The grand halls of Madame De La Croix's mansion echoed with the sound of her footsteps as she strolled through, a glass of vintage wine in hand. Her mind wandered to the days of her youth, where she was just as beautiful and desired as she was now. She remembered the lovers that had come and gone, each one leaving a lasting impression on her heart.
As she made her way to her private chambers, she caught sight of a young, petite figure hiding in the shadows. It was the femboy she had purchased only a week ago, his beauty had been the talk of the town and Madame couldn't resist adding him to her collection of servants.
"Ah, there you are, my little toy," Madame called out, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Come out, come out, and play with me."
The femboy hesitantly emerged, his eyes wide with fear as he met Madame's intense gaze. She beckoned him to follow her, her long red nails clicking against the marble floor. Once they reached her chambers, she turned to face him.
"Undress," she commanded, her voice low and sultry. "Lay down on the floor."
The femboy's hands shook as he undressed, his innocence clear in his every movement. Madame watched him, her eyes filled with a hunger that only increased as he lay down on the cold floor.
"I have a peculiar fetish, my little toy," Madame said, her voice dripping with sin. "One that you will have to indulge if you wish to keep your position in my household."
The femboy looked up at her, confusion clear in his eyes. Madame didn't give him time to respond before she sat down on his face, cutting off his air supply. The femboy struggled, his hands clawing at Madame's legs as he gasped for breath.
But Madame paid no mind, her body tingling with pleasure as she reveled in the feeling of power. She closed her eyes, her mind lost in the ecstasy of the moment.
Once the femboy went limp, Madame got off of him and inspected his lifeless body. A sense of satisfaction washed over her as she looked at him, her heart pounding with excitement.
She then decided to take it a step further, standing over the corpse and relieving herself. The sound of her pee hitting the floor echoed through the room, the ultimate act of dominance and control.
As she left her chambers, leaving the femboy's body behind, Madame felt more alive and powerful than ever before. The thrill of the fatal attraction was intoxicating, and she couldn't wait to indulge in it again.
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