Once upon a time, not so long ago in fact, there lived a little girl called Cinderella. She got that name because she was banished from the rest of the house to the old kitchen, which had a great open fireplace. While the rest of the family lived in superb comfort in climate control air-conditioning, the poor little 10 year old had to shiver through the harsh winters, getting whatever little warmth she could from a few scraps of wood or odd lumps of coal. The little bit of fuel that she could scrounge barely heated the great old fireplace, so she had to sit with her feet practically in the fire; hence she got cinders on them and that is why she was called Cinderella.

But why, I hear you asking, was the poor little girl banished from the rest of the house? Envy. Pure and simple. One of the Seven Deadly Sins. The green-eyed dragon.

Yes, the rest of the family were envious of Cinderella. Well, her stepfather wasn't, but he was a weak-willed and ineffectual man, who happened to have a large fortune. If he hadn't he wouldn't have been tolerated for a moment in that household. No sir!

The envy came from Cinderella's two ugly older sisters and her image obsessed mother. If you ever saw the film "American Beauty", you'll recall the mother. That's what Cinderella's mother was like, but she went a stage further: She had an almost pathological fear that her youngest daughter was more beautiful than she was. In a way she was right too, because she was so obsessed with having the perfect body that she had become gaunt and scrawny, while her daughter was lithe and smooth and supple of face and body.

In fact our heroine was well on the way to becoming a regular little cutie, with long curling lashes that veiled her soft brown eyes and glowing chestnut hair that fell in lustrous waves to her shoulders. Or it would have been lustrous if she'd been allowed to wash it properly with a good shampoo instead of having to use coarse and gritty soap and cold water. Her skin actually glowed with health through the grime that she could barely wash off it; before you pass judgement just ask yourself if you'd be keen to have a bath in unheated water when it was only 10 degrees C!

As for the two older sisters, they were perfect examples of the epidemic of obesity that gripped the country. To their fat slovenly bodies you must add their repulsive coarse, red, greasy, pimply faces. The only boys at school who'd have anything to do with them were the ones who'd overcome their revulsion to let the fat twins give them blow jobs. Which they weren't even very good at....

As for the other girls at school, it was only the twins' almost limitless allowances, extracted from their simpering father by emotional blackmail that earned them the following of sycophants who cynically accepted their distributed largesse.

Cinderella did not go to school, nor was she even allowed out of the house very much other than to carry home the shopping from the mall. At home she was spurned by her mother and sisters, and was only given to eat what her sisters didn't want: fruit, vegetables, nuts, plain yoghurt and lean meat. Which explains why she was healthy and they weren't (and in case you're wondering, her mother hardly ate anything at all and her father ate at his club).

As if all that weren't bad enough, the poor little girl's mother punished her often and severely, and usually for no particular reason. At least once every week she was made to bend over the arm of a chair, with her ragged dress pulled up around her waist and her holey panties down around her ankles, while her lovely white rounded little bottom was spanked to a glowing red with a hairbrush.

Not very encouraging for poor little Cinderella, was it?

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That is, not very encouraging until the day that the King announced a Bondagettes Ball. Like all good monarchs, the King was naturally concerned to see his son, the Crown Prince, set up with a suitable partner who would take care of his, shall we say, natural urges. Oh sure, the Crown Prince had a wife, but this was an arranged political marriage and as we know from the history of the last 20 or so years that sort of marriage doesn't always work. The King, a wise, astute and pragmatic man with a network of reliable informers, knew more or less exactly what the Crown Prince's little peccadillos were. One day while playing with his toy battleships in the bath the idea of holding the ball came to his mind. Almost immediately afterwards he realised that, being a good parent, he should personally supervise the ball to ensure that good behaviour and decorum were observed. There were no flies on the King, although you could see where they'd been....

The concept of the ball was quite simple. All of the maidens between 10 and 12 years of age in the kingdom were to be invited, the only stipulation being that they must appear in bondage with their naughty bits covered (the King knew just how excitable the Crown Prince could get, and he didn't want that to be witnessed in public).

You might well ask, dear reader, what responsible parent would ever let his or her daughter, at the tender ages of 10 to 12, appear in public in bondage for the specific purpose of being selected by an adult male for activities that would surely earn anyone else a long stretch in the castle dungeons. Greed. Sheer greed. Another one of the Seven Deadly Sins. The same urge that has propelled some children some to cinematic stardom, or others to become the companions of adult male pop singers.

Anyway, whatever you believe, the King had a gang of unemployed rastas dressed up in the royal livery and sent them out in pairs: one to act as a herald and the other as a messenger, carrying the King's invitation to the maidens of the kingdom. The plan was a good one, but didn't quite work out; none of the heralds had even the slightest idea of how to play the hastily assembled collection of trumpets, bugles and cornets, with the result that at almost every house they were pelted with rubbish and driven off with a surprisingly diverse collection of deadly weapons. The King recalled his messengers and heralds, confiscated the brass wind instruments and sent them out again with only the power of their lungs to announce their presence.

The issue of invitations to the Bondagettes Ball went well after that, and eventually one of the royal messengers arrived at the house of Cinderella's step-father. That weak but basically good man had scruples about accepting the invitation, but of course he was soon overruled by his cynical and calculating wife. The fat and ugly twins were duly paraded and, after the nausea of the royal messengers were overcome, their names were entered in the Official List of Guests and they were handed the gold-edged invitation cards. When Cinderella's step-father said that he had another daughter he was mercilessly put down and humiliated, which is why our suffering little heroine came to be left at home on the night of the Bondagettes Ball.

Curious readers may also want to know why invitations were issued to her two sisters, seeing that they were so repulsive. A well known song might tell us that money won't buy you love, but a merchant bank that holds nearly a quarter of the Royal Treasury's bonds at a low rate of interest can earn the bank's principal shareholder, Chairman and CEO a lot of respect.

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Poor Cinderella. Unwanted, unloved, cold, hungry and neglected. Sitting home all alone, thinking that her last chance of happiness had gone, a solitary tear trickled slowly down her cheek.....

*POOF*

That the little girl was startled would be an understatement. After she got over her surprise at the loud noise and bright flash of light she looked up and was completely disarmed with astonishment. There, in the middle of the cold old kitchen, stood the most extraordinary person she had ever seen.

He, she or it was wearing a lacy corset, a pair of gossamer wings, a tutu like a ballet dancer's, long gloves, silky stockings and a pair of really high-heeled shoes, all of it in a delicate shade of pink. What was most extraordinary of all was that the person had a cock. Cinderella knew that it was a cock because she'd once accidentally walked in on her step-father with an armful of fresh towels while he was getting out of the bath, and she'd overheard her lascivious sisters talking about the cocks they'd sucked at school.

"Well dearie" asked the apparition in a lithp, "haven't you ever seen a trannie before?"

"Uh, err, um, no" the astonished little girl finally managed to reply.

"Hmmm, I don't suppose you would have. Well, no matter. I am your Fairy Godmother, and I am here to change your life around." He, she or it paused for effect. "Cinderella, you are going to the Bondagettes Ball!"

"But... um, Fairy Godmother, I haven't got anything to wear" she protested.

"Spoken like a woman!" exclaimed FG, making a limp-wristed gesture. "Don't worry, my little flower" she said giving Cinderella's cheek an affectionate pat. "You seem to be forgetting the 'fairy' part of my godmothership, which means that I can make things happen in a way that will take your breath away."

"Oh dear Fairy Godmother" exclaimed Cinderella, "I so want to go to the Bondagettes Ball. Can you really help me?"

"You just wait kiddo!"

With that she snapped her fingers loudly and at the sound the door opened and in came a small procession of little people dressed in green with funny pointed hats. They made Cinders feel a little uncomfortable with the way that they leered at her.

"These are my elves" FG said. "Lustful little buggers, but just ignore them. They're quite harmless and they are helpful, most of the time. To work!" she went on, clapping her hands.

There was another flash and a sound like a clap of thunder and a beautiful white porcelain claw-footed bath appeared in the middle of the kitchen. It was half-full of steaming water and exuded beautiful sweet flower scents. Along the side were little brass holders full of luxurious soaps.

"Now, get out of those rags and into that bath" the Fairy Godmother commanded. "You must be clean and smell nice to appear in the presence of the King and the Crown Prince."

The little girl felt a bit strange taking her clothes off in front of the lustful elves; a couple of them had odd-looking bumps in the fronts of their trousers. However under FG's direction they soon divested Cinderella of her filthy rags, one bearing them away with a pair of tongs and a disgusted look on his face. After a moment of hesitation she got into the deliciously warm and scented bath and the elves set to with a will, scrubbing brushes and lots of soap and shampoo. It did feel good to be washed so clean, although she did wonder why they paid so much attention to her chest, the crack between her bottom cheeks and her little hairless fanny. Whatever the reason, she ended up with a lovely warm and tingly feeling.

Eventually FG pronounced that the bath was completed, and Cinderella was commanded to get out of it. She was dried very thoroughly by the elves with big white warm fluffy towels. Then they rubbed her all over with all sorts of lovely smelling creams and lotions. It seemed to the little girl that all of the elves had to spend a lot of time concentrating on her private parts, and it did give her nice tingly feelings. Eventually they finished, having been admonished by the Fairy Godmother and before she had time to wonder what was next one of them produced a black bag and began to get strange-looking things out of it.

"Now my girl" said the Fairy Godmother, "it's time to get you dressed."

First was a pair of tight black latex pants that the elves had a bit of trouble getting onto her. FG expressed more than once her opinion of the rule requiring covering of "the naughty bits". The little girl thought how nice the smooth garment felt against her skin.

Next was a black leather corset, which covered from her waist to just above her little pink nipples. To get it laced up she had to breath out and hold like that for a couple of minutes while two of the elves strained away at the laces. It was so tight that it made Cinderella feel a bit light-headed for a while. The elves all thoroughly approved, leering at her with bigger bumps in the fronts of their pants.

When the Fairy Godmother got them to work again one elf picked up what looked like a sort of harness made of black leather straps. At first our little heroine felt a bit afraid when it was put over her head and the black ball was pushed into her mouth, but FG soothed her and she let the lustful little people buckle it up. It made her feel a bit funny to have her head firmly enclosed and restricted like that, but she accepted FG's assurances that she'd get used to it and that it would make her stand out from the crowd at the ball.

Two of the elves then took her arms and brought them together behind her back, while two more slid a kind of black leather sleeve up from her wrists. It was a snug fit, and she found her little arms being pulled together more and more by the smooth black leather as it was eased up almost to her shoulders. The elves then did up a set of laces, which made it tight. At first she felt a sense of panic when she couldn't move her arms, but the Fairy Godmother was very kind and soothing, and she soon began to feel that it was rather nice to be confined like that. The elves then did up a pair of straps, one over each shoulder, so that the whole thing fitted even more snugly. The warm tingly feeling she'd had in the bath began to come back.

The elves then helped her into a pair of high-heeled shoes that had funny big ankle straps. They spent a little while letting her get used to walking in the shoes before linking the ankle straps together with a short chain. All that Cinderella could now do was hobble slowly about.

"My word!" exclaimed FG, standing back with an admiring expression on his or her face, hands clasped in front. "You do look good."

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Cinderella would have liked to ask how she was supposed to get to the ball, but of course with her mouth full of the black rubber ball all that came out were mumph sounds. Naturally the Fairy Godmother had all this under control, and she got the elves to help the little girl out through the door. All that she could see outside was her father's old golf cart and a couple of large rats which were sniffing tentatively at the air. FG snapped her fingers again, there was another flash of light and a thunderclap and the astonished girl beheld before her the longest stretch limo that she'd ever seen. The old golf cart was gone and the two rats had been transformed into men in charcoal grey uniforms with peaked caps and they were wearing dark glasses.

"Dark glasses?" asked the Fairy Godmother in a reproving tone. "I didn't ask for men in dark glasses!"

"We're on a mission Ma'm" said one.

"Yes, a mission from God" added the other.

"Oh, very well, but please drive carefully. The Royal Constabulary is out in force tonight."

"Yes Ma'm" they responded in unison, giving a poor imitation of a salute.

Without further ado one of the men got into the drivers seat and the other helped Cinderella into the back of the car. He then proceeded to explain and demonstrate to her all of the luxurious features of the limo, including the bar and DVD player, pointing out the large range of DVDs that she could watch. Being severely gagged the former was useless and the latter became so too when the Fairy Godmother leant in through the open door and tied a black silk scarf around her head, covering her eyes. "I almost forgot that the Bondagettes have to be blindfolded" she said. "Oh, and in the excitement I almost forgot something really, really important. All this - the bondage gear, the limo and this pair of wankers - disappears at the last stroke of midnight. My magic only works up until then. You must get away from the palace before then; otherwise it will be a long and cold walk home. You will remember that, won't you Cinders?"

"And another thing. You will be introduced as Miss Incognito. No one must know who you really are. Do you understand?"

Of course all that our little girl could do was to nod. Anyway, how could she have told anyone, firmly gagged as she was? The Fairy Godmother just had time to lean in through the window and kiss her forehead before the driver powered it closed and screeched away in a dense and stinking cloud of unburnt hydrocarbons and scorched rubber.

"Really!" said FG with a sigh to no one in particular. "They get worse every year."

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The royal palace, a late 19th century confection modelled on something from the old Austrian empire, was a blaze of lights. Liveried footmen stood about in droves, assisting the mostly helpless occupants of cars and carriages into the great marble ballroom. Inside it was all glitter and spectacle, with courtiers both male and female in their evening wear and the Kings Guard in their ceremonial uniform. It was also very noisy; super amplified dance party music, controlled by a very funky-looking DJ, alternated with Strauss waltzes, played with quiet desperation by an ensemble of the royal orchestra.

At one end of the vast room the King sat on an elaborate throne on a low dais, smiling benevolently about him. To his right and sitting on a less elaborate and lower throne was the Queen, resplendent in the crown jewels and wondering to herself when she could politely excuse herself with a headache. More liveried footmen, carrying trays of golden wine, in which trails of bubbles endlessly rose to the surface, and succulent nibblies, circulated amongst the crowd on the vast floor of the ballroom.

And in the midst of it all were the specially invited guests; the 32 maidens whose parents had accepted the invitation. In their various forms of restraint they were the centre of attention. As each one arrived the Royal Chamberlain, stationed at the top of a short flight of stairs just inside the entrance to the ballroom, would bang the end of his elaborate ceremonial staff on the floor and announce the name of the new arrival. In most cases the hubbub of conversation ebbed a little, and then resumed its former level.

"Miss Incognito" boomed the voice of the Royal Chamberlain. He had been chosen partly on the basis of his ability to make himself heard over the output of a 100,000 watt amplifier.

This time the noise not only ebbed, but drained away altogether, like water out of a bathtub. Every single person in the room who was not blindfolded gradually turned their attention to the entrance and the shy little leather restrained girl who stood there. They were spellbound (pun not intended). Never had anyone there seen such a charming sight.

Of course our heroine had no idea of what was happening. She was bewildered and stood there, not knowing what do. It was a relief when the hands and kindly voice of a trusted footman guided her down onto the main floor of the ballroom, where she seemed to stand all alone for an eternity. Also, by this time, her arms and jaw were beginning to feel a little bit cramped.

"Good evening Mademoiselle" said a cultured and assured adult man's voice. "Would you do me the honour of this dance?"

All that Cinderella could do was to nod her head. Then, thinking that the unseen person might even be the Crown Prince, she tried to drop a curtsy too, but only succeeded in almost falling over.

The music, a waltz, began to play and a pair of warm and strong hands placed themselves on her: one on her left shoulder and the other on her waist, just as if she and her unseen partner were actually going to dance. Naturally, with her ankles shackled together, all that she could do was to shuffle and stumble, only held on her feet by the attentive pair of hands.

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And so the night wore on, and the stranger hardly left Cinderella for more than a moment. He seemed to be very kind, and asked her many questions about herself and her life. Of course she could only nod or shake her head, so the amount of information she could give him was pretty limited. That is to say, when she could hear what he said or the questions he asked above the extremely loud dance party music.

Also, as the time passed, the unseen man drew our little heroine closer and closer, until she could feel the warmth of his body against hers, and an odd hard bump pressing against her tummy. What she also noticed more and more was that the tight lycra pants were giving her a nice warm tickly feeling between the legs; and that after a while it began to feel a bit damp down there.

At one point she felt a hand (and she was sure it was her partner's) running slowly over her body, making her feel even nicer. That is until a severe older man's voice rasped "Not here, you fool!"

Time seemed to stand still, and the cramps in her arms and jaw gradually got more and more noticeable. Even worse, she badly needed to do a wee wee.

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*BONGGG*

The sound reached the ears of the dancers even above the frenetic cacophony of the house music.

*BONGGG*

Cinderella heard it too this time, but for the moment it didn't mean anything.

*BONGGG*

Then she suddenly understood. It was a great clock, and it was sounding the strokes of midnight!

*BONGGG*

She had to get away! How many times had the great bell tolled? Three? Four?

*BONGGG*

Where could she go? How could she get away anyway, restrained in leather as she was?

*BONGGG*

In a panic the little girl broke away from the arms of her partner and tried to shuffle - anywhere.

"Oh Miss Incognito" he cried, "Where are you going?"

*BONGGG*

"Please stop. Do come back to me" he called in a distressed tone above the noise. But she couldn't stop. She had to get away!

*BONGGG*

By this time people had begun to notice, and even the music had stopped. There was a buzz of voices as they speculated on what was happening.

*BONGGG*

With a rising sense of panic Cinderella blundered ahead, not knowing where she was going. Then she felt her left foot go out from under her and she fell, full length, on the hard marble floor.

*BONGGG* she heard dimly. The fall had quite stunned her.

The strong hands of her dancing partner raised her up, and she could hear his voice in her ear, anxiously asking what the matter was. She could only frantically shake her head. It was then she noticed that the shoe had come off her left foot, although the ankle cuff was still there, and it was still linked to the one on her right ankle with the little chain.

*BONGGG*

Now in almost a blind panic, she tried to break away from the hands holding her, gasping for breath and making muffled noises through the tight ballgag.

*BONGGG*

There was a loud *POP* and suddenly her eyes were flooded with light. The ballgag, head harness, single glove, ankle restraints and corset all seemed to dematerialise all at the same time. Midnight had struck!

The hard life she'd led had made Cinderella a self-reliant little girl, and while everyone else stood stunned, rooted to the spot, she quickly gathered her wits, looked around for the door and fled as fast as her stiff legs would carry her. She was outside, reeling for a moment as the cold air hit her naked body, before anyone had recovered enough to go after her.

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Shivering with cold and almost numbed with shock, little Cinderella finally made her way home through the darkened streets of the town. Trembling with emotion she crawled into her little bed, huddling under the thin blankets to get warm again.

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The Crown Prince, for that was who her dance partner had been, sat disconsolately in his study the next morning.

"Well!" cried the King, coming in without knocking. "What are you mooning about for like that?"

"Oh Father" the Prince responded dolefully. "She was the perfect little flower, and now she's gone. No one, not even the Guards, saw where she went."

"So, what are you doing about finding her?" asked his pater.

"How can I?" was the dispirited response. "She could be anywhere in the kingdom."

"Son" said his father patiently, "we have the list of all the 10 to 12 year old maidens in the kingdom, we have flunkeys to do our bidding, and we have this." At which point he held up the left high-heeled shoe that had come off Cinderella's foot as she tried to flee the night before.

"Of course!" cried the suddenly rejuvenated Prince. "I'll organise it straight away. I'll give the list and the shoe to my own valet, a man I trust completely, and tell him to find the one maiden in the kingdom that this shoe fits. Oh, thank you Father!" he cried, hugging him and kissing him on the cheek before rushing out of the room.

"Après moi le deluge" said the King in a resigned tone, expressively rolling his eyes back in his head.

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Thus it was that the Crown Prince's valet and a trusted flunky went from house to house throughout the length and breadth of the kingdom, looking for the one maiden that the shoe fitted. And it would only be one maiden too, as the shoe had been made by magic to fit Cinderella and her only.

Eventually, in due course and in the fullness of time the valet and his sidekick, carrying the shoe, arrived at the house where our little girl lived. Of course the news of the search had spread throughout the kingdom and every household that included a maiden who had been to the ball were anxiously awaiting their arrival. Thus when they knocked on the front door of Cinderella's house there was a great deal of confident expectation: this was the very last house to be visited in the kingdom.

The Crown Prince's envoys were shown into the drawing room and the two ugly sisters were summoned. The first sister, Shirley, sat on a low chair and the valet, overcoming his disgust at her repulsive appearance, knelt down and tried to fit the shoe. Her foot was too long. Wriggle and squeeze as she might, ply the shoehorn, apply soap and all the other old wive's tales for putting shoes that were too small onto feet that were too big, it simply would not go on.

The valet, reeling from the smell of Shirley's foot, went outside to draw a breath of clean air, and then bravely called for her sister Cheryl to try on the shoe. If the Prince had seen his devotion to duty he would have pinned the kingdom's highest bravery medal on his chest there and then. This time the foot was far too wide. Cheryl's mother, in desperation, tried everything she knew to make the shoe fit. She even called back Shirley for another round, but all to no avail.

"Well" said the valet in a puzzled tone. "This shoe must fit someone, and I've been to all of the houses where maidens who went to the ball live." He paused for a few moments, scanning the list again.

"My list shows that there is another and younger maiden living here. We should see if her foot fits the shoe."

"Oh, you mean Cinderella" said her mother dismissively. "She's only a dirty little girl, and she didn't go to the ball anyway. You DON'T want to see HER" she added in a tone of finality.

"Y-yes you do" cut in a slightly quavery voice.

Everyone looked around in surprise. It was Cinderella's stepfather, standing in the doorway and twisting his hands together nervously.

"Oh, take no notice of that silly man. He's only my husband" said the mother haughtily, giving him the blackest of looks. The valet didn't fail to notice that look, and reflected that if looks could kill there'd be a corpse in the house right now.

"No, you listen to ME, you stupid selfish bitch!" the man in doorway suddenly shouted. Everyone in the room jerked around in surprise. "Cinderella has a right to try on the shoe, and she WILL try on the shoe! If you don't like that you won't like having to make all the money of MINE that you so freely spend yourself. About the only way YOU could do that is on your back, slut! That's if anyone would be so low as to screw someone who looked like a scarecrow." The worm had turned!

The mother gaped in surprise, the colour rising to her cheeks. But it was too late; she'd lost the initiative, and didn't protest when her husband turned and called to Cinderella. The poor little girl, dirty and dressed in rags as usual, came slowly into the room, barely daring to raise her head.

"Hello Cinderella" said the valet in a kindly voice. "I'm here to see which maiden's foot this shoe will fit. It was left behind at the Bondagettes Ball by a young girl who fled at midnight, but not before she had captured the heart of the Crown Prince. The Prince has given me orders to find that girl, and that's why I'm here. So far it has not fitted the foot of any maiden, even though I've been through the whole kingdom.

"Now, just sit down here on this chair and we'll see if it fits you."

"Yes sir", she whispered, slowly sitting down on the chair.

The valet gently lifted Cinderella's small slim leg and carefully placed the shoe against her foot. And it fitted exactly.

Everyone gasped in amazement. Our little heroine blushed, remembering the events of that night so many months ago. Her mother spluttered with rage. The two ugly sisters scowled. Her stepfather smiled. The valet stood and helped the now smiling little girl to her feet.

"I am commanded by His Royal Highness that as soon as the maiden is found she is to be brought to the palace. Are you ready now Cinderella, to take up a new life?"

"Oh yes sir" she replied, breaking into smiles for the first time that anyone could recall.

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So it was that little 10 year old Cinderella was taken to the Crown Prince's suite at the royal palace. Once there she was bathed and shampooed and anointed and finally dressed in nice clothes for an audience with His Royal Highness.

"Hello Cinderella" said the Prince in a kindly tone, holding out his hand for her to kiss. She duly curtsied and shyly kissed it. "I'm so glad that you've finally been found. You realise, don't you, that you captured my heart at the Ball and we've been looking for you ever since?" Cinderella blushed and looked at the floor in confusion.

"Now that you're here," continued the Prince "we can make sure that you really are the one I've been looking for. Take your clothes off, please Cinderella."

"But sir... Your Highness.... " she replied, blushing as she looked around at the small group of servants and courtiers.

"Oh, don't worry about them" the Prince replied, dismissively waving his hand. "They're only lustful when I allow them to be."

After a bit more hesitation our little heroine slowly shed her clothes, ending up as naked as the day she was born. The Crown Prince beamed as her looked over her small pink nipples, nice rounded little bottom (and wasn't it just as well that her mother hadn't spanked her recently!) and cute puffy little hairless fanny. In a very short time there was a distinctly noticeable ridge in the front of his trousers.

At a gesture from him one of the courtiers came forward with a small black bag. The first item to be taken out of it was a superbly made black leather corset, which two of the servants then put on Cinderella and laced up, very tightly. Not only did the smooth cool leather feel lovely against her skin, but also it smelt just wonderful.

Next was a pair of black high-heeled shoes, with the broad ankle straps. No sooner had her feet been placed in them than the ankle straps were joined by a little silver chain. Then out of the bag came a head harness, just like the one she'd worn to the ball, only this was magnificently tooled in black leather. It likewise included a black rubber ballgag, which was fitted into her mouth and the whole contrivance was securely and firmly buckled up.

Finally there was a lovely soft and supple single glove which was slid all the way up Cinderella's arms and firmly laced, securely holding her arms behind her back. When the shoulder straps were buckled the Prince walked around her several times, carefully inspecting the little captive.

"Perfect!" he exclaimed, smiling tenderly at our little heroine. "Just what I wanted."

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Cinderella lived happily ever after as the Crown Prince's little bondage maid.

The little girl's mother enjoyed her moment in the sun, appearing on TV chat shows - that is until the audiences got tired of her (as they soon do on those programs).

The two ugly sisters became, for a while, the celebrity attraction at a bordello which specialised in weird humiliations. However there was not a single client who was willing to come back for more of the same. They got religion and ended up handing out hymn books to a strangely dwindling congregation at the kingdom's biggest Pentecostal church.

And what about Cinderella's stepfather? He appointed a trusted subordinate to run his merchant bank and set up a trust to sponsor a sense of adventure amongst the youth of the kingdom. He was last heard of leading a hiking party into an isolated corner of Bhutan.

In case you were wondering, it was he, Cinderella's stepfather, who arranged for the Fairy Godmother to call that fateful night.