A Cinderella Story
[lezdom] [Mistress] [F/fff] [foot worship] Continued from: Impaled Interludes Hi everyone, Jess here. So we were in the car on the way from the airport, Willow sitting in the back with Brandy as I drove and provided some entertainment as their tour guide. Willow was full of questions and concerns, her British accent making everything sound extra polite even when she was clearly anxious. “Are you sure I’m not going to be collared and placed in shackles the second I walk in?” she asked, eyes wide. “Held captive as a sex slave for the whole week? I mean… that sounds kind of hot.” Brandy and I burst out giggling from the front and back seats. “Nooo, Willow!” I said, squeezing her hand. “Nothing like that! Mistress isn’t going to lock you up or anything scary. It’s not that kind of place for us.” But then we all started laughing harder because, hehe, we kinda liked the sound of it in a twisted, fantasy way. The three of us were cracking up in the car, imagining it for a second before I...
