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A D&S Fairy Tale
(c) 1997 by Tigger
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A D&S Fairy Tale
by Tigger
tigger@alices.com
Chapter 3: The Wizard's Spell; The Princess in Chains
When the world finally stopped spinning, Christiana's first
realization was that something was seriously, seriously wrong.
She could not move. Her arms and legs were somehow affixed to
the floor, and her torso was bent over, laying on something.
She tried to call for help, but discovered that she was
gagged. Forcing her eyes to open, she looked about and simply
could not believe the evidence of her senses.
She was tied to the vaulting horse, exactly as Adrian had
been, right down to the ball gag that overfilled her mouth.
The height of the horse had been lowered slightly to
accommodate the shorter length of her legs, but her position
was identical to what his had been mere moments before. She
looked up and saw Adrian gazing down at her. There was a
strangely bemused look on his dark features, as if he was
trying to solve some particularly perplexing puzzle. He was
probably trying to figure out how she got here and he got
free, she thought.
"No, I am not, Christiana. You are there because I put you
there."
Shock rippled through her as she realized that he could not
have heard her because she could not speak around the ball
gag. That meant he could...
"Hear your thoughts?" He completed the half formed thought
for her. "Yes, I can. Handy, isn't it? Especially since you
aren't going to be saying anything aloud for a while. You
probably would not tell the truth if you could speak, and you
can't lie to me with your mind." Fear began to bubble up
inside Chris, making her shrivel inside. What was this man?
How could he do this to her? What was he doing to her? "Now,
now, we'll have none of that, miss." His voice was quietly
soothing and instantaneously, the terror abated. "I will tell
you when to be afraid, luv, but for now, I need some questions
answered. For that, I need your mind kept clear of that type
of emotion."
Chris could not believe it. He told her not to be afraid and
her terror disappeared, even though she knew she ought to be
afraid. Adrian walked over to a pegboard on the dun-gym wall
and took down a terrycloth robe. He donned it with an economy
of motion and then returned to where she lay bound. He sat
down in front of her so that he was eye level with her, but
said nothing for the longest time.
Finally, he spoke. "You have caused me quite a dilemma, my
dear." Chris's eyebrows went up in question as her mind asked
how. "You may well ask how. I came here expecting you to do
with me what my research has indicated you have done with
several other people lately. Everything I've learned about
you indicated that you should have tried to beat me senseless,
since that is precisely the type of BDSM activity that I have
given you to understand I like least." He shook his head and
then stood and paced. "Dammit, you just gave me a hellishly
wonderful experience, doing exactly the type of scene that you
knew I enjoy the most. And I have to know why! What changed?
I *know* what you had planned originally because it was in the
front of your mind at the end of our last meeting."
His eyes focused on her and the world spun crazily again. "So
that's it." he mused softly as things returned to normal. "I
wondered why that young woman's aura practically vibrated when
she left your apartment. You love her, and you could not hurt
her that way. I wonder why, then...." Again, the
nauseatingly swirling sensation returned and Chris moaned in
spite of the gag.
"Sorry about that. Direct contact with a talented mind can be
disconcerting at first, but I had to know. Well, what I just
learned changes everything. You love him, too." he said
softly.
"Yes, that really changes everything. You still need to be
punished, to be corrected, but at least now, there is a chance
of a happy ending to this little Greek Tragedy." At the word,
"punish", the question "why" jumped into the front of Chris's
mind. Adrian obviously heard her because he answered, "For
what you did to Eric Bjornson, Christiana."
Black shame washed over her. That what this was about? And
there was nothing that Adrian could do to her that could
compare to what she had done to that gentle soul who loved her
- really loved her.
"Oh, I would not be so sure about that, Chris." Her mind
recoiled against what he'd implied when he answered that
thought, but then he continued, "But I am not going to do
that, now." He became silent for a moment, frowning at her.
"Damn, this would have been so much easier if you had stayed
with your original plan. After the weeks I've spent putting
Eric back together, I had it all worked out. You were being
such a miserable bitch, that is what I would do with you. I
would change you into a dog and send you to the pound where
you would immediately come into heat." he sighed dramatically
as her eyes went wide in disbelief.
He shook his head. "Of course I can do that, girl. How do
you think you got there?" He looked at her and smiled
benignly. "Oh, well, just to show you. Look into the mirror
on the wall."
Chris turned her head to face the floor to ceiling mirror that
covered one entire wall of the exercise room, and almost
snapped her neck doing a double take. Horror filled her as
she watched auburn fur grow over her arms, legs and face. She
watched, fascinated in spite of herself, as her nose blackened
and became rounder, as her ears grew and became red, velvety
flaps hanging down along her cheeks, and as her fingers
retracted into short-toed paws. A long, silky haired tail
wagged happily from the base of her spine. In moments, she
was a living morph of a woman and an Irish Setter bitch.
Then, she was suddenly, incredibly, almost unimaginably horny.
She could literally feel blood surging into her sex, swelling
her labia and clitoris, making them hot, making them so very,
*very* sensitive. She groaned in need as her bottom started
twitching and quivering uncontrollably. The scent of her own
arousal was sharply spicy in her doggy nostrils, making them
flare and flex in excitement and longing.
Pleading with eyes and mind, she turned back to Adrian,
begging to restore her to normal. His smile was gentle.
"See, I could do that. I enjoyed the thought of you dodging
all those mutts, your human intelligence fighting your animal
hormones and instincts. However, as I said, I am not going to
do that, now."
Immediately, the changes reversed and her skin became smooth
and fur-free once more, while the burning sexual hunger
disappeared as if it had never happened. "But, I can't let
you off scot-free. You have hurt people, Chris. People who
came to you expecting better from you because you led them to
expect that from you. And you almost killed Eric." The flat
tone of his voice made the pronouncement all the more
shocking.
"MMmmmmpppfff???!?" she tried to ask forgetting the gag in
her surprise.
"Yes. Almost killed him. Only my powers stopped him from
taking his own life." Chris' mind screamed in heartfelt agony
because she did not doubt his word. How could she have hurt
him like that? When she ....
"My God." Adrian's tone was furious. "You love him. And you
did that to him? Told him you could not stand the sight of
him? That you could never love him? Do you know how close he
came? How long it took me to undo what your unthinking
stupidity nearly caused?" Shear rage darkened his face. "My
God, woman, what the hell were you trying to do???" His angry
words thundered in her ears and in her mind. Fists clenching
reflexively, Adrian stormed out of the room, leaving Chris
alone to face the reality that she had nearly been responsible
for Eric's death.
So stupid, she thought. So uncaring. She had been topping him
in a scene, and she had been bored. He'd tried so hard. He'd
accepted everything she asked, had given her everything he
had, and she had only thought about herself. She had freed
him and told him to leave. It was then that he had asked her
to be his wife.
The words had been out of her mouth before she even realized
they were forming. Evil, hateful words that fed upon the
stunned disbelief and then the despair she saw on her face.
Like a vampire sucking her victim dry, she milked him for
every bit of emotion she could pull from his dying soul.
She had not even tried to follow him afterwards, convincing
herself that he would realize she was still in her "scene
mode", that she had not really meant the terrible words she'd
said to him, and that he would be back once he had figured
that out. Now, she knew why he had not come back or contacted
her in the past weeks; why he had not returned her calls or
messages.
She deserved to be sent to the dog pound, but as an alley cat,
not as a bitch.
"No, you don't deserve that, either, Chris." She had heard
him when he had returned, but he had evidently been
'listening' to her own dark mental musings. The world swirled
again in that dizzying dance that she now recognized as his
power searching through her mind. It lasted much, much longer
this time and she felt as if she was being sucked into a dark,
bottomless whirlpool, and this time it hurt, like a hot iron
was being slowly thrust deep into her brain.
She screamed helplessly into the gag for unmeasured and
unmeasurable time. And then, she screamed some more.
Finally, the burning pain receded and her mind cleared. "You
don't deserve that, Chris, because you were ill. You suffered
from a sickness of the spirit and mind. I have just freed you
from that." His smile was sad as he 'heard' her mental
question. "No, that is not all there is to it. You still
have to be punished, and not because I want you punished, but
because you need it. Yes, that's right, dear. You need to
forgive yourself and the only way that will happen is if you
are punished. So, I am going to punish you."
He walked away from her to stand so that she could see all of
him from her perch on the vaulting horse. Suddenly, he was
dressed in a long, flowing robe of black velvet instead of the
terrycloth bathrobe.
His voice became deep, almost musical. "Christiana Jamison, I
sentence you to suffer a portion of what you have inflicted on
others. I remove your power of free will. From now until you
are forgiven, every time you meet one of the submissives you
have wronged, you will consent to anything and everything they
ask or demand of you. You will be helpless to resist their
slightest wish. You will know that whether you actually want
to obey or not, but that will not be reflected on your face or
your response. Your obedience will be total and apparently
joyous until that person releases you. The only exceptions
are these:
1. You will not do anything that could possibly cause you
real harm, although you will submit to anything you did to one
of your submissives.
2. You will not do anything to harm your personal financial
situation or that of your company.
3. You will not do anything that is or might be construed as
illegal.
4. You will do nothing to harm anyone else in any way, be
that financially, physically, emotionally or mentally.
The way this will work is this: Whenever you meet one of your
submissives, if you are not already under the claim of
another, you will immediately inform them of their good
fortune. You will be free of this curse when you have fallen
irrevocably in love with your current owner and you have
forgiven yourself. Do you understand, Christiana?"
Suddenly, the gag was gone. Wide-eyed, she could only stare
at Adrian, afraid to say anything to this. . . this wizard.
"I asked you if you understood, Christiana. Answer me so that
you can begin to heal."
Heal? Would she ever heal? After what she had done? Even if
she didn't heal, this was surely nothing less than she
deserved, and after the past hour, While she might doubt his
ability to grant her absolution for her sins, Chris did not
doubt Adrian's power to make this spell of his stick. Nodding
before she spoke, she took a deep breath and was surprised at
how strong her voice was. "I understand, sir."
He nodded. "Very good, child. Now, I want you to go to bed
and rest. You will need it." The rest of the bonds
disappeared and she was free. "Christiana, since I am one of
your submissives."
"Adrian, I am yours to command. Please tell me what you wish
me to do." The words came out like magic, of their own
volition. Chris almost smiled at her own thought. It was
magic, after all. It had to be.
"Very good, child. Now, go to bed. I release you. I have
already done everything with you that I need to do. I think
you will have ample opportunity for penance with your other
playmates." His grin widened. "I can practically guarantee
it."
And then, he simply disappeared.
Chris sat down heavily on the leather covered vaulting horse.
"No smell of brimstone?" she asked the empty air, but there
was no answer. Sighing, she stood and headed for her bedroom.
Well, she thought, I certainly am not bored.
Chapter 4: The Submissive Domina - Molly Arrives.
Christiana awoke as the first, cold rays of light lanced
through the gauzy curtains of her penthouse suite. Languidly,
she stretched before sliding out her bed to pad across the
thickly carpeted floor to stand in front of the east facing
french doors. She felt wonderfully rested and refreshed for
perhaps the first time in months. She hoped for a sunrise to
rival the one that had gone unappreciated the day before. It
was not to be.
A cold New England fog shrouded Boston's skyline, fending off
the December sun's feeble attempts to wreak its will from
above. The fog had its own peculiar beauty, to be sure, but it
was an intriguing, mysterious beauty, almost like a filmy
harem veil over the city. Chris wanted new light, and new
insight. She sat in her chair to stare out over the cottony
mass.
Strange that she had slept so well, when yesterday had been
one of the most harrowing experiences of her life. She had
not even had a nightmares, although the dreams had been
strange and erotic. Chris blushed as she recalled, in
lascivious detail, the oddly vivid and realistic dreams of the
previous night. She had never thought of herself as being
quite that orally inclined in her love play before. All
through the night, she had been a licking machine. Almost
like a . . .
The thought struck her like a physical blow. She had been
almost like a dog, or more correctly, a bitch, showing her
submission to the other denizens of her dreams by lovingly
nuzzling with her tongue whatever portion of their anatomies
they offered to her. Leftovers from Mr. Luthor she wondered
to herself? And if so, why did she not feel threatened by
that thought?
"Because he does not want you to feel that way, Jamison", she
said aloud. Probably just a little reminder from my guardian
wizard, not too get too cocky about his alternative
punishment. "You can still star in your own little Disney
classic, Chris. Yes, you can still end up playing Lady to a
whole pack of Tramps, darling, if he changes his mind."
Now that she thought about it, what was she going to do about
his little curse? Avoid all contact with any of her current
or former submissives? To what point? [A] - he probably
wouldn't let her off that easily. He was obviously powerful
enough to overcome anything she might try to avoid the
penance. And - [B] - why should she if it was for her own
benefit? Supposedly, the entire point of the exercise was
have her falling in love and being able to forgive herself.
Still, helplessly following the orders of someone who held a
grudge against her, and most of her submissives either did or
they should have, was a daunting thought. She was still
playing out her options in her mind when a knock sounded at
her door. Without thinking about what she was doing or who it
might be, Chris fell back on routine and distractedly called
out, "Enter." It was Molly.
The instant Christiana's eyes fell on Molly, sensation flooded
every nerve of her body; a feeling that was at once freezing
cold and white hot. Her mouth went dry and her eyes blinked
spasmodically as Molly carried the usual coffee tray over to
the table and then turned to face her boss.
"Chris?" she said, seeing the look on her friend's face. "Are
you all right? What is it? Is something wrong?!?!?"
Chris opened her mouth to answer, but instead what came out
was "Molly, I am yours to command. Please tell me what you
wish me to do."
It was a toss up which woman looked more surprised and
uncomfortable. Finally, Molly turned away from Chris. Chris
moved over to her friend and saw the tears in her eyes.
"Molly, why are you crying?"
Molly moved away from Chris still crying. "Darnit, Chris, I
know you think I am too demanding as a submissive, that I try
to restrict you excessively in a scene and that I try to top
you from the bottom. But, darnit, *that* was low. Even after
having seen the way you have been acting over the last few
months, I never thought you would be so mean that you'd throw
something like that at me."
Molly thought she was mocking her, and she was hurt by it.
Without another thought, Chris moved in to comfort her friend.
"No... no, you don't understand, Molly. I mean it. Really.
Listen, " and she told Molly about Adrian, about Eric and
finally, about the punishment Adrian had decreed. Everything
except the part about the falling in love and the forgiving.
That seemed to literally stick in her throat.
The earnest tones Chris used had gotten Molly's attention, but
she was still skeptical. "Okay, so you did not mean to hurt
my feelings, but you were still just kidding, right?" She
shot Chris a 'come on, give over' look beneath her lashes.
Chris only shook her head. "Okay, I give you an order, any
order, and you obey it?" Slowly, uneasily, Chris nodded. She
did not like the look that came into Molly's tear bright eyes.
When had her shy little flower learned to look that
mischievous?
Swallowing hard, Chris temporized. "So long as it does no one,
including me, harm, and it is not illegal or detrimental to my
company, then yes. I do."
Molly smirked and shook her head. "Riiiiiggghhht. I'll
believe it when I see it." Chris watched her friend (her
owner?) think a minute, then squirm uncomfortably in her seat.
A look of evil glee lit up the pixie face. "Okay, so we will
see. And if you are just playing a gag, at least you will
know what razor burn feels like on *your* puss. Chris, go
shave yourself exactly like you ordered me to shave myself
yesterday. Come back out here when you are done so that I can
inspect you. And don't bother putting anything on, either."
The second part of the curse kicked in and Chris showed every
sign of being completely delighted with Molly's idea, when in
fact, the real truth of the matter was that she detested what
she was being made to do to herself. She had been the first
girl in her gym class to grow hair down there. It had always
been something of a trademark for her - proving to the
fortunate few who saw her beautifully trimmed and waxed bush
that her signature auburn hair color was natural. Even when
trendy fashion required she wear the skimpiest of bikinis, she
had always maintained at least a token tuft or two, "down
there", as her red-head's bona fides.
It was a rather remarkable experience. Doing something you
hated yet grinning like a loon the entire time. If her Mound
of Venus had been a nerve center and every hair a nerve
ending, she could not have felt the loss of each curl more
painfully. It was like she was shaving away part of her inner
self, her identity, with each stroke of the pink disposable
razor.
Molly's mouth dropped in disbelief when a hairless Chris
presented herself, wearing only her lacy bra, for her friend's
inspection. The fat, pouting labia were flushed a bright,
irritated red from having been shaved for the first time in
Christiana's life. Slowly, Molly moved around Chris, looking
at her, seeing a trickle of blood from a nick on the inside of
the left buttock where Chris had tried to shave but could not
see well enough in the mirror.
"You did it," she said wonderingly. "You really went and
shaved that puss you are so proud of." Molly had spent many
sessions grooming that patch of hair for her Mistress and knew
exactly how vain Chris was about those soft, silky curls. Was
Chris really on the level with this 'at your command' stuff?
Remembering one of the most humiliating things she had ever
done at Christiana's order, Molly went to stand behind her.
"Chris?" Molly drew the word out, practically singing it like
a child, adding several, tone-changing syllables to the name.
"I want you to keep your knees straight, bend all the way over
at the waist and then reach up behind you and pull your buns
as far apart as you can. I want to see if you shaved that
cute little rosebud of yours, too."
Inwardly Chris groaned, while a sweet, merry grin lit her
face. Gracefully, she spread her legs to shoulder width, and
then swept her upper torso downward until her auburn tresses
pooled on the floor at her feet. The rubbery muscles of her
gluts resisted, momentarily, her efforts to part them, but the
position and the strain of leg muscles and hamstrings helped
her separate the smooth cheeks.
Still amazed, Molly decided on a final test. "You missed a
hair, love. Hold still." Chris' eyes crossed as stinging pain
lanced into her bottom. Molly had ripped a hair out by its
roots, but Chris could not move or react - her owner had
ordered her to stand still. "I guess you really do mean it."
Molly finally said. "And if I ordered you to play with
yourself, to stick your fingers up your little bum hole and
make yourself orgasm that way?"
It was a question, not an order. "Would that please you,
Molly? Would you like me to do that for you?" Chris could not
believe the authentic-sounding note of hope in her voice that
was completely at odds with her real feelings.
Molly was dumbfounded. For all her innate sensuousness and
sensuality, Chris practically loathed any type of anal play -
at least when it was Christiana's own personal butt on the
receiving end. The instant an inquisitive finger or even a
tentative tongue got too close to her lovely little rose,
Chris stopped everything cold. This would be the real acid
test. "Chris, I want you tease your ass hole with your
fingers like you did mine the first time you opened me up that
way. Seduce that little ring to open, and then make love to
your ass with your fingers. I want you to make yourself cum
for me just like that."
"Oh, thank you, Molly." Chris all but squealed in delight.
Well, she thought, at least she is being nice about this and
letting me take it slowly.
Ever so gently, and using knowledge gained on the bottoms of
her submissives, Christiana's agile digits probed and teased
and quested, trying to relax the tension that her conscious
mind could not repress. Suddenly, the muscle went from rigid
to soft, yielding passage to her touch, and a single, well-
lubricated finger tip glided into the depths of her rectum.
It was like someone had plugged her into a light socket. Her
mind overloaded on raw sensation and pleasure the moment she
penetrated herself.
She must have blacked out from the force of her orgasm and the
extreme, bent over position she'd been holding because the
next thing she know, Chris was looking up into Molly's face.
"Are you okay??" was all her friend could get out. Chris
realized she was lying on the floor and Molly was kneeling
beside her and was anxiously rubbing her arms and wrists.
Chris did a quick mental inventory, and realized she was not
hurt. "Just a little dazed, Molly. That was incredibly
intense. I'll be all right in a moment."
"You did it." Molly continued to look down at her friend.
"You played with your bottom and you came from it. You really
meant what you said. You really *are* mine to command."
The cliche about seeing gears turning in someone's head came
to mind as Chris watched the wild gamut of emotions flashing
across Molly's mobile features. The gamin face lit up into a
huge grin. "I know what I want! I want to spend the day
playing. It will be perfect for us, just like I have always
dreamed it could be."
Not sure she understood, Chris was able to ask. "You want to
be the Mistress?"
Shock contorted Molly's face. "God no. Why would I want to
do that? That is too much like working. No, I want you to
be the Mistress, just like always." Then the grin returned
and she reached down to pull Chris to her feet. "Just like
always, only different. C'mon, lets go raid your closet. I
want to see every neat thing you have. I want you to look
just like you do in my favorite dreams."
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A D&S Fairy Tale
by Tigger
Part 2
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