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Chapter #9
Start by doing some chores for me
by: Unknown
Cinder smiled down at you as she reached down and plucked you up off of the floor. You shivered as you were brought right up to her face.
“I think we’ll start small.” She states, “Fitting for your stature.” She said mockingly, taking note of the almost ashamed blush you wore as she said that, “Some simple chores will be fine for now.” Your captress for the foreseeable future said. With your tiny body once again in her hand, she walked over to her desk, and sat in her chair. After a quick struggle to get comfortable. Cinder placed you down onto the massive desk, and reached down, opening one of the drawers that ran up it.
Your Mistress dug around for a moment or two, before pulling out a red vial, that was about as tall as you. Cinder set the vial down in front of you, letting you see that it was a bottle of nail polish. You looked back up at Cinder to see that she had placed both of her hands on the desk, she looked down at you expectantly. It didn’t take much to determine just what it was that she wanted.
“Yes, Mistress.” You quickly blurted, making your way to the bottle. Cinder smirked down at you as you struggled to open the bottle.
‘It’s almost adorable…’ she thought as you finally got the cap and brush off. She stiffed a giggle as she watched you wobble around with the brush to keep your balance. But eventually you found your footing, and got to work on her nails. Your blush grew redder as you noticed that this was the same shade of red as her dress… and underwear.
The work was slow, Cinder would definitely have to fix that, but the results were better than what she had expected. Sure, you had a few splotches here and there, but overall not too bad. Especially for your first time. But Cinder wasn’t about to tell you that.
“That was pitiful.” She said flatly as she looked over her nails, watching you shiver, “You’ll work on that later. I don’t want my nails taking that long, nor have this many mistakes in the future.” She stated. Her smirk fell a moment, as she shifted her-from your perspective-titanic ass in her seat a bit more. It wasn’t exactly a comfortable chair. She leaned back as she thought of what to have you do next.
“Now just what will your next chore for me be…” She pondered aloud as she thought of what your next task was going to be. You stared up at her in anticipation as she finally made a decision.
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