As Her Majesty Commands - Ch. 01

As Her Majesty Commands - Chapter 1: Bound by Duty, Bored by Duty

Lady Valentina's body lay upon the satin sheets, her silk gown hiked up, exposing her bare breasts. The fabric clung to her skin, dampened with perspiration from the stifling room. Her eyes stared vacantly at the intricately carved ceiling as she felt the weight of Sir Bryn pressing against her.

She let out soft moans, a carefully orchestrated symphony of pleasure that deceived him. Her fingers traced patterns along his back, her touch lacking any genuine desire. Lady Valentina had become an expert in the art of feigning ecstasy, concealing her true desires beneath a veil of pretence.

Sir Bryn, lost in his own euphoria, revelled in the sounds escaping her lips. He believed he was satisfying her deepest cravings, oblivious to the reality that lay hidden beneath her sensual facade. His hands roamed her body, his touch fueled by a false sense of triumph.

As their bodies moved in rhythm, her mind drifted elsewhere, yearning for release from this monotonous charade. Yet, she remained committed to her role, her duty to uphold the illusion of pleasure. Her thoughts wandered to the forbidden desires she kept buried within her soul, longing for the touch of a woman who could truly set her aflame.

But at this moment, all she could do was continue her masquerade, locked in a performance that would never bring her satisfaction.

Sir Bryn's climax approached its peak, his body tensing as he released himself upon her face. The warm fluid splattered across her delicate features, staining her skin in a stark contrast to the coolness of her unfulfilled desires. Her eyes closed momentarily, concealing the flicker of disappointment that danced within them.

As the last droplet of his essence settled upon her cheek, Lady Valentina wiped it away with a graceful gesture, maintaining her composure even amidst this unsatisfying encounter. She knew this act was merely a means to an end, a necessary deception to preserve her secrets. Her heart yearned for the touch of a woman, but she suppressed those desires beneath layers of social expectation.

Sir Bryn, oblivious to the dissatisfaction hidden behind Lady Valentina's mask, revelled in his own pleasure. He mistook the remnants of his release on her face as evidence of their shared ecstasy. Oblivious to her true desires, he leaned down to kiss her, seeking validation in the taste of his own essence upon her lips.

Lady Valentina obliged, bestowing upon him a feigned smile, her tongue skillfully intertwining with his. But deep down, she craved something more--a love that dared not speak its name, a connection that would set her free from this charade. And though her body lay spent and unfulfilled, her spirit burned with a hidden flame, waiting for the day when her true desires would be sated.

Sir Bryn, his breath still heavy with the remnants of their passionate encounter, gazed into Lady Valentina's eyes with a newfound vulnerability. "I fucking love your pussy. I love fucking your pussy. Fuck, I fucking love you" his voice trembling with sincerity. Oblivious to her disinterest and hidden desires, he poured out his heart, believing that their connection ran deeper than mere physical pleasure.

Lady Valentina, ever the skilled actress, met his declaration with a gentle smile, her eyes shimmering with apparent reciprocation. She caressed his cheek tenderly, indulging in the illusion of affection, the weight of secrecy shackled her desires, forcing her to dance along the edges of deception.

With a soft whisper, she assured "I love you too", weaving words that wove a tapestry of false promises. Her touch lingered upon his skin, her fingertips tracing patterns of false intimacy. In this moment, she understood the power of her allure, the ability to captivate even those who couldn't truly ignite her passions.

As they lay together, tangled in their web of fabricated devotion, Lady Valentina allowed herself to sink into the depths of this masquerade. For now, she would play the role of the lover, her body entwined with Sir Bryn's, fueling his delusion of a shared love. But behind her eyes, a flicker of longing remained--a yearning for the forbidden, aching for the day when her true desires could be embraced without fear.

A playful smirk tugged at the corners of Sir Bryn's lips. "And hear I thought you were allergic to cocks" he jokingly remarked on his perception of Lady Valentina's sexual preferences. He chuckled lightly, believing it to be nothing more than a harmless jest. Lady Valentina Joined in with an airy laugh, her response carefully calculated to maintain the illusion she had meticulously crafted.

With a coy smile, she brushed off his comment, "For a lady allergic to cocks, I sure have a lot of essence on my face".

Deep down, however, a seed of concern sprouted within her. How could he have suspected? Was her carefully maintained facade beginning to crumble? The weight of her secret pressed upon her, threatening to expose the truth hidden beneath her act.

But Lady Valentina was skilled in the art of deception, and she quickly suppressed her unease. She diverted his attention with a playful touch, allowing her fingertips to dance along his chest, distracting both herself and Sir Bryn from the underlying turmoil. She remained committed to the façade, determined to protect her hidden desires at any cost.

As their laughter faded into the intimate silence of the chamber, Lady Valentina couldn't help but wonder how long she could keep up this charade. Would her true self ever be revealed, or would she forever be confined to a life of secrecy and unfulfilled longing? Only time would tell, and until then, she would continue to weave her intricate tapestry of deceit, hoping against hope that her desires would find release in the arms of a woman who could truly set her spirit ablaze.

Sir Bryn, emboldened by his perceived connection with Lady Valentina, sought to seize the moment and engage in another round of passion. He leaned in, his desire evident in his eyes and the anticipation etched on his face. Oblivious to her inner turmoil, he yearned to taste the pleasure he believed they shared.

Lady Valentina, her heart heavy with the weight of her secret desires, hesitated for a brief moment. She understood the expectations placed upon her, the role she had crafted for herself. With a composed smile, she allowed him to caress her body once more, her movements graceful and seductive.

As their bodies intertwined once again, Lady Valentina's mind wandered, her thoughts drifting towards the forbidden desires that remained unfulfilled. She held back her true passion, masking it beneath the pretence of pleasurable moans and responsive gestures. Her body moved in sync with Sir Bryn's, her practised acts concealing the longing that surged within her.

In the throes of their coupling, Lady Valentina Couldn't help but wonder if this cycle would ever break, if she would ever find the courage to embrace her truth. But for now, she surrendered herself to the charade, engaging in this act of physical intimacy while her heart yearned for the touch of a woman--a touch that would truly ignite the flames of her deepest desires.

Suddenly, the chamber door smashed open.

Lady Valentina's heart skipped a beat as the unexpected intrusion shattered the fragile sanctuary of her chamber. A man, his presence an unwelcome disruption, stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes widening in shock at the sight before him. Caught in the midst of Sir Bryn's thrust, Lady Valentina's carefully constructed facade crumbled for a brief, agonising moment.

Her eyes darted towards the unlocked door, where a flicker of hope had resided--that perhaps Lady Sioned, who shared her chamber, would interrupt their encounter, providing her with an excuse to halt the charade. But reality had far surpassed her expectations, and her secret desires were suddenly laid bare before this intruder.

Sir Bryn, oblivious to the interruption, continued his motions, lost in his own world of pleasure. His face contorted in confusion as he followed Lady Valentina's gaze, only then realising the breach of privacy that had occurred. A mix of embarrassment and frustration washed over him, his body freezing in place.

Sir Bryn, his face flushed with embarrassment, instinctively covered himself as the man's presence lingered in the doorway. The intruder, regaining his composure, addressed Lady Valentina with a stern tone, revealing unexpected instructions that left her bewildered.

He informed her that she was to proceed to the Queen's bathing chambers and assist in her bathing and shaving--a task that traditionally fell under the purview of Lady Sioned. Lady Valentina's confusion deepened further as she tried to make sense of this sudden change in responsibilities, questioning why such duties were being thrust upon her, given her lack of experience in this particular realm.

The man made no effort to explain the reasoning behind this decision, leaving Lady Valentina feeling unsettled and uncertain. She pondered the implications of this unexpected assignment, wondering if it held any connection to her secret desires, or if it was merely a twist of fate designed to challenge her carefully constructed facade.

As the man retreated from the room, leaving Lady Valentina alone with her thoughts, she couldn't help but feel a mix of trepidation and curiosity. The prospect of entering the Queen's intimate space, tending to her needs in a manner so different from her usual duties, both intrigued and unnerved her. Uncertain of what awaited her in the Queen's chambers, Lady Valentina prepared herself for an encounter that had the potential to alter the course of her hidden desires and the delicate balance she had maintained thus far.

Sir Bryn, still recovering from the awkward intrusion and the subsequent shift in duties, turned to Lady Valentina with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. He asked if they should finish their interrupted encounter before she embarked on her new assignment. His desire for physical pleasure remained unabated, oblivious to the turmoil brewing within Lady Valentina.

Lady Valentina mustered a gentle smile and shook her head, feigning concern for the Queen's waiting. She assured Sir Bryn that tending to the Queen's needs took precedence. Deep down, her heart carved connection with a woman, not this ill-fitting union that left her spirit unsatisfied.

As she gently disengaged herself from his embrace, promising a rain check that she knew would never be fulfilled, Lady Valentina couldn't help but feel a sense of relief mingled with regret. The path ahead held uncertainties, but it also held the potential for her true desires to find expression, even if it meant navigating uncharted territory.

Sir Bryn, perplexed by the sudden change in responsibilities and Lady Valentina's uncertain response, pressed further, questioning why Lady Sioned wasn't fulfilling her usual duties. Lady Valentina, caught off guard, replied truthfully that she didn't know the reason behind Lady Sioned's absence, her voice tinged with genuine curiosity.

Before they could delve deeper into speculation, the abrupt entrance of Lady Sioned shattered the uneasy atmosphere. In a state of intoxication, she stumbled into the room, clutching her stomach as she retched, depositing her vomit onto the floor. The stench filled the air, mingling with the confusion and tension that already hung heavy in the chamber.

Lady Valentina watched in a mix of concern and disgust as Lady Sioned collapsed onto her own bed, curled up in a vulnerable position. The contrast between their roles couldn't have been starker--Lady Valentina maintaining her composure while harbouring hidden desires, and Lady Sioned succumbing to the depths of drunkenness and physical distress.

Sir Bryn, struck by the sight before him, seemed momentarily paralyzed, unsure of how to respond to this unexpected spectacle. The fragile illusion of passion and connection that had sustained their encounter shattered, replaced by the raw reality of Lady Sioned's vulnerability.

Sir Bryn, momentarily forgetting the discomfort and confusion that permeated the chamber, allowed a lewd comment to slip from his lips. "Lucky lady eh, get to see her majesty's tits her their full glory"

Lady Valentina, her patience wearing thin, mustered a strained smile, masking the rising frustration within her. She brushed off his comment with a dismissive wave, refusing to engage in such shallow banter. Deep down, however, she felt a pang of resentment at the notion that her worth was reduced to voyeuristic pleasure within Sir Bryn's mind.

Lady Valentina, sensing the need for a moment of respite from the chaotic scene in the chamber, gracefully excuses herself. With a composed yet determined expression, she walks out of the chambers, leaving behind the lingering remnants of discomfort and unease.

Once outside, Lady Valentina takes a deep breath, allowing the cool air to cleanse her mind and steady her emotions. She straightens her dress, smoothing out any creases, and takes a moment to gather herself. Her reflection in a nearby mirror catches her attention, revealing traces of essence on her face.

With deliberate movements, she reaches for a handkerchief and gently wipes her face, erasing any signs of her night with Sir Bryn that may have been evident.

Lady Valentina walks with purpose, her mind focused on the upcoming task of attending to the Queen in the bathing chambers. As she approaches her destination, she takes a moment to mentally rehearse the appropriate titles and honorifics that she must use when addressing the Queen.

Her lips move silently as she recites the phrases ingrained in her memory, ensuring that she neither misspeaks nor disrespects the Queen's position. From "Your Majesty" to "Your Grace," each title carries a weight of respect and deference, reminding Lady Valentina of the intricate protocol she must adhere to.

The importance of maintaining proper decorum is not lost on Lady Valentina. She understands that her every word and action within the Queen's presence can influence her own standing and the delicate balance of power among the courtiers. As she walks, her mind becomes a theatre of rehearsed phrases, an internal script guiding her through the intricacies of royal etiquette.

With each step, Lady Valentina grows more confident in her ability to fulfil this new role. She knows that the path ahead may be fraught with challenges, but she remains determined to navigate it with grace and poise. As she reaches the entrance to the Queen's bathing chambers, she takes a final breath, steadying herself for what lies beyond--a world where titles and facades intertwine, and where her true desires remain concealed beneath layers of duty and protocol.

Lady Valentina, her mind filled with rehearsed titles and a steadfast resolve, approaches the door to the Queen's bathing chambers. Taking a moment to compose herself, she raises her hand and knocks gently, announcing her presence.

"Enter!"