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“You’re late, sweetheart. But I’ll forgive you just this once. I like to dress up on dates……and I’m sure you’ll get used to the attention I receive.”

"well aren't you sweet?" -> im thinking about what you look like with tears running down your face

“…audacious, disorderly, insolent…” The bodyguard paces in the princess’s bedroom, complaining about the maid’s conduct. “…Undisciplined?” She lounges in her chair. Her catlike grin widens. “This servant girl has really got under your skin, hasn’t she?” The man starts to deny it. He’s not in the business of admitting weakness.

“If I didn’t know any better…” The princess stands and approaches the towering man. “…I would say you have a crush on her.” Her finger teases his jawline. “I’m only frustrated, princess, because she’s been trying to bait me for a long time. Even more often now, ever since…” He trails off, caught in her rhetorical trap. “…ever since you sodomized her?” She stares into his soul - a bemused glint in her eye.

The bodyguard stumbles over his words for the first time in years. “Yes, I – since that – I mean, my point is, uh…” The princess seizes her advantage. “And what did you do with her, after she – how did you put it – ‘baited’ you?” He regains some composure. “I locked her in a cage in the dungeon.” She goes in for the kill. “Ah, yes, can’t have your precious maid running away now, can we?”

He swallows, at loss for words. “I’ll deal with her. For now, leave her in the cage. Make sure she’s warm and has food and water.” The princess continues. “Oh, and send for my craftsman. You’re dismissed.” The man nods solemnly and leaves. He brings the young girl her amenities. Standing over the cage, he watches her wrap herself in the blanket and eat from the bowl.

The next day, the princess summons the two of them. The maid is wobbly as he removes her from her prison. Worried that she’ll fall, he lifts her up in his arms and carries the girl to the bedroom. They arrive to find their liege waiting for them. An unremarkable box sits on the table. Confused and terrified, the young maid stands before the confident princess.

“My guard tells me you’ve been acting out recently.” She circles around the silent girl like a shark. “I can’t have you distracting him. It’s not good for anyone.” The maid hangs her head in shame. “But you’ve been persistent – and I think I know what the source of your trouble is.” The man watches, curious as to where the one-sided conversation will lead. “I think it’s this.”

The princess lifts up the girl’s skirt with a flourish. “Your needy pussy is getting you into trouble.” The maid winces and cowers. “So I’m going to help you, servant.” A few long strides and the princess arrives at the mysterious box. Reaching inside, she savours the dramatic pause. Her hands lift out of the box.

A handcrafted chastity belt. The maid and the bodyguard gawk at the odd contraption. Almost skipping, the princess returns to the trembling maid. Sliding the curved metal between her legs, the belt is closed with a click. The princess dangles a key in front of the girl. “There, now you don’t need to worry about trying to fuck my bodyguard. Isn’t that an elegant solution?”

Hanging her head, the maid doesn’t know how to react. Even the man is shocked by her method. “Now then…” The princess chimes, hanging the key around her neck. “We can all get back to business.” She takes the bodyguard by the hand and leads him to the bed. “You’re going to take care of me - and you can perform your cleaning duties.”

The maid is dizzy, unable to process everything that has happened. She stares down at the metal secured around her pussy. Am I dreaming? The girl looks up at the couple on the bed. The married princess kisses the old bodyguard. Oh, I am dreaming. Their tongues interlace just like she always imagined. She kneels down next to the bed, waiting to wake up.

Straddling the powerful man, the monarch grinds against his crotch. “Princess, we have a witness.” She doesn’t stop. “That dummy won’t tell anyone.” The maid touches the chastity belt - the metal feels cold. Oh… The princess starts to strip. Is this actually… She pinches her nipple - and feels the pain. Her brain bubbles as the beautiful noblewoman eases his thick cock inside her pussy.

His eyes unfocused, the bodyguard holds her waist as she slips down his shaft. The princess reaches the base of his cock and sits in his lap for a moment. “Feels so good.” Staring directly into the eyes of the shocked maid, her hips start to grind. “Do you have any idea how good it feels, servant?” The caged girl shakes her head. “No? You don’t know how amazing it is to have a big, strong man fuck your tight little pussy?” Another shake.

She leans back and kisses her bodyguard. Bouncing on his dick now, the maid’s head bobs up and down with each movement. “I like that. I think it’s cute. Let’s keep things that way.” Pulling the key out of her clevage, the noble flashes it at her. “My favourite part of being a princess is...” Drool runs from the maid’s tongue, cum drools from the holes in her chastity belt. “…I can do whatever I want.”

“If I want to have rough breeding sex with my bodyguard, I can do that. If I want to be praised like an angel, I can have that. If I want to be treated like a filthy whore, I can be that.” The man and the maid lock eyes. A distant longing is held between them. “Don’t look at him, you fucking whore! Look at me!” The princess rubs her clit with a single finger, pointing. “Look right here, so you know what’s mine.”

The maid obeys. She reaches for her pussy, finding only metal. Her master’s slick pussy devours his cock. “His cock is mine, not yours. Your pussy is mine, not yours. I want to fuck him. I want you to stay a needy virgin. Do you understand?” Giddy, the maid nods her head. The guard is close. He groans and tries to calm the power-mad woman. “Princess…” She ignores him. Grabbing the maid by the hair, she pulls her in close.

He can’t hold back anymore. A harsh yell from the stoic man joins his orgasm. The maid watches his cum flood out of the princess’s pussy and run down his cock. The sensation of him cumming inside sparks her own orgasm. Every detail is seared into the servant girl’s memory. As the woman pulls on her hair, the maid’s hips fruitlessly hump at nothing.

The princess collapses onto the bed next to the man. Her hand strokes his chest. “Kiss me.” The bodyguard obeys. Holding the precious woman in his arms, his lips touch hers. Their observer watches his rippling arms stroke her soft body. “Clean me.” On all fours, the maid crawls between her thighs. Her silent tongue touches the princess’s pussy, and she licks the bodyguard’s cum from her hole.

About Agni

I’m flattered you want to know more about me. Well, let’s see.

Education

I received a BS in Biology from in 2005. I completed the accompanying joint Masters degree in Public Administration in 2007.

Work

By trade I’m a clinical researcher in the medical industry. I’m currently working on a post doc with a prominent drug company that I can’t reveal in conjunction with a well-known university that I’m too shy to disclose. Not much info there, I know.

Hobbies

I love to run. I grew up in the mountains and running was a passion that, sadly, I could only explore in the summer. Now that I’m living on the coast I can run until my hair sticks back from dried salt. I run most days. I’ve participated in half marathons, triathlons and dozens of shorter races. I like casual swimming and body boarding. I’m known to throw in with the surfers now and then.

Reading is an addiction for me, not a more hobby. I love to read all genres. SciFi, Fantasy, Historical, HistFic, Romance. Everything I can get my hands on.

Hypnosis

I am a Certified Clinical Hypnotherapist however I don not currently practice professionally. It’s purely a hobby. I love learning about the mind and learning how to manipulate it.

Feminism

I grew up pretty conservative and I remember having raging debates against feminism. I realized that I was a feminist as a Freshman in college when a wise male professor paired up the class in teams of two, one male and one female. He assigned all the males as the team captains and asked all the females to act as scribes, doubling our workload. It enraged me to the point of writing a letter to the dean. Fortunately for me the professor revealed that it was all a thought exercise before I sent my letter. I was converted. I’ve been advocating for equal treatment, opportunity and privileges for women ever since.

What I am Not

I am not an online mistress or domme. I do not offer such services.