The Curse
"I'm ready to enter, now." You say bravely. "Thanks for everything you've done for me." You smile and then continue. "Wish me luck." She nods her head and respects your decision. You then slowly and calmly open the door before you. Inside is Cindy with a particularly tight outfit. A smooth black-leather costume covers most of her body as if poured onto her, but leaving a 'V' shape around the neck to show-off her wonderfully shaped breasts. In her left hand is a long black whip, making her looker sexier still, but threatening at the same time. As the door slams behind you, you tighten up and yelp slightly and Cindy chuckles in delight seeing you startled and more timid than before. The punishment had served it's purpose well.
"Those pigs really went all out on you. For you to be so quiet, you must've really despised it. Huh, must've worked well." She chuckles at your suffering. "Well, let's get started." She struts towards you. Her boobs bouncing with every step, it was almost hypnotic. As she approaches you, you shuffle away slowly and eventually kneel. She squats down to your level and leans in next to your ear.
"Now then, I want you to go and get the oil from my wardrobe and you'll give me a massage and then I'll think of something else..and if ya do good..I might feed ya." She whispers.
"Yes, Cindy.." You sigh, nodding.
"..and that's Mistress you little bitch!" She yells spitefully, preparing her whip. With a single, graceful swing of her arm, the leather tip strikes your rear with a loud crack.
"Aahh.." You wail whilst rubbing buttocks to sooth the pain. After recovering from the unnecessary blow, you rise to your feet. You stagger to the door, still holding your behind, and pull it open.
Sure enough, the bottle of oil was in there at the bottom. You pick it up and squirt some of the liquid onto your hands, before turning to massage the young girl. You notice she is already ready for it and she is completely naked, led on her chest on top of a table that as far as you knew, wasn't there before. You gape at her incredibly curvaceous body and her fantastic skin tone. She raises her arm and snaps her fingers.
"Now." She demands. You responsively advance and stand over her. This, perhaps, could be a chance to erase her from your life, but after a few seconds of pondering, you think better of it. You begin rubbing her shoulders and she moans slightly. You move down to her waist and slide you hands underneath her and back repetitively.
"Lower." She commands.
"But then I'd be rubbing your -" She cuts you off.
"My ass. Now. Do it now or I'll punish you again!" She yells, emphasizing the 'again'.
"Yes, Mistress.." You sigh, whilst holding in tears, then do as your 'Mistress' says and place you hands on each of her smooth, baby-soft buttocks. You gently caress them, leaving a greasy mess where ever you touch.
"And now my front.." The naked girl suggests.
She rolls onto her back revealing amazing front. Her wonderful tits are well-rounded, symmetrical and perfectly placed, making them the highlight of her upper body.
"Start from the top, Daniella, and when you're done I'll find something else for you to do." The cruel girl dictates. Messaging her breasts in a circular move you open your mouth to speak, but she just lays her finger on your lips and 'shushes' you.
"Thats fine. Carry on." Cindy assures you. This girl seems to have two personalities. One minute she is a dictating bitch, the next, she is slightly nicer. Slightly. She hums and you press onto her globes to relief stress and tension. Her response arouses you. Then you move lower down, towards her navel. You don't get as much of a reation as your last act, but it still wasn't all bad. You slip your finger in and out of her belly-button and pour more oil onto her stomach. You continue massaging her waist until you believe she's satisfied and slowly move your hands south. You become tense and yet, excited at the same time as you approach her vagina.
As you arrive at the top of said body part, the girl you were about to prod the inside of sits bolt upright and glares at you. You freeze as she looks deep into your eyes. Fear swells up inside of you and a confusing feeling spreads across your body. She stays in place, still sending you an icy stare. Your eyes water and this feeling inside becomes too much. You let out a small whine before letting out your tears. You can't understands what it is, but she somehow caused this outburst. She stands up and grabs a towel, soaking up the excess moisture on her body.
"I don't want you going there, not with- but maybe - no, I can't have you-" She stops, mid-sentence. "Maybe we can make this work." A cold smirk spreads across her face, showing a sign of joy, yet striking fear into your heart.
"Those pigs really went all out on you. For you to be so quiet, you must've really despised it. Huh, must've worked well." She chuckles at your suffering. "Well, let's get started." She struts towards you. Her boobs bouncing with every step, it was almost hypnotic. As she approaches you, you shuffle away slowly and eventually kneel. She squats down to your level and leans in next to your ear.
"Now then, I want you to go and get the oil from my wardrobe and you'll give me a massage and then I'll think of something else..and if ya do good..I might feed ya." She whispers.
"Yes, Cindy.." You sigh, nodding.
"..and that's Mistress you little bitch!" She yells spitefully, preparing her whip. With a single, graceful swing of her arm, the leather tip strikes your rear with a loud crack.
"Aahh.." You wail whilst rubbing buttocks to sooth the pain. After recovering from the unnecessary blow, you rise to your feet. You stagger to the door, still holding your behind, and pull it open.
Sure enough, the bottle of oil was in there at the bottom. You pick it up and squirt some of the liquid onto your hands, before turning to massage the young girl. You notice she is already ready for it and she is completely naked, led on her chest on top of a table that as far as you knew, wasn't there before. You gape at her incredibly curvaceous body and her fantastic skin tone. She raises her arm and snaps her fingers.
"Now." She demands. You responsively advance and stand over her. This, perhaps, could be a chance to erase her from your life, but after a few seconds of pondering, you think better of it. You begin rubbing her shoulders and she moans slightly. You move down to her waist and slide you hands underneath her and back repetitively.
"Lower." She commands.
"But then I'd be rubbing your -" She cuts you off.
"My ass. Now. Do it now or I'll punish you again!" She yells, emphasizing the 'again'.
"Yes, Mistress.." You sigh, whilst holding in tears, then do as your 'Mistress' says and place you hands on each of her smooth, baby-soft buttocks. You gently caress them, leaving a greasy mess where ever you touch.
"And now my front.." The naked girl suggests.
She rolls onto her back revealing amazing front. Her wonderful tits are well-rounded, symmetrical and perfectly placed, making them the highlight of her upper body.
"Start from the top, Daniella, and when you're done I'll find something else for you to do." The cruel girl dictates. Messaging her breasts in a circular move you open your mouth to speak, but she just lays her finger on your lips and 'shushes' you.
"Thats fine. Carry on." Cindy assures you. This girl seems to have two personalities. One minute she is a dictating bitch, the next, she is slightly nicer. Slightly. She hums and you press onto her globes to relief stress and tension. Her response arouses you. Then you move lower down, towards her navel. You don't get as much of a reation as your last act, but it still wasn't all bad. You slip your finger in and out of her belly-button and pour more oil onto her stomach. You continue massaging her waist until you believe she's satisfied and slowly move your hands south. You become tense and yet, excited at the same time as you approach her vagina.
As you arrive at the top of said body part, the girl you were about to prod the inside of sits bolt upright and glares at you. You freeze as she looks deep into your eyes. Fear swells up inside of you and a confusing feeling spreads across your body. She stays in place, still sending you an icy stare. Your eyes water and this feeling inside becomes too much. You let out a small whine before letting out your tears. You can't understands what it is, but she somehow caused this outburst. She stands up and grabs a towel, soaking up the excess moisture on her body.
"I don't want you going there, not with- but maybe - no, I can't have you-" She stops, mid-sentence. "Maybe we can make this work." A cold smirk spreads across her face, showing a sign of joy, yet striking fear into your heart.