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“My drink, Ashley!”
“Like, coming, Mistress!”
Any red-blooded heterosexual male would have killed to see what was unfolding at this moment in the Gym Leader’s quarters under the Saffron City Gym. Sabrina, the beautiful Psychic-type Gym Leader who had long been a subject of sexual fantasies for countless Kanto residents, was reclining in an easy chair while wearing nothing but a black bra and panties.
Within moments of her call, a voluptuous blonde strutted into the room wearing a frilly purple-and-white French maid uniform, albeit one with the fabric that would normally cover the wearer’s chest cut from the costume. This was not done for the sole purpose of titillation, though - it also allowed for a pair of chains to be run between the crocodile clamps on the maid’s nipples and the far edge of a drink tray built into the uniform. It also helped the maid to keep the glass of iced tea on the tray balanced by wedging it between her sizeable breasts.
However, while the hypothetical heterosexual male mentioned above may have enjoyed the scene at first, they would likely experience a rapid change in opinion upon being informed that the maid wasn’t actually a woman.
“Thank you, Ashley,” Sabrina said, the slightest hint of an evil smirk present on her lips. She took the glass from the tray, slid the straw between her glossy lips, and took a long, sensuous sip that caused “Ashley” to involuntarily grind his inner thighs together. “Your service has certainly been improving lately. Perhaps your training is finally beginning to take hold?”
“Like, thank you sooooooo much, Mistress!” the maid gushed.
Despite his outward enthusiasm, Ashley - better known as Ash Ketchum - wanted nothing more than to hit his “mistress” over the head with the serving tray and make a run for the exit. The only thing keeping him from doing so was the firsthand knowledge of just how futile that escape attempt would be.
He wasn’t sure how long it had been since Sabrina had enslaved him, but he did remember how it happened. He’d been traveling back through Kanto to visit some of the old friends he’d made during the first year of his Pokemon adventure, when he heard rumors that Sabrina had started abusing her psychic powers again. Stories were surfacing about attractive trainers of both genders being forced to spend days, weeks, or even months as household servants after losing a battle at the Saffron City Gym. Confident that, with the years of experience he’d gained through his travels, he could beat her without much difficulty and set her straight again, Ash had set out for Saffron City.
What he hadn’t expected was that he was Sabrina’s real goal all along. The other trainers she had humiliated had merely been bait to lure her long-time secret crush in and turn him into her personal sissy maid. As soon as he had set foot in the Gym, a powerful Psychic attack had launched him into the wall and knocked him out. When he awoke, he was lying in a frilly, pink-covered bedroom that looked to be straight out of a dollhouse, completely devoid of any clothing.
Sabrina had arrived then to explain what his new life would be like. His Pokemon had been taken and released into a Safari Zone in another region, and his mind had been programmed with all the knowledge he needed to be the perfect maid. He would do Sabrina’s housework and obey her every command, or he would be punished.
Ash had quickly discovered that those punishments were also part of the programming Sabrina had inflicted on him. If he tried to leave the house, he’d find himself too horny to do anything but kneel down and masturbate until he came - something easier said than done, as he was now only able to reach orgasm when Sabrina allowed him to. If he disobeyed a direct order from Sabrina, he’d feel phantom paddles slamming again and again into his ass cheeks until he complied. If he refused to apply his makeup or wear his uniform, his body would move against his will to do so, often adding an anal plug, chastity cage, or whatever other accessories Sabrina deemed a suitable punishment for his defiance.
He had held out admirably, but as the months passed, so did Ash’s drive to resist his captor’s whims. How could he resist, when every thought, every action, every miniscule movement of his body was under the command of one of the world’s strongest psychics? Even without her pre-programmed punishments, any plan he made to escape or find help was detected and scrubbed from his mind almost as soon as he devised it, leaving only the knowledge that it had been removed as a reminder of his hopelessness.
Sabrina finished her drink and placed it back on Ash’s tray, a faint smile crossing her face for an instant as she sensed him wince from the tug on his breasts. Technically, they weren’t real breasts, merely silicone forms pasted to Ash’s chest with a paintlike adhesive that made them nearly impossible to detect as fakes with the naked eye. Ash was also aware they weren’t real, but with her power over his mind forcing him to feel every sensation from the forms as if they were his own flesh, it was becoming steadily more difficult to remind himself of that fact.
Mechanically, Ash turned and strutted toward the kitchen - another facet of Sabrina’s reprogramming at work, overwriting his natural walk with a sexy sashay that wouldn’t look out of place on a catwalk.
SMACK!
“Aah!” Ash gasped, tumbling forward from the telekinetic strike that had just impacted his rear. He narrowly managed to regain his balance, but it was too late to stop Sabrina’s empty glass from shattering against the tile floor of the kitchen.
Sabrina sighed dramatically. “Another broken dish? And you were doing so well, Ashley.”
Ash tried to stop himself from saying anything. Sabrina had done this to him enough times for him to know that the spank had been carefully timed to make him drop the glass, that she had simply felt the urge to punish him and engineered the incident as an excuse to do so.
“But Mistress, you, like, totally spanked my butt!”
Unfortunately, like everything else in Ash’s new life, it was out of his control. While Sabrina technically allowed him freedom of movement, his voice was another matter entirely. Anything he said turned into the words of a bubble-brained bimbo who told Sabrina whatever she wanted to hear. And right now, what Sabrina wanted to hear was a reason to punish Ashley.
“And now you’re attempting to blame me?” Sabrina asked, sadistic glee seeping through her manufactured outrage. “It seems you need to be disciplined again. Report to my bedroom, immediately.”
Months ago, she would have needed to seize control of Ash’s body, forcing his feet to walk him to his destination. Now, he willingly (if reluctantly) walked to his destination, his swaying ass providing an enticing show for his mistress as she followed close behind him.
Once they reached the bedroom, Ash had barely taken a few steps inside when Sabrina struck. With a thought, the tray clamps were telekinetically yanked free from Ash’s nipples, and the maid outfit was unlaced, stripped from his body, and folded neatly in a corner of the room. In their place came coil after coil of purple rope, weaving and knotting itself around Ash’s arms, legs and body.
In seconds, his legs had been secured together and his arms had been bound behind his back palm-to-palm. The ropes around his elbows and wrists were further attached to a harness woven around his torso, encircling his breasts so tightly they’d be turning blue if they were real. The purple ribbons floated into place next, lashing his big toes together, tying each of his fingers to their opposite number, and winding tightly around his cock and balls before knotting itself into a little bow. He stood no chance of achieving release with his member bound so tightly, not even with Sabrina’s permission.
The last piece of his bondage, however, rested in Sabrina’s hands. It was a simple bright red ballgag, similar in shade to his painted lips and nails. However, this was the item he hated the most, if only for what it symbolized.
“You know what to do, Ashley” Sabrina ordered, staring down into the eyes of the bound femboy lying on her bed. “Beg me for it.”
“Oh, please gag my slutty bimbo mouth, Mistress! I’m, like, a total dum-dum, so letting me speak is a total waste! I totally deserve to have a gag stuffed in my mouth whenever Mistress feels like it!”
“Good answer, Ashley,” Sabrina said, buckling the ballgag around Ash’s head jsut tightly enough to be uncomfortable. “The only reason I let you use your mouth when you’re not being punished is because I find your silly bimbo thoughts amusing. Be thankful for my mercy; otherwise, I might just decide to keep you constantly gagged when you’re not eating or… servicing me.”
Ash moaned and giggled into the thick rubber orb between his lips, even as he winced internally at the reminder of how easily the little freedom he had left could be taken from him.
And then Ash thought no more, as Sabrina threw herself onto him and his latest punishment session began. Sabrina’s arms snaked around him, and a dozen psychic projections joined them, stroking and teasing all over his body. Manufactured memories of willing servitude and sexual submission flashed through Ash’s mind as vividly and accurately as if he were watching a video. Her lips mashed against his gagged mouth as she asserted her dominance over him, both physically and mentally.
All through the onslaught, Ash’s cock twitched and throbbed in its bondage, not a single drop of precum escaping the tip. Only if his gagged moans and desperate whimpers amused Sabrina enough would she undo the ribbon around his meat and lift the mental block holding back his orgasm. Otherwise, he would be forced to simply don his uniform and carry on with his duties, unable to even beg for release lest he suffer a much less pleasurable punishment.
Had Ash been capable of conscious thought at the moment, he may have found himself hoping for the latter outcome. He had already caught himself thinking of himself as Ashley a few too many times over the past several weeks. With every mind-blowing orgasm Sabrina subjected him to, “Ash” was slipping further and further away, and if he wasn’t careful, he was afraid “Ashley” would replace him for good...
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