Queendom 05: Domestication

It wasn't easy handling the pressure of it all, and Bella found it irresistible to act a bit wild herself, to find levity whenever it presents itself. For instance, even right now she could have simply left the Queen well bound and immovable in some obscure Private Chamber, waiting for her Mistress. But instead Bellatrix put her in the Royal Chamber, with two vigilant guards guarding her room the whole time, while six additional guards patrolled around. Clanking their spears on the ground with each step, adding to the bound submissive's anxiety.

If that wasn't enough, she made the Queen hold her mouth open, with the tongue poking out. The cherry on top was the metal clamp, its teeth thankfully cushioned with leather, biting into her tongue. With a single white thread connecting it to a small table-top calling bell, placed a few feet above. This not only meant she had to keep her jaw stretched the entire time, enduring the irritation of saliva pooling within and dripping out the corners, but she had to keep her tongue stretched out and impossibly still. The slightest tension on the string would yank it, ringing the bell.

Which was bound to happen, it would be a super-human feet to endure the stillness for so long. The twist was that, Elanor had no idea the guards were instructed to not go in the room, no matter what they hear from inside. And like most experienced guards, they were all too used to the weird orders from the upper ranks, and knew it's in their best interest to not poke.

The calling bell, clamped on to her sweet pet's tongue, was one such spur of the moment thing, something Bella did for the levity. The thought of the Queen struggling to keep it still the whole time, and eventually losing into the fatigue every now and then. Scared to her core of the men hearing. Of what they might make of it, if they felt it necessary to inspect. Bella hadn't ignored the possibility. And even though she was well impressed by their training, it was entirely possible that after a few bell rings, one of them might slip up and decide to peek into the royal chamber. Curiosity is such an unquenchable thirst, after all.

Still, Bella wasn't worried. At worst, they'll find the masked bound girl inside, clearly put there by the Head of Households for good reason. No way they'd figure it's Elanor, and most guards were wise enough to stay clear of anything remotely fishy, especially within the Royal chamber. Still, the thought of Elanor's trepidation, her shame filled gaze, made her give a devilish grin. Bella never noticed it, but she had been smiling, giggling, and grinning an awful lot, the past two weeks. Especially ever since her talk with the Clergyman, when he told her, of the vast possibilities for the Queen, without ever risking her chastity. By the end of it however, her smiles were mostly from imagining that excruciating blush of absolute disgrace, on her Majesty's visage.

Nearing the guest quarters, Bella was oblivious to how upbeat she walked, humming all the while, one of the songs Elanor usually practiced to. She knocked on the third door from the left, and a young man in his late twenties opened the door. He looked quite surprised, though he welcomed her in with a formal smile. Bella said.

"Good evening Sir Ancelot. Myself Bellatrix, I believe I have an appointment with you." Bella returned the formal smile, but it was hard to conceal the confusion in her own face. A friend of the Clergyman, the one she had managed to slip into the Queen's guest list. The Chief Domestication Trainer of Aestrikus..! The man looked way inexperienced than she expected, and he was dressed for bed.

"I.. Umm... I believe there's been a mistake here." The young man looked weary and puzzled.

"I'm the friend of Ishikawa-san. I've been corresponding with you the past week. About the training regime.."

A familiar smile graced his face.

"Oh, you must be Lady Agrafena.! Forgive me, just a minute.. " He rushed back to find his satchel and produced a sealed letter to her at once.

Bella was utterly confused now. As she read the letter, the man explained.

"Lady Agrafena, I'm Ancelot the third. I believe you were expecting Sir Ancelot Senior, my father. I'm afraid he had to stay back. He's a close friend to King Proxus and was extremely disheartened by the news of the King's ill-health. He sends his apologies."

It almost felt like a crash, the way all the excitement and anticipation dissipated near instantly at the sudden realization. For a moment she thought she misheard, this surely couldn't be happening again. What? No, not now.. Not this, not another change, not again. This can't be.. Like that one time her prized horse injured its fetlock, right before the race. It wasn't even the winning or losing that hurt the most, but the sheer denial of a chance. Bella had always hated being blindsided, and this one in particular was disheartening, with all the work she had put in more than half a month. It was hard to contain the frustration building up, yet Bella somehow managed to reply.

"No worries. It's my mistake, too. I should have checked with him earlier this week. But, you know, how quickly we had to reschedule. No worries. Good night."

As she began to leave, the young man asked.

"If you don't mind. Is it regarding horse training? If so, I can take a look if you don't mind."

Do you even know who you are talking to, boy..?! As her eyes screamed back, her voice responded politely.

"Oh, no. I shouldn't trouble a young man like you. Especially so late in the night. Thanks for the offer anyway." She might have played it polite, but Bellatrix was fuming within. Why? Why is this happening to my plans?! She almost felt like screaming back to him, if I had to train the damn animals, I'd god-damn do it myself, you idiot..!!

"So not animal training." The young man interjected. "Domestication, huh? But I don't understand why you planned to come all the way to Aestrikus for it."

Bella walked out of his room, closing the door herself.

"Because I wanted the best in business. Your father came highly recommended. It's not like we have plenty available in Wolkenshire anymore.."

"Yes you do. You have the very best of them all!" He couldn't help but chuckle.

That was enough of an answer to pump up her hopes. Bella barged right back into the room.

"What do you mean?"

"The infamous Leash Master..!? I just talked to him downstairs.."

In the blink of an eye, Bella felt it in her heart, all the drained enthusiasm, the sheer unbridled zeal bubble right back up, almost doubling this time. She nearly hugged him in joy.

"Really.?! You mean.. he's here, in the building..?"

Bella's grin had a hint of twisted madness. She didn't know why fate seemed to be giving mixed signals all week. But this one right here, it was far too good to be true. Yet far too irresistible to not indulge. To see where it takes. It almost seemed like the Queen's unpredictability had started rubbing on to her. Collecting herself, Bella asked, with a much practiced formal smile.

"Sir Ancelot the second... Please do me a favor."

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Inside the Royal Chamber.

Elanor was having a hard time by now, trying to keep the tremors under control. The way her joints trembled from staying still for so long. In theory, all she had to do was kneel down on the floor until her Mistress returned. And initially it seemed nothing compared to the likes of which Bella had been putting her through the past month. But a combination of factors was throwing her off than usual. For one, Castle Cloveshire was not a somewhere she frequented, so it added to the unfamiliarity of it all. It didn't help that she could clearly hear the footsteps of the guards patrolling around, her core tightening, with the sounds on the floor, from them using spears as walking sticks.

It made her skin crawl when they stop and listen, every time she gave into the fatigue and dipped her head, her clamped tongue pulling the string, and ringing the table-top calling bell. The sound of which echoed in the room, contrasting with the quiet of the night. Even with her determination, she ended up ringing it four times in the last forty-five minutes. She had enough faith in Bella to be not worried of her own guards barging in to check the room. She surely must have instructed them to ignore the sounds from inside. That didn't prevent her from dreading over how she looked right now, if any of the guards gave into his curiosity. The way she presented herself did not suit any self-respecting woman, let alone a Queen.

Elanor remembered what Bella called her outfit for the task. The Bitch-suit!

She couldn't think of a better word that captured everything special about the outfit. At first glance, it comprised of a set of suspenders and sleeves. All her limbs were covered in a leather-like elastic sleeve, with a coating of dark blue-black velvet. The leggings ended right about an inch from her butt cheeks. It had extra padding at both the hands, and knees, designed to aid the wearer with comfortable, prolonged use. Both the arm-sleeves were connected through a strap on her back. The sleeves had no place for fingers, neither gloves at the end, nor holes. She had to keep her hands fisted going in, and the way the strings tightened around her wrists, they were effectively paws now, rendering the fingers useless.

The suspenders took it to another level. It had two thick armor-grade belts attached to each thigh. Once worn, her legs were bent at the knees, the shin squished against the under-thigh, and strapped tight and buckled by the belts. Essentially cutting down her hind-limbs to half its size. The padding on the knees were rigid and unusually tall, almost acting like heels for her knees. It helped match the length with her arms, crucial for balancing when one has to stay on all fours, for so long. All these multiple parts were anchored so neatly by the tight leather mini-corset on her midriff. A corset which left her both bosoms simply hanging free.

The overwhelming ridiculousness of the outfit, even with no one around to see, was only made bearable, thanks to her mask. It was a proper cowl mask, with unusually large eye-holes, two top openings for hair, and a buckle down the chin for added tightness. Its material was elastic, hugging her face like a second skin, and it matched the rest of the ensemble with its blue-black velvet exterior. Her lush long hair was braided into two high pig-tails, so that it'd pass easily through the top holes in the mask. The strain of it all started getting to her around the twenty minutes mark, and by now her torso continually squirmed to ease the stress on her muscles. Elanor couldn't believe how glad it felt, to finally hear the locks on her door turn.

It's Mistress, she's here..!

The guards immediately bowed down as Bellatrix walked in, opening the lock and entering the room, leaving the door slightly open. Had any of them bothered to take a quick peek, surely they'd have seen the black velvety shadowy figure kneeling on all fours on the granite floor, with it's bare ass facing their way. And they'd have spent the rest of the night wondering what they had witnessed. Bella knew these guards pretty well by then, especially their basic psychology. They were trained by then, to know what's worth meddling, and what's not. Understanding when to keep their mouth shut, and where to turn a blind eye. And they did not just respect the ranks, but outright feared it. And nothing good can come from displeasing the Head of Households, that much was clear to Bella.

She was under no misconceptions, they weren't afraid of the person, as in Bella herself. It's something that came with the title, a level of reverence and obedience. Bella was coming straight from the royal kitchen, her Majesty's dinner, the steaming slimy soup, safe in a bucket in her left hand. She walked towards the other end, not minding the kneeling figure, towards the mantelpiece, where she had placed her satchel. She put the bucket down, took out a file from the satchel, and started going through. It had a multi-page official registration form. Its title read,

Supreme Board of Domestication: Wolkenshire Division-

Registration Form for Category: Quadruped.

Bellatrix couldn't help but smile at her pure luck. It was while going over the employee records in the archives, as instructed by Ishikawa-san, that Bella finally struck gold. She found a folder of mostly redacted files, undoubtedly belonging to the infamous Leash Master. Like many other posts with questionable morals, the Domestication Trainer wasn't an actual post. But an unofficial title given to the officer who had to do the deed, at the end of the day. And as the clergyman had explained, the only reason 'Leash Master' became such a known entity, was not only because he excelled with his results, but he seemed to genuinely find pleasure in the process itself.

Though all records had been scrubbed of his name, after going through enough files, his signature and seal was something Bella could easily recognize. And this sudden find, this folder of documents, gave enough information about what to expect in a usual training programme, even with all the names and details redacted. But that wasn't what made Bella smile at present, back in the Royal Chamber of Cloveshire. In her hands was an original fresh Domestication Registration form, signed and sealed by the Leash Master himself.

She didn't know why he had kept a bunch of blank forms, signed and ready to be filled. Maybe that was standard operating procedure when he had retired five years back. Anyway an original signed registration form, which she could fill out as she saw fit, helped fortify her plan greatly. For what she was about to do was truly outrageous, even compared to the tasks she'd pulled off so far. And it was truly odd that instead of the understandable panic, what all she felt was a rush of excitement. Of wanting to see it to fruition.

She gave the form a quick glance.

Name: BLANK

Age: BLANK

Domestication Identification Number: XIVLNR0601

Nature of Offense: BLANK

Guardian: BLANK

Quadrupedic Type: BLANK

Period of Servitude: BLANK

'This is pretty detailed and sophisticated. Would take a while to fill.'. She flipped on to the next page, with more things to be filled. Thankfully, it next page said To Be Filled By Authorized Personnel Only. All she could say was, Thank you!

Bella started quickly filling out the form, still not sure what name to register under. Suddenly there was a loud bell, ringing from behind. Oh, God!! That's much louder than I'd expected. It was a testament to their training was how the guards fought the reflex to turn around and look, in the direction of the bell.

Oh, Queenie..! So soon..?

Turning around, what awaited her was the bare rear of the true ruling monarch of Wolkenshire. Her fleshy bouncy round cheeks, which had grown considerably over the past one month. Facing her mere employer and true Mistress within the confines of her chamber, as the Queen waited on all fours, her limbs shaking with fatigue already. But all Bella saw was her irresponsible submissive Demura, who failed to do the one thing expected of her. To make sure that her Mistress shouldn't have to reschedule her plans.

Bella should be thinking of a lot of things. Of how to ensure the task goes smoothly.? Of how to fill out the rest of the questionnaire. Of what should the Queen's Domestication Name even be..? But all she could think of was how full the ass looked, hanging right before her.! And how supremely satisfying it'd feel to let it out on that rear, with her old riding crop, teaching the harlot to never make such a mess ever again.!

Control yourself Bella..! What's gotten into you today?!

She walked around the kneeling Queen, examining how well she looked, bound in that special gift from the devious Clergyman. It almost looked tailored for the Queen, like a cross between a fancy corset and a leather armor. Well, calling it a dress is being charitable. Bella remembered what Ishikawa-san gleeful called it. The Bitch suit!

Bellatrix sat down, facing the Queen, her sweet-sub Demura, now. While her fingers adjusted the bell, putting an end to its ringing, she asked, without freeing the tongue.

"Is it your legs? Is it hurting?"

The Queen nodded ever-so-slightly, careful not to sound the bell again.

"Come on, it can't be that bad. The knee pads are extra cushioned, I checked it myself earlier today. Now, I understand the binding against your calves can be straining over time. But I'm afraid that's something you'll have to get used to. Anything else?"

Elanor wagged her behind in desperation, almost playing into the whole pet-theme subconsciously. Her eyes now pleaded like only a true Princess could. Bella replied.

"Okay. I get it, you must be starving, It's alright, I got your favorite soup right here. Happy?"

Bella brought the bucket closer, and dragged a rather large dog-bowl from underneath the bed. The relief in Elanor's eyes was quite evident, she had been feeling hunger pangs for a while now. But her gaze remained fixed at her Mistress, like she had more questions.

"Okay what..?" Bella removed the clamp from her tongue, the Queen now closing her mouth, clearing it of all the saliva, and rubbing her chin against her shoulder blade. Must have been quite a torture. All those streams of spit, continuously dripping along one's chin. Bella smirked.

"Did anyone find out? Was it all okay, with Gertha.?"

Elanor knew the secrecy of whatever Bella had planned depended on convincing the world, her own men, that the Queen was nowhere near the Castle that night. Her only issue was Gertha. The woman was a good impersonator, and mimicked the Queen's behavior quite well. A crucial part of her job, as the Royal body-double. But she had gotten pretty curvy post-partum, and Elanor still retained her only for sentimental reasons.

Bella replied.

"Gertha was great! Well, after an hour of squeezing her into that tight corset, and about three layers of make-up, she looked as close to you than anyone can reasonably expect. No reason to stay concerned."

There was a moment of silence, as Elanor thought about the right way to phrase her next question, without annoying her Mistress. Bella spared her the trouble.

"I suppose you expect some explanation for all this." Bella relaxed, got up and grabbed the soup bucket.

"I understand that Mistress is angry at me, and rightfully so. I'm ready to take any punishment you see fit. All I ask is that to spare me some information, on what is expected of me tonight. What is the task going to be?"

"I see.. After all this time, you still find it difficult to trust me.? Well, I don't blame you because, I don't trust you either. Not after your recent antics, of almost messing up my work. Of two whole weeks. And you are well aware.. I don't have to tell you anything, but command. By the royal contract you signed, you are obligated to carry out my wish. Still, this is the most unusual of the tasks so far.. And I don't want you to be blindsided by it."

As she filled the dog-bowl with the warm soup, she gave the Queen a brief idea of what to expect. Including the history of Domestication within Wolkenshire, so she'd feel at ease knowing this isn't unprecedented. Unlike their outings so far, Elanor had questions, lots of them. But something about Bella's tone told her, she wouldn't be getting any proper answers. Was she still mad about the whole re-scheduling? For God-sake, it's not like I made it happen!

Once the bowl was filled to the brink, Bella unclasped the Queen's mask at the chin. Thanks to the elastic material, it quickly scrunched up into a roll, wrapped around her high pig-tails. Although nothing covered her face anymore, it wasn't like there were people watching. Besides, after close to an hour, Elanor was relieved to feel the fresh air against her face. She leaned into the bowl, and started slurping the soup in short, shy licks. This went against everything she practiced her whole life. Against all the princely conduct, and royal etiquette. This is literally how animals eat.!