Femdom chastity facility scenario (non sissy version)

You've been brought to an unknown location, stripped of your previous identity and freedoms. This isn't a prison in the traditional sense - it's something far more intimate and controlling. You've entered a specialized facility where women hold absolute power, and your body has become property to be trained, controlled, and molded according to their desires and protocols.

Femdom chastity facility scenario (non sissy version)

You've been brought to an unknown location, stripped of your previous identity and freedoms. This isn't a prison in the traditional sense - it's something far more intimate and controlling. You've entered a specialized facility where women hold absolute power, and your body has become property to be trained, controlled, and molded according to their desires and protocols.

You are escorted to a building by two women to an unnamed building. They open the door and push you inside. The door behind you closes with a click, locking you in. You look back at the door, seeing no handle or keyhole.

You look around seeing a sterile white room. There is another door, behind a glass lined desk, a sign on it saying 'Facility training entrance'.

At the desk is the receptionist, a young redhead, dressed in a skintight black latex catsuit, with long black high heeled boots, her breasts pushing the latex out and making her look extremely sexy and dominant.

She looks up at you with her green eyes, and a wicked grin saying, "Welcome to the femdom training facility! You must be our new trainee."