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IN the Far away land the Beautiful Young girl lived with the Bitch Her father married and Her two Nasty ass whores she calls her daughters! Cinderella a long time ago just after her poor father passed on decided to go for a long walk in the woods collecting apples to give the Cook to baked a Nice fresh apple pie for the Evening meal..In the Process her long apron was filled to the Brim with Large lucious red succulent fruit which would make one fine Pie... Behind her she heard a twig crack startling her she turned to look and much to her surprise she was not alone! a Tall Dark Man stood there and approached Her making her drop her apples all over the place.. She looked down at the Mess and then felt Him grip Her tightly as His fangs sunk deep into her lovely white ivory flesh! Was that very night Cinderellas Life changed. She lived during the day appearing to be the sweet innocent precious child everyone came to adore and love and at Night She had quickly become the Most Evil Dominating Vampiress in the Kingdom..

The Kingdom stirred as the King got antsy and desired His Son to be Wed. So He ordered a Huge Ball to occur and invited every single damsel around to please come and present themselves for the Prince to make His choice! Cinderella grinned wickedly.. She herself was a a lady and now Has been cordially invited to the Castle so she may enter with ease! The Nasty Bitch She lived with made Her do so much friggen work and she made it appear to them she was exhausted and didnt want to go so they could have all the excitement for themselves. However She had other intentions. Cinderella was in fact quite Beautiful but because of this Bitch she was forced to call mother not giving her a damn thing she had nothing to wear. She growlled in Anger feeling her rage build within..One day that bitch will pay!

At that moment lightning struck the ground in front of her and appearing was this Woman dressed in the most exotic garb Cinderella had ever seen! The Woman looked at Cinderella and stated alloud! You need to arrive to this Dance and soon You deserve to rule this Kingdom and we shall make it so! the Woman with a wave of her hand made appear a Black and Silver Carraige and it was pulled by 4 Large Dominating Black Stallions Who were breathing angrilly as if they were running out of patience! The Woman glanced Cinderella Over and again flicked her wrist dressing cinderella in a outfit the Prince would never be able to resist! The Bodice form fitting on the top exquisately enveloping her curves the skirt long and was a Deep purple mixed with black. Her long thick blonde hair swept up on her head with ringlets falling down. She was one true temptress to be seen! Upon her feet were a pair of glass Stillettos that Even made Cinderella Grin! ~ to be continued~

Callia kneels before her Master thighs spread wide...her form gently arched... tiny hands upon them with palms open faced up she smiles up to Him with a twinkle in her eyes...



lowering her eyes and upon all fours she crawls forward to her Master's boots ... leaning down she softly begs Him..Master may Your slut use Your Whip ..



leaning up she takes the handle of His 5-bladed whip in her soft lips...the taste of the leather on her tongue excites her...she retreats from her Master crawling...



her kajira heart pounding within her chest...her eyes downcast not daring to look up...Callia rises slowly and stands before Him with her firm tense legs parted wide... her slave belly held firm...



aqua eyes lowered as she reaches up and takes the whip from her soft rose lips holding the handle in her right hand she lets her left hand drop down to her thigh...



the 5 supple blades of the whip dangle along her creamy soft inner thighs and she moans softly..shivers ripple over her flesh making her shiver..



beginning to slowly draw the blades of the whip along her thighs...the handle of the whip caresses her belly and then the fullness of her breast...she moans yet again...



the handle of the whip catching at the releasing knot at her shoulder loosening it....her hips begin to rock softly as her silks glide gently across her curves..



falling to the floor in a crimson puddle at her feet... a small flick of her ankle she sends the silks fluttering across the hall...the supple black leather caressing her ivory flesh alone now...



lifting her chin she hears the call of the music within her heart...reacting to the soft caress of the leather on her skin...her breath begins to quicken as she lets the blades tease and caress her...



spinning on her toes...her head tipped back...her chestnut hair flying out in soft waves from her shoulders...she opens her arms for love's embrace...the blades of the whip whistling through the air ..



stopping she draws in her arms for an embrace...the blades of the whip take on a life of their own encircling her within their embrace...until the ends reach her soft flesh with a soft crack...



jumping at the light sting of the whip... the sting hints to her that the whip has another purpose... her form shivers with delight and fear..gasping quickly moving her right hand away from her form..



her gaze drawn to the whip as she draws the blades of it along her soft flesh... bringing the handle to her lips she kisses it tenderly...her velvet tongue stroking the length of the leather handle...



dragging the blades over her belly...then letting them fall softly between her thighs...she whimpers as the blades caress her heat...caressing her as her Master has...she moans as her passion mounts..



spinning again as her passion rises...the caress of the blades become more intense...she brings her arm up grasping the handle of the whip then snaps it down to her side as the passion builds...



eyes widen as the blades of the whip CRACK against her firm ivory calve...reminded her the whip is not only to control passion...it has another purpose...



glancing at the whip in her trembling hand...tears well up in her eyes as they circle the room... drawn then to the pole in the center of the room...her pace quickens...



her slave bells jingling with the force of her steps...her left hand caresses the pole as she circles it...raising her right hand above her head...in a spiraling flash brings it the whip up in a Crack...



the black leather blades wrapping around the smooth temwood pole....her body quivers hearing the sharp crack of the whip...glancing to her Master...she lowers her eyes knowing she is owned by Him...



she slowly draws the blades of the whip from the pole and circles it again...moving in close to the pole she wraps her long leg around it...



pressing her hips and full breasts against it

her head tips back as she writhes against it...twisting her hands within the blades of the whip...



Callia finds her tiny frame bound to the temwood pole the strength of the Whip holding her to It moaning she hears another whip soaring in the air..



she suddenly jumps against the pole...her head whipping back from it as if a whip has stung her back and she cries out in pain..



eyes filling with tears of submission .. her arms surround the pole...she bites her lower lip...breath quivering... soft flesh pressed hard against the unyielding pole...



her body leaps again from an unseen whip..."For devotion and servitude to my Master" she weeps her body trembles as she seeks to be pleasing to her Master...



her hands straining at the restraint that binds her to the pole...yet her body writhes against it in pleasure...her body leaps again...stung harshly by the whip...



pole and slides to her knees at its base...shudders as her hands slowly free themselves of the whips binding...



she kisses the black bladed whip with her lips as she takes the whip in her mouth and slowly crawls back to her Master..her hands and elbows on the floor...her head lowered as she approaches her Master..



she drops the whip at his feet and lowers herself to her belly...her arms at her sides...soft palms open and up as she kisses his feet tenderly rising to her knees trembling...



her soft aqua eyes lowered in deep submission to her Master she kneels at his left side...resting her head against his thigh... thankyou my Master

~~hearing her name being called Callia slowly crawls her tiny form up to the high standing pole her pale blue eyes glance up at it in fear her slave heart beating rapidly as she hears the beat of the kaska~~



~~low to the floor she creeps around the solid trunk bursting forth from the ground and she shivers feeling the eyes upon her flesh she closes her eyes and thinks of her Master standing there instead~~



~~she slivers her slender frame up the pole... a soft moan escapes her lips feeling its hardness and strength behind her her tiny feet sinking yet into the sand of the pit as she moves freely about it~~



~~her mind racing as she hears the beautiful sounds of the kahlika float through the warm winds her chestnut hair flying about in whisps as she reaches behind her and grasps the the pole holding it to her~~



~~she sways her hips back and forth in front of it moving around it like alittle lioness on a prowl she turns around to face it with her blue eyes closed dreaming of her Master ~~



~~running her hands over it up and down leaning into it she pressing her lips to it again and again...tiny beads of sweat appear on her flesh as her heart races she opens her eyes and gasps~~



~~do her eyes bring false hopes is He actually here with her..she moves closer to the pole crushing her breasts into its strength sliding her body up and down its length teasing Him .... loving him~~



~~she spins around again leaning back against the pole closing her eyes her mind racing as He wont touch her but just stands there she cries out wanting Him so she moves about the pole twirling..dancing~~



~~she will show Him her need her desire her love...running her hands over her flesh touching her breasts and her waist down over her hips as she moves about the pit and around the pole swaying ~~



~~she opens her eyes yet again to see Him standing there still with nothing but a wicked grin on His lips ..how could He she drops to her knees in front of the pole writhing her form in front of it~~



~~she leans in pressing her lips to it running her hands up it carressing it, seductively flicking her tongue over its rough surface her soft blue eyes looking up at His grin praying He would see her need ~~



~~she cries out feeling her own heartbeat course through her veins wildly she realizes her submition to Him and she arches her back and slowly leans her head back to touch the sands giving in to Him ~~



~~pressing her tiny hands harshly into the sand she moves her form up high submitting for her need is nothing ...her body is his ...what she gets is His desire..Master Callia gives this slave obeys