Reversal of Fortune - Part 03 (Patreon)

My body sinks, I feel the tiles spreading out beneath my feet. Ivana leans in close, down, looming ever larger in my vision. I feel my skirt lose purchase as I lift my hand in a vain attempt at defense. My panties slip free, the cool air of the room washing over my exposed bum. My eyes dart to the mantle, I can’t even see the candle anymore. “Focus sweetie. What did you say to me my first time? Oh yes… I want to savor this.”

Reaching out, Ivana snags the cuff of my useless sleeve. In one fluid motion, the comforting heft of the jumper is wrenched away. While flailing, my tiny hand catches the band of my panties, holding the lace fabric to my frame. “H—hey! Quit it!” My mouth nearly clips off the tip of my tongue, from experience I can guess how I sound.