My first story here, please be gentle. And well, fairies are creatures of pleasure and I find it insane how people often forget that. All characters are over 18, m'kay? Thanks.
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The thing about The Fairy Kingdom was that certain types of frowned upon businesses went on even under the watchful eye of the monarchy.
Not that the military forces in the kingdom were going to do anything about it though. The fact that these technically illegal dealings took place helped to make for a more stable economy, even if everyone would deny their existence.
With a sigh, Minerva remembered a time where she'd even thought of these dealings as a myth. Of course, that had been when she was a young teen.
She was a woman now and a nobody at that, just another common fairy villager.
But, then she received a summons from The Royal Court, as had many other commoners, both male and female.
They had all been brought to a room beneath the castle and explained that they would be commoners no more but, that they would serve a purpose to the various members of the Royal Court and that they would enjoy their servitude.
It seemed that each person was called by an official and left with them.
Minerva looked around and noticed that only she, another woman and one last male were left. The others were soon approached by those whom had chosen them and Minerva was left alone.
"You're the one called Minerva?" A dark-haired lady of the Royal Court approached her.
"Yes, your highness," Minerva nodded and curtsied.
The dark-haired fairy smiled at the obedient and fragile one before her. This Minerva was just right; her white blonde hair, violet eyes, her pink wings and skin like porcelain were even better to be looking at up close and personal.
"Come along then," The dark-haired fairy spoke again, "I am Lady Cassandra but please, feel free to call me Cassandra."
"Yes m'lady," Minerva nodded.
Cassandra giggled at this, "Stop with the formalities, that's an order."
Minerva then let out a nervous sigh, "Yes, Cassandra."
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Minerva was escorted to a bedroom by Cassandra and was promptly given a change of clothes. She went from her common rags to a white satin nightgown that was rather sexy for a nightgown.
It came up just before her knees in the front but was longer in the back, it ended behind her knees in the back.
"Lay down on the bed, on your back," Cassandra's voice was soft, despite giving an order this time.
"Minerva, you will do as I say when I say it. You will love being dominated and while there is fear in your eyes, don't be afraid. Us, we fae-people are a pleasure-driven set of people and never do harm unless those closest to us are attacked," Cassandra then lay down on the bed next to Minerva and began running a hand through the younger fairy's hair, "If someone were to attack you, I would protect you."
Minerva turned her head to look at Casandra stroking her hair and giving her a loving look. Feeble violet eyes met experience dark green ones, unable not to be memorized by them.
"I am your Mistress. You are mine now, mine and my well, my husband's but, you must have figured that. Our people do share you know," Cassandra spoke yet again.