Under Her Winter Mind Control Spell

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.

"More," Natalie said, snapping her fingers. There was less whininess this time, mostly control, demanding. James gave her more.

Okay, James thought. That's enough for now.

"More?" Natalie asked, raising a cute little eyebrow. She reached her hand down casually and pulled her socks off like she

was sick of wearing them, throwing them aside. She pulled her knees up to her chest and curled her toes into the bedsheets. James groaned. He could hardly really see her feet but just seeing the flash of skin and the shape of those toes... he gave her more money as a thank you. He wasn't even a foot guy. Well, he hadn't thought he was, but now, even as he closed the computer, he couldn't stop thinking about Natalie's feet. He just wanted to touch them. He wondered what they'd feel like in his hands. They were so small.

He needed to give his brain a break from Natalie's videos. It was echoing in his brain a little too much, her voice playing in his head, her body in his mind's eye. He remembered the dish he'd abandoned part-way through cleaning it and forced himself to return to the task. His hands were soapy and the plate just needed to be rinsed but he was distracted. He should send Natalie a little more. He could practically hear her snap in his head. He dried his hand and flipped open his laptop. Just a bit more, then he'd put it away. He wasn't going to get distracted by another video or anything else.

But she'd uploaded something new. It won't hurt to buy it now, James reasoned. He was already spending money, why not buy two things at once?

You want to spend all your money on me, he heard Natalie say, but the voice was in his head. He added the new video to his cart.

Chapter 3

James finally managed to pull himself away from Natalie to get a little bit of work done. Only a little. It was like he was haunted by her. As soon as he opened his computer he found himself typing in the address of her website. Everytime he stopped working for even a moment he'd hear her voice in his head.

Fifteen more minutes, he told himself. Then I'll take a break and watch a video. It was silly, but it was like he missed her. He wasn't delusional or anything but he did think of Natalie as his online girlfriend a little bit. He had to keep her happy like a real girlfriend. He had to buy her gifts. He had to get off to her. He hadn't even thought about another girl since he'd discovered Natalie. It was like she was the only girl he needed. All of his desires--conscious and subconscious--were fulfilled by Natalie.

She had unlocked something in him. He'd never felt compelled with anyone the way he felt compelled by Natalie.

"I miss her," he said out loud, evidence that he was going stir crazy, evidence he shouldn't be alone any longer. Evidence that he needed to see Natalie. He closed out of his work and checked Natalie's page. He'd just rewatch one of the ones he'd seen already, he promised himself. But it was like Natalie was reading his mind and she'd uploaded something new, just for him.

"Watch it," he could imagine her saying, snapping her fingers. "Pay for a new video. When you rewatch an old one you're depriving me of your money that I deserve."

James never wanted to deprive Natalie of anything. He clicked the new video, purchasing it instantly since he'd enabled automatic purchases on her site (by her request). It made it so he didn't overthink things, just submitted to Natalie's whim.

"Cozy Sock Domination" was the name of the latest holiday-themed video. Natalie was lounging across a pristine white couch, her tanned skin contrasting with the fabric. String lights on the wall behind her cast her room in a warm glow. James closed his eyes for a moment, imagining she was with him. He thought she'd probably smell like expensive lotion. Something tropical, maybe.

He pictured her on the couch in the cabin, her socked feet in his lap. He'd massage her feet while she talked to him. He thought about how they'd feel in his hands, so small and warm and alive. Maybe she'd wiggle her toes against his palm...

In the video she was wearing a teenie tiny little top and a black skirt to match. A patch of her smooth stomach was visible between her clothes. The way she was laying made her skirt slide up her thighs, so much skin on display that James felt his cock instantly stiffen. He freed himself from his pants, wrapping his hand around his cock as he took in her body. He could see her chest rise and fall with her breath. Her hair was done up in her typical ponytails and she twirled one idly with a finger.

James was so impressed by Natalie. The way she could be both laid back and authoritative, bratty and in charge. God, he loved her. It was silly, sure, but he knew it was true as she turned those doe eyes to the camera a full minute after the video had begun. She was taking her time. She was making him wait for her. He would wait for her forever. Whatever she wanted he wanted to do.

"Touch your little dick," Natalie said with the customary snap. James had never thought his dick was overly small before but

once Natalie said it he thought it might be little after all. He felt guilty that he hadn't waited for Natalie to tell him to start stroking himself so he sent her some money as an apology.

"You love being a stupid simp for me," Natalie told James with a sigh, like the fact bored her a bit. It was true. James had previously thought the word simp was a little offensive, a little demeaning. He would have been insulted if anyone had called him it but from Natalie it felt like a compliment. Whatever she wanted him to be he'd be. He was a stupid simp. He moved his hand up and down on his cock, watching the way she shifted on the couch cushions, her skirt moving to show more skin, different skin.

"Imagine getting to touch me," Natalie said, running her hand from the top of her fuzzy sock up her thigh, her hand moving painfully slow across her smooth brown skin. James couldn't stop imagining it. "Send me money," Natalie said suddenly, snapping her fingers. It was a test of his obedience. He wasn't going to fail. He quickly sent her some money. "Good," she said but it was barely praise, it was her acknowledging that he'd done his purpose successfully, he'd met her expectation.

She yawned and lifted one of her fuzzy feet, wagging it at the camera.

"You can think about what it would feel like to have my feet on your lap," she allowed, wiggling her toes. "Me pressing my toes into your pubic bone, the arch of my foot on your cock. You'd be so lucky. Do you deserve it?" With the hand that wasn't bringing him closer and closer to his orgasm, James sent her some more money. He wasn't sure if he deserved her yet, but he was damn sure he was going to try to be worthy of her.

"You worship my feet," she said, confident and bratty and bored. The snap wasn't necessary to convince James but it helped make it fact. Yes, he worshiped her feet. "You're such a pathetic little follower," Natalie said. "You'd do anything for my tiny feet, wouldn't you?"

She rolled down the side of one of her socks and James groaned out loud, pre cum oozing from his stiff cock.

"God, how sad," Natalie said. "You're going to cum without even seeing them, aren't you? You can't help yourself." Each fact was punctuated with her fingers snapping. "You're going to cum without even knowing what they feel like," she continued, grabbing both her feet in her hands, touching them herself. James felt dizzy with desire. "Cum," she said with an annoyed sigh. "Now," she added with a snap. James came, letting out a heavy

moan as he did so, shooting his load across his stomach. He was surprised by how much he came but Natalie had a way of making him empty his balls the way other women didn't.

"Thank you, Natalie," he said as one last twitch of his cock sent the final bit of cum shooting from his cock.

"Clean yourself up, you're disgusting," Natalie said. "You look like a pig living in a pigsty. Gooner pig. Once you've cleaned yourself up, send me money to thank me." Snap. "Then buy another video." Snap. "Don't disappoint me." Snap. The tone of her voice made it sound like he already had.

James cleaned himself up, feeling a little silly once the computer was closed. He was aware that he was acting strange, but he felt almost drugged. Following Natalie's commands felt good. Besides, he reasoned, what else was there to do? It was like a game. He knew, logically, that he wasn't her gooner pig. At least, he was pretty sure he knew it. But he cleaned the cabin a bit anyway, thinking about what she might say if she saw it, imagining her there with him. It was almost an unconscious choice and he felt embarrassed when he realized what he was doing. It's fine, he told himself. I'm only going to play along until I leave here. Well,

maybe I'll still watch her videos, but I won't get so into them, so obsessed. He was quite fooling himself, not anymore.

Chapter 4

It hadn't snowed in a few days but the cold had kept the snow firmly in place, not a chance of it melting and allowing James to leave. He was firmly snowed in and when he glanced out the window he noticed it had begun to snow once more. He was feeling almost itchy from solitude and it was hard not to get a bit of cabin fever. Not knowing when his next moment of human contact would be made James nervous. At least he had Majesty Natalie. When he watched her clips, he felt less alone. When he played her videos, it was easy to forget his anxieties about being snowed in.