Chapter 1
The cabin was beautiful but isolated. It looked a little like a place one might film a holiday Hallmark movie, James thought. Tall pine trees surrounded the humble cabin, all lightly covered with white snow. This high up in the mountains there was already a layer of snow that crunched under his feet as he hauled his suitcase up the front steps of the cabin. There was a bite to the air and he shook snowflakes out of his hair as he unlocked the door.
He pushed it open, finding the place just as cozy on the inside as it appeared on the outside. He supposed it would be the perfect place to get a lot of work done. It was deep in the mountains, away from any town, but close enough to cell towers that the internet was fast and reliable. The interior was pleasant and homey with blankets thrown over the back of chairs, warm rugs, and a fireplace with a stack of wood ready to go beside it. There appeared to be a more modern method of heating as well, since the place was already quite warm. It seemed like the kind of place someone's grandmother would bake ginger spiced cookies in and sip hot chocolate while watching snow fall outside the windows.
It was beautiful and James was already a bit bored. He settled in quickly, opening his computer to get a bit of work done before going to bed early--it had been a long drive.
The snow that had been falling idyllically on his drive up into the mountains started to fall harder as James slept. It came down in thick flakes that stuck to the window ledges and buried his rental car. By the time James woke up, he was snowed in. By the time lunch rolled around, James became a bit alarmed that he might be snowed in for a while.
His internet still worked, miraculously, but it seemed like his communication with the outside world was impacted by the storm. He was isolated, completely and utterly. It took less than one day for James to get bored of it. He found himself browsing the internet for porn, as one does when they're trapped in a silent snowy cabin alone.
"Majesty Natalie," he murmured, reading the name in the caption of the video. It read simply. Majesty Natalie says; watch this video. He figured he might as well.
She was cute, sexy, captivating in a way that the other girls he'd seen weren't. She was latina and tiny, with big eyes that looked directly in the camera. He found himself playing her video,
even though it seemed like it might be more softcore than some of the others he'd scrolled by. She wasn't even naked in the thumbnail, instead wearing an all white bodysuit that showed off just how small she was. Her small breasts and tight body were perfectly highlighted by the stretchy material, her perky nipples pressing against the fabric. Her legs were bare and tanned, the crotch of the suit pressing against her in a way that made James' cock surge.
"Hello," Majesty Natalie said. It wasn't how most porn James was used to watching started, but he found himself drawn in. Her voice was a little high and bratty, and she practically pouted at the camera, pressing her lips together and raising her doe eyes to look right through the screen to James. "You want to touch yourself to me," she said, and then she raised her hand and snapped her fingers. "You like this," she said, running her hand over her chest. It wasn't a question. James liked it. He wrapped his hand around his cock. "Stroke yourself," Natalie said, snapping her fingers again. She had tiny hands with thin fingers. James could easily imagine how they'd feel around his cock.
Natalie continued to talk to him on the video, telling him what he should do. And it did feel like she was talking to him,
directly to him. There was something personal about the little snaps, something intimate about the way she'd roll her eyes like she had better things to do than tell him to stop stroking for a moment. He groaned as she readjusted herself on the screen, pulling her leg in towards her chest and planting her foot on the mattress. She wore pale pink sneakers on her petite feet.
"Okay, stroke yourself again," Natalie said, snapping and then moving her hand to her mouth, pressing her thumb against her bottom lip. It made James think about what her bratty little mouth would feel like wrapped around his cock. He could feel his orgasm building. "Have I told you to cum?" Natalie snapped and James flinched. "Say you're sorry," she commanded, snapping twice. Somehow she managed to sound both pouty and dominant.
"I'm sorry," James muttered. It was silly. He knew she couldn't hear him.
"You're going to think of me all day," Natalie said. "You're going to go to my site and watch more videos." James felt like he might be hypnotized. He was conscious but all of his thoughts seemed to be filtered through Natalie. He couldn't stop watching, couldn't stop listening to everything she said.
"You can cum," Natalie said, almost dismissively. James had been feeling like he might just die if she didn't let him soon. As soon as he heard that snap he let go, thinking of Natalie as he came harder than he had in ages.
"Fuck," he groaned. He closed his laptop but opened it again a moment later, just to make sure the video was actually over.
James felt a little haunted by Natalie. He wasn't a porn addict by any means but he was beginning to understand what it might feel like for someone who was. He wanted to watch another one of her videos. He wanted to ignore the work he had to do to watch another one. He wanted to skip lunch to watch another one. He kept hearing her voice, hearing that snap, picturing her face. He shook himself. This is weird, he thought. Being in this cabin alone is getting to me.
He opened his computer again. One more couldn't hurt.
Chapter 2
Outside the cabin the storm raged on. Online reports said it could last a week, maybe longer. It was being called historic, possibly record-breaking. James hunkered down, preparing for a
long time in solitude. Once he discovered Natalie's main website he quickly purchased a few of her videos. After all, what else was he going to do? And he knew he liked the content, or at least, he'd liked the first one. It was a good distraction, something to occupy him while he was alone in the middle of nowhere.
The videos were similar to the first, with Natalie talking to the camera, telling him--directly, it felt--what to do or just chatting, showing off her body. She was clothed in each, though James did treat himself to an expensive clip of her in only her underwear and in some of the videos she'd let him see her shoulder, her thigh, a tantalizing calf. All the videos he bought were holiday themed, a sort of holiday gift for himself, he reasoned.
In each video, Natalie demanded things of him. She used that bratty voice of hers to make him feel demeaned and seen at the same time. Each time she snapped her little fingers together James felt his heart jump with adrenaline. He had to admit to himself that he was a little infatuated with Natalie. There was something about the way she rolled her eyes at the camera, the way she seemed impatient and annoyed, that made him want to please her, to try and make her happy. Everytime she spoke sent a little jolt through
him and his cock responded to both the sound of her voice and the way her tiny, tight body appeared on his laptop.
"Bratty Winter Cash Drain" was the newest video he'd allowed himself to purchase. Well, Natalie told him to buy it, and that snap of her fingers afterwards had made him feel compelled to do so. He'd laughed at himself a little when he'd found himself pausing what he'd been doing (cleaning a dish) to head over to his laptop and do as she'd instructed. The clink of the glass in his hand had reminded him of that snap of hers. It was so silly. He was still in control, he told himself. But it was fun to see how far he'd let this go. He was enjoying himself. It was just for fun.
In "Bratty Winter Cash Drain" Natalie was wearing a baggy sweater without a bra underneath, leggings, and slippers. The bagginess of the sweater somehow did nothing to hide Natalie's body, instead it showcased it, hanging off her narrow frame in all the right places. Her nipples threatened to poke through the knitted material but they were just hidden from sight. It was infuriating and tempting. The leggings made her athletic little legs look incredible. They had a pattern of pine trees on them and when she rubbed her legs together playfully James groaned.
She was sitting on the edge of her bed, legs tucked to the side, leaning back on her palms. Seeing her in bed made James' mind go to desperate places. She was so small compared to the mattress. James couldn't stop thinking about what she'd look like under him.
"You know what makes me feel so annoyed?" Natalie said, wiggling her foot so one of her slippers nearly fell off her foot. She was wearing a fuzzy-looking sock under the slipper but somehow it wrapped around her foot so tightly it was illicit, especially compared to the bulky slipper. "When I have to wear last season's clothes. Like I have so many people who watch my videos who say they're here for me, and yet these slippers--" she kicked one off, wiggling her toes dramatically. "--Is from last year."
She huffed out a frustrated sigh. Anytime Natalie made any noise James couldn't help picturing what she'd sound like taking his cock. He imagined her sighing in pleasure as he filled her tiny pussy. God, he wanted her. "You want to send me money to buy me new slippers," Natalie said, still pouting. She snapped her fingers. "You want to stop being such a gooner and actually focus on what I'm saying," she snapped again and James felt his cheeks redden. He hadn't really been listening, too focused on imagining
what her small tits looked like under that sweater. He was being a gooner. "Say sorry."
"Sorry Natalie," he mumbled.
"Get out your credit card," Natalie said. She hadn't accepted his apology, not yet. James already had the card saved in his laptop from the last time he'd spent money on Natalie. "Send me money. Now," she added with a snap and a whine. It was impressive how she could be both demanding and maintaining her control. Her brattiness only made James want her more, only made him want to please her the best he could. He sent her some money. Why not, right? "More," Natalie whined. She untangled her legs and let her heels kick against the side of her bed, throwing a dramatic little fit. James couldn't stop looking at her socked feet. One of the socks had rolled down to expose an ankle.
James gave her a little more money.
