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You feel Gothel’s hands push against your chest, her unwavering strength taking you by surprise a little as you fall backwards onto the bed behind you.
“Look at your pathetic little body, such a fragile little flower” she says condescendingly while towering over you. The only response you can muster up is a whimper.
“Whatever happened to using your words, dear?” Gothel asks, “You don’t want to get on mommy’s bad side now, do you?”
“I- I don’t think I’m that pathetic,” you somehow manage to utter out. She grabs your jaw painfully and forces your head to turn towards the oval-shaped mirror in her room. “Oh please! Look at yourself, sweetheart, such a quivering mess at the mere sight of me” and you’re forced to watch as your cheeks flush red. “That seems very pathetic to me, pet” You feel the burning sensation in your cheeks meet with the lingering pain of her nails still digging into your skin.
She finally releases her grip on your jaw, leaving a dull aching pain. You give your skin a gentle rub, stupidly not paying attention to what Gothel was planning behind you.
You knew your response would land you in trouble, but you hadn’t properly thought your actions through until you turned around to see she was next to you on the bed holding her dagger. You take a sharp inhale, as she smirks darkly. “Let’s get you out of these clothes, dear” she says in an almost unbearably irresistible low tone.
You let out a moan as she climbs on top of you, letting her dagger catch the top of your outfit and ruthlessly tearing your clothes away from your body. Gothel holds the dagger against the soft skin of your neck and you yet again take another sharp inhale as you feel the cold metal against your skin. “Are you going to stop being a pathetic little girl and actually listen to mommy when she calls you what you are?”
You remember to use your words this time when she asks you a question. “Yes, mommy. I’m your pathetic little girl” and you blush at the self humiliation forced upon you.
“That’s better, sweetie. You’re so cute when you behave for me,” she pauses briefly before continuing, “but unfortunately due to your little mishap earlier, I can’t fully believe that you’ll stay like this for me.” She takes your ripped panties from the pile of your ruined clothes and shoves them into your mouth to gag you while tying your hands to the headboard using the chains she keeps stashed away in her room.
You try resisting against the chains that hold you in place, but it’s no use. Before you know it Gothel is taking one of the lit candles from her bedside table and the scorching wax hits the skin on your chest. She watches darkly as you squirm under her and whimper against your gag. Tears start forming in the corners of your eyes as more drips of wax hit your sensitive skin and start drying onto you.
“Now then, I’ll say this one more time, pet. You. Are. Pathetic.” She spits out while studying your face for a response. “Do you understand?” and this time you eagerly nod your head.
Another smirk arises on her face and she puts the candle down. “That’s my good girl,” she praises. Suddenly you moan against your gag as you feel her fingers enter you. Your hips buck towards her and she lets out a small snicker.
“What a darling slut I have trapped below me” Oh, how she loves to see you completely under her control. She picks up her pace and teases your clit with her thumb. You can do nothing but submit to the pleasure Gothel is giving you, and she leans in closer to you to plant a few kisses along your neck. The sound of your muffled moans and whimpers echo around her room and she can feel you starting to get close.
You look up into her darkened features and plead as best you can using your still watery eyes. She knows exactly what you’re after, but instead torturously removes her fingers from you. She takes joy in watching how you react, but pays no attention to your desperate whimpers from behind the gag and instead focuses on cleaning your mess off of her fingers.
Once she’s happy with how clean her fingers are she glances back down to you and puts on a fake pout. “Oh, does my precious girl still want something?” she asks patronisingly and you nod impatiently.
“Such a needy little whore, aren’t you” she continues, “how does mommy know what you want if you don’t use your words, sweetie?” and she glances down at your gag and chuckles at your frustration.
“Oh, no need to get grouchy now, darling. You know mommy’s only teasing, I’ll give you what you want” and your eyes widen at her words. She grabs your thighs to keep your bottom half as still as possible and licks a stripe through your already sensitive folds up to your clit. You quiver despite her hold on you, as more of your moans are obstructed by your gag. Within a few minutes you find yourself riding out your high against her tongue, your chest heaving as she looks up to greet you while wiping her chin and licking her lips.
She finally removes your gag and unties you and you manage to mutter out a “thank you” as she plants one final kiss onto your forehead.