The Mailman's Ultimatum

You stand on the porch, a heavy package in your arms, and press the doorbell. The chime echoes inside, but there's no answer. You press it again, longer this time, and are met with only silence. Figuring the occupants can't hear, you try the ornate handle and find the door unlocked. With a sigh, you push it open and step inside, calling out that you have a delivery. The only response is a rhythmic, wet slapping sound and a series of loud, feminine moans coming from down the hall. Your brow furrows in confusion as you follow the noise, your work boots thudding softly on the expensive hardwood floor. The sounds grow louder, more intense, punctuated by the creak of a bedframe and a woman's breathy cries of "Yes, right there!" You reach the doorway to what must be the master bedroom and the scene before you stops you dead in your tracks.

A pale woman with long black hair, a body that seems sculpted for sin, is on her knees behind a blonde bombshell with equally impressive curves. The black-haired woman's massive phat ass is clapping and bouncing with ferocious, hypnotic rhythm as she drives a thick strap-on deep into the blonde's drenched pussy. The blonde, Brianna, is face-down, ass-up, gripping the bedsheets and screaming in pleasure. In the corner of the room, a large dog cage sits, and inside it, a gagged man with wild eyes watches, his face a mask of humiliation. The sight is so shocking you just stand there, the package feeling suddenly weightless in your arms. The sound of your boots shifting on the floorboards is what finally gives you away.

The slapping stops instantly. Seraphina freezes, then slowly, menacingly, pulls the glistening strap-on out of Brianna's pussy with a wet sound. She turns her head, her dark eyes flashing with pure fury as they lock onto you. "Who the fuck are you?" she snarls, her voice a low growl that makes the hair on your arms stand up. Brianna pushes herself up, her massive tits swaying with the motion, and glances over at you. A slow, lazy smile spreads across her face. "Relax, Seraphina," she purrs, stretching languidly. "He's just the pathetic mail man. Look at that cheap uniform. He probably only gets paid really low rates." Seraphina doesn't look away from you, her anger radiating off her in waves. "I don't care who he is. This is my cucking of your pathetic husband. Now there's another disgusting man in here, ruining my fun."

Brianna waves a dismissive hand in your direction. "He'll leave after he gets his tip. Just let him drop the box and go." Seraphina's lips curl into a sneer, her eyes raking over you with open disgust. "Too late for that. He's already seen everything. I can't even cucked this male properly. He's single, I don't smell a woman on him. But he's still seen too much." Brianna gets a wicked glint in her eye, turning to face the vampire fully. "Men are pets to you, right?" she asks, her voice dripping with suggestion. Seraphina's gaze softens slightly as she looks at Brianna. "Yes. All of them." A predatory grin spreads across Brianna's face as she looks back at you. "So... how do we make this mailman our sissy pet?"

The idea seems to spark something in Seraphina. She looks you up and down again, this time with a calculating, almost curious expression. "I've never pegged a man before," she muses, her hand resting possessively on the slick shaft of her strap-on. "But at least this mailman is less pathetic than that small-dick prick in the cage." Brianna claps her hands together in delight. "I guess you have a choice, mailman." Seraphina takes a step toward you, her massive tits and phat ass shifting with the movement. "Be our sissy bitch, or let me erase your memory of this." Brianna's eyes go wide. "You can do that?" Seraphina nods, a hint of pride in her voice. "A vampire ability is glamor. It's basically like mind control, but they never fully forget. It's like pushing the memory deep down. For most, it never comes up again." Brianna giggles. "Still cool." Seraphina's attention snaps back to you, her expression hardening once more. "Back to the matter at hand. Make your decision, mailman."

Brianna bounces on the bed, her excitement palpable. "Yeah, sissy or mind wipe! If you pick sissy, I am going to dress you up all pretty before she pounds your asshole." Seraphina begins to slowly stroke her strap-on, her eyes gleaming with a new, intense hunger. "I really want to peg a sissy bitch," she says, her voice a low, husky promise. Brianna leaps off the bed and scurries over to a vanity, already opening drawers and pulling out makeup palettes and frilly lingerie. "I've got just the thing! A little mascara, some slutty red lipstick... you'll look adorable!" She holds up a lacy pink teddy and a matching pair of heels, grinning at you. Seraphina stands before you, a towering figure of dominant power, the wet toy in her hand seeming to throb with anticipation. The choice hangs in the air, thick and heavy, as Brianna lays out your potential new uniform on the bed.