The Queen's title was not just an honorific. She had absolute power, and her business expertise had done good things for the country, making many men of power extremely wealthy and buying her absolute support. And this support worked to her advantage, because legend dictated that the Queen's taste for power was as egregious as her beauty. As the all-powerful monarch, her body was considered the physical ideal and all women in the kingdom strove to be more like her. The only thing more discussed than her beauty was her dark sexual tastes. It was said that falling under the lustful eye of the Queen was the equivalent of a fish finding itself in the claws of a hawk. Struggle as it might, once the talons were in the flesh the outcome was never in doubt and all that could ever be purchased was time.
I come from a middle class family and had achieved some success in life, including a career built from a solid education. That was before, anyway. I had become afflicted with a condition that caused all of my hair to fall out, and in my country this is taken as a sign of falling out of favor with God as the result of a serious sin, and I had become a pariah. I now moved from county to county, begging for subsistence, and this is how I came to be in the market, in the shadow of the Queen's castle.
I wasn't surprised when the Royal Guard arrested me in the market because begging, especially by a social outcast, is discouraged, but I expected to be simply removed from the city walls. Instead, I found myself blindfolded and gagged, my hands tied behind my back, naked and kneeling on a rug in an unknown room. Before leaving me the Captain of the Guard admonished me to keep quiet as I waited, and last sound I had heard was the thud of a heavy door as he departed.
Some time passed before that door opened again, and I strained to hear who was coming into the room. The new visitor didn't speak, but I heard the soft padding of bare feet crossing the floor and then begin to circle me. The odor of an expensive perfume drifted to my nose, and combined with the quiet footsteps I was certain it was a woman now looking at me.
"Miss...", I began, but was rewarded with a violent slap to my face and a single command -- "Silence!" It was a voice used to being in charge and there was no question it expected to be obeyed. With my face stinging I fell silent and waited to see what would happen next.
After a few more minutes of circling I was rewarded with her first comment since entering the room.
"So, the rumors of a hairless man were true. How intriguing." A soft hand touched my thighs, my exposed ass, my chest, and a sigh escaped her mouth. I felt invaded but decided to remain quiet. After a few more minutes of exploration, I felt her kneel behind me. She too was naked, and as she pressed against my back, one arm came around my throat and her free hand grasped my penis. Her lips leaned close to my ear and she began.
"I am your Queen, and you are my slave. My bitch." She punctuated the last statement with a squeeze of my penis and a bite on my ear, and I believed what she said – this was the Queen, and I was in a lot more trouble than I had originally thought.
Her lips moved to my other ear, and the arm around my throat tightened.
"These are the rules. No talking unless first spoken to. You've already broken that rule, but I'll give you some latitude because you didn't know about them yet. You don't want to start breaking the rules, slave." There was something particularly disconcerting about that last statement. I didn't want to know exactly what happened when the rules were broken, but I had an idea I was going to.
She continued. "When you respond to a question, always end in Mistress. Yes, Mistress. No, Mistress. No exceptions." I could tell that she was enjoying the description of the rules, the control. She bit my ear and again moved to the other side.
"No eye contact. You aren't even worthy to be in my presence and will keep your gaze locked on the floor. Finally, and this is the most important rule, you are here for my pleasure, not yours. You will do exactly as I say, and I will use you. This brings us to outcomes, and at the end of the night, there are three that are possible." She paused again, clearly savoring whatever the three outcomes were. I didn't think I'd have long to wait to hear about them.
She sighed again and restarted. "To pleasure the Queen is the ultimate privilege, and no part of your life would ever seem complete again. Moreover, no mere mortal can be left alive to discuss the delights of the Queen's body."
I didn't like where this was going, but she continued. "If you fail to follow the rules, or you fail to pleasure me, then I will take my pleasure a different way. I will have you tortured to death, and I will pleasure myself while you suffer."
Another pause. She seemed to be thinking about that choice, and enjoying it a little too much for my comfort. She let out a small pleasured moan and continued. "I have some delicious ideas for that, and understand that although it's not my most preferred option, it is an option I would enjoy." I didn't doubt it at all.
"If you do follow the rules and I do take my pleasure from you, then I will have you put to death as quickly and painlessly as possible. Occasionally...rarely...I have chosen to use a slave again and have kept them alive for another day. One truly rare specimen pleasured me for seven. But this doesn't happen very often, and from the look of you, I doubt it will apply here."
My mind was now racing, as death appeared to be fast approaching at the end of the evening and I needed to find a way to buy time to find a way to escape. With another squeeze on my throat and my penis, she pulled the gag from my mouth and ended with a question. "Do you understand the rules, slave?" Her arm relaxed and it was clear that I was free to talk.
