the following items and bring these with you when we
meet tonight.

Put your drivers license, creditcards, social security card, passport,
and birth certificate into a zip lock bag and seal it.  Take all of
your monthly bills, financial records and titles to any assets you own
and put them in a folder, labeling everything clearly.  Print out this
power of attorney form I have attached, fill it out, sign it, and also
put it in the folder.  Lastly, write down all of your email accounts
and passwords, print it out, and bring this along as well.

Call me as soon as this is finished.  If you decide not to follow
through, simply email me your address and I will send a messenger to
deliver your key to you tomorrow.

Princess


I attached a picture of my cleavage, showing the key to his chastity
belt hanging around my neck.  A little reminder of his position and a
little insurance to push him over the edge.

The phone rang 2 hours later.  He sounded desperate.  His need had only
amplified over the weekend.  I probably didn't need to email him the
picture, but I don't like to leave things to chance.

"Please, I need to see you tonight.  I have thought about nothing
else all weekend and I know this is what I want."  He was panting.

"Meet me in one hour on the corner of 14th and Broadway, next to the
Diesel store."  Was all I said and then I hung up.  I tossed the
disposable cell phone into the trashcan as I walked out of the bar,
confident the wheels were in motion.

He didn't recognize me at first.  My hair was down and I looked like
any other Sunday afternoon shopper in Union Square.  My smile melted
his worried face and he approached me, hold a bag with the items I had
requested.  "Give me the bag once we get in the cab, don't say a
word until we get to my apartment," I instructed as I hailed the
yellow cab which would speed him to his destiny.

The ride to my apartment was delicious.  I rummaged through his pockets
and took his cell phone, wallet and keys and placed them in my purse.
As the cab approached my apartment, I paid the driver and led my new
boy out of the cab and into my building.  Once we walked through the
doorway, I led him down the long hallway to my study.  I sat at my desk
and motioned for him to sit in down across from me.  I looked through
the bag he had.  Everything was there.  I took the zip lock bag and set
it aside.  The folder was neatly arranged, all of his personal
information, his bills, the deed to his condo, the email accounts and
passwords, everything was in order.

"Well, you still have a chance to back out," I intoned seductively,
taking out the Power of Attorney document and placing it on the oak
desk.  I could tell his heart was racing.  He was thinking that this
was finally it.  Little did he know it was merely the beginning, just
the start of his long journey, only the tip of his iceberg.  "Once I
sign this, I am going to have it notarized and filed with my attorney.
Do you understand?"  I leaned over the desk, allowing him to see the
key hanging between my breasts, making sure his excitement fogged up
his brain, letting him slip away into his fantasy.  I could feel the
web of his desire binding him as he nodded.  I signed the paper,
smiling, and then asked him to turn around.  There was a camera in the
corner.  I handed him a piece of paper and then turned the camera on.

"Read this into the camera, this is for both of our safety," I
lied.

"I hereby give the power of attorney to the undersigned and take this
step with a clear mind and without any reservations.  This is a
binding, contractual document between me and the undersigned.  I make
this pronouncement of my own free will and fully understand all the
consequences regarding it..."  He continued on, reading the
prearranged statement I had made for him.  It was very legal and very,
very thorough.  Once he finished I stopped the video camera and took
out the tape, placing it securely in my safe with the signed paperwork
and other documents.

"Ok, perfect," I said as I closed the safe, grabbed the zip lock
bag, and told him to follow me into a separate attaching room.  Once he
was there, I instructed him to lie down on the couch.  The room looked
like a psychiatrist's office.  I wanted to comfort him before I
brought the hammer down upon the reality of his situation.

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