Oh, Cinderella, They Aren’t Sluts Like You

You looked fun. You had everything I was looking for. Cute, blonde, eager and most importantly innocent. You are the opposite of everything I am. You want a prince-I want the beast. The light to my darkness. My perfect Disney Princess… but the glean in your eye when you saw the garter straps holding my hose up told me there was a Little Wicked in you. Anyone can be seduced by what tempts them the most. You, my dear, were no different. The need to reach for the unknown is all too natural a reflex. You need me to mold you. I know what you need.





When you walked in the door you had every warning to turn around. The flashing of the red stop sign that beat to the rhythmic hip swaying beat should have scared that pretty blonde head of yours. Your greater angels were faltering. I saw it in the sheen of your skin. You glowed, my darling. Your innocence on full display. What it would taste of…What would innocence lost taste like? I endeavored to find out as did you, my pretty. I know what you need.





So against your natural instinct you entered the peaceful hell I call home. The shuffle in your step made you even more appealing to the beast in me- self-esteem issues are low hanging fruit. Build you up to my liking. Make you stay outwardly innocent while corrupting that beautiful mind of yours. The turmoil it will cause has my mouth salivating. I know what you need.





You lift that crowned head of yours. You have nothing left to lose. The enticement of my hell beckons you. You come closer. Terrified. My pussy clenches. I love the adrenaline shot that I get from your fear. My dark eyes meet your blue ones. The desire unspoken but heavy in the air. Both our thighs are becoming slick from the energy exchange. With a quick look down you have realized what I expect. You drop to your knees gazing longingly at the metal splicing my sex. You want to taste what adventure lies ahead. You are shameless in your longing. You’re cute Princess. Absolutely adorable with the thirst of unadulterated lust. I know what you need.





The music stops abruptly. You begin to sing.

I can be your whore

I am the dirt you created

I am your sinner

And your whore

But let me tell you something baby

You love me for everything you hate me for.🎵





You fucking bitch my mind rages. You have found my weakness- My Kryptonite. I must silence you. I grab your crown and toss it to the ground. A tug and hair pins shoot around the room as your golden locks fall to your shoulders. Such a pretty little wannabe slut. With disgust I slam your perfectly painted pink lips into my dripping cunt. You lap at the juices flowing like an altar you are worshiping. Your eagerness was always your best quality, Babydoll. My hand pushes into the back of your Cinderella head suffocating all desire for your Romeo. You worship a queen now. You could never escape this. You love it too much. Hell is your Heaven now. You are a fallen angel and I am your master. I know what you need.

The heat from my quickly pulsating pussy radiates from my center out to my extremities. A warmth encases my fingers as my muscles tighten in my thighs. My eyes close as I thrust my pelvis harder against your silly little mouth and you just take it. The desperate look of need for this wickedness as you look at me was my undoing. My legs quiver as my ocean releases. My eyes slowly open as my body swirls back down to reality only to find that once again it has happened. It is my own fingers drenched in need. I know what I need.

Daydreaming in Wonderland…

Things are never as they seem.