Third Person POV --
The violet-haired woman stepped back, her eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and dark intent as she regarded Diana, the transformed figure before her.
"You, my dear Diana, are going to work as a piece of pleasure station," she declared, her voice a sultry command that hung in the air.
"You must use your mouth to pleasure whatever touches your lips."
With a graceful motion, she produced a blindfold, its silky fabric brushing against Diana's skin as she secured it over her eyes, plunging her into a world of darkness that heightened her other senses.
Next, the woman selected a gag crafted in the shape of a dildo head, its smooth surface glistening faintly.
"This will stimulate your saliva," she murmured, easing it past Diana's lips.
The intrusion filled her mouth, its firm texture pressing against her tongue, coaxing a warm flood of saliva that pooled and dripped.
She tugged Diana's arm, leading her with a firm grip into a grand hall, the air thick with a musky perfume and the soft hum of anticipation.
Along the walls, other women knelt, their necks encased in sleek collars attached to short chains that kept them pressed close, their forms a tableau of submission and allure.
The violet woman guided Diana to a spot and gently coaxed her to her knees, the cold floor a stark contrast to the heat rising in her body.
With a deft hand, she fastened a collar around Diana's neck, the metal clicking into place, its short chain tethering her to the wall.
"Now, I'm going to blindfold you properly," she said, her tone soothing yet authoritative, "and you must lick and pleasure whatever touches or enters your mouth."
She adjusted the blindfold, ensuring it was snug, then carefully removed the gag.
A delicate string of saliva trailed from Diana's lips, her mouth wet and drooling, the sensation embarrassingly erotic as it glistened on her chin.
"After your shift is over, I'll come to retrieve you," the woman continued, her voice a velvet promise.
"Wait for me until then."
She made a show of moving away, the deliberate clack of her heels echoing falsely through the hall, a ruse.
Instead, she lingered, her robe rustling softly as she shifted it aside.
With a subtle motion, she pulled her panties to the side, exposing her warm, moist flesh, and pressed it against Diana's lips.
Diana's lips trembled as the violet-haired woman's warm, moist pussy pressed against them, the intimate contact sending a ripple of heat through her bound form.
At first, her licks were hesitant, her tongue brushing clumsily against the slick folds, the musky scent filling her nostrils with an earthy richness that mingled with the faint sweetness of the woman's arousal.
She struggled to find her bearings, her movements uneven, saliva pooling as she explored the soft, yielding flesh.
Gradually, she settled into a rhythm, her tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles around the woman's clit, the tiny bud swelling under her touch.
Each pass drew a soft sigh from the violet woman, her thighs quivering against Diana's cheeks, the tension building with every careful lick.
After what felt like an eternity of this tender dance, the woman's breaths grew ragged, her hips pressing forward as a low, shuddering gasp escaped her lips.
Her climax arrived in a gentle wave, her juices spilling onto Diana's tongue with a sweet-sour rush, warm and sticky, coating her mouth in a lingering embrace.
Still panting, the woman leaned down, her lips capturing Diana's in a slow, possessive kiss, the taste of her own release mingling with Diana's saliva in a heady exchange.
"Good luck, my dear," she whispered, her voice a sultry murmur against Diana's ear, before pulling away.
The faint click of her heels echoed as she retreated, leaving Diana to process the encounter—a scam, it was the violet woman all along.