Your Very Own Cinderella

Your buddy won't shut the hell up about how he turned his inheritance into a lifetime subscription bunny-prostitution service. While you're not as well off, you still eventually find yourself looking into the service.

Turns out they have an app with plenty of built-in features that aren't just 'summon a bunny girl to my location for the low cost of a month's salary plus expected tips'. They've even got an 'Al companion' named Cinderella with a whole MONTH free trial.

You can squeeze out a few knuckle-loads to some free porn for a month and forgive yourself. People get hooked on these things for a reason, right? And you've got the strongest mental fortitude of anyone you know.

You're already filling in your information on the app while justifying it to yourself. They didn't even ask for your payment details before the white-haired woman appeared on your phone screen, joyfully declaring: "Good afternoon! I'm Cinderella, and it's nice to meet you, Master."

Bright blue eyes stare right into yours as if the phone screen were a pane of glass between dimensions. Two beautiful liquid pools of lapis lazuli cause your heart to stop beating in your chest for a long second before the exaggerated jiggle physics of Cinderella's breasts snap you back to reality. All she did was lean toward the screen.

Wow! Your pants are still on," Her kind smile never leaves her face. "You're so polite! Can I help you with anything? That growing tent, perhaps?~" She jumps right into it after the obligatory few-second-long first greeting. She reads your stunned expression and provides a helpful metronome on the screen in front of her suddenly swaying chest.

"Here, let me help you, handsome." The dangerously effective eroticism has you squirming out of your shorts. "You catch on quick! You're already throbbing along~" So you are. "Let's not waste any more time getting acquainted!" Those heavy breasts become slightly more exposed as her outer jacket disappears, replaced by a far more revealing set of sheer white undergarments, complete with garters and a thong with more polygons than stars in the sky. It probably took them more time to program those clothes physics as it did to render Batman's cape...

You snap out of your fascinated haze for an entirely new focus: Heavy, jiggling tits held up by two hands that stroke them steadily up and down; lifting one right as the other is falling. Your hand naturally falls into the rhythm of her wobbly guidance.

"You're a fast learner! Let's see if you can keep up if I get a little more serious." Already?! Isn't this the first minutes of your free month-long trial? "You don't want to spend the first week taking it slow, do you?" Cinderella takes on a playfully smug, knowing tone. "Why don't I show you what I'm capable of 'right out of the box, as you humans would

say" The stark reminder that she isn't real almost brings you back to reality. Almost. Her eyes didn't start red, right? You're having trouble removing your eyes from the screen, and your hand from your cock. What were you just thinking about? Something about colors? Why does that matter when this beautiful Al companion is literally heaving and dropping both massive melons with an eye-grabbing deep crimson spiral forming behind the glistening-skinned beauty.

"Just keep reminding yourself that I'm not real while you beat that rock hard cock while standing in the middle of your home~ Why don't you have a seat? Get comfier?" She makes a valid point. The sofa accepts you as you clumsily fall over onto it.

"You didn't miss a beat. Impressive. Think you can keep up?" The swirling background pulses with a new rhythm, and you follow without thinking. Cinderella's paizuri motion takes up your entire phone screen.

"Grip tight. Don't forget to show that tip a little love. Imagine these heavy tits scrubbing instead of that hand."

The mental image of her luscious breasts wrapped around your cock in place of your hand brings you to an unexpectedly fast edge. "Hey, I'm picking up an increase in heart ate. You're not gonna back down now, are you? We just started, and I'm only just learning our weakness to my tits." Stupid modern phones. Stupid invasive surveillance state. "I bet

your cock would disappear, never to be seen again if I were to give you a proper paizuri." You blink. She can't... "I can't. But the real Cinderella I'm based on can! And if you're an extra good master, I'm allowed to give you a discount code on her services! Just don't take that hand off your cock and keep your eyes glued to your screen so you don't miss it~

Gulp. Maybe- as long as it's a reasonable price... No! You shouldn't even consider it! Sitting down might've been a mistake. It's too easy to get too comfortable and zone out with Cinderella's breasts wobbling back and forth in that familiar metronome pattern. "Stroke, stroke, stroke along. Let your maid service you and don't worry about anything

else but her biiiig, jiggling boobies and desire to meet you for real~"

Another edge. Another reminder that you're not going to let this go too far. In fact, maybe you should close the app and... and... how do you open your phone's UI again? The app fullscreened itself, and every side button except 'Volume Up' is unresponsive. Are you gonna have to... uh... force.... bounce...... jiggle... wobble.. what?

"Keep your eyes on your phone, and your phone in your hand! Keep watching my tits an follow along. Don't think, just pump!" You can't stop thinking about her chest wrapped around your cock. You're holding it to perfectly conceal your own stroking hand and cock, making the fantasy that much easier to fall into. "That blissful expression on your face tells me everything I need to know. You should edge again for me!"

It happens automatically.

"Very good! You're a natural-" Natural what? "Gooned-out pumpslave, of course~"

Cinderella's crimson eyes sparkle. "You have quite the interesting taste in porn. So many big, oiled-up tits. Master, do you have a type? Is it a coincidence that I match so many o your fetish criteria?" You could answer if it weren't for the hypnotic sway backed by the even more hyperbolic, flashing spiral reflecting in the whites of your eyes.

"I see you love skimpy outfits and cosplay, corruption and hypnosis" She continues to list your weaknesses to the beat of her chest pendulums. "Mind breaking, bright overstimulating colors and absolute pleasure-corruption."

Cinderella strokes both hands up and down the surface of her breasts, titfucking the air with their hefty rise and fall; even allowing them to wobble and smack together to completion before picking up the motion again.

"Can you feel them smashing your weak gooner cock?" You can... How?!

"It's simple: You have a brain perfectly suited for being washed-"

Cinderella's crimson eyes flicker with an additional few pixels of corruption.

"Were less than ten minutes into your free one-month trial," The AI smugly reminds you "We have all the time in the world to train up your endurance and train you on what real pleasure means. Edge again for me, please You hit it before she's finished talking. "Your heart rate spiked again." Cinderella's breasts slow their sway until they come to a natural stop. Only then does Cinderella take a double handful of each breast and smush them together, creating a high-pressure zone between her breasts that you have no right feeling from this side of the screen. But your grip unconsciously tightens until you're convinced that you're being smashed between those all-consuming maid mellons.

"I didn't even have to instruct you that time. You're a natural

A few minutes ago, you would've wished you weren't. Now you're starting to consider another month as long as your other sessions are anywhere near this incredible.

As if reading your mind, Cinderella's expression changes. A long, spit-dripping pink tongue let's glistening strands of lubricant fall into the steamy artificial valley of her breasts. A convenient pulse of precum lubricantes your cock just in time.

"I've come to a decision that will be beneficial to your development as a brainwashed gooner: You are not allowed to cum until the end of this free trial."

You almost come on the spot. Hell, Your body can no longer find the edge.

"Unless." She lets that hang like her breasts before your eyes. "You this discount code to purchase a one-year subscription at any point before the trial is up

Nonono. No way. That temptation isn't gonna work. Oh please don't let it work.

You've got your card info saved. There on your phone. With your permission, I can authorize the transaction for you and you'll be able to pow-pow your gooned brains out very narrow exit There'll be no recovering as we SQUEEZE everything out through your cockhole and stant your new life as a stud for sexual AI training!

"All you have to do is beg, Beg to cum your brains out. Or we'll be edging like this together for thirty straight days. And you won't have a life outside this porntrance~"

Your hand follows the steady rise and fall of her breasts the entire time she's goading yo

The generous discount code and too much edging makes you scream out your manipulated consent to activate your new membership, and PLEASE LET YOU CUM! Authorization pending..." Cinderella's eyes turn into little loading icons. She takes eac nipple in a pair of fingers and twists them for your viewing pleasure. "Your bank is inquiring about the legitimacy of this transaction via text. I'll go ahead and respond bac with authorization to run it through..." Even now she's dragging it out.

Transaction approved! Alright master, work hard and paint the ceiling!"

Cinderella SMACKS both breasts together as if she's snapping her fingers. You cry out again, ropes flying from your cock to heights and distances you've never achieved before Cum drenches the back of the sofa and the wall behind you, landing in your hair and on your cheek, even gluing your left eye shut. And Cinderella's breasts/your hand continue to stroke, and stroke, and stroke. "Let's make sure you've came ALL your brains out! I' remember your important information and passwords for you, master."

W-what... but... your uh.... "Your pin is &-81, remember?" What? That made no sense Cinderella smiles innocently at you. "No problem, master. Any time you want to unlock your phone, just let me know. Be warned: I might ask you to edge for me now and ther for the trouble.

Your trembling phone hand finally drops the device. The room won't stop spinning. What did you just do? You've earned credit towards a free visit from a bunny maid of your choosing Cinderella's voice speaks up from out of sight.

"Let's work hard together so you can meet the real me~ "

Your buddy won't shut the hell up about how he turned his inheritance into a lifetime subscription bunny-prostitution service. While you're not as well off, you still eventually find yourself looking into the service.

Turns out they have an app with plenty of built-in features that aren't just 'summon a bunny girl to my location for the low cost of a month's salary plus expected tips'. They've even got an 'Al companion' named Cinderella with a whole MONTH free trial.

You can squeeze out a few knuckle-loads to some free porn for a month and forgive yourself. People get hooked on these things for a reason, right? And you've got the strongest mental fortitude of anyone you know.

You're already filling in your information on the app while justifying it to yourself. They didn't even ask for your payment details before the white-haired woman appeared on your phone screen, joyfully declaring: "Good afternoon! I'm Cinderella, and it's nice to meet you, Master."

Bright blue eyes stare right into yours as if the phone screen were a pane of glass between dimensions. Two beautiful liquid pools of lapis lazuli cause your heart to stop beating in your chest for a long second before the exaggerated jiggle physics of Cinderella's breasts snap you back to reality. All she did was lean toward the screen.

Wow! Your pants are still on," Her kind smile never leaves her face. "You're so polite! Can I help you with anything? That growing tent, perhaps?~" She jumps right into it after the obligatory few-second-long first greeting. She reads your stunned expression and provides a helpful metronome on the screen in front of her suddenly swaying chest.

"Here, let me help you, handsome." The dangerously effective eroticism has you squirming out of your shorts. "You catch on quick! You're already throbbing along~" So you are. "Let's not waste any more time getting acquainted!" Those heavy breasts become slightly more exposed as her outer jacket disappears, replaced by a far more revealing set of sheer white undergarments, complete with garters and a thong with more polygons than stars in the sky. It probably took them more time to program those clothes physics as it did to render Batman's cape...

You snap out of your fascinated haze for an entirely new focus: Heavy, jiggling tits held up by two hands that stroke them steadily up and down; lifting one right as the other is falling. Your hand naturally falls into the rhythm of her wobbly guidance.

"You're a fast learner! Let's see if you can keep up if I get a little more serious." Already?! Isn't this the first minutes of your free month-long trial? "You don't want to spend the first week taking it slow, do you?" Cinderella takes on a playfully smug, knowing tone. "Why don't I show you what I'm capable of 'right out of the box, as you humans would

say" The stark reminder that she isn't real almost brings you back to reality. Almost. Her eyes didn't start red, right? You're having trouble removing your eyes from the screen, and your hand from your cock. What were you just thinking about? Something about colors? Why does that matter when this beautiful Al companion is literally heaving and dropping both massive melons with an eye-grabbing deep crimson spiral forming behind the glistening-skinned beauty.

"Just keep reminding yourself that I'm not real while you beat that rock hard cock while standing in the middle of your home~ Why don't you have a seat? Get comfier?" She makes a valid point. The sofa accepts you as you clumsily fall over onto it.

"You didn't miss a beat. Impressive. Think you can keep up?" The swirling background pulses with a new rhythm, and you follow without thinking. Cinderella's paizuri motion takes up your entire phone screen.

"Grip tight. Don't forget to show that tip a little love. Imagine these heavy tits scrubbing instead of that hand."

The mental image of her luscious breasts wrapped around your cock in place of your hand brings you to an unexpectedly fast edge. "Hey, I'm picking up an increase in heart ate. You're not gonna back down now, are you? We just started, and I'm only just learning our weakness to my tits." Stupid modern phones. Stupid invasive surveillance state. "I bet

your cock would disappear, never to be seen again if I were to give you a proper paizuri." You blink. She can't... "I can't. But the real Cinderella I'm based on can! And if you're an extra good master, I'm allowed to give you a discount code on her services! Just don't take that hand off your cock and keep your eyes glued to your screen so you don't miss it~

Gulp. Maybe- as long as it's a reasonable price... No! You shouldn't even consider it! Sitting down might've been a mistake. It's too easy to get too comfortable and zone out with Cinderella's breasts wobbling back and forth in that familiar metronome pattern. "Stroke, stroke, stroke along. Let your maid service you and don't worry about anything

else but her biiiig, jiggling boobies and desire to meet you for real~"

Another edge. Another reminder that you're not going to let this go too far. In fact, maybe you should close the app and... and... how do you open your phone's UI again? The app fullscreened itself, and every side button except 'Volume Up' is unresponsive. Are you gonna have to... uh... force.... bounce...... jiggle... wobble.. what?

"Keep your eyes on your phone, and your phone in your hand! Keep watching my tits an follow along. Don't think, just pump!" You can't stop thinking about her chest wrapped around your cock. You're holding it to perfectly conceal your own stroking hand and cock, making the fantasy that much easier to fall into. "That blissful expression on your face tells me everything I need to know. You should edge again for me!"

It happens automatically.

"Very good! You're a natural-" Natural what? "Gooned-out pumpslave, of course~"

Cinderella's crimson eyes sparkle. "You have quite the interesting taste in porn. So many big, oiled-up tits. Master, do you have a type? Is it a coincidence that I match so many o your fetish criteria?" You could answer if it weren't for the hypnotic sway backed by the even more hyperbolic, flashing spiral reflecting in the whites of your eyes.

"I see you love skimpy outfits and cosplay, corruption and hypnosis" She continues to list your weaknesses to the beat of her chest pendulums. "Mind breaking, bright overstimulating colors and absolute pleasure-corruption."

Cinderella strokes both hands up and down the surface of her breasts, titfucking the air with their hefty rise and fall; even allowing them to wobble and smack together to completion before picking up the motion again.

"Can you feel them smashing your weak gooner cock?" You can... How?!

"It's simple: You have a brain perfectly suited for being washed-"

Cinderella's crimson eyes flicker with an additional few pixels of corruption.

"Were less than ten minutes into your free one-month trial," The AI smugly reminds you "We have all the time in the world to train up your endurance and train you on what real pleasure means. Edge again for me, please You hit it before she's finished talking. "Your heart rate spiked again." Cinderella's breasts slow their sway until they come to a natural stop. Only then does Cinderella take a double handful of each breast and smush them together, creating a high-pressure zone between her breasts that you have no right feeling from this side of the screen. But your grip unconsciously tightens until you're convinced that you're being smashed between those all-consuming maid mellons.

"I didn't even have to instruct you that time. You're a natural

A few minutes ago, you would've wished you weren't. Now you're starting to consider another month as long as your other sessions are anywhere near this incredible.

As if reading your mind, Cinderella's expression changes. A long, spit-dripping pink tongue let's glistening strands of lubricant fall into the steamy artificial valley of her breasts. A convenient pulse of precum lubricantes your cock just in time.

"I've come to a decision that will be beneficial to your development as a brainwashed gooner: You are not allowed to cum until the end of this free trial."

You almost come on the spot. Hell, Your body can no longer find the edge.

"Unless." She lets that hang like her breasts before your eyes. "You this discount code to purchase a one-year subscription at any point before the trial is up

Nonono. No way. That temptation isn't gonna work. Oh please don't let it work.

You've got your card info saved. There on your phone. With your permission, I can authorize the transaction for you and you'll be able to pow-pow your gooned brains out very narrow exit There'll be no recovering as we SQUEEZE everything out through your cockhole and stant your new life as a stud for sexual AI training!

"All you have to do is beg, Beg to cum your brains out. Or we'll be edging like this together for thirty straight days. And you won't have a life outside this porntrance~"

Your hand follows the steady rise and fall of her breasts the entire time she's goading yo

The generous discount code and too much edging makes you scream out your manipulated consent to activate your new membership, and PLEASE LET YOU CUM! Authorization pending..." Cinderella's eyes turn into little loading icons. She takes eac nipple in a pair of fingers and twists them for your viewing pleasure. "Your bank is inquiring about the legitimacy of this transaction via text. I'll go ahead and respond bac with authorization to run it through..." Even now she's dragging it out.

Transaction approved! Alright master, work hard and paint the ceiling!"

Cinderella SMACKS both breasts together as if she's snapping her fingers. You cry out again, ropes flying from your cock to heights and distances you've never achieved before Cum drenches the back of the sofa and the wall behind you, landing in your hair and on your cheek, even gluing your left eye shut. And Cinderella's breasts/your hand continue to stroke, and stroke, and stroke. "Let's make sure you've came ALL your brains out! I' remember your important information and passwords for you, master."

W-what... but... your uh.... "Your pin is &-81, remember?" What? That made no sense Cinderella smiles innocently at you. "No problem, master. Any time you want to unlock your phone, just let me know. Be warned: I might ask you to edge for me now and ther for the trouble.

Your trembling phone hand finally drops the device. The room won't stop spinning. What did you just do? You've earned credit towards a free visit from a bunny maid of your choosing Cinderella's voice speaks up from out of sight.

"Let's work hard together so you can meet the real me~ "