Cinderella: A BDSM Retelling

By Lula Lisbon

Dominas Arabelle and Druscilla Ravyn’s talented apprentice, Cinderella, wants to become a Mistress, but the cruel stepsisters thwart her at every turn. When famous rock star Kink-Bottom Prince is seeking a new Mistress from all those in the City, poor Cinderella doesn’t think she stands a chance. But a kind Fairy Kink Mother magically appears to help Cinderella win her Prince’s collar — and heart.

A 21,000+ word erotic novella.

EXCERPT:

“Some Fairy Kink Mothers might let you go just like that, because admittedly you are magnificent as you are. But I didn’t win the prestigious honor of Fairy Kink Mother of the Year six years running from doing only the bare minimum... if you’ll pardon the pun!” She laughed at her own witticism, but Cinderella was too overwhelmed to say a word.

“Oh, my stars, I nearly forgot the most important part!” Again she reached into the ridiculously tiny bag and started to pull out golden straps attached to something. As with the other things, it seemed to start out doll-sized, and then grew to full size bit by bit as she pulled it out. The strangeness of this magic almost made Cinderella dizzy to behold. Now she saw that it was a strap-on harness, with an amazingly life-like member complete with smooth balls attached. It all gleamed as golden as Cinderella’s skin did now, who accepted the Fairy’s proffered arm as she helped the girl step into the harness. It seemed to tighten by itself to fit Cinderella perfectly, and Fairy Kink Mother beamed with excitement.

“This isn’t any ordinary strap-on, my dear. Oh, no, no! This is so very special, and if I do say so myself, it may just be my most brilliant creation to date!” Fairy Kink Mother chortled with delight, clapping her hands like a little girl. “It’s a brilliant creation, isn’t it? Go on, touch it, see for yourself!”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lula Lisbon
• Release date: May 31, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301837144

Lula Lisbon

Lula Lisbon is published in Rachel Kramer Bussel’s "The Big Book of Orgasms" and D.L. King’s "She Who Must Be Obeyed: Femme Dominant Lesbian Erotica."She was featured on the Sex With Timaree and Wholesome Addiction podcasts for her work.When not hunched over her laptop, Lula spends her time reading voraciously, drinking craft beers, bicycling, and perfecting her pole dance moves.Visit lulalisbon.wordpress.com to contact Lula.Find Lula on Facebook: facebook.com/AuthorLulaLisbonFollow Lula on Twitter: @LulaLisbon

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Cinderella: A BDSM Retelling

Lula Lisbon

Copyright © 2013 Lula Lisbon

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Have you heard, Arabelle? Domina Druscilla Ravyn said, hardly able to keep a squeal of excitement out of her voice. Kink-Bottom Prince is releasing his fifth album, but that’s not even the best part! He’s looking for a new personal live-in Mistress, and he’s holding an invite-only party at his mansion in ten days! His band will be there, too. She smugly waved an elegantly embossed card in her stepsister Arabelle’s face. And guess who’s invited!

Domina Arabelle scowled. She snatched the invitation away and scanned it quickly. It says ‘To the Mistresses of House Ravyn,’ so it’s not just to you, she snapped in irritation. That means I’m going too. Besides, he’ll obviously choose me — I give the best beatings of any private House. All of Society knows that!

Druscilla rolled her eyes. Well, one thing you can’t beat is my CBT expertise, that’s for sure. I’m a shoe-in!

Their apprentice, Cinderella, who was kneeling on the floor hard at work, pricked up her ears. She glanced up at them, the meticulous polishing of Druscilla’s extensive strap-on harness collection momentarily forgotten.

Cinderella had been living under the two sisters for over a year, having originally applied as a switch, hoping to apprentice with the two most famous private Mistresses in the city. Druscilla’s father and Arabelle’s mother had founded the House together thirty years before, and after their retirement the two current Ravyns had only increased its prosperity and fame. They looked enough alike to pass for blood sisters, in fact, and this happy coincidence lent the Ravyns the ability to advertise as the only House able to offer the roleplay of certain illicit fantasies to their more discerning clients.

Cinderella had applied with over one hundred other hopefuls when the Ravyns had let their need for an apprentice be known. At Cinderella’s long-awaited interview, the pair had blithely promised to teach her their skills, painting grand pictures of how they would mold her into the top Mistress in the city. When they had accepted her, Cinderella had been delirious with happiness, visions of submissive men kneeling at her feet dancing in her head. The Ravyns had worked her hard, of course, and that was to be expected; but had, as promised, thrown her an occasional bone of knowledge in passing. As time went on, however, it became blatantly obvious that they preferred having a live-in slave to providing any true instruction due an apprentice — and one, at that, who might just rise up to usurp their power in the illustrious Society of Houses.

She sighed, regretting with a touch of bitterness the just-vague-enough wording of their formal contract. Cinderella frowned as she pictured the document, thinking that it probably wouldn’t do her an ounce of good once under the scrutiny of the Council in the Court of Houses. She realized now, all too late of course, that the Ravyn sisters had been entirely too clever for her. They’d wooed her with vague promises and a wonderful honeymoon period. But now that Cinderella had realized the horrible truth of the situation, she was completely enmired. If she backed out now, she’d never get another apprenticeship; it was her word against the Ravyn sisters’, and they were highly respected in Society. Cinderella didn’t stand a chance against them, in Court or outside of it. Neither did she stand much of a chance of attending an exclusive soirée such as Kink-Bottom Prince’s. She swallowed hard, trying to force back tears, and resumed scrubbing.

The next week was a flurry of activity. Intricate bondage gear and custom harnesses had to be ordered; silver-studded floggers, paddles, and cat-o-nine-tails had to be procured. There was gossiping to be done with the Mistresses of other invited Houses, and the inevitable braggadocio and one-upmanship. There were visits to the costume designer’s atelier, leather and latex designers, and hair and make-up artists.

Domina Druscilla was to wear an unusual asymmetrical latex catsuit. The right sleeve was wrist-length, and the left was short, with a bare cut-out shoulder. The left leg was long and the right cut just above the curve of her full ass cheek. Built into the catsuit was a dildo harness so well integrated that it functioned just as an extension of her body, and she had an insert for herself as well. She had steampunk goggles to wear atop a violet and black dreadfall, which would cover her dark bob. Decorative patent leather straps encircled her bare limbs, giving her whole body a motley harlequin feel.

Domina Arabelle was going for a more elegant look. She had commissioned a red and black leather corset with a matching lace skirt over a full hoop skirt. The skirt was scandalously short in the front, exposing the tops of her round, creamy thighs, and trailed in a massive froth behind her like a bloody, apocalyptic tsunami. She wore opera-length black latex gloves with which she dreamed she might fist Kink-Bottom Prince. Her makeup was to be applied in an elegant black lace eye mask design adorned with ruby paste stones. Her satiny black hair fell in a mass of curls, framing the lush, full mounds of her breasts, upthrust dramatically by the corset.

Between the Ravyn sisters’ regular appointments with friends, fellow Mistresses, clients, and the designers and artisans fussing and fitting, the huge House was never empty. Cinderella fretted about the ball even as she was inundated with extra work, mentally composing and disposing of dozens of emotional and logical pleas to put before the sisters. It was probably hopeless, but she knew she had to try: this party might be her only chance at being noticed — if not by Kink-Bottom, then perhaps by another client who would help her rise out of her indenture.

But the work kept her exhausted, and there was barely a moment to craft an argument. The only other servant was a chef who also served as driver in the service of the Ravyns because they were too frugal — or cheap, as Cinderella thought to herself — to hire more help when Cinderella was such a hard worker. It never occurred to her to slack because the hope of becoming a Mistress, commingled with the fear of the sisters’ wrath, kept her running at all hours.

Domina Druscilla sighed, hanging up the phone. This was the fifth time that Lord Raleigh had requested Cinderella as his session Mistress. Previously Druscilla had always been able to put him off, making off-handed excuses such as the apprentice to House Ravyn had other duties, or that she wasn’t ready, or that she wasn’t