Royal Affairs Serving The Queen

NOTE: 18+/Mature Content-This is entirely a work of fiction and makes no reference to real people. All characters involved are over the age of 21 and are consenting at all times. Comments/feedback are much appreciated, I love to hear your ideas :)

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I have a revered role in the Queen's circle, although its mainly because I have failed upwards in a sense. My time in the castle began as a servant in the royal kitchens and I was only hired because my aunt was already working here and put in a good word for me. Unfortunately for me--and even more so for my aunt's reputation--I am a horrible cook and was even worse at serving.

A month ago today, Aunt Roma pulled me aside before I began the dinner shift and from the stern look she wore that accentuated her years of service, I knew it couldn't be good.

"Eleanor, my dear niece, I love you so much and that is why I got you this job here. But as your aunt it is my responsibility to tell you this...you're a shit cook and I can't even begin to imagine you as a server. Again, I love you, but you are definitely going to be fired tonight by the servant manager."

Aunt Roma was always blunt and I appreciate that.

"That's fair, I know my skills and have been struggling since I started here."

"Yes dear, it is always good to be honest with yourself!", she said with a warm smile.

Ever since my parents had passed 6 years ago on my 16th birthday, Aunt Roma has been taking care of me. They had taken the cart and our 2 horses to visit the market to sell our produce and stock up on supplies. However, nearly a fortnight had passed without their return and nobody at the market had heard from them. I tried to keep hope that someday they would return, but as the years went by, it was easier to accept their deaths.

My only problem is that I am now 22 years and a quarter, and Aunt Roma doesn't have the room nor funds to keep providing me room and board--given my now 6 younger cousins. So without this job I am left with nothing.

I am jolted back to the present as Aunt Roma shouts for me as the dinner shift is about to begin. I am late, again. Honestly, I can't blame them for firing me. I run into the kitchen through the servant's entrance and find myself bombarded by chaos. The whole area was boiling as soups bubbled away, 3 roasts broiled in the ovens, and the frenzy of cooks were stirring, beating, kneading, and chopping. Orders were being shouted by the head chef and every word uttered by all else were barked to be heard over the orchestra of the kitchen. On top of this, the area was rather dimly lit considering all of the candles and fires, but we managed.

"BELINDA! WHERE IS BELINDA?"

The servant manager, Mr. Glenshire, was met with no response and for good reason. Belinda was my only friend here and I was her closest confidant. She had ridden of into the sunset with her beloved, Samson--a groundskeeper--and will likely never return. I can only dream of such an escape, and hope that one day I will too be rid of this dreadful village. Of course, I would never tell, but this meant that we would be short on serving staff.

"YOU! ELAINE! YOU'RE SERVING TONIGHT", Mr. Glenshire shouted as he tossed Belinda's old uniform at me. Is Eleanor that difficult to remember?

It felt as though my heart was trying to make its own escape in that moment. The pounding in my chest was unrelenting and my stomach was suddenly buzzing with a swarm of flies. Being fired was one thing, but making a mistake while serving in front of the royal family would end hellishly. Glenshire ushered me into the servant's quarters to change and I complied mindlessly for my thoughts had left me to fend for myself.

Before I knew it, I was holding a scalding pot of starter soup with only a soft and ornate cloth shielding my hands, shuffling down the hall towards the dining room. The crimson red carpet with an intricate silver motif was a refreshing change from the uneven stone floors in the servants areas. Instead of stone walls with exposed wooden supports, these walls were smooth and painted a cream shade. I was in the middle of this line of servers and everyone else seemed to be managing perfectly. I, however, felt as if my hands would fall off if I held this pot for another moment. In my misery, I did notice that my pot was cast from a different type of metal and had a bronze sheen. I only noticed this as servingware for the royal family was exclusively silver or gold.

Before I could give it anymore thought, Glenshire was opening the massive dark oak doors to the dining room and as they creaked, he gave me a chilling glare that said, "Don't fuck up". Er, probably more like "Perfection is all I shall accept", as Glenshire detests foul language.

We all strode in, as quietly as possible. Mainly, our goal is to get in, be as unnoticeable as possible, and to get out. In unison, we stopped behind a seated royal, turned to face the table, then leaned in between them to offer soup. To my horror, I realized that the royal I was serving was the Queen. Queen Alta. I froze with the ladle partially dipped into the pot of soup. She had nodded in confirmation, but I couldn't move.

"Go on, then."

Queen Alta's words were startling as I never imagined she would speak to me. My hand jerked and I spilled the soup on the table. I managed to spill the entire pot. In front of the Queen. Yes, I am definitely done for. Curses, Belinda.

I squeezed my eyes shut in anticipation of yelling or being whisked away to the dungeons. Although all I heard was a loud sizzling and crackling followed by a collective gasp. It also smelled of...burnt wood? Slowly, I opened by eyes and saw a smoking hole in the table where the spilled soup was. My jaw hung open as I had no words for this--whatever this was.

"Praises! Praises, servant! You have saved my life in the absence of the royal taster."

The Queen locked eyes with me as she looked up and while her words were gratuitous, her eyes were almost sinister. I shuttered. The room was filled with applaud from the royals and silence from the servants.

"Glenshire!"

"Yes, your highness?"

"For saving my life, I will reward this servant with a higher position. This servant, what is her name?"

"Elaine, your highness."

"I now declare servant Blaine as my new server. The Queen's servant. Glenshire, you may escort her to the upper chambers to dress in the new uniform at once."

"Yes, your highness, at once."

As Glenshire replied, they nodded and shared a knowing look. Failing upwards so spectacularly was not what I had expected. How lucky am I!? So lucky, in fact, that I am now Blaine instead of Elaine, both of which are nothing close to Eleanor.

I was escorted to the upper chambers, which happened to be a room near to the Queen's chambers. It was reminiscent of the servant's quarters but there was a proper bed, a clean rug, a single candle, and even a window. There was a uniform neatly folded and placed on the bed.

"Go on then, El--Blaine...", Glenshire ordered in a bleak tone.

"I thought you would be happy for me, or at least pleased that I saved the Queen's life, albeit by mistake."

"I should have fired you as I wanted tonight, you have ruined every--tis' no matter now. Do as you're told. The Queen's servant is a strenuous role that requires total obedience. And if you disobey the Queen or make a mistake? There is not much grace to be given."

With that, he shut the door and left. Glenshire's message was ominous but nothing could dampen my joy now. I donned the uniform, which was surprisingly comfortable. It was a simple linen cloth, made into a long-sleeved top and accompanying ankle-length skirt. After changing. I sat on the bed, unsure of what was to come.

The candle had burnt nearly halfway down the wick and by my estimation, nearly 2 hours passed. My eyelids grew heavy and I felt as though I was one blink away from the deepest slumber I'd ever slept.

Just as I was about to lay down on this luxurious bed, the high-pitched ring of a bell snapped me back to consciousness. It sounded like the bell was right outside my door and continued without falter. I hesitantly opened my door with my heart rattling inside my chest once again.

Sure enough, the bell was still ringing and was suspended right above the door. The controlling rope trailed to the Queen's chambers. This must be her calling on me given my new position as her personal server. I scurried to her majesty's doors and quickly smoothed my linens before rapping twice on the solid oak before me.

As quickly as it began, the ringing halted.

"Enter."

Surely I was going to pass out any moment but I willed my power to obey the Queen. I pushed open the massive doors with all my force and was showered with an abundance if candle light and sweet floral scents. I closed the door, as was polite, and took in my lavish surroundings. How could I ever consider my new bed a luxury? This room was filled with more riches and splendor than I would achieve in a life time. perched atop the various ledges and tabletops sat lustrous basins, trinkets, intricately adorned vases, and decor. There were 4 floor-to-ceiling windows on my right. Actually, they were doors leading out to a private terrace but were partially covered by substantial velvet curtains. The crimson-coloured curtains were contrasted by the cream stone floor and vibrant flowers about the chamber.

To the right, there was a large desk and cushioned chair, both made of a dark oak. Alas, I finally looked at what was right in front of me. The Queen's bed was nearly 3 times the size of mine. It had a sheer canopy on top and was a four-poster. Her majesty was laying, dressed in lavishly revealing silks and was surrounded by fluffed pillowed and ornate blankets.

"Servant Blaine, have you heard of the Queen's personal servant role before?"

"No, your majesty."

"Perfect. You will be trained to fulfil this role exactly as I see fit."

Her eyes glinted in the candle light with a shimmer of curiosity as she eyed me. I shivered as her smirk gave me the impression that this role won't be easy.

"Come here, to the side of my bed and kneel right there upon this cushion."

I obeyed Queen Alta immediately and followed her gestures to a measly cushion on the right side of the bed. Unlike the other more exquisite pieces, this cushion was near flat and rather dingy. It looked stained with dark splotches throughout its taupe, rough surface. Nonetheless, I kneeled and looked up at my Queen, awaiting my next orders.

With an indulgent inhale, she began.

"Blaine will no longer be the name I address you with. At least not in private. From here on you will respond to "pet", "servant", or any other name I choose to call you. This position means you will live in the castle indefinitely, have no more financial worries, but there is a price. Do you think you deserve this? Can you follow my every order?"

I was struck by my own silence for a moment. Of course, this job provided everything I have ever dreamed of. But something in me felt uneasy. My stomach was buzzing once again. I decided to swallow any reservations and be logical, I wanted this. I need this.

"Yes, my Queen, I believe humbly that I deserve this, as you see fit. I will follow your every order and give you total obedience."

"Exactly as I expected, pet. Remember, no questions asked, complete servitude and compliance. You are nothing to me, just a pet to serve my every desire. If you fail me, trust that I can find a new pet. From now on you will also refrain from speaking unless I demand it. You can respond by nodding "yes" and shaking your head for "no". Understood?"

I nodded my head firmly. Suddenly, it was becoming harder to swallow my reservations and they had taken to clumping as a lump in my throat.

Her majesty slid herself to the edge of the bed and in the process, she reached for her silk gown, thus exposing her undergarments. I was shocked but the Queen remained stern. She rested her large legs so they hung off the bed, each of her knees in-line with my shoulders. I was now face-to-face with her crotch. A strong, musky odour emanated from her crevice along with undeniable heat and sweat. She was glistening with what smelled like a mixture of sweat and arousal--almost dripping. I looked up at my Queen with pleading eyes, unsure of what was to come.

"Looking down at you truly shows how small you are my pet. You will shove your face into my crotch and keep it planted there at once. I will remind you that disobedience will lose you this position. And perhaps, may affect the employment of those you love."

My heart sank as I gulped the lump in my throat. I was horrified but couldn't let anything happen to Aunt Roma. Alas, I obeyed Queen Alta, against my inner reservations.

I slowly pushed my face against her crotch. As my nose made contact with her clit through her undergarment, I felt her warm dampness. It was soft and enveloped my nose and face as I inched closer. Her arousal and sweat seeped through the garments and was now coating my eyes, nose, lips and cheeks.

"Closer! Push yourself into me at once!"

Her majesty's shouting echoed in my ears and I complied. Soon, her fluids were dripping down off my chin and some seeped between my lips and onto my tongue. It was undeniably salty, putrid and sour. I was tasting her sweat, arousal, and who knows what else.

"I am going to rest my legs on your shoulders now. Pet, you will carry all of my weight while plastered between my legs and stand up. Once on your feet, you will climb onto the bed."

Queen Alta swung her legs over my arms and with great force, slammed them onto my shoulders. She began to shift herself off of the bed and onto my kneeling body, leaning forward to prevent falling backwards. I felt my body trembling beneath her immense weight and struggled to hold her without collapsing. I could barely breathe and what little I inhaled was filtered through her soaked undergarment. To ensure that she was securely attached to me, and possibly so that I couldn't escape, Her Majesty crossed her legs behind my head and squeezed firmly.

"Stand NOW!"

Her majesty barked her order at me while squeezing my face even deeper into her crotch. My ears were filled with the deafening squelching and oozing sounds from her crotch fluids being squeezed. They had nowhere to go but my face. I felt the warm, wet liquids streaming down my face and onto my neck. My face, and neck were drenched in the process. Between her squeezing my face with legs, and the massive amount of fluid in her crotch, my eyes begans to burn and water. Some of her sweat and arousal seeped into my nostrils and mouth.

All of my senses were bombarbed by the Queen but I persevered. I mustered all of the strength I had and slowly began to rise. From kneeling on my right knee to crouching, my entire being was trembling. The Queen was almost 2 feet taller than me and was a substantial woman. I began to sweat and this did not help the growing stench. My Queen held a firm grip on my hair to keep my head locked in place and her legs were tightly interlocked, constricting my neck. The warm softness of her legs and stomach engulfed my head entirely.

After what felt like ages, I finally rose high enough to get onto the bed. I bent forward, straining to avoid collapsing or dropping my Queen. Slowly and painfully I lowered her majesty onto her bed and she didnt let up. Now, with my legs hanging off the bed, her majesty on her back, and my head and neck still trapped inside of her, Queen Alta start the unthinkable.

She tightnened her grip on my hair as she clenched her fist, squeezed me deeper inside her crevices, and started to pump my face in and out of contact with her pussy. Queen Alta then started to grind her hips to truly smush my face against her. My head was pounding and I felt like I would pass out at any second now. However, after a few moments more of this torture, my gracious Queen loosened her grip.

Slowly, she pulled my head up and I felt intense relief as my face slid between her lips and thighs. Mistress made sure to only give me the tiniest amount of air to breathe. With my nose still on her clit the sound of me frantically getting as much air as I could filled the room with whistling. Queen Alta locked eyes with me and her gaze sent chills down my spine.

"What a greedy pet you are, sucking back all the air I allow you to have! Your hair is a MESS and you are just...soaked. I have yet to even remove my undergarments."

Still, the air was whistling past my nostrils as I had no clue when I'd return to her being used as her toy.

"Pet, you smell just awful. This is absolutely unacceptable and I must wash you at once. Would you like that my pet? Do you want to be cleaned by your Queen?"

I did my best to nod and although restrained due to being stuck between her thighs, Her Majesty understood my gesture.

"Back in you go now, take a deep breath and be a good little pet for me."

Queen Alta pet me a few times as I gulped down my last breath. She grabbed my hair again and started to push me down to where I belong. Before long I was returned to total darkness and my nose was pushing against what felt like the entrance of her opening. It did not seem possible, but Her Majesty was even wetter than before.

Instead of humping my head, she started to squeeze my neck and pull me deeper. Once I was as far as I could go in, she held me there. Her arousal and sweat was seeping into my mouth, coating my tongue in its sour and salty residue, and burning my eyes. Then, I felt her wetness grow more, and it was...warmer?

Queen Alta was urinating directly onto my face, or more accurately, onto my nose. Her stream grew stronger and some trickled into my nostrils. I did my best to hold my breath until she was finished.

"My pet, you are doing such a good job I am nearly finished. I was saving this delicious drink just for you since dinner...you are incredibly lucky to be my royal seat!"

Her flow slowly trickled to a halt and I was released from her iron grip between her legs. I inhaled as much air as I could get and was practically panting. I smelled awful. I mean, of course I was not smelling like roses beforehand, but now I reeked of urine, sweat, and Queen Alta's arousal. Despite her relentless brutal treatment, I find myself curiously invigorated by this experience. I know, it sounds depraved, but I feel as though I need this job in more ways than I expected. I imagine that as the Queen's personal servant, I'd be expected to perform even more, unthinkable acts for her Highness. Suddenly, I felt my heart flutter as all sorts of ideas flooded my mind of what her Majesty would do next.

"I would commend you for how you have faired thus far, however, that would mean praise for laying there and being used like a doll. You are nothing but a vessel for my pleasure, you do not act unless I speak it. I should be commending myself for dominating my servant so firmly. In fact, servant, I imagine you are grateful for this, aren't you? Hmm?"

"Yes my Queen, I am very grateful. Thank you for dominating me."

I barely managed those words as my breath was escaping me. I think I swallowed and even inhaled some of her urine--my throat burned and eyes watered.

"Now, that is not how you treat such a generous Queen! I let your sub-peasant self have a taste of delicious, golden, royal liquid and this is how you thank me? Do you even deserve this position?"

"Please your Majesty! Please forgive me! Your golden stream is deserving of a face far more worthy than I. This is the greatest role I can serve in your kingdom, I am eternally in debt to your generosity. Please my Queen, how can I make up for not thanking you as you deserve? How can I be worthy of this position?"