This is based on the Book 'Ella Enchanted,' by Gail Carson Levine, a Cinderella pastiche in which the titular character has to follow any command given to her. 'Ella Enchanted' is a beautiful book suitable for children. This is not.

As always, it began with me naked, in Sir Kevin's quarters, unable to move of my own volition. Sir Kevin smiled his hateful smile, and licked my breasts. He dragged his tongue over them, back and forth. Up and down. And then he stopped.

"That was boring," he said. "Don't get me wrong. You have a nice pair. But after you've explored them as much as I have, they just aren't interesting anymore." Sir Kevin smiled. "Do you think you deserve a Punishment for boring me?"

I knew what he wanted me to say. "Yes, Sir Kevin."

"Choke yourself."

I lifted my hands to my neck, and began to squeeze.

"With your feet," Sir Kevin ordered.

I sat down on the floor. I stretched, contorting myself so my feet could wrap around my neck. And then I choked myself, as ordered.

"Tighter," Sir Kevin ordered. I obeyed.

I felt the world recede, my senses and thoughts replaced by the sole desire to breath. But I couldn't breath. So I passed out.

I awoke when Sir Kevin ordered me awake. I don't know how long I was unconscious, but I doubted it had been very long. "Has anyone ever told you that your feet are the sexiest part of your body?" Sir Kevin asked.

"No, Sir Kevin."

"Well they are." Sir Kevin sat down next to me. "Show me your soles." I obeyed. "Wiggle your toes." I obeyed.

"We are going to have a lot of fun with those feet, Ella."

Sir Kevin stood up. "Stand on your head," he ordered. "With your feet in my face."

I struggled to keep balanced. I struggled to keep my feet in front of Sir Kevin's face. "Fall down," he ordered. I fell into a useless heap. "Stand up," Sir Kevin commanded. I obeyed.

"Lick your right foot." Still, standing, I lifted my foot to my mouth, and ran my tongue over it.

"Did you enjoy falling over?"

I answered while continuing to lick. "No, Thur Kebin."

"Are you having trouble keeping your balance right now, Ella?"

"Yeth, Thur Kebin."

"Well, then. Let's make a game of it. If you can keep your balance, I'll leave you alone tonight. Does that sound fair to you?"

I knew there was no chance Sir Kevin would actually let me go. But I also knew better than to challenge him. "Yeth, Thur Kebin."

"Of course, if you fall over, there should be some compensation the other way." Sir Kevin gave me his evil smile. I continued to lick my right foot, precariously perched. "If you lose, I will make you love me. I will make you desire to obey me. Sound good?"

No! He would take away my last vestige of freedom. "Pleath don't do thith, Thur Kebin."

"What an ungrateful little whore. As punishment for your insolence, hop up and down."

I obeyed. I bounced up and down, my left foot springing off the ground while I continue to lick my right. I kicked myself in the teeth several times. I held out my arms, trying not to fall over. Because I knew what the consequences would be. I needed to beat Sir Kevin. If I didn't, I would be lost forever.

"Holding out your arms for balance, Ella? That is cheating. You deserve a Punishment. Use those hands to jiggle your ass."

I obeyed. As my tongue explored the terrain on my right foot, as my left foot pushed my up and down, I found my hands kneading my backside, squeezing and shaking the flesh."

"Harder," Sir Kevin said.

I obeyed. I wanted to cry out in pain as I slapped my behind. I knew I was going to lose his challenge. But I couldn't give up on my only remaining form of independence.

"Faster," Sir Kevin said.

I managed two more hops before falling on the ground.

I didn't just lay there, of course. I had orders to follow. I was still licking my right foot. I was still fondling my ass. And I was trying to get back up so I could hop on one foot like Sir Kevin ordered.

"Stop," Sir Kevin ordered.

I stopped.

"You failed the challenge. You know what that means. Tell me what it means."

"It means you will make me love you, and want to obey you, Sir Kevin."

"It does." Sir Kevin leaned in, and whispered the commands in my ear. "Love me. Want to obey me."

Sir Kevin was beautiful. How had I never seen it before. He was a handsome knight, he had whisked me away. He had sex with me every night, in all sorts of creative ways. And, best of all, he gave me commands. I loved when he gave me commands. I loved the feeling of helplessness, and another person hijacked my body, my mind, my spirit. I looked up at him eagerly awaiting an order.

I didn't have to wait long. "Get up." My heart fluttered as I stood.

"Kiss me." I kissed the Sir Kevin. The greatest kiss of my life.

Sir Kevin tackled me to the ground. He grabbed my feet and sniffed deeply. "Such on that big toe, Ella." I obeyed. It felt glorious to obey. That toe tasted so wonderful. It tasted of obedience.

"Stop. Show me your soles." I obeyed. I loved it. I loved that Sir Kevin could see the soles he found so sexy. I wanted to look sexy for the man I loved.

"Should I command you to let me lick them, Ella?"

"Please do, Sir Kevin."

"You want me to give you a command?"

"More than anything, Sir Kevin."

"If you want the command you'll have to beg for it."

Phrased as a suggestion. Not the command I craved. So I begged. I would have gotten on my knees if I weren't busy showing off my feet. I begged. I pleaded. "You could make me slap myself, Sir Kevin. You love that. You could make me kick myself, Sir Kevin. Please. Force me to say things, Sir Kevin. Make me humiliate myself, Sir Kevin. Please, Sir Kevin."

"No, not going to do it. I'll just lick them right now." And so I spent the night watching my love lick my feet, without experiencing the joys of true submission. My heart was crushed. But I still loved him.