Lady-in-Waiting

It was such a nuisance having to train a new Lady-in-Waiting every year. She had complained to her mother several times, but the Queen had been adamant. The position of Lady-in-waiting to the Princess Royal was much coveted among the nobility and tradition had it, it was only ever for one year. But still, she had hardly trained them to fulfill her wishes perfectly, when she had to let them go and train a new one. So annoying. Once she was queen, she would change that. Maybe introduce a second Lady-in-Waiting to better serve he, but keep them until she tired of them.

It had started 5 years ago, when at 15 she had ventured into the forbidden section of the extensive palace library and had happened upon a book with what the title page called 'curious plates'. Of course she had sneaked it back into her bedchamber and had augmented here newly-found evening (and morning) pleasure by studying the plates, while she played with her pussy. Most of the plates had shown men with enormous members entering women (a pleasure forbidden to her as she would have to go into marriage a virgin), but one had fascinated her. It showed a lady with her skirts hiked up and a maid kneeling, her face buried between the lady's thighs. She had satisfied herself numerous times looking at that plate, but it had been a poor second best. With a smile she remembered the day that had changed it all.

“Catherine, it is time you learnt another duty.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Catherine was the daughter of a duke, but a rather plain and timid girl. She folded away the dress she had just freed the princess from, then waited anxiously.

“There are certain very personal services that a princess deserves. I am certain you will never betray my confidence and will strive to fulfill all your duties to my satisfaction.”

“Certainly, Your Highness.” The girl looked genuinely shocked at the suggestion.

“Good. Now take off my undergarments.”

“Your …. ,” the young woman blushed furiously.

“Obey!” the princess hissed.

Biting her lower lip nervously, Catherine undid the laces and pulled down the bloomers averting her eyes from the sight in front of her. She made to get up, but the princess stopped her.

“Stay where you are! Come closer.”

Gulping nervously Catherine moved a few inches closer only too aware of the strong smell of a female sex in her nostrils.

“Now kiss me”

The young woman forgot her obedience and stared up at her employer.

“Kiss you?” She swallowed again. “But... But I'll have to get up then.”

The princess rolled her eyes.

“Not on the mouth, stupid. Kiss me down there.”

For a few seconds Catherine only stared, then shook her head violently.

“That is filthy. I won't do it.”

But the princess hadn't grown up in the palace for 15 years without knowing how to get her will.

“You won't do it? Very well. You may go and pack your things. Tomorrow in front of the entire court I will dismiss you as incompetent. I am sure your father will be very happy about that. Get out of my sight. Now.”

Catherine remained where she was her face betraying her inner fight. The princess knew all too well that by being dismissed and that publicly, Catherine would cost her family enormous prestige. She turned away and piled on the pressure.

“What are you waiting for? Get out.”

“Please....”

“What?

“Please don't do that,” the girl whispered.

“Why shouldn't I? If you don't obey my commands?” She walked over to the other end of the room and sat on her bed.

“I...I...” then in barely a whisper. “I will do it.”

“Beg me!” The princess's voice was like a whiplash.

“Please, may I do it?” Catherine's resistance was broken.

“May you do what? Be specific.”

“May I please kiss your .. your pussy?”

“Come here! On your knees!”

Catherine crawled across the room.

“Now I want a very intense kiss. And don't you dare stop before I tell you to.”

From that day on Catherine spent time between her mistress's legs every morning and evening and sometimes in between and the princess trained her to serve perfectly according to the princess's wishes. In the following years the scene was repeated with minor variations and levels of resistance, whenever a new Lady-in-Waiting took over. Some had hated it, but obeyed reluctantly, others had loved their time between the princess's legs. But since that day the princess never had to rub her pussy again.

The new candidate should not be a problem really. Victoria was a petite, dark-haired girl and the tall blonde princess almost towered over her. She seemed rather plucky, but was only the daughter of a minor nobleman who had done some obscure service to the king and this position was the reward. She would never dare disobey. And she would learn her place today. Her predecessor had left three days ago and despite the fact that she had spent the last two hours of service between the princess's thigh and had provided a number of climaxes, the princess felt the tingling between her thighs again. She rang the bell.

“Send Victoria in. And then I do not want to be disturbed.”

The footman bowed himself out and a minute later Victoria entered.

“You are late!”

“I am sorry, Your Highness. The Queen had sent me on an errand. How may I serve you?”

The princess knew the scene by heart now.

“Take off this ridiculous dress. It is choking me.”

Victoria obeyed instantly. Now the first resistance would come.

“And my underpants.”

Victoria did not even catch her breath and five seconds later the princess was naked from the waist down. Very obedient.

“Now kiss me.”

Victoria smiled up to the princess.

“On the lips or on your cunny?”

Now it was the princess's turn to gulp. She quickly rallied.

“I won't be kissed on the lips by another girl.”

“Very well, your Highness. If you would just lay back and spread your legs.”

Completely gobsmacked the princess lay back, then gasped, when a knowledgeable tongue found her clit, teased and licked it and brought on an intense first climax in seconds. She lay there panting and despite herself asked.

“Where did you learn to do that?”

Victoria stood and sat on the edge of the bed, but the princess was too exhausted to scold her for her presumption.

“At home, Your Highness. I grew up with 3 sisters, one two years older and the twins just a year older. Father does not believe in pampering children, so we all shared one room. And we quickly taught each other to eat cunny.”

“Do you have to use that word?” Even the mild criticism took some effort.

“What, cunny?” Victoria giggled. “I can use other words if you like. For example, would you like me to lick your twat again?”

The princess was ready to chastise Victoria for the use of that coarse expression, but before she could utter the first word, Victoria had leaned forward and was making good on her offer. Any thought of criticism disappeared under a wave of pleasure.

When she woke up the next morning, she found Victoria quietly laying out her clothes. Seeing the princess awake, she drew the curtains.

“A beautiful day, Your Highness. Would you like to start it immediately or would you like your twat licked first?”

When she could think clearly again, the princess remarked.

“Your sisters have really taught you well. You know how to please a woman.”

“Oh that is just a start, Your Highness. My sisters taught me a few other things, too, and then I taught my sisters a lot. I am sure I could teach you a lot more about pleasure.”

But when the princess asked further questions she only got an evasive answer.

“Such things cannot be described, they have to be experienced.” There was a gleam in Victoria's eyes.

All day the princess went about her duties distracted being short with the servants and forgetful when talking to foreign emissaries. She should have been well satisfied from Victoria's ministrations, but kept wondering what other pleasures there were. And every time she wondered her pussy tingled. Finally she could make her excuses and retired to her rooms Victoria following dutifully. The door had hardly closed behind them, when she turned around.

“Show me how else you can please a woman,” she commanded.

Her Lady-in-Waiting smiled. “There are so many ways. Let me show you one.”

She began to undress the princess, who eagerly got rid of her skirt and bloomers, but when she wanted to lay back on the bed, Victoria shook her head.

“No, You Highness, undress completely.”

“Completely? A princess does not prance about naked.”

“Doesn't she?” Victoria smiled. “Not even when she wants to be shown new pleasures?”

Completely naked? No one had seen her completely naked since she was a baby. But there was something attractive about the idea. The princess nodded and Victoria quickly and efficiently removed the corset and the shift. The princess's long blonde hair fell over her exposed breasts and tickled her nipples.

“And now?” She asked.

“Now let me have a good look at you,” The other girl replied.

She stepped closer and ran her fingers over exposed flesh. Gently she caressed the already firm nipples, the ran her fingertips down the princess's spine.

“Close your eyes,” she whispered. “Close your eyes and stand still. Don't move a muscle.”

Her hands kept exploring, stroking, touching. Just feathery touches, never long, never in the same places twice. When her fingers slipped between the the rounded buttocks, the princess made to protest, but another soft finger sealed her lips.

“Shhhh. No protests, no objections, no movements. I can touch you anywhere I want.”

The princess's skin felt doubly sensitive. She anticipated every touch, shivered when it came, moaned disappointed when it ended. Ever so slowly the fingers centered on her nipples, the glided down between her legs, slid between the wet folds and circled her clit. Again she wanted to protest, wanted to feel Victoria's tongue, but the fingertips suddenly lay on her mouth, stopped her speaking and smeared some of her own juices on her lips. Instinctively she licked her lips tasted herself, moaned deeply, when the fingers found her lower lips again, while Victoria's lips closed around one nipple. And for the first time in 5 years the princess came without a tongue servicing her and came hard. Her knees buckled and Victoria had to help her to bed.

“That was amazing,” she gasped. “You'll have to do that again tomorrow.”

“Well, we shall see. But not tomorrow morning or you won't be able to perform your duties.” The princess pouted. “Oh and why don't we leave off the bloomers tomorrow? That way you will be ready for pleasure that much faster in the evening.”

“You mean I should ...” the princess stared at the wicked idea.

“Yes, Your Highness. You will be completely naked under your skirt,” Victoria replied with a wink.

The Queen had to speak quite sharply to her daughter as she was inexplicably absent-minded all day. Whenever the princess had to greet a visitor or discuss something with a court official, she kept thinking that one quick flick of her skirt and he would be able to see her cunny. And whenever she walked there was the slippery feeling between her thighs. Her Lady-in-Waiting was by her side for most of the day and did nothing to help her concentrate with her whispered remarks.

“I think I can smell your pussy, You Highness.”

“Oh just look at the dashing young count. Should I raise your skirt, so he can see you naked buttocks?”

“I wonder what the ambassador's wife would do if you told her to crawl under your skirt and lick your cunny.”

At dinner the princess feigned a headache and retired at the earliest possible moment.

“You minx,” she scolded her Lady-in-Waiting, when they were finally alone. “You made me so hot, no go down and use your tongue.”

“Certainly, your Highness, but wouldn't it be a pity not to continue learning new kinds of pleasure?” The princess wavered. “And even more intense climaxes?”

Victoria could see she had won and stared undressing the princess. Like the evening before the princess remained standing in the middle of the room and closed her eyes expecting a repetition of yesterday's performance.

“No, no, I want you to open your eyes today. I want you to look around and take in the situation.” Light touches accompanied the words. “There you are stark naked and your Lady-in-Waiting, fully clothed, is walking around you, looking at you, seeing your body, every intimate area, able to touch you, wherever she wants. Whereever!”

Victoria's hands moved and touched.

“There.” A quick twist of a nipple.

“There.” A rub across the mound.

“There.” A push deep between the buttocks.

Victoria moved in closer, one hand moving up the princess's thigh ever so slightly. She leaned in and whispered.

“Does that excite you, Your Highness?”

The princess nodded, then gasped, when Victoria sucked a nipple between her lips, then bit down softly, then repeated it on the other nipple.

What was happening? Instead of being serviced here she was standing naked at her Lady-in-Waiting's mercy. All she had to do was to lie down on the bed and order Victoria to lick her. And she would have her orgasm in seconds. But something compelled her to remain where she was and let Victoria do what she wanted.

“Do you want me to stop and eat your out, Your Highness? Or do you want to learn more?”

Her body was screaming for release, eager for the quick tongue that knew all the folds of her pussy, all the places that gave pleasure. And yet ….

“More,” she groaned.

“Good,” Victoria smiled. “There is so much more to teach you. For example...”

Nails bit into the princess's pussylip as Victoria pinched. Slowly increasing the pressure Victoria continued.

“My oldest sister loved this. She would get really wet, when I pinched her. You are quite wet, too.”

The princess bit her lip, when the pain increased, but she could not bring herself to make the other girl stop. Victoria's voice was almost hypnotic.

“You know, she loved it so much, she would actually beg me to pinch her clit the same way. Really hard. Until she came. Do you want me to pinch your clitty, Your Highness?”

Feeling that pain on her clit?

“No,” and before she could stop herself, she added. “Please, please don't pinch my clit.”

Victoria's mouth formed a small smile.

“Well, since you asked so nicely, I won't. So maybe we will try something else.”

She slowly released the pressure of her fingers making the princess gasp again.

“How did you like the ambassador you greeted today?”

“What?” The princess asked confused. “What has that ..”

“Answer my question!” Victoria's voice was so sharp and demanding that the princess answered automatically.

“He is a fat slob. He kept staring at my cleavage.”

“That he did. How he would have started had he known your pussy was naked under the skirt. Now imagine he is sitting over there in the corner watching.”

“What?” The princess repeated instinctively looking at the chair indicated.

“Yes, he is sitting there licking his lips staring at your breasts and your cunny. Come on, spread your legs and let him get a good look at it. Do it!”

The princess obeyed breathing heavily.

“So demeaning, isn't it? Standing in front of that old fat man displayed fully naked. And you know what would be even more humiliating? If you had to rub your cunny for him. Let him watch, while you did yourself. Do you want to come? Well?”

The princess's body shivered all over, then suddenly her right hand flew between her legs and rubbed furiously. In her state of arousal she only lasted seconds, then came with a deep groan.

Victoria watched her smiling, then helped her to bed and gently licked the flowing juices from her pussy.

The following day for the first time in years the princess did not have her Lady-in-Waiting service her. She was too ashamed of what she had done in front of her, of having been so aroused by her imagination that she had rubbed herself, but at the same time angry that Victoria had put her in that situation. The next day, however, her horniness grew too strong and she curtly ordered the girl to lick her. Victoria obeyed without demure. And so it continued for the next few days. She enjoyed Victoria's tongue, but realized more and more that something was missing, that she could have felt more pleasure, experienced harder climaxes. And finally asked her Lady-in-Waiting to show her more.

“Are you sure, Your Highness? You seemed embarrassed the other day. And I do not want to embarrass you again.”

“I ordered you to show me more,” she answered haughtily.

“Well, you see, there is the problem. Of course you can order me, I am only your Lady-in-Waiting and you are the Royal Princess. And I would never disobey you.” Victoria waited for a few seconds. “But the pleasures I showed you were not commanded. You experienced them, because you let me do, what I wanted.”

The princess's brow knit for a moment. Just let her do, what she wanted to the Royal Princess? Oh well, it was just for a bit of pleasure.

“Then that will be the last order I will give you this evening. I will let you show me what you want.”

“Very well, your Highness. Then undress, fully.”

The princess waited, then said impatiently.

“Well, help me.”

Victoria shook her head.

“No more orders, remember. I will just sit here and watch you get naked for me.”

The princess blushed, but could not have said if it was from anger, shame or arousal. She slowly and awkwardly peeled off her clothes and all the while felt Victoria's eyes on her body. When she was finally naked, Victoria hooked a finger and she walked over.

“Now let us have a look at your body. Nice firm breasts.” Victoria weighed them in her hands. “The kind men like to maul and grab.” She demonstrated. “And just look how proud your nipples are standing up.” She pinched them softly. “Men would love holding onto your breasts, while they fuck you.” The coarseness made the princess shiver, but she could not help imagining rough hands grabbing her breasts. “And such a soft cunny. And already so wet.” Victoria's fingertips ran along the moist lips. “You know, men love that. They love it, when they find you wet and welcoming and can just push their tool inside you and fuck you. Would you like to be fucked now?”

“Yes. “ Just a soft moan escaped the princess's lips.

“Such a pity you have to remain a virgin. Unless ...”

“What?” The princess asked quickly.

“But no, you would never do something like that.” Victoria's fingers were still busy caressing the soft, moist lips.

“What, please?”

“Well, you see,” Victoria settled in a chair indicating for the princess to stand close and spread her legs. “Have you ever been in the alley behind the market square?”

“What?” The princess frowned confused, but shivered when knowledgeable fingers kept exploring her pussy.

“No? Well, there is a tavern, where your father's soldiers go. They can drink there and amuse themselves with women.”

“Whores!” The princess's voice sounded scandalized and fascinated at the same time.

“Yes, whores,” Victoria smiled. “Women who do whatever they are told, whatever the men want. And what the men want is to fuck them, of course. But the women in that tavern don't want to get pregnant, so they have found a solution.” Victoria's hand was moving back and forth along the princess's slit arousing her more and more. Impatiently the princess asked.

“What solution?”

“They allow themselves to be fucked …. there.”

Victoria's hand glided further back until her well-lubricated finger found the princess's tight pucker.

“That is where the soldiers fuck the whore as if it was their cunny.” Victoria's fingertip presses against the tight opening, while her thumb found and rubbed the clit.

The princess groaned. Through a mist of pleasure she heard Victoria's voice.

“Would you like to be a whore now? Would you like to be fucked back there?”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“Bend over!”

Unable to form a clear thought the princess obeyed. She heard something rustling, the felt her Lady-in-Waiting step behind her. Surprisingly strong hands held her hips, then she felt something hard and rounded press against her anus. She groaned when it pressed harder, then her entire body shivered, when tight muscle gave way and it entered her. It glided in easily, then started moving, in and out, in and out. Her breath came in gasps, in and out, in and out. A hand returned to her pussy.

“ Would you like to be fucked harder, Your Highness? Would you like to fucked like a true whore?”

Unable to even utter words she just pushed back against the invader wanting it to enter deeper, thurst faster.

“Ahhh,” she heard Victoria's voice behind her. “Very good. A good whore helps the man fuck her.”

The thrusting became harder and faster and she heard Victoria moan and groan behind her, then forgot even that and only felt the intruder in her ass and the fingers on her pussy. Victoria fucked her for long minutes until they were both covered in sweat. Then, with a final hard thrust, she stopped breathing hard.

“Keep going, make me come,” the princess moaned desperately.

But instead Victoria withdrew and sat down. The princess collapsed at her feet, her hand moving to her pussy.

“Don't play with yourself!”

The hand jerked back.

“Now this is where we have to make a decision, Your Highness. You are the Royal Princess, but in here, in this room, you can be whore, my whore. And obey me.” She let the words sink in. “You can order me now to lick you and no doubt you will come within seconds. Or you can behave like my whore and lick this wooden cock clean, then lick me to an orgasm and then hope that I consider you a good enough whore to deserve an orgasm yourself. Who gives the orders in this room?”

Acting like a cheap whore to this daughter of some minor knight from the country? Hoping she was good enough to deserve an orgasm instead of just ordering the little slut to give her one? Betraying everything she was for some intense pleasure? She was the princess and had to assert herself, had to dismiss this girl immediately. She was born to command, not obey.

But no matter how much she tried to convince herself, she always knew what the decision would be. Victoria had shown her the one pleasure the princess could never experience, the pleasure of letting go, of obedience, of humiliation. She looked up at Victoria.

“May I please lick your pussy, my Lady.”

“You may, my obedient whore.”