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.
With just a few words, Sir Kevin had changed my entire outlook on life. "Love me," he had said. "Want to obey me." The old Ella was swept away. Gone was the petulant girl who didn't appreciate Sir Kevin. Gone was the prudish self-centered bitch who complained every time she was made to suck the man's cock or smash her head against a wall for his amusement.
"Do you love to serve me, Ella?"
"Yes, Sir Kevin!"
"Is there any command you wouldn't love to receive?"
"No, Sir Kevin."
"Well, Ella, I don't believe you. I think you'll break eventually. I've to put your obedience to the test. You are going to spend the night on a series of increasingly unpleasant orders."
My heart fluttered. A night spent obeying my master!
"I will give you commands. As you do each task I set out, you will tell me if you are happy to obey. Do you understand?"
"I understand, Sir Kevin."
"Remove your clothes."
"I am happy to obey, Sir Kevin!"
I had never been so ecstatic to strip for Sir Kevin. I danced with joy as I removed my clothing.
"Slap yourself."
"I am happy to obey, Sir Kevin," I exclaimed, as my hand impacted my face. The sting on my cheek was nothing compared to the warm joy of my obedience.
"Harder."
"I am happy to obey, Sir Kevin."
"Bite your foot."
"I am happy to obey, Sir Kevin." I got down on the floor, and bit the bottom of my foot.
"Enough to draw blood."
"I am happy to obey, Sir Kevin."
I loved the metallic taste. The taste of someone else controlling my life.
Sir Kevin handed me a knife. "Carve my name into your other foot."
"I am happy to obey, Sir Kevin."
I was proud to have the name of my love carved into the sole of my foot. And the pain was nothing.
"Well, now you're bleeding from both feet. Walk around the room."
"I am happy to obey, Sir Kevin."
Each bloody footprint was another gift from my beloved master.
"Now dance for me, slave."
"I am happy to obey, Sir Kevin."
I knew my master liked sexy dances, and I wanted to please him. I pranced around the room, giving him clear views of my tits and my ass. I showed off my legs and kicked my feet. It was wonderful.
"Vomit out everything in your stomach. Then lick it all up off the floor. And vomit it up again, and keep repeating until I tell you to stop."
"I am happy to obey, Sir Kevin."
I fell to the floor and wretched until my body was empty.
"I am happy to obey, Sir Kevin," I repeated before beginning to lick.
"I am happy to obey, Thur Kebin," I said while lick.
I repeated the mantra as I vomited and licked, until my throat was sore and my mouth burned. I was so happy to be following Sir Kevin's orders.
"Now eat your socks and shoes," Sir Kevin ordered. "You are to go barefoot for the rest of your life."
"I am happy to obey, Sir Kevin."
The taste of my sweaty feet filled my mouth as I chewed. I could have fainted with happiness. I swallowed. Knowing that I would be barefoot for Sir Kevin was more nourishing than a sumptuous meal.
Sir Kevin handed me a stick. My heart was full of fantasies about what he'd make me do with it. "Tell me, Ella. The last time I had you put a rod up your ass, did you enjoy it?"
"No, Sir Kevin."
"Stick this up your butt."
"I am happy to obey, Sir Kevin."
I forced the rod up my anus. With every inch, I felt more grateful to Sir Kevin. This was true obedience! This was true submission! I smiled as the blood poured from my rear.
"Dance for me some more, Ella. And be sure to wiggle your ass around."
"I am happy to obey, Sir Kevin."
I danced. The sexiest, most submissive dance I could do. The blood coming out of my feet and ass made a map of my dance on the ground. A reminder of how much I loved to serve Sir Kevin.
Sir Kevin watched with interest as leaped and pranced. He grinned when I shook my bleeding ass. He licked me when I came in close and rubbed against him. The touch of his tongue was all the validation I needed.
Sir Kevin handed me his sword. He sneered his handsome sneer. I loved how he looked when he wanted me to suffer. "Penetrate yourself with this."
"I am happy to obey, Sir Kevin."
I loved it. Impaling my vagina on Sir Kevin's blade was true subservience. I orgasmed, delighted by my degradation. The cum mixed with my blood and streamed on to the floor. I was ecstatic. "I am happy to obey, Sir Kevin," I said again.
Sir Kevin was clearly surprised by my level of devotion. But he had another command. "Suffer," he said. "Feel total and complete agony."
"I am happy to obey, Sir Kevin."
It was like every atom of my body was on fire. But it was an obedient fire. "I am happy to obey, Sir Kevin," I said again. "I am happy to obey, Sir Kevin! "I am happy to obey, Sir Kevin!" I loved it. I loved it so much. "I am happy to obey, Sir Kevin!" Sir Kevin left the room in disgust.