From the lowest of the lowly servants to the highest of the high society, it is said that each of us has, looking over us, our very own guardian angels. These beings watch over our lives like the sun and moon, ever present, watchful, but separate. Only very rarely do these creatures choose to interfere in the lives of their charges, preferring to let their destinies unfold in the natural way.
But occasionally, when we are at our greatest need, or when danger threatens and life teeters on the edge, they can exert their influence on our world. For better or worse, our guardian angels watch over us and have our best interests at heart. At least, that is what we have to hope that they want for us.
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The day for Cinderella started very much the same as any other day. She was up before dawn to prepare the house's breakfast and begin the numerous other chores that always demanded her attention. She put on the traditional maid's uniform that her stepmother and Mistress, Lady Tremaine, insisted that she wore during her duties. The silky dark outfit with frilly apron and frilly white lining barely came down below her waist, leaving her long smooth stocking-covered legs exposed. Her short blond hair was always tied back with a strip of blue cloth into a simple elegant ponytail, which kept it back from interfering with her other duties.
As she passed by the cloudy mirror in the dining room, making her way up to her Stepmother's chambers she caught a glimpse of herself. She was a young pretty girl of only twenty, quite thin as a result of her meagre diet and with high cheekbones and a petite pointed nose. Her small breasts were cupped tightly by the tight cinching of the maid's uniform, which also amplified her narrow waist and allowed her admittedly slim hips to flare out a little wider beneath the skirt. Beneath the skirt she wore a simple plain cotton thong which her Stepmother said showed off her best asset perfectly when she was bending down to scrub the floors.
And finally, finishing off the outfit was a simple black leather collar around her throat, the studs of which spelled out the word 'SLUT' in sparkling glass gems. Lady Tremaine had secured this trinket around her neck on the very first day that Cinderella had knowingly submitted herself to being her Mistress's little serving slut. She had not taken it off even once since that day, and every day she had prepared her Stepmother's breakfast at 7am sharp and brought it up to her in bed, the first of her daily duties.
The door to Lady Tremaine's chamber was closed as usual and Cinderella knocked delicately before hearing the call to enter. She had made the mistake of entering without being called to before, and had been punished for it. While balancing the tray with the breakfast expertly in her hand, Cinderella opened the door and stared into the gloom inside. The only light in the room came through a narrow slit in the curtains which allowed a slim beam of morning sunlight to fall across the wide double bed at the centre of the room.
Lying on bed was Lady Tremaine, her Stepmother, her Mistress. She was as beautiful as she was austere and strict. She currently lay back on a pile of pillows, with a long satin purple nightshirt being the only thing currently covering her naked form. Her tall and sensuous body looked almost like a relaxed snake, her curves sprawled like a river across the black silk sheets. Her long dark hair, flecked with grey at the temples, was tied up in a school-teacher-esque bun behind her head and her bright green eyes shone out of the gloom towards Cinderella. Even after all these years Cinderella still quailed a little under the glare of her Mistress, but also felt a delicious small part of her quiver deep down inside her.
'Cinderella, perfectly on time as usual, good girl.'
Lady Tremaine said with a smile as she took the tea that Cinderella placed on the nightstand beside her.
'Thank you Stepmother,' Cinderella replied obediently with a small curtsey, 'May I continue with my duties Mistress?'
'You may,'
Lady Tremaine sipped her tea and allowed herself to relax onto the bed sheets. Cinderella curtseyed once more and moved around to the foot of her Mistress's bed before coming up to kneel before her prone form. With delicate but perfunctory movements, Cinderella tugged at the long purple satin nightgown that her Mistress always wore to sleep, until the fabric was above her waist. Lady Tremaine tutted around her cup of tea and licked her lips,
'Well then slut! You have other duties to attend to besides this, now get on with it!'
Cinderella pursed her lips slightly as the small quivering part deep inside her wrestled with the wonderful burning humiliation on her cheeks as she lowered her head down between her stepmother's legs. The sight of the glorious dark hair-crested vulva with its dewey wet lips peeking out between, and the glorious womanly scent always made Cinderella's mouth water slightly. She didn't wait for a second instruction and bent down to begin greedily licking and sucking on her Stepmother's waiting cunt. Just like every other day, she brought up breakfast and then she ate a breakfast of her own.
From her position kneeling on the end of the bed Cinderella looked up at the lazily lounging form of her Stepmother above her, her view slightly obscured by the full ripeness of the older woman's breasts still concealed within the dark satin nightgown. The older woman seemed to completely ignore her servant step-daughter as she licked at what lay between her legs. Instead she sipped her tea and opened the newspaper that lay on the silver tray beside her breakfast. The inattentiveness of her Mistress always secretly infuriated Cinderella and she always strived harder and harder every morning to please her, to get her to acknowledge all the hard work that she put in and maybe reward her.
But more often than not, Cinderella would attend to her duty as she always did, without a word of thanks or recognition. She accepted her fate, as a good slut should, but deep down inside she just wished for a little validation. As Cinderella continued to work hard on her duty she could taste the slick from her Stepmother's cunt flowing more freely and even though she did not show any outward sign of arousal, the serving girl could feel the heat beginning to radiate from the woman's prone form. She continued to lick hard, focussing her cramping tongue on the small nub of flesh at the top of her Stepmother's cunt where she knew that the greatest pleasure could be found. At the same time she reached up with two of her fingers and gently worked them up and inside her Mistress, crooking the digits as she did so to stimulate her further.
The strong womanly scent and flavours that she was sucking and inhaling always made Cinderella start to get wet herself and she desperately wanted to reach between her own legs and massage her own wanton hole. But she ignored the urge and continued in her duty, although she felt several drips starting to run down her legs as she continued to deny the growing need that burned under her skirt.
It was just as Lady Tremaine was finishing her morning tea that Cinderella felt the older woman grasp the back of her head, pulling on her ponytail and forcing her face into the slit between her legs. She forced her aching tongue to continue its valiant lapping at the moment of her Mistress' release, just trying to please her with all of her might. A small sigh of pleasure escaped from above her, and the grip on her hair went slack, her duty clearly done for the morning.
