Princess Penelope Visounche, Poppy for short, woke up alone in her bedroom. She lay naked as she rubbed her feet together and curled deeper into her silk white sheets. She knew to expect her company soon, one of the castle staff would knock on her door with warm tea at exactly 8:15 every morning.
Her pert nipples stood erect in the morning cold, while she sat up and stretched her arms and legs. Her long, wavy brown tresses cascaded over her shoulders, down her back and her bright blue eyes shimmered with excitement for the day to begin. She had of course, been waiting for this day all month. Knock, knock, knock
Poppy heard a soft tapping on her door. "Come in," Poppy sang softly.
Aneshka slowly opened her bedroom door then she shut it behind her.
"Good morning miss, I have your mint tea and your royal dress has been pressed for you. Let's get you dressed."
Poppy smiled warmly and lifted her arms for Aneshka to pull off her nightgown. She had been one of the house managers to the Royal Visounche family as long as she'd remembered, probably as long as Poppy's been alive. Closest to Poppy growing up, once she'd finally turned 25 and looked to live on her own smaller property, separate from her family and mother, The Queen, it seemed right for Aneshka to stay with Poppy in the move as her new house manager. Poppy's older sister Anastasia was next in line to be queen, so there wasn't much responsibility for her other than an expected marriage one day.
Goosebumps sucked Poppy back into the present while Anee helped with her dressing. She warmed a generous amount of oil in her hands and it made Poppy giggle when she rubbed it over her body. Anee rubbed oil and moisturized Poppy's legs, then her arms, her stomach, then left the rest to her neck and tits. Poppy let her head lay back and eyes close in relaxation. All of Anee's rubbing made poppy want to bend her over and hump her beautiful behind until she came, but that would be saved for a new friend. She also knew that Aneshka did not particularly like being humped, not that Poppy didn't force her by royal command from time to time anyways.
Finally, Aneshka pulled the last dress-strings up and tied them tight so the princess looked clean and neat. She slipped on her comfy palace heels, kitten heels maybe even shorter. Anee stepped back and admired the princess then gave a satisfied huff with approval of the outfit. Aneshka turned to exit the bedroom, and they started down the long corridor where excited whispers and taps echoed at the end room.
Poppy was pleased to see that her interviews had arrived on time. Now that she was living on her own, she had organized to meet with eligible women for the role of the royal handmaiden to the princess. All of about 30 girls were lined up and stood, tall and still as the princess gracefully entered the room behind Aneshka. Poppy felt her clit tingle with excitement to finally pick her handmaiden after so long. She had been very specific in what she wanted when the guards were looking for women to recruit from the kingdom. Poppy was happy to see all of these women were more than viable options, absolutely stunning, each and every one of them.
Poppy walked down the line of women, silently. Examining each of them for royal perfection. She eventually rolled to a stop at the second to last girl in line. The girl's hands shook, out of nervousness. Her pale freckled cheeks slowly pinked up as the princess scrutinized her. The intricate braid her mother had weaved into her long blonde locks felt childish in this room of seasoned women. All that was left from her older sisters was a much too small gown, Annette had received the invitation far too late for there to be alterations done on the dress. Her huge, back-straining tits were spilling out of the front and sides of her top. Watching her sheepishly try to cover herself made Poppy's pussy hot. Annette's milky tits were in full view as Poppy's 5'10ft tall body practically towered over the poor girl who stood at barely 5ft tall.
"What's your name dear?"
"Annette Dupri, my princess."
"Meet me in my chambers tonight love, I will begin instruction for you to start your duties as my royal handmaiden." Poppy firmly commanded before she left the room swiftly followed by her security detail. She chuckled as she heard the rest of the women in the room sigh in sadness as they all began to realize that they've missed their chance at the position.
Poppy waited excitedly for Annette. She had eaten dinner early and bathed quickly like a child on Christmas Eve. She giggled as now she lay naked in her bed, again, while she waited for her new plaything to make her way to her bedroom. The small rap against her bedroom door was like music to her ears. Annette shuffled into Poppy's bedroom meekly, she again, tried to cover herself up to no avail. The princess's house servants were instructed to dress Annette in a thin nightgown. Poppy is happy to see her nipples standing and staring back at her. Poppy focused on them moving beneath the thin fabric, fighting the urge to rip them free of their confines. Poppy commanded Annette to shut the door behind her.
"Good evening Princess. I am here to your chambers as you asked. Did you need assistance bathing? Or maybe a foot massage?"
"No, thank you, Annette Dupri we both have a long night ahead of us," Poppy whispered. "I'd like you to start with undressing completely please. I want to have a look at you."
Annette gave a puzzled look, but obliged to the princess nonetheless. She slipped the straps off of her shoulders and let the fabric fall to the floor and pool at her ankles. She stood silently as the Princess stared at her naked body hungrily. Annette felt like prey with Princess Poppy being her predator. Poppy stood, still nude, and slowly approached her, eyes locked on her boobs. Annette stood still as Poppy touched and groped as she pleased. Poppy ran her warm hand between Anette's legs and squeezed her tit hard enough to elicit a gasp from Annette's lips.
"Come now Anette, I've been waiting for you all afternoon dear." Annette was equally as uncomfortable as she was nervous. All she wanted was to put her nightslip back on. She had never been this vulnerable and shown this much skin to anyone before in her life. Being the youngest of her siblings, she was kept very close to home. When the invitation came for this prestigious opportunity in the castle, she knew it would be life changing for both her and her family's status. Those words might mean differently to her now, as Princess Poppy guided her hand through the dimly lit room.
Poppy climbed up the steps to her custom-made bed. Poppy wanted a mattress as massive as money could buy, just in case she decided to have more than one "guest" in her suite that night. She instructed Annette to lay out on the bed and spread her legs as wide as she could.
