A Tale From the Enchantrix Femdom Dungeon

Hey there kinksters! I certainly hope you learned from that ferocious redhead Miss Michaela’s tale yesterday. Traversing a haunted Femdom Dungeon is tricky AF and taking lessons to heart such as about being careful what you wish for certainly may help you get out of here unscathed. But I doubt it. There are several more dungeon rooms on your journey, each with their own perils and punishments.

If you are woefully lost and are confused about why all the Enchantrix blogs are overrun with ghoulies, witches, and genies – don’t fret pet. It’s just spooky season! Which means the return of the Enchantrix Halloween Blog Train. This year we are doing something extra fun, and are giving away FREE PHONE SEX to a lucky few adventurers. Listen to the Tales From the Enchantrix Femdom Dungeon and listen for the numeric Dungeon Keys hidden within the audios. Collect all 31 keys and send them off to support@enchantrixempire.com on Nov 1st for your chance to win! Click the media bar on the bottom of this post to hear my tale and listen closely to find my hidden Dungeon Key!

Welcome to the Enchantrix Femdom Dungeon’s Toy Room!

After spending time in the woods, feeding my giant cock monsters, I always like to destress by coming to my favorite room in the Enchantrix Femdom Dungeon. The toy room. Maybe it’s the way the scent of leather and leather care products fill the room. We do keep so many floggers, whips, harnesses and collars in here and that’s a smell that can live rent free in my nostrils forever. Or maybe it’s the imagining of what I would do with those things along with the dozens of dildos and sissy wardrobe items that we tuck away into this storage room after we are done with them. I just love it in here.

But my favorite thing in this room is the sinister dark trunk in the corner. It’s dusty, it’s oozing something foul, and it smells of mildew, but contained within are items of immense power and dangerous consequences.

Cursed BDSM Toys

Come take a look into my deliciously evil trunk of toys. Here in lies a chastity cage that is said that when worn, all the wearer’s endeavors will turn to their favor. But at a great cost. For each day that the cage is worn, a day is removed from your total lifespan. There is a ball gag here that worn once will compel the wearer to always speak the truth, revealing their deepest, darkest, secrets and desires. A blindfold that allows the user to “see” the fate of anyone who’s bare flesh they touch while wearing it. A pair of panties that will make you appear as the most beautiful woman in the world to others, but will curse you to forever see yourself as a disgusting, decrepit, ogre.

But let me tell you the tale of one of my favorite toys from this sinister chest. A humble little metal cock ring.

The Cursed Cockring

(Skip to the audio below to listen to this spooky tale!)

Jake was having one hell of a day. One hell of a week. A lifetime really. He was in his mid-thirties, an average man with mousy brown hair and a couple of absent-minded freckles dancing across his nose. Life had not been particularly kind to Jake; he rarely attracted the attention of women and his career seemed to be perpetually on a downward slope. But he was a good guy. He knew he’d make some woman really happy one day if one of them would just give him a chance. 

And Jake had his eyes set on making one particular woman very happy! He had finally worked up the courage to ask the cute barista from his favorite coffee shop out on a date. Her name was Jenn. Jenn had been Jake’s primary spank bank material for months. She was so sweet and cute, and Jake spent hours fantasizing about what she would be like beneath the bed sheets. About how good her tight round ass would feel and the lustful look she would give him as she looked over her shoulder while he plowed her from behind. 

Jake had been frequenting the coffee shop for months. Always chatting with Jenn. Laughing and making jokes with her. He learned her schedule and made sure to stop by whenever she was working. If only to catch a glimpse of her. 

Jake had been reading online about how semen retention could make a man more confident and successful with women. He was so desperate to make her his, he was willing to do whatever it took! So for weeks he had been edging himself, all while thinking about Jenn and how perfect her pussy would feel. 

And today was supposed to be the day. 

“I’m sorry. I have a boyfriend”

Are you fucking serious Jake fumed to himself! Replaying the brutal rejection over and over again in his head as he walked home. For months she had been leading him on, and now all of a sudden she had a boyfriend!?! Women these days were such fucking cock teases he thought bitterly as the sky opened up and let loose a cascade of rain around him.

Yeah. It was one really fucked up day.

He couldn’t believe that she would turn him down like that. And now it was pouring! Jake’s balls ached as he marched down the rain slicked sidewalk. It had been so long since his last orgasm. He remembered there was a little basement sex shop down this street. He had never been inside, but the neon glow from the XXX and Adults Only signs made the place hard to miss and clearly advertised the titillating things he would find inside.

The lack of release, his anger towards Jenn, and the torrential downpour made Jake’s mind up for him and he beelined towards the shop.

The bell above the door tinkled softly as he stepped in, his eyes adjusting to the dim light that fought against the shadows lurking in every corner. The air was thick with the scent of leather, basement must and something deeper, something that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

As he wiped water from his brow, a figure caught his eye— a beautiful woman standing by the counter, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders like a silken waterfall, her lips painted a deep crimson. Her emerald-green dress hugged her figure, and her eyes glinted like shards of glass.

“Welcome,” she purred, her voice soft and inviting. “I see you’ve found your way into my den of debauchery. Are you in search of something… special?”

There was something both intoxicating and unsettling about her presence. Jake managed a nervous smile, but he felt immediately drawn toward her, despite a nagging sense of caution whispering in the back of his mind. He never thought there could be a woman as beautiful as his beloved Jenn and he was a little dumbfounded to be in the presence of such a Goddess. 

As their conversation flowed, the woman introduced herself as Lilith. She moved with such grace, and her laughter rung with an air of musical brilliance. Jake had never before found himself talking to a woman with such ease. Before he knew it he had told her all about Jenn, how she rejected him and even about how achey his blue balls had become!

“Oh you poor thing” Lilith cooed at him. My god how her voice was able to lull him. “You know, I have just the thing a guy like you needs”

She led him to a solitary display case perched on a dusty table. Inside lay an ornate metal cockring, its silver band intricately engraved with swirling patterns that seemed to shift when observed closely. Jake pushed the strange movement of the markings aside. A simple trick of the dim sex shop lighting.

“This,” Lilith said, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper, “Cockring has mystical properties. For men it deems to be worthy, it will make you absolutely irresistible to women. Wear this ring around your cock and you could have any woman you desire Jake.”

Jake’s eyes widened, he didn’t remember introducing himself to the seductive Goddess before him, but he brushed it off, his eyes transfixed on the silver cockring. 

“Can this ring really make me irresistible to women?” Jake whined looking up at the shop keeper.

Lilith smirked, her gaze locking onto his. “Absolutely darling. Men which the cockring deems worthy of female attention are bestowed with the good looks and charm that will turn any woman into a wild sex kitten for him”

“What if it doesn’t think a man is worthy?” Jake questioned, his mind racing to thoughts of Jenn.

“Those unworthy… well, let’s just say they are met with a different fate. Would you like to try it on?”

“What? Here? Now?” Jake exclaimed his eyes darting around the empty shop. 

“Oh yes” Lillith purred. “I do love to watch. Let me see you slip this ring onto your cock Jake”

Jake hesitated but ultimately gave in to the thrill of possibility. It wasn’t everyday a beautiful woman wanted to see his dick! And if what the mysterious shopkeeper said was true, Jenn would be begging for him to give her a chance! 

With a deep breath, Jake dropped his pants around his ankles, his cock sprung out, already hard from the naughtiness of stripping down in the open. He slipped the cock ring onto his erect penis, and an electric warmth spread through him, igniting his senses.

For a moment, he felt invincible—images of luxury, adoration, and Jenn’s perfect breasts flooded his mind, and he thought perhaps this was his turning point. But as the visions grew, so did a sudden pressure around his cock. The warmth shifted into an uncomfortable squeeze, and he glanced down in horror.

The silver band began to close tighter, biting into his flesh. He yanked at it, panic flooding through him as he realized it wasn’t budging. “What’s happening?” he shouted, his confidence evaporating like mist in the dawn. 

“Not everyone is deserving, Jake,” Lilith murmured excitedly.” Her eyes flickered with a mix of pleasure and malice.

“Please! Take it off!” Jake pleaded, but the ring only tightened more, an excruciating constriction, crushing his cock with merciless and unbearable force. Lilith’s musical laughter turned wicked and filled the room.

With one final, agonizing squeeze, the ring clenched its last. Jake screamed as the incredible pain intensified, and with a sickening pop, the cockring, and his cock along with it, vanished into thin air, leaving nothing but smooth skin.

Do YOU Dare Try a Cursed Toy?

So tell me pet, are you brave enough to try one of my cursed BDSM toys? Which one will you chance? The lucky chastity cage that sends you to an early grave? The blindfold that lets you see the future? The ballgag of truth? The magical panties that makes you appear as a beautiful woman to everyone but yourself? Or would you face my little cockring’s test of worthiness for the woman of your dreams?

Please let me know in the comments!

To continue your Tales From the Enchantrix Femdom Dungeon, be sure to check out Mistress Roxie’s tale to collect your Dungeon Key tomorrow.

(Also. For the record. I WON THE ENCHANTRIX FEMDOM DUNGEON THIS YEAR. I got to be between two of the sexiest redheads in The Empire. How fucking awesome is THAT!?!?!)