I can still cum? Right?

Slamming the door behind her, Regina rushed to her bed, **** to escape the situation she appeared trapped in. Sitting on the edge, she squeezed her legs together trying to contain the pulsing arousal. Trying not to pant, she breathed heavily through her nose as the burning heat attacked her relentlessly.

Pulling out her phone, Regina looked for the email from the ‘board of control’. The email she had ignored. The email that was meant to warn and prepare her for the changes ahead.

Eyes flickered from sentence to sentence, analysing each of the curses that had been authorised. Disbelief turned to dread as the events of today started to make more sense. There had to be a way out of this, a loop hole or an expiry date? The biggest question was why this had even happened? Her parents had close friends in the board, this shouldn’t have been allowed.

Her pussy twitched viscously and without warning, forcing Regina onto her back with her legs spread apart. Hands started to wander and it wasn’t long before she was absent mindedly rubbing her lips through her bikini bottom.

Details of the curses started to fill her mind, causing her to re-examine her body in a new fit of horror and humiliation.

Grabbing her breasts she gave them a squeeze and choked at the realisation of how small they were now. Fitting her hands perfectly, her massive G cups couldn’t be more than C cups. Haven shrunken away, like deflating balloons. Breasts like this were something befitting the average commoner, not someone of high standing such as her!

Worse was how her nipples had clearly grown even further. 2 inches long, and at least a pinky finger thick, there was no hiding how horny she was. How was she ever doing to wear a shirt with these disgusting things?!

People where going to think she was some kind of s…. s….. sl….. sl…… slut!!!

Her hips bucked up, as her back arched as the word ran through her head. A finger darted straight inside her pussy as another wave of arousal hit her. The thoughts of shame filling her mind made her clit throb further.

Even from her current position, it was hard to miss her clit. An ironic sentence to be sure but true in Regina’s case. Pink and at least the size of a golf ball, it stuck out begging for attention. That’s when she noticed the tattoo…..

A single black line wrapped the middle of it, with small numbers written in white. While it looked inked on, she could feel it tighten in response to her clit swelling. Almost as though it was wrapped in an elastic band.

A wet and sticky spot was growing on the blanket. The bed creaked as multiple fingers moved faster and faster, turning into a blur. Regina just couldn’t fight her body’s overwhelming desire. It wasn’t long before she felt an orgasm approaching, something that she desperately needed. Something that would provide the relief she had craved all day.

That’s when the black band tightened mercilessly, leaving Regina tittering on the edge. A moan of frustration escaped her lips, she was so close to being satisfied.

Her thumb rubbed her clit, her fingers slide further inside, anything to reach her intended goal. But she just couldn’t cross over that edge. Her body glistened in sweat, wiggling on top of the bed, legs kicking out. Trying harder and harder to cum, as she tried to rationalise her desperation.

Regina’s eyes looked at the abandoned phone on the bed, the list of curses still present. The curse of denial stood out among them, detailing only one condition for her to cum.

A whine of sexual frustration rang out across the room and into the corridor outside. For any passing guests it would sound like some kind of spoiled brat was sulking. It was the kind of whine with no sigh of maturity or dignity. The kind of whine someone makes when someone is denied the ice cream they really wanted.

A flash of light and a ping from Regina’s phone alerted Regina to a text. A text from that bitch Veronica. Maybe it was the bad luck curse that caused her to notice the text, but Regina would never know. If only she had missed it, her life would have wound up so much different.

Having fun? Lol I know you are. I can hear your whines from across the hall…… I bet you need help huh? I bet you need someone to unlock that little chastity band of yours? How about I unlock it? For old times sake? Maybe? If your a good girl? my new little lackey ;)

That simple text would change everything in her life for years after. Any form of logical thought had faded as her body was wracked with heat. She NEEDED to cum. After only a few minutes the text was all she could think about. The potential to cum, to get what she wanted more than anything at this moment.

Slipping into her bikini, Regina shuffled out of her room and across the hall. Looking at the ground, trying not to catch anyones eye. She couldn’t believe what she was about to do. Trying to think of any other alternatives but her mind was foggy from all the distractions.

Hating herself as she did it, Regina knocked on the door.