Charisma & Tiffany Ch. 04
Keywords: Ch., 04, &, Tiffany, Charisma,
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While bathing her in the shower stall, before pissing on her and making her drink the warm, golden beverage she"d poured from her bladder, Charisma had planned to fuck Tiffany in the ass with the aluminum Little League baseball bat she"d brought into the shower stall with her for that very purpose. The bat would have opened the shemale"s asshole even more than Charisma had when she"d fist-fucked Tiffany, inserting not only her fingers and fist, but also her wrist and half her forearm inside the shemale"s rectum. Tiffany"s anus had gaped until it was about the same in circumference as that of a small grapefruit. The sight had been, for the cruel and sadistic Charisma, sweet and exciting. However, thanks to the magic that had resulted from Tiffany"s having inserted the enchanted, phallus-shaped butt plug that Charisma had given her, the shemale"s asshole had returned to its normal tight, small size within a minute or so of the sorceress" withdrawal of her arm from within Tiffany"s smooth-walled rectum.
Since the shower, a week ago, Charisma had lost interest in ravaging Tiffany"s ass with the bat. In fact, as it always seemed to happen with Charisma"s paramours, she was fast losing interest in Tiffany as well.
Over the years, Charisma had had many lovers--male, female, and shemale alike. At first, each had seemed to be her perfect soul mate, the one and only person for her, the beloved upon whom the sun rose and set. Unfortunately, each had, over time, also lost his or her appeal, and Charisma had broken off her relationships with them and started her search anew.
With Tiffany, she thought she"d finally found the perfect lover, but, it seemed, once more, Charisma was destined to be disappointed. It was true that Tiffany was the most gorgeous shemale Charisma had ever seen. Her loveliness exceeded that of most genetic girls, and her having a cock and pair of balls instead of a cunt was an added attraction; the incongruity of a person with such a beautiful face and an obviously feminine shape having male genitals despite her firm, high breasts, her round, womanly ass, and her long, tapering legs was somehow thrilling, no matter how many times Charisma had observed these contrasting, contradictory features.
Tiffany"s personality had also been a turn-on for Charisma: whereas Charisma was jaded, Tiffany enjoyed new experiences; whereas Charisma was cynical, Tiffany was sweet and trusting. Charisma was urbane, but Tiffany was naïve. Although Charisma was cruel, Tiffany was kind. If Charisma tended to be dominant and aggressive, Tiffany was submissive and docile. Charisma was a taker, but Tiffany was a giver. It had been tremendous fun tormenting Tiffany emotionally, sexually, and physically these past months, but, finally, the bloom was off the rose, and it simply wasn"t much fun, anymore, to use and abuse the lovely shemale.
Tiffany, for her part, had long ago begun to hate the cruel, oppressive Charisma. Their relationship had started out as one of equals--or so the naïve Tiffany had supposed--but it had soon become one of mistress and slave, and the affection and tenderness that Charisma had initially displayed toward Tiffany had been replaced with aggression and the administering of pain. When Charisma had fist-fucked her, working half her forearm into Tiffany"s rectum, the shemale had understood what she"d suspected for several weeks--Charisma did not love her; the abusive bitch had just been using her to satisfy her own sadistic and depraved impulses. When Charisma had sought to shove that aluminum baseball bat up her ass a week ago, Tiffany had decided she wanted nothing more to do with the crazy bitch. Since then, she"d avoided Charisma--although doing so had not been, by any means, easy to do.
For some reason, despite the mistreatment to which Charisma subjected her, making her go without clothes in front of the household servants, spanking her for little or no reason, making her drink her piss, and otherwise routinely humiliating and abusing her, Tiffany still could not stop thinking of her cruel, hated mistress. Whenever they were apart, Tiffany thought of nothing but Charisma, and her thoughts, though tinged with hatred, were still tender. She still wanted to be with Charisma, emotionally, physically, and sexually, despite her awareness that the sorceress didn"t not love her and was merely using her to satisfy the impulses that resulted from her wanton cruelty. For a week now, ever since the fiasco in the shower stall, Tiffany had resisted innumerable urges to seek out her mistress" company and to indulge herself with the sorceress, doing whatever Charisma commanded of her. Finally, she could do so no longer. She must go to Charisma, regardless of the pain and suffering that might result. She needed to see her again, or she"d go insane with unsatisfied longing.
She went first to the sorceress" bedroom, but Charisma was not there. However, Brenda, the upstairs maid was present, dusting and cleaning. Despite the fact that Brenda, like the other servants, had seen Tiffany naked many times since Charisma had forbidden Tiffany to wear clothes around the house--or anywhere else--the shemale felt mortified to be seen this way, with her tits, cock, balls, and ass on display like so much meat in a butcher"s shop window. Brenda"s eyes swept over her body, a smug smile on her face as she studied the shemale"s nakedness. Without having to say the word, the maid"s expression clearly communicated the disdain in which she held Tiffany, the "slut."
"Have you seen Charisma?" Tiffany asked.
Brenda stared at Tiffany"s breasts and genitals for another long, moment, her contempt clearly displayed on her sneering lips, in her sparkling eyes, and by her arched brow. "No," she replied shortly, as if a single word of response was all that the likes of Tiffany deserved, even from a servant.
Tiffany nodded. "Thank you."
Brenda said nothing, merely continuing to stare in her haughty manner.
Tiffany left hurriedly, wanting to be away from the maid"s scornful gaze. She went downstairs, to the library. Charisma was not in this room, either--but the butler was. He gave her the same haughty look as Brenda had and replied in the same curt, condescending manner as the upstairs maid had used, advising her that no, he hadn"t seen Charisma this morning. "Perhaps, she is dressing," he added, eyeing Tiffany"s nudity in such a way as to suggest that she ought to have the same decency as the mistress of the manor and put some clothes on, too.
Tiffany moved on. She tried the ballroom, the kitchen, the dining room, the billiard parlor, several sitting rooms, the art gallery, the indoor swimming pool, and the conservatory. She found her in this last room, working with one of her bonsai trees. The art of dwarfing trees was Charisma"s only passion besides sorcery and, of course, sadism.
Charisma looked up from her work. "I don"t recall having sent for you," she declared.
The coldness in Charisma"s words made Tiffany shiver. "You didn"t," she agreed, her own voice sounding timid.
"Then why are you here, wasting my time?"
A tear rose in Tiffany"s eye. How could she ever have thought she"d loved such a cruel and tyrannical bitch? At one time, she"d feared that Charisma could use her magic powers to read her mind, but Tiffany no longer cared whether the sorceress could do so. It didn"t matter. Charisma would be certain to punish her, anyway; whether she thought ill of her or not made no difference, because she punished her not because of Tiffany"s behavior but because of who Charisma was herself. "I can"t stop thinking of you," the shemale confessed.
Charisma gave her a smile, but it wasn"t a friendly one. Like the maid and the butler, the sorceress looked arrogant and scornful of Tiffany"s nude presence. "There are five bonsai styles," she said, as if lecturing a naughty child. "The formal upright requires perfect growing conditions. It must have a straight trunk that tapers gradually from top to bottom, and the branches must be symmetrically spaced. Larches, junipers, pines and spruces are suitable for such a style."
Charisma ended her lecture, and Tiffany wondered whether the sorceress expected a reply. Uncertain as to what to say, she said, "I see."
"You see nothing," Charisma said, snorting at the very notion that such a one as Tiffany might understand anything of the fine art of bonsai. "An art such as mine requires a sophistication beyond your years--or, for that matter, your cognitive capabilities."
Tiffany"s eyes filled with tears, and she bit her lip.
"If I were a bonsai," Charisma said, more to herself than to her visitor, "I would be a formal upright." She gazed at the nude shemale. "You, on the other hand, would be nothing more than a slanting bonsai." She paused, studying the beautiful shemale. "Do you know what that is?" she asked. Before Tiffany could respond, Charisma answered her own question. "Of course, you don"t. Well, then, I shall tell you. With the slanting bonsai, the trunk may curve or remain straight, but the tree itself must angle to the right or the left. This style is simple and results from many methods. When the tree is young, it can be trained to angle by wiring its trunk in the desired direction of growth. The tree can also be forced to grow in a slanted style by putting the pot in which it grows on a slant and causing the tree to grow abnormally." Charisma paused. "I used both methods on you, to twist and warp your emotional, physical, and sexual development. Now, my work with you is almost finished."
Charisma"s cavalier comparison of Tiffany to a stunted tree that had been purposely made to grow in a bizarre, twisted fashion enraged the shemale. Despite her fear of the sorceress, Tiffany snapped, "I am not a fucking tree!"
Charisma smiled. "Don"t be offended by my little analogy. After all, in working with a bonsai--or a person--one must always remember that one is working with a living thing. One must study its natural characteristics carefully to discern a style that suits its individual nature.
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Keywords: Ch., 04, &, Tiffany, Charisma,