Follow Jasmine

Jasmine's curiosity got the better of her. After all, she thought, Belle wouldn't suggest she do anything dangerous. She opened the green door and stepped into the room beyond, which was dimly lit. In the moments it took for her eyes to adjust to the dark, someone stepped behind her and slammed the door shut.

"Who's there?" Jasmine exclaimed, spinning around. She was facing an attractive woman who's identity she couldn't quite place, although she was filled with a strange sense of foreboding.

"It's only me, Princess," the pretty girl answered. "Don't you know who I am?" the girl asked with a smirk. Jasmine was stumped; the girl's name was right at the tip of her tongue. She knew she had seen her in SOME Disney feature, but just couldn't quite remember where.

"I'm disappointed, my dear," the girl pouted, "But of course now you will have to be punished." It was only then that Jasmine noticed the other girl's outfit--black leather that covered (and revealed) all the right places. A slight chill washed over her own bare midriff, and she noticed with some surprise that her nipples were hardening. "Now why don't you go bend over that mount over there like a good little princess, hmmm?" she offered, pointing at a padded sawhorse-like stand that would have left Jasmine's ass high in the air had she actually bent over it.

"N.. No!" the Arabian girl stammered. "I want to leave now!"

"It doesn't matter what YOU want," her captor snarled, "Now bend OVER!"

Jasmine bolted for the door, but before she could close the distance the other girl started to sing. It was a lilting melody, and the beautiful voice froze Jasmine in her tracks. Although the words were not clear, her mind fogged over like she was in a trance. Just before losing all conscious thought, the name of her captor came to her: Vanessa! It was Ursula, the sea witch from The Little Mermaid, in her gorgeous human form and carrying Ariel's voice in the magic conch around her neck.

But then before she knew what she was doing she had drifted over to the mount and her body collapsed over it. Mindlessly, lost in the wonderful melody, she reached her hands forward, lying her wrists in open cuffs on the floor. She spread her legs and inserted her ankles in similarly open rings of leather, her body offered to anyone.

First the ankle cuffs then the wrist ones were fastened, and Jasmine dreamily allowed it all to happen. She was only mildly shaken from her trance when she saw that it wasn't Vanessa but the naked and collared Ariel who was binding her. Turning her head to the side with enormous effort, she saw that Vanessa was still towering over her in her powerful dominatrix garb, singing in her perfect voice. Finally the music became too much to resist and Jasmine lowered her head again, her mind empty of everything but the beautiful sounds...