Welcome to the Dua Lipa JOIP! Here are some tips: This JOIP is Femdom themed, so keep that in mind, and if it's not your cup of tea, turn away now, or be dominated later! All of the instructions that require you to choke, slap or pinch your nipples are OPTIONAL, and you can skip them if you want to. Coming is not allowed until Dua says so, so if you fail, try again some other time. Make sure that you have time to finish this JOIP without being disturbed or interrupted. Please enjoy!
Disclaimer: All pictures used are accessible on public domains, and this JOIP is a work of fiction that in no way implies or says anything about Dua Lipa, for whom I have nothing but respect. In this context, she is a fictional character in a fantasy setting. Let's begin:
In the near future, the world is ruled solely by women. Constant wars have depleted the vast majority of the male population, and the remaining men are used for entertainment purposes. The celebrities, who are kept alive and always young by modern technology, are looked upon as modern gods, with a role to keep the population perpetually entertained and distracted. As one of a few remaining men, you have been captured one night and brought backstage of a TV studio, for reasons unknown to you.
The late-night show called "What do celebs know?", a pop quiz where famous women answer a series of questions and win prizes, is airing tonight, and you can hear the muffled sounds of the show going on in the distance, still wondering why you are here.
Host:" And tonight's winner, ladies, is non-other thaaaaan....DUA LIPA! A big round of applause for Dua! Well, congratulations Dua, how do you feel?" Dua:"Well thank you, I feel really good! I was lucky with the questions." H:"Ah, so modest! Well, Dua, are you excited to see your prize?" D:"Of course, that's why I'm here!"
The curtain parts, and two armed hostesses lead you to the stage, posing you in front of Dua as the audience claps. D:"Oh my god! He is perfect, I always wanted one of those! Wow...thank you, really!" H:"Well, Dua, it seems you already know what it is?" D:"It's my new house servant, no?" H:"It is indeed, if you want to keep him, you can just take him home after the show!" D:"Of course I do! I never had one of those!" H:"Wel then, that would be all for tonight..." The host wraps up the show, and you are led backstage again.
Behind the stage, you are brought in front of Dua Lipa, still being led by the two armed hostesses. D:"What a prize, huh? I really like what I see. You know, I always wanted a house slave...I mean servant...and with your kind being so rare these days, I thought I would never get one! Ugh, Lady Gaga has like, five. Anyways, ladies, please undress him, I want to know what I won!" The two hostesses roughly undress you, tearing your clothes off until you stand fully naked in front of Dua. (Get naked)
D:"Oh...oh wow, that's not bad at all! Are you getting a bit hard for me already, slave? Oh, such a bad boy, you don't get hard until I tell you to. But I will not punish you for that now. Okay, girls, pack him up, I'll take him home. I will have so much fun with you, much more than with my toys!"
Dua puts you on a leash, leading you through the streets, looking back at you every now and then. When she's not looking, you stare at her perfect ass and smooth back, imagining what you would do to her.
She takes you to her mansion, an extravagant building at the edge of the city. She releases you from the leash and instructs you to strip down again, taking your clothes away.
D:"There. No clothes, you don't need them. You are mine now, do you understand? Of course, you do. You will do everything that I say, when I say it. I swear, I will put you down if you don't make me happy. Alright now, the good thing is that I like you...I mean, I like how you look, I don't care about you besides that. But I like how you are built, kinda my type. Look at me while I'm talking to you! You can only look in my eyes unless I tell you you can look elsewhere, got it?"
