The smooth silk laid on her naked shoulders, as hands petted over that exposed skin, the tender swell of her breasts "You'll be perfect my dear.." The old woman purred, and gathered her nipple between two fingers "Now run along home dear.. and be wary of wolves.." It was cruel thing, this hood, it devoured her sight, and left her with a skewed perception of reality. She could feel the cling of clothing against her flesh, but she was naked but for that hood. A warm embrace, was a hard fucking against the wall, and her love, of which never showed himself, was replaced by a wolf, that prowled and watched her hungrily in the shadows.
Every she would walk that path, and meet the wood cutter along the way, and he, would offer her the most gentle of embraces, before sending her long, as she stumbled, strangely to find her footing. Always with those eyes upon her, looming in the shadows of the forest. Her love, twisted into a hateful thing, as she made the deliveries to and from her grandmothers house, of whom, certainly enjoyed bestowing her affections.
This is the story of the single stitch of garment, the dominated the mind of a lush young woman, who was trading her life away for sex, and the love, that sought a way to break free from this curse. The curse of The Red Riding Hood.
(F/f M/f NC Mind Control, Bondage)