The Mask of Rapunzel

August 14

I don’t want to be your wife any more, Rapunzel said to the Boss. You can’t perform in our bedroom, but you’ve never turned me on anyway. I do everything for you. Dressed up everynight. You ask me to role play for you and I do, but you don’t perform at all. Like I’m a one woman show for you. This is my castle. To think I wanted you to live in my home."

The Boss lept from the dinner chair and grabbed rapunzel’s long blond hair which she had refused to cut since a ***ager. “How dare you say that. I am a man!” and he put his other hand over her chin and pulled her up the stairs to the isolation tower she lived in as a girl. “Errr…” the rustic wood door locked shut.

Its better furnished, since she took over from her father, who died mysteriously after attempting to imprison her the first time for over 500 days. But why didn’t she fix the locks? Now, this bizarre stunt doesn’t make me happy she thought. Mr. Impotent isn’t violent thank God…

He returned an hour later, “I’m keeping you here for a few days”. That night the stress got to her. So, She went back to her old ways, chronically masturbating every night to fall asleep. The bedposts were the perfect shape and size for a hardcore fucking if fingers and fantasies weren’t enough. She tried them as a ***, almost everyday she was locked in, but they were too big for a virgin. “I could be a virgin again” She could get that old pleasure back, but now, the bedposts might fit in her pussy. She had a ritual for nights like this…Getting ready is half the fun. First, she would do some yoga, with kegel meditation to pre tighten her pelvic muscles. Meanwhile, on top of the carriage house, the gardeners apartment looked at the tower and down into the picture window where Rapunzel wore a thin, black lace mask over her eyes dancing in the window like a Red Light District merchant on payday. Who doesn't appreciate a good looking exhibitionist?

Boss was outside the tower door. “Look at me Boss. This is what you are missing. There is a video of me doing yoga and fucking the bedposts. I didn’t even clean them off . And you thought drinking my squirt was gross”. He said, “Would you knock it off for once, you are uncontrollable. Thats why you are in here. I can’t do this another night. I know we had some differences, but baby, I just could not fuck you twice a day seven days a week. I’m sorry. And you would rub up against me whether I’m working or relaxing and you get pussy juice on my pants.

“Most guys would show that off to their friends and mention it to any females that asked”. He whined back, “I’m not impotent I’m exhausted. I can’t keep taking those pills and pneumatic pumping my penis plus an injection because you need cocks that jiggle like a water balloon”. “Whatever “Boss”. I’m done making videos with you" she spoke while bent forward with her right hand curled up inside her pussy. as she spoke. I need more excitement than ever.

I might take my mask off. Let the world see me. I’ve always been hidden here in a tower, or wearing a mask. I aspire to more. I need more. And you didn’t support me. You were happy to fuck me and make *** selling my Rapunzel videos. But you were embarrassed to show my face. I am a celebrity, I was the girl in the tower 20 years ago. They couldn’t show my face then. Now its time. The world can watch me cum like their dreams.

Edited August 14 by YinKissesYang
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