Day for a Queenbyobscured©
Dedicated to a green-eyed girl from the Northwest.
It had been such a bad day for Liz.
Her cubicle at the newspaper sales office took on the feel of a cell at San Quentin. Her obnoxious co-workers had their "jerk-meters" cranked up to eight; a car dealer had threatened to pull his two-page ad because the paper ran a story about their little habit of selling cars with bad titles; Fred in the cubicle across from her kept joking about stealing her account with the florist; and to top it off, something in her wheelchair was digging into her ass.
"Look, that's just the way it is," she tried to explain to the car dealer on the phone. "That's what newspapers do. You can't expect me to go down there and tell the reporters to drop the story, can you? They'd laugh me out the door!"
"We treat our customers good," he answered back, his voice getting hotter and more out of control with every word. "And we're your customers. Now I expect a little customer service, here!"
Liz had had enough. She gave a sigh to let him know that.
"Okay. You can drop the ad or you can run the ad. That's up to you. But the ad has nothing to do with the story. You can take that up with the editors. I can't help you there. I'll tell you this, though. If you run the ad, your sales will go up this weekend. If you drop the ad this late in the process, Binkins Ford will wind up with the same two pages for cheap. So..." She paused a moment. "What's it to be?"
"Fuck you!" came the vitriolic retort. "Drop the mother fucking ad."
He hung up on her.
Liz tossed the phone into the corner of the cubicle and buried her head in her hands.
"Lose a client, Liz?" Fred taunted, predictably.
"Another word, Fred, and you're a one-ball man."
Fred dropped his nasty grin. She glared at him until he showed a moment of fear. He chuckled and strode off to the water cooler.
Liz picked up her phone and put it back in the cradle. She reached under her ass, but still could not figure out what it was that had been biting into it all day. She took a deep breath, picked up the phone, and dialed.
"Y'ello," James said on the other end of the line.
"Hey, sugar," Liz cooed.
"How's your day, Liz?"
"Sucks. Stinks and sucks."
"Aw. I'm sorry, baby."
"I know. I just wanted to hear your voice," she said with a sigh.
"What time are you coming home?"
"M'kay. What do you want for dinner?"
"You know what I really want?"
Liz paused and grinned to herself. Her heart started pounding in her chest. She could feel her mood improve before she even said it.
"I want my manservant, Hugo, to cook me a nice steak for dinner."
She felt his arousal over the phone at the exchange of code words. Her own panties dampened a little bit.
"I'll let him know."
"I love you."
"I love you, too, Liz."
The rest of the day could not fly by fast enough for Liz. She found herself looking at the clock all day. Every time she thought of what mischief "Hugo" was preparing for her at home, she felt her nipples tighten. She thought back to the last time that Hugo had waited on her and her pussy gave a little twitch.
Just before 5:00 p.m., she packed up her things, logged off the computer, and put her briefcase into the little storage pouch on the back of her chair. She engaged the electric motor and cruised out of her cubicle. Fred ducked back inside his before she could run his toes over.
She caught her breath at the elevator as another naughty memory stole into her mind. She turned aside from the elevator and sped toward the bathroom instead.
Inside the stall, she yanked her skirt up and slid her panties off. They were damp and aromatic from the hours of constant arousal. The scent went right to her head. She reached down and gave her pussy a healthy stroke. It responded with a purr of pure pleasure. She bit her lip to keep from moaning, but couldn't suppress a gasp when her fingertip rotated above her clit.
Enough teasing, she thought. She stuffed the panties into her purse and straightened out her skirt.
Hugo would be waiting for her at home.
Just as she rolled up to the door, Hugo opened it for her and stood aside to let her in. He looked fantastic in his manservant outfit: a white thong, a white bow tie, an apron and nothing else.
"Thank you, Hugo," she said as she passed him in the hall. She paused for a moment to admire his tight ass and the noticeable bulge in the front of his apron.
"Hmmm," she said.
"Oh, nothing. Is my bath ready?"
"Yes, my queen."
Liz rolled down the hall and made the left turn to the bathroom. As her manservant had promised, a hot bath had just been drawn. Candles were lit. Steam and fragrance wafted from the foamy water. How had he been able to plan this so precisely? Certainly, there was no better manservant in all the land than her beloved Hugo. She sighed at the thought.
"Undress me, servant," she commanded.
"At once, my queen."
Her hunky servant unbuttoned her blouse with his strong hands. He gently slid it off her shoulders then turned to hang it on a clip on the door, giving Liz another chance to admire his ass. He pulled her forward in the chair and unsnapped her bra. Liz felt her nipples harden when the air hit them. Hugo hung the bra over the same hook, then knelt to remove her shoes and knee-high stockings. He carefully put each sock into a shoe and placed the shoes outside in the hallway.
Liz lifted herself with her hands to allow Hugo to unzip her skirt and slide it down her legs. She felt his hands tremble when her pussy came into view. His bulge had grown considerably, she noticed as he hung her skirt on the hook. She stifled a giggle and forced herself back into character.
"Are you staring at your queen's breasts, Hugo?" she teased, seeing his eyes linger on her hard nipples.
"Yes, madam," he admitted.
"Hmm. Meanwhile, my bath is getting cold."
"Yes, my queen," he stammered.
Hugo lowered the side rails of her chair and picked her up in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He gently placed her into the tub, slowly letting the bubbles tease her skin before engulfing her in the hot water.
"Ah, yes," she cooed. "A perfect bath. Mmmmm."
All thoughts of car dealers, stupid co-workers and florists were washed from her mind. She was queen and this was her castle. She commanded a beautiful servant. She could have anything she wanted.
Liz relaxed and let the thick bubbles tickle her skin. She took a deep breath and savored the aroma of the scented candles.
"Mmmm," she cooed again.
She lay there with her eyes closed for several minutes, enjoying the sensations and relaxing. Finally, she opened her eyes and saw Hugo standing attentively at the side of the tub and she decided that he should be doing more work around the castle.
"Wash my hair, Hugo."
"Yes, my queen."
He knelt down and pulled her to a sitting position with his strong, bare arms. She felt the bubbles drip deliciously off her full breasts.
Hugo picked up a sponge and dipped it in the water. He rubbed her long, sandy hair until it was nice and wet. He poured shampoo into his hands and massaged her scalp thoroughly. He rinsed her hair with the sponge, then patted the water from her eyes with a dry hand towel.
"Now wash my body," Liz ordered, her voice catching a bit.
"Yes, my queen."
Hugo took the other sponge and poured a healthy drop of liquid body soap into it, rubbing it into a fragrant lather. He rubbed it over her back and neck. He scrubbed her arms and hands. He brought the sponge around her body and rubbed her tummy before bringing it up between her cleavage. He paused at her collarbone then kissed her earlobe as he brought it down over her right breast firmly. He circled the nipple with the sponge, then scrubbed the underside of the sensitive breast before repeating the process on the other one.
When Hugo was finished with her breasts, he eased her down onto her back and rinsed the soap off with his hands. Hugo dipped the sponge under the water and scrubbed her legs and feet. Liz gasped at the sensuous pleasure of having her toes massaged so lightly by the porous strands of the sponge.
Hugo slowly brought the sponge up between her legs. He pushed her legs apart with his other hand and let them trap the sponge high on her thigh. Liz gave a quiet moan, then opened her eyes and looked at her manservant with total lust. Hugo smiled obediently to her, then kissed her forehead as he stroked the sponge firmly over her mound. Liz' body jerked. He dragged it down over her clit and labia.
He gave her pussy three long, firm strokes with the sponge, then brought it out of the water and squeezed it clean. Liz panted, her chest rising above the fading foam of the bubble bath. Hugo took the clean sponge and rubbed her entire body with it, washing off the soap.
Finally, Hugo lifted her out of the water. Patches of white bubbles clung to her skin like a foamy set of fleeting lingerie. She wrapped her hands around his neck and buried her head in his chest. She closed her eyes and listened to his heartbeat as he carried her into the living room where he had made preparations.
In front of the lit fireplace, Hugo had laid a patch of bath towels. He set Liz down on the towels and let her drip onto them as the fire warmed her skin. He waited a moment before taking another towel and patting her dry. Finally, he opened the jar of her favorite talcum powder and brushed the powder over every inch of her skin with a soft, feather brush.
Liz was in heaven. Her skin felt fresh and alive. The fire was warm and friendly. Her pussy had a pleasantly pulsing ache. But something was wrong. Where was her steak?
"Servant?" she said as he dusted the talcum onto her ass.
"Yes, your highness?"
"Is my dinner ready?"
Hugo stopped his brushing abruptly for a moment, the continued with shaking hands.
"No, madam," he admitted.
"I... I stopped preparing your dinner to complete your bath, madam."
"That is not acceptable, Hugo," Liz chided. "You should have anticipated this and made allowances for my bath and dinner."
"Yes, my queen. I have failed you."
Hugo stood and hung his head. Liz pushed herself onto her back and sat up, supporting herself with her hands.
"Bring my throne, Hugo."
"At once, your highness."
Hugo ran back to the bathroom, eager to please his queen and avoid any punishment. He rolled the wheelchair back into living room. He wrapped Liz in a fluffy, dry towel then lifted her into the chair.
"Over my knee, now, servant," she commanded.
"Your majesty, please," he begged.
"Over my knee right now," she repeated, lowering the armrests and giving him access to her bare thighs.
"Yes, my queen," Hugo said, his voice trembling.
He bent over her knees, supporting his weight with his hands on the floor. His ass stuck out at a perfect angle for blows from her right hand. She brought her hand over his ass and shivered with anticipation: few things aroused her more than stroking that wonderful ass.
Except for spanking it until it was red, of course.
Liz swatted her servant's bare ass with quick, loud strokes. After several light, stinging spanks, she felt his cock start to twitch against her thigh and she began hitting him a little harder. She spanked Hugo's ass and the backs of his thighs until they were blushing red, then she slid her hand lovingly over them. She ran her other hand through his hair and told him what a good servant he was.
Then she told him to fix dinner while she read a book (one of her favorite collections of Victorian erotica. She was halfway through a saucy excerpt from Moll Flanders. )
She could hear the steak sizzling in the kitchen. The aroma of the pepper and spice and vegetables was almost as arousing as the incense in the bathroom had been. She put down her book and took a deep breath to savor it. Just then, Hugo appeared in the living room.
"Would her highness care to dress for dinner?" the servant asked.
Liz gasped when she entered the bedroom. It was perfectly clean. The sheets were soft satin. Everything was neat and orderly. A dozen roses crowned the pillow of the queen-size bed. Her clothes were placed on the bed, washed, pressed and ready.
Hugo lifted her from the chair and set her down on the soft blanket. She rolled over to look at the clothes while her servant removed her towel, leaving her gloriously nude in the regal chamber.
Hugo had chosen wonderful clothes for his queen: a pair of black, lace panties; a matching garter belt and black stockings; a thin, red cocktail dress; her clip-on nipple rings; and a silver tiara. She slipped the crown on first to enhance her royal air. Next, she clipped the rings to her nipples, wincing under the moment of discomfort, then sighing as the gentle pressure rode through the hard buds.
"Dress me, Hugo," she commanded.
Hugo attached the garter belt, then rolled the stockings slowly up her legs. Liz felt his breath against her cunt when her slid the panties over her hips. She held her hands over her head and Hugo dropped the dress down her body. He smoothed it out with his fingers, caressing her gently as he made certain that there were no wrinkles. He lifted her back into her throne.
"Dinner is served, madam," he said with a cute bow.
Liz giggled and followed him to the dining room, watching his blushing ass sally back and forth.
Liz pulled up to the dining room table. Hugo lit the candles and poured a glass of champagne for her. She sipped the bubbly and waited for her steak, which arrived, along with a baked potato and a serving of coleslaw.
"That looks delicious, Hugo," she said.
She tasted the steak. It was indeed delicious.
"Hugo," she called to the servant who stood patiently behind her.
"Yes, my queen?"
"Would you like to taste some of this?"
"If it is your will, then I shall obey," he answered. He was the most romantic slave a queen could ask for.
"Come here, then."
Hugo dropped to his knees and crawled to his queen. He knelt at her side and placed his hands behind his back. Liz sliced off a sizzling piece of steak and held it in front of Hugo's face.
"Thank you, your majesty," he said, before leaning forward to take the morsel from her tines. Liz giggled at him again.
They ate like this through the entire dinner. She took a bite of food, then offered a similar bite to Hugo. Hugo thanked her graciously before taking the food. When he brought her ice cream, however, she accidentally spilled a drop of it into her cleavage.
"Hugo! Quick!" she called. "Wipe it off before it runs down the dress and ruins it!"
Hugo reached his finger between her breasts and wiped up the drop of vanilla. He held it to her lips and she sucked the sweetness from his finger.
"I missed a drop, your highness," Hugo said, looking into her eyes and pulling his wet finger slowly from her mouth. She nodded to him. He slid his finger back down her cleavage, then over onto her right nipple. She gasped as his finger slid wetly over her tightening bud. He flicked the nipple ring back and forth. He rubbed the nipple in circles with the stiff finger, then took the nipple between his finger and thumb and gave it a tender squeeze.
"Mmm," Liz moaned. "I think you got it all, Hugo."
"There is some over here, your highness," he said, rubbing her left nipple.
"Oh yes, so there is," agreed the queen.
As he stroked the nipple, he nuzzled against her neck. He kissed her behind her ear, then gave her earlobe a long lick from top to bottom. She turned her head toward him and he planted a firm kiss on her lips. She kissed him back for a moment, then, as his fingers gave her nipple a deliciously cruel tug, she pulled away with a moan.
"Hugo!" she said, pulling his hand from her dress. "How dare you kiss the queen! You have been unusually disobedient today. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were looking for punishment."
"No, my queen," he said, lowering his head. "I'm sorry."
"You should be. You know I won't tolerate freshness from my servants."
"Any further attempts to take liberties with me will be met with stern punishment."
"Good. Now prepare my massage."
"At once, madam."
Hugo stood, bowed, then strode quickly to the bedroom. Liz followed leisurely and arrived just in time to see Hugo setting the bottle of oil next to the bed. He knelt before her and unzipped her dress. He pulled it slowly off of her, letting the fabric graze her nipples. She hissed between her teeth at the pleasure. Hugo removed her shoes and unsnapped her garters. He rolled the stockings down her legs, then took off the garter belt. He hooked his fingers into her panties and looked into his queen's face. She nodded. He pulled them down, then lifted her into his arms and set her down on her face on the bed.
Hugo oiled his hands and proceeded to give her a long, relaxing massage. His touch was sensuous and smooth. He rubbed her calves and her feet, with even more care than during her bath. He stroked her back and her ass. She took deep breaths and absorbed the passion from his hands. She tried to remember that he was her servant, but when he rolled her over and she saw his bare chest, all she could think of was making love to him. She chided herself for not remembering her place, but Hugo slid his slick hands up her stomach and around her breasts, ending with a slippery tease of her nipples. He tugged the nipple rings loose and Liz sighed at the sudden release of pressure.
It was while Hugo was giving each of her fingers a full massage that Liz realized how wet she was getting.
He ran his hands from her shoulders over her breasts again. She moaned as his hands slid down her stomach to her bush. He cupped her mons and gave it a slow and gentle press, then, to her dismay, stepped back and stood at attention.
"Your massage is complete, my queen."
She thought of sending a wicked retort-or perhaps another good spanking!-his way. For a moment, she was tempted to beg him to ravish her, but then remembered her place, at last. She was queen. If her servants aroused her, that was one thing, but it would be against protocol to make love to him. She would simply have to satisfy herself.
"Hugo!" she snapped, letting her anger through, in spite of her epiphany. She took a breath. "Please select my DVD for the evening."
"Yes, your majesty."
Hugo walked to the closet and pulled a box from the shelf where she kept her royal DVD collection. He reached in and pulled out a disc. He held it up for her approval.
"What?" she yelled. "What is that? I watched that the other day. That's not the disc I meant."
Hugo nodded and returned it to the box. He chose another and again held it up.
"No, no, no, not that one. I'm not in the mood for all that group sex."
He nodded again and pulled another out.
"Hugo, are you only choosing the ones you like? That one is all lesbian! I am not in the mood for it."
Hugo returned the disc to the box.
"Hugo," she said, slyly, as he dipped his hand in again. "If you don't pick the one I want, I'm going to punish you again."
Hugo nodded slowly, then took out another disc.
"Rats!" she said, pounding the bed with her fists. "That was the video I was thinking of. Okay, put it in."
He put the disc into the DVD player hooked up to the bedroom's television. He pulled a sexy, pink baby-doll nightie from her lingerie drawer and slid it over her body as she watched the opening credits of her very favorite soft-core porn movie. Hugo tugged the blanket over her legs, but she stopped him from covering the rest of her body. He fluffed up several pillows and helped her into a comfortable, reclining position, then stood at attention at her side.