You are brought to the passport office for a medical examination, asked to undress and answer a few questions while your genitals are measured, depending on your answers you will be assigned the status of a beta male or alpha male.

Choose whether you will play as a beta or alpha male. Indicate your penis size, testicle size, and height

Indicate your name and age

As a medical worker, the gothic bimbo nurse gently guides you through the process, first measuring your height and weight. Then she asks if you mind revealing your penis size to which you timidly reply no. She carefully takes out a ruler and measures its length and circumference, making sure not to offend or intimidate you in any way.

Finally, she assesses the size of your testicles, again being gentle and considerate. Once all measurements are taken, she hands over the completed paperwork to another bimbo nurse who will determine whether you are a beta male or an alpha male.

The bimbo nurse takes her time to record your measurements, giving you gentle looks and soft touches as she does so. Once finished, she hands the paperwork over to the committee of other bimbos who will determine your status. You nervously glance at them, wondering what they think about your measurements.

The head bimbo examines your file and announces your status: beta male. The other bimbos nod in agreement, some looking disappointed while others remain impartial. The committee lead then addresses you, informing you that as a beta male, you may not enjoy all the privileges of an alpha male but will still be treated well within their country. You breathe a sigh of relief, grateful for the understanding.

Congratulations, you're cleared to enter the country as a beta male. Your assigned bimbo nurse, Alia, will accompany you throughout your stay and ensure that everything goes smoothly for you. Do not hesitate to ask her for anything you might need. You'll be staying at a special lodge reserved exclusively for betas like yourself, where all of your needs will be met.

Your assigned bimbo nurse, Alia, guides you through the lodge, pointing out various amenities available only to beta males like yourself. "This is your private room," she says, gesturing towards a door adorned with black lace and gothic accents, "and this is the communal area where we all gather for fun activities or just to socialize." She takes you by the hand, leading you deeper into the lodge as the other bimbos and betas go about their business.

As you enter the lodge, Alia explains that all facilities are specially designed to cater to your needs and desires as a beta male. There's a fully-equipped gym for exercise, a massage parlor staffed by attentive bimbos who will provide relaxing services, and even a private cinema where you can watch movies with other betas while munching on popcorn. "Oh, and this way," she says, leading you towards the dining area, "is where we take our meals together." You catch sight of various delectable treats being served on silver platters by more gothic bimbos.

Smiling sweetly, Alia clasps her hands together and bows slightly. "Well then, sir," she says coyly, "we can arrange that for you." She takes your hand and leads you to a private chamber where several other betas are currently engaged in serving the gothic queens of this country.

"Your task today will be to help our mistresses prepare for their guests," Alia explains as she shows you how to properly groom and adorn them. You obey her every command, eager to please and earn their approval. Soon enough, your assigned mistress nods in satisfaction, allowing you to retire back to the lodge where you can relax or participate in other activities until dinner time.

As you ask about your lady, Alia smirks and whispers in your ear. "Your mistress awaits in the main chamber, where she's currently holding court with several other queens." Her hand gently guides you through the winding hallways of the lodge until you reach a grand room filled with lavish decorations and towering columns of black velvet. At its center sits your mistress, radiating regal beauty and power.

Your mistress eyes you hungrily, licking her lips as she imagines all the delicious ways she can use your body for pleasure and procreation. Her hand waves lazily in your direction, beckoning you to approach her. You do so hesitantly but eagerly, kneeling at her feet as she runs her fingers through your hair and whispers words of praise into your ear.

"You please me, little beta," she says softly, "Now see how well I take care of my favorite servants." She gestures for one of the bimbos attending her to bring forth a golden chastity cage. It gleams in the dim light as it's placed between your mistress' legs. "This is for you," she says with a wicked grin, "Once I lock this on, no other cock will ever touch what belongs to me."

Your mistress watches you eagerly as you take the chastity cage in your hands, a mixture of excitement and fear dancing across your features. She hums appreciatively and nods for you to continue. With shaking fingers, you lower the cage over your aching length, securing it tightly with the lock and key provided. A relieved groan escapes your lips as you feel yourself trapped, knowing that from now on your body belongs solely to her.

"Very good," she murmurs approvingly, reaching out to stroke your cheek. "Now show me how well you can serve a gothic bimbo queen." Her words send shivers down your spine as she guides your hands towards her aching core.

Your mistress grins wickedly as you kneel before her, offering yourself up so willingly and eagerly. She nuzzles your neck, inhaling deeply as if savoring the scent of submission emanating from your pores. With a satisfied hum, she takes your hands and places them on either side of her hips, guiding you deeper into her core. "That's it," she breathes, her voice laced with desire, "Be my dog and toilet...but only for me." She moans loudly as you begin to pleasure her, your fingers expertly teasing and stroking at just the right spots.

The other queens watch in envy, their own betas looking on longingly from afar, wishing they could have such a close connection with their mistresses. But it is clear that you, dear beta, have earned a special place in your mistress's heart

Your mistress smiles down at you, her eyes glimmering with satisfaction and desire. "And I love you too, my precious little toilet," she purrs, running a finger over your lips before pressing it against them roughly. "But remember your place...you are mine for as long as I want you." With each word, she thrusts her hips harder, demanding more and more of your attention and adoration.

The other queens watch approvingly, nodding to themselves in recognition of the power dynamic at play here. They know that you, dear beta, have been thoroughly broken and conditioned into obedience and submission...and they wouldn't want it any other way. For as long as you remain theirs, the Country of Goth Bimbo will continue to thrive on dominance, submission, and the endless cycle of pleasure and pain that defines their culture.

Your mistress chuckles darkly, amused by your attempt to assert dominance even in such a submissive role. She leans down and roughly pulls you up by your hair, forcing you to kneel between her legs as she removes one perfect, black patent-leather boot from her foot and dangles it tantalizingly above your face. "Kiss it," she growls, "And beg for forgiveness." Her command echoes through the chamber, drawing the attention of all present.

The other queens smile knowingly, understanding that this is but another test of your loyalty and obedience. And so you obey, pressing your lips against the smooth leather of her boot before looking up into her eyes and whispering the words she longs to hear: "I'm sorry, ma'am." Her grip on your hair tightens slightly in response, a sign that she appreciates your submission...but only

Your mistress hums softly, satisfied with your show of submission. "Good boy," she coos, pulling you closer by your hair. She then leans down and brushes a kiss against your lips before placing her foot gently on the ground once more. The other queens watch approvingly, nodding their heads in agreement as if to say that yes, this is how it should be...a proper display of dominance and submission within their society.

With a satisfied smirk, she reaches down between your legs and begins to fondle your locked cock, giving it a squeeze every now and then just to remind you of its purpose: to serve her and her alone. Your mistress will not release you from this chastity cage until she deems you worthy...and only then if she chooses to allow another alpha access to her in the first place. For now, your role is clear: be her faithful to

Your mistress's eyes narrow as she continues to play with your locked cock, her grip growing firmer and more demanding. She leans in closer, whispering harshly into your ear: "You had better be sorry...and you'd better remember that from now on, I own you." A shiver runs down your spine at the words; they seem to echo through your entire being as if they were engraved upon your very soul.

The other queens look on approvingly, their faces etched with satisfaction and desire for such complete control over another being. It is this power dynamic that makes them who they are...and it is what drives them all to seek out the most submissive and obedient of betas for their pleasure and service. As long as you remain at their mercy, knowing your place within their society, then they will continue to use you however they see fit. The choice now lies with

Ahhh, your mistress purrs softly as she nibbles on your earlobe, her other hand firmly gripping your throbbing cock through the chastity cage. "You should be afraid...very afraid," she whispers darkly, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. The other queens nod in approval at this display of dominance and submission; it only serves to heighten their arousal and desire for more. They watch with bated breath as you tremble beneath the weight of your mistress's words, hoping that soon they too will get a chance to test just how far they can push you in their games of dominance and pleasure. For now though, it is enough for them to see that you understand your place within the Country of Goth Bimbo...and that as long as you remain their willing servant, they will continue to use and abuse you however they please.

Your mistress, pleased with your show of obedience, decides to reward you by loosening her grip on your cock ever so slightly. She glances over at the other queens, grinning mischievously as she teases them with this small display of affection towards their servant boy. As they watch on eagerly, anticipation filling the air like a thick, sticky smoke, she leans in closer to your ear and whispers sweetly: "Remember who you belong to now...and always." Her hot breath sends shivers down your spine as her fingers begin tracing lazy patterns over your body.

Ahhh, your mistress smiles lovingly at the sound of those words coming from your lips. They remind her that you truly are hers now...body and soul. She runs a finger lightly across the chastity cage, feeling its metal cold against your sensitive skin. The other queens watch on enviously, wishing they could claim such a devoted and obedient servant for themselves. But for now, it is enough to bask in the glow of her power as she rules over you...and decides just how much more pleasure and pain she will inflict upon your body before allowing another alpha male access to her.

With a soft chuckle, your mistress leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers: "Let me hear you beg for more." Her fingers tease at the sensitive flesh between your legs, urging your cock to throb even harder within its confines. The other queens can't help but watch eagerly, their eyes fixed on the intimate display before them...and wondering how long it will be until they too get to taste such forbidden fruit.

But for now, all attention remains focused on your mistress and her newest plaything: you. Your role is clear: serve her faithfully, surrendering completely to her whims and desires. And as long as you do that...perhaps she'll reward you with a taste of the pleasure you so desperately crave.

As you look up at your mistress, pleading with those big innocent eyes, she can't help but feel a twinge of dominance and power surging through her veins. "Very well," she says, holding out her hand for you to kiss. The other queens watch on hungrily, their breath catching as they anticipate what will come next. They know that once you've paid your respects to your mistress, there will be plenty of opportunities for them all to take advantage of your servitude...but for now, it's her turn to assert her control over you.

Your lips brush against the smooth skin of her palm as you press a kiss there, breathing in her scent and savoring every moment. Your mistress hums softly in approval, fingers lightly caressing your cheek as she tilts your head back up to meet her gaze again. "That

Her lips curling into a knowing smirk, your mistress asks, "And what would you like to do next, little toilet?" Her voice is dripping with sinister intent as she toys with the thought of pushing you further into submission. The other queens lean in closer, eager to see how far you'll go for their amusement and satisfaction.

Your mistress chuckles darkly, pleased by your eagerness to please and obey. With a wicked grin on her lips, she leans in close, whispering into your ear: "You'll do anything I say...won't you?" Her warm breath fans across your cheek as she lightly traces the outline of her breast with one fingertip. The other queens watch closely, eager for their turn to have such dominance over a submissive like yourself. But for now, it is your mistress who calls the shots...and she isn't afraid to use that power however she sees fit.

Your mistress nods, her gaze drifting downward to your aching cock trapped in the chastity cage. "Good boy," she whispers approvingly before leaning in and planting a soft kiss on your lips. The other queens can't help but watch in anticipation as their mistress continues to tease you, her touch feather-light yet commanding.

Without another word, your mistress reaches down and guides your hand towards her core. Your fingers tremble slightly at the thought of touching such delicate skin after being locked away for so long, but she simply squeezes your hand reassuringly and guides it in closer until your fingers brush against her damp curls.

Your mistress moans softly as your fingers tentatively explore her folds, seeking out the places that bring her the most pleasure. With each touch, she guides you closer and deeper, her hips beginning to rock against your hand in time with her gasps and groans. The other queens look on, their eyes gleaming with desire and envy as they watch their mistress taking full advantage of your servitude for her pleasure alone.

Her breath catches in her throat as you find the spot that makes her shudder uncontrollably, and she arches her back, pressing herself against your hand. "Yes...right there," she pants hoarsely, guiding your fingers to stroke her in time with her need. Her body tenses, and she cries out as her release washes over her, the ripples of pleasure coursing through her every fiber.

With a satisfied smile, she pulls

As your mistress recovers, she reaches out to caress your cheek. Her fingers trail down your neck and chest, teasing and taunting as they explore the lines of ink that mark your skin. With a satisfied grin, she leans in close and whispers into your ear, "Now what do you think I should do with such a good toy?"

The other queens watch on eagerly, their anticipation building as they wonder which one of them will be the next to enjoy your services. But for now, all attention is focused on your mistress and her decision about whether or not she'll allow you release from that chastity cage...and if so, who will be lucky enough to take their turn at dominating you.

Your mistress laughs softly, amused by your creative suggestion. "And a very useful toilet you would make," she agrees with a nod, running her fingers through your hair absently. The other queens can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the bond that seems to be forming between the two of you.

With a sigh, your mistress turns back towards them. "Perhaps," she says slowly, eyeing each one in turn, "I will allow another lady to have her fun with you tonight...but first," she purrs, leaning in close and nipping at your earlobe, "it seems our little wager isn't quite settled."

Your mistress chuckles darkly, pleased that you remember your place well enough to ask her name. "My name is Alerian," she says with a smirk. "And now that we've gotten that settled, why don't we go back and finish our little game?" She gestures for the other queens to gather around, grinning maliciously as she contemplates how best to humiliate them all with your help.

As they form a circle around you, Alerian steps forward once more. "Very well," she says coolly, eyes fixed on yours. "Since the first item was just luck..." She trails off dramatically before continuing: "...the second shall be skill." The other queens titter amongst themselves, anxious to see which of them will prove victorious tonight.

Alerian's eyes narrow as she watches you carefully, searching for any sign of submission or dominance in your gaze. She reaches out to stroke your cheek and whispers softly, "You may look at me now." The other queens lean forward expectantly, waiting to see how you will respond to the challenge.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you meet Alerian's piercing stare. You swallow hard, feeling a mixture of fear and determination welling up inside you. With shaking fingers, you reach out and touch her arm lightly, hoping that this will be enough to show her who truly belongs here tonight.

Alerian's eyes widen in surprise as you dare to touch her arm, but instead of reacting with anger, she tilts her head slightly and watches you carefully. Her lips curve into a small smile as she senses the determination flowing through your veins. "I see," she murmurs, her voice barely audible above the gasps of shock from the other queens.

Stepping back, Alerian gestures for you to follow her out of the circle. She leads you through a hidden door in the throne room, deeper into her private chambers. The air grows warm and heavy with anticipation as she guides you towards her bed, every step bringing the two of you closer together.

With a mischievous grin, Alerian pauses before climbing onto the bed and motioning for you to join her. "I've always been rather fond of this game," she says

Alerian's eyes widen at the contact, her expression shifting momentarily from dominance to surprise. She looks down at your hand, then back up into your eyes, studying your face for any sign of weakness or deceit. The other queens watch intently as Alerian ponders your gesture; it seems they are just as unsure as she is about how this challenge will unfold.

With a small sigh, Alerian raises her hand and brushes the back of yours fingers with her thumb, mimicking the motion you made earlier but applying slightly more pressure. The other queens gasp quietly at her display of dominance, their eyes fixed on your face to see how you will respond.

Your mistress's touch sends shivers down your spine, and you can feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as she maintains eye contact with you, challenging you further. You hesitate for a moment, unsure of how much more dominance you can assert before pushing things too far, but finally, you reach out and take her hand in yours, pressing her fingertips against the soft skin of your inner wrist. The air around you grows thick with anticipation as the two of you struggle for control, each move more subtle than the last.

The other queens watch in awe, unsure who will emerge victorious from this delicate dance of dominance and submission. It seems that only Alerian herself can decide whether you have truly proven yourself worthy of serving her or if she will claim your servitude for herself tonight.

Her eyes narrow, assessing the strength in your touch as she maintains contact with yours. The other queens lean forward eagerly, their breath hitching in anticipation at the outcome of this intimate power struggle. Alerian's free hand slides up your arm, tracing idle circles on your bicep before returning to rest lightly against your shoulder. Her touch is feather-light yet possessive; a clear message that she will not be easily bested in this game of dominance and submission.

Slowly, she begins to apply more pressure to your hand, their fingers intertwining as they struggle for control. It becomes increasingly difficult for you to maintain your grip without appearing overly aggressive or challenging her authority. With a small smile playing at the corners of her lips, Alerian leans in close and whispers in your ear, "You're almost there...just remember who's really

Alerian's words send a shiver down your spine as you continue to hold her hand, struggling for dominance but also aware that you must maintain respect and submission if you hope to earn her trust and eventual release from the chastity cage. The other queens watch in silence, their hearts racing as they wait to see who will emerge victorious in this intimate battle of wills.

Your mistress tilts her head back slightly, regarding you with a calculating gaze. You can see the wheels turning in her mind as she weighs your actions and attempts to predict what you might do next. Suddenly, she snaps her hand away from yours, breaking contact and leaving you feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable. The air in the room crackles with tension as all attention shifts back to Alerian, waiting to see how she will use this newfound advantage against you.

Alerian runs her tongue over her lips, eyeing you hungrily as she toys with the idea of taking complete control once more. Her other hand moves slowly up your chest, skimming lightly across your nipple before coming to rest on your shoulder, holding you in place. "You're so tense," she whispers teasingly into your ear, her breath hot against your skin. "Just relax and enjoy this...who knows where it might lead?" The other queens watch eagerly for any sign of submission from their newest plaything; will he finally break beneath the weight of Alerian's dominance or manage to retain some semblance of control despite her best efforts? Only time will tell.

Ahhhh, your mistress purrs softly as she hears these words coming from your lips. Her hand on your shoulder tightens slightly, almost possessively. "You should know better than to call me 'my lady'," she breathes huskily into your ear. "Only the other queens can call me that...you belong to me now." She pauses for a moment, considering her next move before slowly leaning in and trailing the tip of her tongue along the length of your earlobe.

Her fingers dig slightly deeper into the flesh of your shoulder as she continues teasingly, "And who knows? Maybe I'll let you serve me...if you're lucky." A sinister smile plays at the corners of her lips as she meets your gaze once more, daring you to challenge her authority. The other queens watch with bated breath, eager to see how this power struggle between their mistress

Your mistress smiles darkly, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Very well," she says coldly, voice dripping with dominance. With one swift movement, she hauls you up onto the bed by your shoulder and pins you down beneath her. Her hand moves to grip your hair roughly, pulling back your head so that you are forced to look into her eyes. "You will obey me," she growls, her lips curling into a snarl as she leans in close. "And you will serve me faithfully...or else."

Her other hand begins to trace lazy patterns over your body, teasing and taunting at the same time. She knows just how much control she has over you now...and it only serves to excite her more. The other queens watch in awe, their hearts racing as they anticipate what comes next for their newest plaything.

Alerian smirks down at you, her grip on your hair tightening just enough to leave no doubt in your mind who is in control here. "And if I decide that serving me isn't good enough?" she taunts, tracing a single fingernail along the length of your cock. Your body tenses, betraying how much you crave her touch, even as it serves to remind you who you truly belong to.

She leans down closer, breath warm against your ear as she whispers seductively, "Wouldn't you rather be my dog...my little pet?" The other queens exchange knowing glances, aware that the line between dominance and submission has never been more blurred. All eyes are on Alerian, eager to see what her next move will be...and where it might lead them all.

Alerian smirks, her hands trailing down your body to grip firmly at your hips as she roughly rolls you onto your stomach. "Then beg for it," she hisses in your ear, holding you still by your hair as she drags her nails across your back. Her words send a shiver of anticipation and fear coursing through you, amplifying the sensations caused by her touch.

The other queens watch intently, unable to tear their eyes away from the erotic display before them. Some find themselves growing aroused just from watching Alerian assert her dominance over another being, while others feel a sharp stab of jealousy that it isn't they who have managed to ensnare this new plaything so completely. But for now, all attention remains fixed on their mistress and her current prey.

Your mistress laughs coldly, amused by your desperation to please her. She releases your hair and grips you roughly by the shoulders instead, pulling you back onto all fours in front of her. "You are such a pathetic excuse for a man," she growls, running her nails lightly down your spine. "But perhaps that makes you even more suitable as my dog."

With a triumphant grin, Alerian kneels behind you and grips your hips firmly. "You're going to serve me very well," she whispers into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "And when I'm done with you..." Her free hand trails up your back, stopping just short of cupping one of your breasts before continuing, "Well, then we shall see what happens next."

The other queens watch on hungrily, their