Queendom 01: Dilemma

Elanor faked annoyance by how he slipped his finger undetected, with all the talks. Keeping in character she pushed him aside. "Some King! Can't read a woman's needs, and yet.."

"What, you don't like our traditions?! Huh, may be you should've married a Calthean. You know how they roll? Once betrothed, the Calthean prince can consummate at any time of his choosing, even before marriage. If he didn't like the taste of it, he may relegate the would be Queen to a mere courtesan, or even call of the whole thing. You have any idea what all the betrothed is expected to perform, for him and his friends, so he wouldn't go down that road. May be you will like? An audience always got you hot!"

"Audience gets me hot, because I know who I'm performing for. Audience gets me hot, because it keeps the soldier standing" Elanor looked into his eyes, her fingers gripping his erection under robes. "But what can I do.? Traditions!" A gentle squeeze and the King backed of laughing, clearly enjoying the sting.

"Still rules are rules. You knew the rules. You agreed to it. You vowed to its agreement, to the whole Kingdom watching."

"No I didn't. May be our parents did when they proposed our union, may be our subjects did dancing all out on the wedding night. Maybe even you did, which I doubt. I didn't agree to any of this. I remember when our eyes met, and I remember being in love. Having loved you and you only, always. That's all I remember." Overwhelmed with blush, Elanor rolled back to his waiting arms as their lips met again.

As Bard stopped the kiss again, Elanor said, "What, it only mentions consummation. This is just kissing."

"You know how you escalate. Remember Bridgeton. And the five times before that. Close calls Nora! I want this done right, with all the blessings possible. I'd wait to the world's end to cherish you to the fullest."

He continued as their eyes locked, "What, you think this is easy for me. You are not an easy resist my beloved. You get men hard, and that's from across the yard, in all your clothes. You think you'd fare better if in my place. I bet you'd wet yourself from just looking at your reflection for a minute or less."

"Is that a challenge?!" The Queen rolled out to a stance, toying with her man. "I have more self control. How do you want my reflection to be, like this?" Elanor posed like they did for one of her portraits, to an amused King. "How about this?" With a single pull, Elanor undid the knots of her garb, it falling free to a pile.

Bard's grin widened, and Elanor responded in kind. "How about a real challenge. I mean I'm irresistible topless. I'm well aware. Still, what if I'm all but bare." She slipped off her bottoms as well. Naked as the day born. Bard was surprised, but not really. This wasn't her first time skipping the underclothes. An unsuspecting servant noticing her erect nipple impression was one of those simple joys of their life of sexual constraints. Her bush had grown significantly thick.

"Now where would you want my reflection to be? Against the window pane? Maybe one of your lucky guards downstairs could get a peek. Wait, what if he mistakes me for a chambermaid.. Wait." Elanor had been swept up in the fantasy, and she walked around naked looking for a prop. Bard simply leaned over the bed watching the show, as Elanor knowingly turned three sixty, and bend over to pick up her royal mantle from the floor.

It was a long and thick deep red textile, to be tied around at the neck. When worn, it draped the body like a cowl, and sweeping the floor for considerable length as she walked. Even amongst royalty, it wasn't an easy look to carry. And Elanor knew how to carry it with grace. She secured it at her neck, picked up her old tiara from the drawer, and turned to pose of her love.

Her hands raised to place the tiara on her head, and returned to her hips, as she posed proudly displaying her youthful assets to her man's viewing pleasure. From her chilled nipples Bard knew, it wouldn't take much now, to get her wet.

"How about this pose? Do you prefer the window pane still, or the newly arrived mirrored cabinet will do?" Elanor didn't realize, but she just gave an idea to Bard, a memory they'll surely cherish for all their lives.

Bard jumped off the bed with a newfound enthusiasm, elating his Queen.

"Mirror will do dear. But I believe we can do a better pose."

Elanor realized the spark in his eyes, they had the most fun adventures followed b such sparks.

Bard guided her towards the mirror, and she couldn't help but be coy upon facing her naked reflection. "How about you stand with your arms like this." She felt his raging erection pressed against her curves. "No, I think you'd look better if seated. Now where would you sit. Wow, look at that."

Elanor was surprised as the King opened the mirror door of the cabinet, to find an unusual looking seat within. It had various hooks attached to its wooden side walls, and even some leather straps. It almost looked like a torture device to restrain suspects. Not something one would expect in a King's chamber.

"Now that looks like a real challenge. What is that?" Elanor was genuinely curious.

"Play along, and you'll get to know."

Elanor smiled stupidly like a child as Barthomius helped her into the seat. She soon realized that the straps attached to the walls were in fact restraints. And though a bit apprehensive, she didn't protest as he tied both her arms and legs to the cabinet. The extension of her royal mantle was rolled up and placed on her lap, which helped cover her shame. Now she sat there, with both her feet secured to the floor boards spread out wide, and her arms bound to the back wall. Bard took a step back to admire his work so far, and stepped in to pull out a strap behind the seat's head-rest. He used it to secure her neck to the chair, such that it is not possible to turn her head, or not face what's before.

"Something feels off yet.. Huh, that's it." Bard leaned in again and pulled the royal mantle off her lap. Elanor felt a jolt shoot up her spine as her pussy suddenly was out in the open. The Queen was used to occasional accidental flashing, but with her limbs bound, this one felt different. Like she was at the mercy of someone else. It surprised her that it'd be such a turn on.

"Hmm.. What is a torture chair doing in our bedroom?"

"Well it isn't a torture chair. It is a practice chair for the royal princes to practice facing interrogation, and also to learn how to escape such situations. Well, at least it used to be, until I found a better use by re-purposing it. I felt this would come handy on the difficult nights you'd need taming."

Elanor kept staring at her husband quizzically. She wasn't buying it. Bard sensed her reaction, and pushed ahead.

"It's not like you can't escape the lock. It's just nailed to the wood, so it'll probably come off if you pull it hard enough. Care to try..?"

Elanor knew not to trust him at such games. Yet curiosity got the better of her and she pulled her left arm. Suddenly a bell rang, the same kind they used to ring to call servants. Elanor's eyes widened as the grin returned to Bard's face.

"Now you'll have ten seconds before the help comes in. After all you just called them. So I suggest you keep your mouth shut as I deal with it. We wouldn't want our servant's finding you nude now would we."

She just joined him in laughter, he couldn't be serious, right.

"I can leave the door open if you'd like. But this is happening princess."

'Oh, he called me Princess. He isn't joking.' Elanor realized, and mouthed to him, "Close the door. Close. The. Door."

Bard had an astute situational awareness, he could hear the faint footsteps of the approaching staff. He closed the glass door just before they both heard the call from their doorstep.

"May I come in Your Highness."

Barthomius smiled at his reflection. And to her trepidation, Elanor realized the door wasn't just a mirror, but a one-way mirror. The King relaxed into his bed as the chambermaid walked in. Elanor closed her eyes on instinct, as if they could see her well and clear.

"How may I be off aid, my King."

"Have you had time to check on my dear friend, Prince Gaskier, staying over for the weekend?"

"Yes my King. He seemed very much pleased with the arrangement."

"Do I know you from before, Fort Wilberg?"

"The King is correct. I used to manage royal parties at the fort."

"Oh, I remember those. Wonderful memories. Well, I'm glad the royal parties will now be in good hands."

"I'm the Head Maid here, at the Summer Castle. But it'll be my honor to manage parties at your behest, my King. "

"Goodness. Now Gaskier.! Well, he's quite the ladies man. I hope he hadn't troubled you girls enough."

"Nothing we chambermaids can't handle Your Highness."

Elanor opened her eyes, yet couldn't figure out how to feel about the situation. She was there right next to her marital bed, bared naked and spread wide for all to see, and her husband and the help are having a small talk. In some ways it felt more than being naked. It felt like an ancient shaming ritual. You are stripped naked, and yet people act as if you don't even deserve the attention they throw at a street walker. Its not just the nudity, but the knowledge that any muscle twitch from her body could trigger the bell ring once more. The way the situation made her consciously maintain a slow breathing even, that level of self-restriction, that fueled the confusion.

The Queen couldn't help but size up Tabitha, the unwelcome head maid. Luckily it wasn't one of their young boy attendees, such a sight would stop their hearts. This is a middle aged maid, settled and used to being menial. Then again such are the type that thrives on gossip. No that bell shall not ring again. She can't afford to live in gossips so horrid they'd become a rite of passage.

Speaking of the unhelpful; the way they acted, it's almost as if Elanor didn't exist. Well in fairness, at least to the chambermaid she didn't. Apart from a snickering glance, Bard made no other signs that validated her current predicament. She had met Prince Gaskier today with her husband for lunch. He had behaved with utmost respect even to the staff. And particularly no ladies man vibes. Was she too naive for her own good? The freedom that let her dwell in such thoughts took a beating, as Elanor noticed her husbands glance shift again. As she saw his grin grow, he asked the maid, "I can't seem to find my quill. Is it by the desk there?"

'Where is he going with this? No, bard no.' Elanor visibly turned pale by the second as the maid replied, "No, my King."

"Oh I remember now. It's the Queen, she put it in the cabinet. Why don't you fetch it for me."

"Sure my King." As the maid closed the distance, Elanor froze in dread. 'This is what history will remember her for. The pervert Queen who forced her King to keep her locked and naked in furniture. Soon four or more servants will come up with their own versions of the same stories, about how the bedroom kinks of the new royal couple found a new low. Oh God, please no. Stop the clock. Stop it now!'

Elanor almost triggered another bell squirming as she heard her husband's voice.

"It's okay maid. The quill was next to bed. Right here all along."

The maid froze with her handle on the cabinet door knob, halfway pulled. An unmistakable smile graced her face, as her look shifted to not where her reflection should be, on the mirror. But where Elanor's head is, has she been looking at the Queen. For the first time Elanor see the sense of power bleed into a peasant's face, almost as if she's smirking at the Queen's plight, looking right at her and saying, "This isn't my first time playing this game dear." Elanor remembered how the chambermaids talked. She realized this could be not the only time Bard played a similar similar trick on on of his lovers and his maids. May be it was a staple trick of foreplay for Wolkenshire royalty. How they broke their girls. And with that knowing smile, the chambermaid bowed to her King, and left the room in silence.

This was far from comfort for Elanor. It took a moment for her to recuperate her senses. She had not realized how hot and humid it got in there all of a sudden. She felt sweat drip down her back as well. It took a moment for her to recuperate her senses. When she could focus her gaze, she saw Bard writing some thing on the paper. He said out loud.

"Now in a moment I'm going to check if you are still in the game, or wet and dripping already. But I expect you to stay silent till I permit you to speak. Any sound out of your mouth, I'll take it that you had enough fun. Or worse, that it was too much of a challenge for my princess to handle. What would Papa think of her then?!" He chuckled as he tossed the note on to their bed.

Then Bard heard an unmistakable tapping sound coming from the cabinet, her fingers knocking the back panel gently. "Hmm..Well played, not a sound from your mouth. I'm letting that pass, and open the door now. Which you want to, right?" Elanor now annoyed, knocked to confirm. And finally the door opened.

Barthomius did not meet her furious eyes, so he couldn't gauge how much of it was fake. He surely smelled her sweat, as the closed furniture was wafting with it. His fingers went straight for her clit, and Elanor felt herself sink as he toyed with it a bit.

"Hmm.. Not wet enough. Sure leaked a lot if I count sweating, but let's play this game fair. Let's increase the stakes. What?" The King looked confused as his wife's eyes pointed at the restraints.

"Oh, the cuffs. Can't help even if I wanted to. See unlike the shackles to your hands and foot, this one right here, the steel cuff to your neck. Its attached to the metal chassis of the furniture. And it's a time lock, set to open in roughly forty five minutes. And the lock resets every time you open the door. Now remember I'd have explained it all, but you insisted I open the door, so the next thirty minutes is on you."

As Elanor's jaw dropped aghast, Bard pulled a rope from one edge of the chair and made her bite into it. "Now hold this, because if you drop this rope, the big bell is going to ring and the guards will come rushing in. There's an incentive to keep on hole closed." He pulled a lever and a small ventilation window opened up on the cabinet ceiling. "This is so you wouldn't suffocate. And also the opening is angled and mirrored such that the light bounces off within the cabinet, so you'll stay naked and well lit, in case anyone opens the door. I'll be go check on Gaskier but will surely be back before long." Elanor's brow frowned in anger, 'He's leaving me here tied?!'

"Now stay strong when I'm gone, seriously. Even if your body gives in don't think if the guards come in they'll help you. Surely they may try, but that neck cuff is a lot stronger. And all you are going to accomplish is another forty five minutes of the same, now in the presence of royals guards and the help. That'd be one hell of a party story to gift them. And yes, no movements. The fun of the game is the element of chance. If you ring at least once, or better even if you did perfectly well. If an over-professional staff decides clean the room again, they'll come across the note I left on the bed. It says 'keep the blankets folded within the cabinet.' So smile if they do. Because if it's fated that you are to let the help 'help' themselves.. Then this would be the day. Good luck."

He stopped a moment to her pleading eyes. "Okay, I'll throw in a bone. I'll pull down the mirror curtains, so you wouldn't have to keep watching outside. Ignorance is a bliss they say." Elanor almost opened her mouth in protest, but clung on to the rope at the last moment. The door clicked shut and she saw Bard's grin as he pulled the thread, and the curtains fell.

Now she had heard enough about secret royal orgies from her sister Vera, and how the help can't wait to serve at their first time. But soon the enthusiasm will dry up for the servant class. Because as the royals exchanged their spouses and missuses, the staff are expected to simply stand and serve drinks. Contrary to the initial superiority that comes with being the only clothes one in the room, they will slowly realize they are worth to the royals less than the whores they picked up a minute ago. Like a sub-human, not even worth their carnality. Then Elanor realized that wouldn't be the case if an unsuspecting chambermaid walked in and saw her now. They would rightfully feel superior, for it was their Queen who acted in perverse ways, suiting a sub-human. Will they run in to help her shame, or call in all the staff to laugh at her predicament?

She realized how the light reflecting over from the ventilation changed the whole ambience. If the two way mirror was plain glass, she sure looked like a lit up carnival display doll box now. The mirror curtains didn't help much either, for they were of semi transparent flimsy fabric, and the visibility was clear as day till three feet distance. And why would a cabinet mirror have curtains, it didn't make any sense. The more she thought about, the more it felt like this was a custom-made cabinet, made specifically to aid in her humiliation.

And off he goes to chat with Gaskier. Well actually Gaskier being here was a good thing. Elanor knew how far back they go, and how much that friendship, that brotherhood meant to each other. The only thing that made her cold feet on meeting Gaskier was that, she knew they had fought together at the war fronts. And one thing these warriors do living under constant threat of death is that, they share their mead liberally, and tales of their sexual escapades in equal amounts. Without missing a beat, and leaving any spice. Of course there were the loudmouths and exaggerators, but the thing about battle hardened men is that, they could sense the truth in the voice. And the generals, Barons, Princes and even Kings at war times, dispersed of all modicum of decency in speech, once the mead starts flowing. Intoxicated men shamelessly, and often proudly shared, whose wife could throat the best, whose niece likes better with another girl involved, and whose aunts likes to rip one whilst coitus. On the night Bard explained the military brutes' party behavior, Elanor couldn't help but laugh through all her wine, asking him for more steamy details. As the intoxication weaned off, she realized Bard had clearly discussed their escapades with the rest as well. But the way the men, especially Gaskier treated her at lunch earlier, left no such doubts in her. Then again she clearly didn't know he was a womanizer ten minutes ago.

These thoughts thankfully kept Elanor occupied and still. She remembered Bard mentioning both him and Gaskier had eyes on her in the party where she met Bard and fell for him. That maybe, if she had met Gaskier first, they'd be breeding now as his Kingdom didn't have such strict customs. It was surprising how quickly people can get used to their predicament, and move on with their thoughts as if nothing had changed. Here luckily, left alone to her thoughts, Elanor didn't realize forty minutes fly by until she heard the loud laughter getting nearer.

Well if he's back he probably timed it well, so it'll be forty five minutes now, the lock will open at any second, even if she rush her way through all other ties, she might still make it to her clothes on time, before the guards or servants arrive. The bell will be rung either way, there's no getting around it on her own. And she was done failing for the day. She needed a win.

At that moment Elanor heard her neck cuff release. Now is the time, she prepared herself to make a run. Luckily she didn't, as she noticed two shadows right outside her chamber doors. As one stood there chatting with probably the guard outside, the other barged in to the room freely. Elanor could only see them as shadows, due to the mirror curtain. From the gait alone, he didn't look anything like Bard. 'This is bad!' Elanor felt the knot in her stomach tighten.