You make your move.

The opportunity to be free of the curse is too much for you to resist. Rationalising your decision, you ease your conscience for what you are about to do by telling yourself that if Gemma seems so set on a lifestyle of dominating and humiliating others then getting a taste of her own medecine will be excellent research for the bossy bitch.

"There's a party coming up this weekend at the Firm hand fetish club." Gemma is saying. "That will be an ideal event to show you off I think. Maybe leading you in as a female with just a collar and chain before....HEY!"

Gemma's daydreams of a grand entrance as a dominatrix are interrupted as you suddenly roll over and drag her to the centre of the bed. Taken by complete surprise she is slow to respond and you straddle her chest with your knees pinning her shoulders down.

"What do you think you're doing?" Gemma fumes. "Get off me at once or I'll..."

"You'll what?" You cut in. "And stop ordering me about, you're not the one in control now."

You look down at Gemma's pretty face, for a moment your words strike her like a slap around the face and your resolve weakens. Then her shock is replaced by fury and her brown eyes blaze with hatred. If the girl had been afraid or apologetic you doubt you could have continued, but her response shows none of those feelings.

"You fucking maggot." She hisses at you. "You ungrateful little freak, I'll make you pay for this."

You've heard enough to harden your feelings and justify what you aim to do. You snatch the towel off Gemma's head and quickly roll it up. When her mouth opens to hurl fresh **** at you, you **** the rolled towel in and tie the ends together behind her head. The fat sausage of the cotton gags the little bitch quite efficiently and the stream of foul language is reduced to incomprehensible sounds.

"Mmmmphh mmmhh urghhhh." Gemma seethes behind her gag, her eyes incandescent with rage. "Umm nnnghh."

You reach for the cords that Gemma used to bind you. With her arms trapped by your legs it's easy to slip the loops over her wrists. Realising your intention Gemma begins to thrash, trying to kick her legs and hips up to dislodge you. With her body twisting underneath you frantically you have a hard time wrapping the free ends of the cords round the bed's headboard, eventually though you succeed and pull them tight.

"That should keep you for now." You tell her with grim satisfaction once her hands are securely bound above her head to each end of the headboard. "I really ought to thank you when this is done. This is the first opportunity I've ever had to break the curse."

Gemma refuses to settle down, her body is bucking under you like a bronco and her knees are repeatedly slamming into your back. Now your hands are free to deal with those thrashing legs though and your confidence is increasing as is your arousal. As you are now, knelt astride her chest your cock is jutting up between her little firm breasts and Gemma can see the fat bulb of your cock tip bobbing with her struggles. You just need to **** yourself between those kicking legs.