Tuesday, August 9, 2011

The Gingerbread House

Adapted by Sage Sweetwater for a Second Lesbian Adult Film with The Sundance Wives Entertainment Group


There was a house in the woods that sat so quiet amongst the trees. It was shaped exactly like a storybook gingerbread house with a sloping capped roof with eaves and gingerbread trimmed windows. What would be inside she thought would be a little old lady sitting in a rocking chair with a stack of Saturday Evening Posts with Norman Rockwell covers.

Ariel came upon the house many times. A certain curiosity about what was inside kept Ariel wondering for months. She was never quite bold enough to go up to the house and knock. She always veered off the trail on her nature walks and went by the gingerbread house.

Ariel became addicted to the keen architectural plan. There was never anyone around and it appeared the gingerbread house was not lived in. Long lived Ariel's reverence for the storybook story and nature.

One day, it got the best of Ariel. She was addicted to the gingerbread house. Hell! It was a collectable! She was mesmerized by the modified version of someone's technique. Of foremost importance to her artistic nature, the composition of shapes and nature's play with light and shadow hypnotized Ariel's curiosity to come knocking.

She hitched up her jeans, sucked in her stomach and exhaled. It was now or never. She hoped there was a jug of something strong inside the gingerbread house. She needed a drink of courage with a kick! Ariel closed her hand into a fist and knocked softly on the door. She knocked again, this time a little harder. No one answered. Ariel looked at the door knob and all she could see was a big question mark. She turned the door knob anyway neverminding punctuation or etiquette. She entered the gingerbread house and shouted out, "anybody here?" No one answered.

There was a wooden table with a completed gingerbread house with a cap roof and window trim just like the house. Confectionary tools and supplies laid out nearby on the table. There was a note written on the first page of a white unruled tablet. The note read, "Encourages the beginner and inspires the advanced."

It looked like someone had been here recently, maybe today. Ariel had a look around. She opened some cabinet doors above the sink and looked inside. The cabinets were all empty. Ariel opened a door and entered a room which she thought to be a bedroom. There was no bed, nothing that even resembled a bedroom. It was a room of mirrors with a sofly carpeted floor. Ariel walked to one of the mirrors and then to another. She didn't realize the mirrors were like those in the house of mirrors at a carnival. Soon, she got lost in the mirrors. The more she walked, the more her reflection became distorted and wavy, fat and skinny. She put her hands out trying to find a way to get out of the maze of mirrors. Apparently the gingerbread house owner was into optical illusions.

Ariel was intrigued, but yet consumed by fear. She felt jailed, walled in. She wanted out! Back into the forest. She began to think she was taken prisoner in a storybook story gingerbread house. And the consensus was, she was not getting out of this house of mirrors any time too soon. She walked right into a tilting, dizzying "crooked room" through a short series of dark corridor mirrors making it very difficult to know which way was up. And then she saw what she was supposed to. A distorted and wavy reflection of a dominatrice nude with the exception of a black and chrome harness with a fat cock buckled around her waist and a black whip in her hand. The woman spoke.

"Hello, my guest. I have been watching you for months on the trail. You've wanted to come in, but today you have been bold. You knocked not once, but twice. What brings you to my house, beautiful stranger?"

It startled Ariel. Her equilibrium was off because she couldn't navigate the mirrors. She answered, but slowly.

"Who--are you?"

"I am Ginger. Who are you?"

"Ariel. What are the mirrors for?"

"I put the mirrors in just for you. You will actively interact, Ariel. I will come to you. Don't move."

"Is that a command?"

"Yes, it IS a command! Participatory attraction," Ginger paused, "is a dominatrice's obstacle course. I intend to distort perception and startle with unpredictable physical circumstance which encourages the beginner and inspires the advanced."

Ginger walked around the corner in the maze of mirrors. She put the whip in her mouth holding it between her teeth. She grabbed Ariel's blouse at each front side and firmly gave it a pull, popping the buttons off. Ginger took the whip from between her teeth and teased Ariel's cleavage from inside her brassiere. Ginger unhooked Ariel's brassiere letting it drop to the floor. Ginger unzipped Ariel's jean zipper and steadied her strap-on cock with her hand. She pushed the cock in through the gap. Ariel wasn't wearing panties. Ginger teased Ariel's pussy. Ariel watched in the mirrors as Ginger rubbed her distorted cock, fat, skinny and long on Ariel's wet clit, then backed it off and slapped Ariel's clit with the distorted cockhead.

"Suck," Ginger commanded.

Ariel got down on her knees and sucked Ginger's cock, watching her reflection in the wavy mirrors. Ariel's jaws puffed as she sucked. Ginger jutted her hips forward for Ariel's surprise deepthroat stroke taking the cock all the way down her throat.

"Take off your pants!"

Ariel slid her pants down and stepped out of them.

"Bend over!"

Ariel bent over on her knees.

Ginger lashed Ariel's ass with the whip. Ariel turned her head to the side to watch in the distorted mirrors and she saw two whips. Another dominatrice was standing over Ariel whipping her with Ginger. Ginger and the other dominatrice grabbed one another firmly around the back of each other's necks and kissed wildly. They dropped to their knees, one on each side of Ariel and ate Ariel's pussy.

Ginger knelt behind Ariel and fucked her. The wavy, distorted mirrored reflection scene changed into a little old lady sitting in a rocking chair with a stack of Saturday Evening Posts with Norman Rockwell covers. One day, Ariel came back. She was addicted to the gingerbread house. Hell! It was a collectable!

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist