Charisma & Tiffany Part 4

He gave her the same haughty look as Brenda had and replied in the same curt, condescending manner as the upstairs maid had used, advising her that no, he hadn’t seen Charisma this morning. “Perhaps, she is dressing,” he added, eyeing Tiffany’s nudity in such a way as to suggest that she ought to have the same decency as the mistress of the manor and put some clothes on, too.

Tiffany moved on. She tried the ballroom, the kitchen, the dining room, the billiard parlor, several sitting rooms, the art gallery, the indoor swimming pool, and the conservatory. She found her in this last room, working with one of her bonsai trees. The art of dwarfing trees was Charisma’s only passion besides sorcery and, of course, sadism.

Charisma looked up from her work. “I don’t recall having sent for you,” she declared.

The coldness in Charisma’s words made Tiffany shiver. “You didn’t,” she agreed, her own voice sounding timid.

“Then why are you here, wasting my time?”

A tear rose in Tiffany’s eye. How could she ever have thought she’d loved such a cruel and tyrannical bitch? At one time, she’d feared that Charisma could use her magic powers to read her mind, but Tiffany no longer cared whether the sorceress could do so. It didn’t matter. Charisma would be certain to punish her, anyway; whether she thought ill of her or not made no difference, because she punished her not because of Tiffany’s behavior but because of who Charisma was herself. “I can’t stop thinking of you,” the shemale confessed.

Charisma gave her a smile, but it wasn’t a friendly one. Like the maid and the butler, the sorceress looked arrogant and scornful of Tiffany’s nude presence. “There are five bonsai styles,” she said, as if lecturing a naughty child. “The formal upright requires perfect growing conditions. It must have a straight trunk that tapers gradually from top to bottom, and the branches must be symmetrically spaced. Larches, junipers, pines and spruces are suitable for such a style.”