"Talia? Talia, did you hear me?"
The Princess looked up at her mother, realising that both her parents were currently staring at her waiting for an answer to the question that she hadn't been listening to.
"Erm... No, I didn't. Sorry, mother."
Her mother tutted. "Honestly, Talia. You'd lose your head if it weren't attached to your shoulders. I asked you if you'd be joining me at our Prayer Circle tomorrow?"
"Oh," Talia said, ignoring her father's stifled smirk as she nodded. "Of course, mother."
"Good," the Queen said, sipping on her evening sherry. "The Mother Superior will be joining us so it should be quite an event. Most of the Court are attending!"
"I'm looking forward to it," Talia lied.
She sank back into her chair as her parents' conversation turned to matters that thankfully did not concern her. It had been three days since Alec had left the capital and despite his promise that he would leave her something whilst he was away, she hadn't received anything yet. She was worried that she had done something wrong and was secretly missing his daily visits.
"I think I'm going to turn in," Talia said, rising from her chair. "I'll see you both in the morning."
"Yes, it is late," her mother agreed. "I'll see you in the morning. Remember to wear something appropriate for tomorrow!"
"Yes, mother," Talia replied, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. She caught her father's gaze, recognising the smile behind his eyes as he squeezed her hand and bade her goodnight.
She exited the drawing room, walking the quiet corridors of their private apartments before climbing the stairs of her tower to her bed chambers. Porter and Dathan were waiting outside her door and snapped to attention as she approached.
"Goodnight, Princess," Porter said, his voice deep and gravelly.
She smiled at the two guards, relived that neither of them seemed to have any recollection of their bewitchments at Alec's hand. "Goodnight to you both," she replied as she slipped into her bedroom and closed the door softly behind her.
Her room was dark but for the small flames of a fire burning in the grate opposite her bed. Mel's mother had taken a turn for the worse the day before and so Talia had given her handmaiden the day off to care for her. She crossed to the fire, placing a log from the pile beside the hearth onto the flames and using a poker to slowly coax some life back into the flames. She began to light the candles around her room when she spotted a large wooden box resting on the end of her bed. She frowned as she approached the box, running her hand over the plain, polished wood and the simple catch carved in the shape of a dragon.
"Alec?" she whispered, glancing around as she half expected him to materialise from the shadows.
Silence. Cautiously she slid the catch free and opened the box. It was quite full, a folded piece of paper laying on top of a black leather corset, a single underlined word written in scarlet ink in the centre of the paper.
Princess
She picked up the paper and unfolded it. Her heart beating a little faster in her chest as she scanned the contents of the note.
I hope you've enjoyed your break, Princess? That ends now. Remember, I own you.
Put this on.
Setting the note down on the bed, she reached into the box and picked up the corset. It was heavy, the bodice lined with gold studs, and she realised that it had no cups, meaning her breast would be totally exposed. As she lifted it up, six fat suspender straps unfurled themselves to dangle beneath the corset.
She glanced around the room again, wondering if he was playing some kind of joke on her. She picked up the note again, turning it over to see if she had missed anything but the back of the paper was blank. She turned it round and stifled a gasp. A new sentence that she was certain hadn't been there before was scrawled beneath the original instructions.
Now, Princess.
She bit her tongue, staring at the neat handwriting that had just appeared on the paper. She knew Alec was some kind of sorcerer. She had seen him bewitch her guards and that was presumably how he had obtained the images of her touching herself that he was using to blackmail her. She realised that he was probably watching her now...
Fine, she thought defiantly. If he wanted a show she would damn well give him one. She slipped her dress off of her shoulders, letting it tumble to the floor around her ankles to reveal the soft curves of her body. She reached behind her and unfastened her bra, arching her back seductively as her tits popped free of the cups. She hesitated at her panties, before realising that of course she should take them off. She slid them slowly down her legs, kicking them casually across the room and leaving herself completely naked. She imagined him watching her undress, the thought turning her on as she reached slowly for the corset. The leather felt good against her skin as she wrapped it around her waist, the suspender straps grazing her thigh as she cinched the bodice as tightly as she could. To her surprise, it was a near perfect fit. A pair of black stockings had lain beneath the corset and she plucked them from the box and rolled them up her legs, clipping them to the suspender straps one at a time.
She paused to look at herself in the mirror and found herself smiling approvingly. The corset hugged her waist tightly and cradled her titis comfortably despite the lack of cups. The suspender straps were pulled taught against her skin, neatly following the curve of her ass and hips to meet the almost opaque stockings. At least Alec had good taste, she mused.
Beneath the stockings was another note. She picked it up, smirking as she read it.
Collar and cuffs, Princess.
She moved round to her bedside table, opening the bottom drawer and removing the sewing box that she'd hidden Alec's previous gifts in. She snapped the cuffs around her wrists, the metal cool against her skin, and fitted the collar to her throat, imagining his hands on her neck as she pulled the leather strap tight about her throat. She went back to the box and pulled out the next item. Whatever it was, it was wrapped in a silk, drawstring bag. She opened it, tipping the contents onto her bed and gasped as a large, black dildo fell onto her bedsheets alongside a glass bottle of clear liquid and the bit gag that Alec had shoved in her mouth the other day in the forest. A note tumbled out on top of the dildo and she picked it up with trembling hands.
I've been gone three nights so you owe me three orgasms, Princess. And remember, I'm not here to send the guards away so keep that mouth of yours shut or else.
She swallowed nervously, staring at the dildo on her bed. It was long and fat, the rubber shaft ribbed, and had a suction cup at the base. Gingerly she picked it up, running her fingers over its uneven length. She had never used toys before, despite wanting to. She was the Princess after all and could hardly send someone out to buy them for her, let alone walk into a shop herself to browse the selection.
Three orgasms, she thought, the idea seeming quite daunting. She had never had more than one orgasm at a time, she didn't even know if she could have more than one. Maybe if Alec were here it would be different, but on her own...
She bit her lip, picking up the dildo, the bottle and the gag as she crossed to the fireplace, pulling back the rug in front of the hearth in order to stick the suction cup end of the dildo to the floor. She stared at it briefly, the rubber head pointing straight up at the ceiling, wondering not for the first time why she was letting him do this to her, before slipping the gag into her mouth. She turned the bottle upside down, squirting some of the cool, clear liquid onto her fingers that she knew to be lube, and positioned herself above the dildo.
She imagined him watching her, his cock pulsing in his hands as she began to rub the lube into her annoyingly wet pussy. Would he be touching himself too? She hoped so.
She eased herself onto the dildo, a small gasp escaping her as the fat head pushed between her lips and slid inside of her. She bit down hard on the gag as she slid herself down the dildo, the ribbed shaft sending shivers of pleasure through her as she sank lower and lower onto it's length.
Fuck. She felt like she could go already...
Her cuffs jangled as she twisted her hand, reaching down to snap the lock shut on the two links, securing her own wrists in front of her. She placed her hands on the floor, bracing herself as she began to bounce up and down on the dildo, the leather of her corset creaking in time with her movements. She moaned softly into the gag, biting down hard on the leather bar as she increased her pace. She imagined Alec beneath her, his cock ramming up into her pussy over and over again and suddenly she felt the first orgasm explode within her. She bit down hard, pressing her hands to her mouth for good measure as waves of pleasure pulsed through her over and over again.
One, she thought as she lifted herself slowly off the dildo and caught her breath. She looked around the room, wondering what to do next. She assumed Alec wouldn't want to see her in the same position over and over again, and she wanted to try something different herself. An idea came to her and she plucked the dildo from the floor before walking into her adjoining bathroom. A long mirror sat on the opposite wall, the glass stretching from floor to ceiling. She bent down in front of the mirror and pressed the end of the dildo against the glass at roughly knee height before getting to her knees in front of the mirror and backing her ass towards the dildo. She growled in frustration as the dildo pressed against her pussy, slipping over her lips and between her ass cheeks. She tried again, biting down hard as she slowly backed onto the toy. She felt it flex, her pussy momentarily resisting, before it finally slid inside of her.
She groaned as she rocked back and forth on the toy, the mirrored glass cool against her ass cheeks as she pressed against it over and over again, burying the dildo deeper and deeper in her pussy. Her fingers and toes curled, her knees beginning to ache as they pressed against the stone floor and she was dimly aware of the fact that she was drooling around her gag. She thought of Alec behind her again, thrusting powerfully into her as he had done in the forest. Heat spread within her and she collapsed forward onto her arms, muffling her cry of pleasure as she came for a second time.
Talia shuddered as she slid off the dildo and rolled onto her back, her breaths coming short and sharp. She reached up to wipe the drool from her chin and looked at the dildo, the black toy glistening with her own juices, the mirror smeared with the imprint of her ass cheeks. She would have to clean that before Mel found it tomorrow morning...
She closed her eyes, a tremendous feeling of satisfaction washing over her. She was spent and tired, yet Alec's orders had been clear. Three orgasms. That was what he wanted and that was what she knew she would have to give him.
Slowly she got to her knees in front of the dildo and reached up to tug the gag from her mouth. She knew she couldn't take the toy inside her again but that Alec would also expect her to use it for her third and final orgasm. She exhaled, reaching down with her own fingers, spreading her lips as she slid a finger inside of herself. She bit her lip, looking at her own reflection as she massaged her clit, before opening her mouth and sliding her tongue down the length of the dildo, lapping her own sweet juices from its length. She trembled with excitement as she took the dildo in her mouth, sucking on it over and over as she fingered herself. The dildo slid deeper down her throat, her lips pressed against those of her reflection as she deep throated the toy, gagging on it's length as she brought herself to completion with a groan of delight. She pulled away from the toy, saliva dribbling from her lips as she collapsed spluttering and spent into the corner of the room.
