Queendom 05: Domestication

Then again, that was the point. The Queen realized as the healthy soup started feeling like the best meal she had ever tasted. Elanor was slowly letting go of the manners, and licking down more and more frequently. Yet she managed to keep it all look surprisingly civil, all things considered, with not a drop spilling over to the beautiful Calthean carpet below.

"You're a pet now, Queenie. Act the part, dive into it. Who cares if you look funny or ridiculous, even disgusting, doing it. I must warn you, these half-assed efforts won't help you with an actual Domestication trainer.."

Elanor didn't care that much. Noticing her disregard, Bella continued, determined to push her buttons.

"Since we are talking, harlot. What would you name, if you were to have a pet?" Bella couldn't hide the smirk as she asked.

Nor could Elanor, her immediate displeasure. This whole theme was something she hoped to avoid, typical of someone who never got comfortable with the idea of a personal pet. The reason she opted to sleep in the dog-pen every night, was her simply taking the better of two bad choices. And not her warming up to the idea of pets. She had hoped it was going to be just the ridiculous costume, but the unusually large dog-bowl in front, if anything, was a sign of what's to come.

The way her eyes stared back in protest only fueled Bella.

"So not a big fan of pet names..? Noted. I'll manage on my own."

She said, stirring the bucket with a wooden spoon, and re-filling the bowl with more warm soup. Making sure it splashed on to her Majesty's hanging breasts, making her wiggle in disgust.

How dare you stare me down, you ungrateful bitch.?! The lines of deference were blurring fast between the Princess and her Mistress, as well as the Queen and her employee. They both were over-worked and under enough pressure to let these little slip-ups in conduct go unnoticed. But their ego remembered it all. Especially Bellatrix.

She almost felt like the Queen had been taking her commitment for granted recently, particularly this week's fiasco. And the way her eyes burned at the mere mention of a pet-name.. For sure it wasn't the obedient submissive staring back at her Mistress in an occasional outburst. It was exactly how one bratty Princess who spend her entire life in the paradise of entitlement would look down upon a mere maid.

All she could think, while her Queen licked the edges of the bowl, was how her right palm itched to grip her riding crop now. She wanted to teach this haughty Princess the prize of disrespecting her Mistress. Hell, I could do it with my bare backhand. I mean, look at her skin glow, like marble in moonlight.! Especially with that thin coat of sweat. And the way her cheeks jiggle slightly. The fat's surely getting an even distribution, the Queen had gotten pretty voluptuous. Even her face, though not significantly. Still, those cheeks look a lot cheekier than four weeks ago. And this itch in my right palm. To just slap it. And slap it well. Back and forth, again and again, not till it's purple. But about to verge on.. Like an imposed blush, you know. Crimson cheeks.

Wait.. Am I thinking too dark..?

Right then, there was a knock at the door. Elanor stopped frozen, her eyes trembling with fear. Bella couldn't help but enjoy how beautiful she looked, the way her lips quivered, her spine shaking in terror, yet her tongue licking her chin clean, making sure she looked regal, even when horror-stricken. The Queen knew by now, from Bella's reaction, this was her plan.

This was all her plan. The guard outside announced.

"Lady Agrafena..! Here's a visitor asking for an audience.."

"Let him in..!" Bellatrix yelled back, cutting him off.

And then she heard it, the two doors swinging open. From the sudden breeze that hit her behind, Elanor knew, the doors were completely open, and it stayed that way. Meaning either of the guards, who dared to peek, might get more than a glimpse of their Ruling Monarch's shame.

In all its clean-shaven, naked glory!

But forget the guards, face the elephant in the room, Noraa..!

Who could it be that just walked into the Royal Chamber in the middle of the night? Who could it be, that Bella felt so comfortable to confide in their activities even..? Was it really some Domestication trainer, or someone who they already knew? Wait a minute. It's that damn priest, right?

That demented Clergyman, with his lecherous fingertips..! God, could it really be Ishikawa. It fits, I'm already restrained, right by his playbook. Bella even alluded to him giving her the outfit. But how could she..? I had specifically requested to keep him away. Hell, I even slept in that tiny dog-pen, cuddling against the sweat of my guards for weeks, just so I could avoid his grasps in my dreams even. Nightmares, I'd say. The things he made me do, in the off chance I slipped up. It isn't like the absurdity of blaming him, for molesting her in her dreams, was oblivious to her. But in those few hours, the impact he had left on her skin and soul, was so great that her loins soiled at the mere thought sometimes.

It's been over a month, and yet.. Please god, not him. Not again..

As she heard the uniquely weighed, measured footsteps approaching from behind, it less and less seemed like the Clergyman. This was someone bigger, and much, much taller. And there was something slightly off about the way he stepped. Well, if not Ishikawa, then who could it be..? Bella had been on it for weeks, so someone new.? An Aestrikan.?! Seriously Bella, did you select one of the foreign delegates for a Diplomatic Meet, solely for the purpose of.. That's too wild. And clever.. And so you.. God, I want to be angry, but yet.. Wait, who from the delegation..? All of them knows me personally now, they know my face. My voice.. What if they recognize my voice.. Or my..

Oh no! My face.

As the Queen pieced together her predicament, Bella leaned in and whispered.

"By the way Queenie, you aren't masked no more.. So. You know what to do."

Elanor made a desperate attempt, balancing on three limbs while trying to pull down the scrunched up mask with her right hand. Only to realize how absolutely useless her paws were, with all her fingers fisted, tightly bound, and covered in leather.

With quite an audible snicker, Bellatrix stood up, and greeted the stranger.

"Greetings, Leash Master..! You think you could break her in.?!"

"Well..." The stranger said, as his left hand swung, his grip tightening around the riding crop.

Elanor felt him standing right behind, his imposing shadow upon her. His voice sounded strangely authoritative. It's almost like hearing one's close friend's father the very first time. Like how clearly similar they both talked, their pronunciations, modulations, personal ticks, and even the vocabulary. Yet how distinctly commanding, judging and paternal he can sound. Like a voice you knew, in a shade you never expected it to belong in.

And there was his presence..! His unbelievably alpha vibe, that she could simply feel buzzing against her skin. Elanor didn't notice, but her body had already recognized the one in charge. Bella saw it, like always. Her Queen's spine arching gently, her arms tightening to maintain balance, while her both knees slid apart, on its own. Presenting her rear, her nether, to do as he desired. This was no Ishikawa. But he felt very much alike. Except, the creepy. This man was a true alpha. He doesn't need to be creepy. It didn't suit him, nor was it in his nature. The Queen didn't realize all this, but her body did. Why else would her rear cheeks anticipate, so correctly, what is to happen the very next moment.

WHACK..!!

Elanor felt a sharp pain on her right buttocks, almost burning into her skin. She wanted to scream out loud, but she didn't want to lose face in front of this strange man, in their first meeting. Not that her face was any closer to his vicinity. Nor did she want him, and the guards, recognizing her from the voice. Not that they ever heard a Queen cry before. But something had to give, such intense was the pain on her rear. So the Queen dived right into the bowl before, immersing half her face, till her nose bridge, and screaming into it.

Wow! That strong a sting, huh?!

Bella watched it, impressed, the way the scream made the soup bubble up violently, and spill over. This is the first time her witnessing the Queen not in control of the etiquette. And it felt a lot more rewarding, than she ever expected. Still, Elanor managed to keep composed and continue slurping in the soup, trying to not spill anymore. Even if she looked ridiculous, with half her face coated in slime, thick gobs dripping along her chin.

"She's good.! Submissive by nature, yet strong-willed enough to push through."

The man spoke now, with an indifferent tone of a veteran. "Lady Agrafena, if you don't mind me saying. The outfit is perfect for training, but I hope you have multiple ones. These will get worn out quite fast. Else, I suggest we go full rope gear. There'll be a few burns, but that only adds to the charm of the pet."

"Oh, no rope burns, I'm afraid. Costume won't be an issue, you can wear them off as you please."

"As you wish. Also, even though you're doing a commendable job, this is clearly your first time managing a leashed. I can train the pet, but there are certain things you must do, at your end. Unless you want her to start thinking she's a person again."

Bella.. What's he blabbering about..?! Elanor listened worried, her head still cowering. As Bella nodded, the man continued.

"Your tone and command is good. But I believe you are using too much of carrots and sticks. Carrots and sticks are for training animals. These are sub-humans. They require something harsher. Your pet should always expect a whip on her behind."

Saying which, he raised his arm again. Elanor feeling the motion, and the gust of his whip-head right on the same spot. Her ass clenched in anticipation, her neck cowering, waiting for the inevitable. But it never came. And it felt good, like a sudden tingle upon her right bum instead. Like someone just blew a kiss around the spot. He continued.

"And knowing it never came, should in itself be sufficient reward for her. The absence of pain, you must reduce the carrot to it. And not some celebratory reward. Now, about your conduct, Lady Agrafena. Never kneel beside the pet. It reduces your status in her eyes. Please sit atop the bed right next. Her face should always be levelled to your knees, in normal scenarios."

Bella could only smile.

This, right before, was a true Master.! Someone unlike Ishikawa, whose perversion would eventually override his reason, she felt. This is a man I can trust my Queen with. As she sat back on the bed, her legs crossed regally, the left heel inches away from her Majesty's slurping face, Bella spoke.

"That's a great input Leash Master. Now, about the pet. I find her resisting, quite uncharacteristically, now and then. It's not even proportional to what I ask of her, almost irrational at times. Scoffing at the simpler things. It's how she stares back, you see. And even now, look, she fights to keep it all clean and tidy around the bowl. Like she's dining with the royals or something. It's like she refuses to act the bitch. I find it odd, especially when you, with all your experience, said at first glance. That she's submissive. By nature."

"Oh, I meant it. She's definitely tilted submissive. Though I'm sure she has a dominant streak screaming to get out in there. Think of it this way. We are partly dominant, and partly submissive. By nature. Only its ratio varies. For instance, have you ever been in a town hall meeting. You know when the debate gets heated, the occasional young blood would stand right up, and shout down his opinions. At that time, most of the people would turn attentive... Vigilant. There's always a bunch, who'd instantly cower down, even take a step back. And of course, the brave few will get absolutely defensive, and shout right back, not waiting a second. "

While he spoke, he had extended his arm, the very tip of his riding crop tracing along the Queen's spine. The way her body shuddered was a source of joy for Bellatrix. As she continued to listen, her smile was totally oblivious to her. Had she seen a reflection, it'd have almost looked unnatural. Bellatrix was a stoic at heart. She never smiled, not like this. The Leash Master went on.

"Everyone is a dominant until the lighting strikes. And then we see them all, looking up in fear, trembling, if not cowering by the corner. When nature exerts its dominance, all else will submit, by own volition. Look at your pet now. How stretched and inviting her thighs looks, all spread out and waiting now.."

Elanor felt her body hair rise in goosebumps, as the stranger expertly slid the flexible rubber tip of his riding crop between her labial lips. Up, down, and up again. Her thigh muscles shuddered, feeling it build up in her core, the pure pleasure of being toyed with. He maintained his pace, not digging in the whip further deep, nor backing out by an inch. But straddling that thin line, keeping her aroused right below the peak.

"Your pet needs your help, Lady Agrafena. To find her lightning. The thunder. She needs your push..."

His instructions made sense to Bella, as she leaned over with her hand stretched.

"Not hands. You never touch them with hands, not easily. A gentle pat with your bare fingers, should feel like a much awaited gift. The true carrot.! Everything else, you must turn into sticks. Even food."

What did he mean, no hands? And to push? Push towards what?!

Elanor find it extremely hard to listen, let alone reason. Not just with her head and inch away from submerging, but the way her pussy lubricated the thin pipe, and that slippery leather tongue, of the riding crop, as it continued to slide up and down. It's the pace of it that truly kept her on edge, like a true master, him almost controlling her heart beat by the way he continued to toy. Then she felt it, the answers to all her doubts, pushing gently right against her scalp. The heel of Bella's footwear pushing down the thick of her hair, her toe digging into the crown between the two high-pigtails.

Wait.. Did she just..?!

In her defense, Bellatrix was equally surprised and even more terrified at what she was asked to do. It's one thing to give directions to one's Queen, with a pinch of verbal humiliation thrown in. This was Bella herself, a mere employee, an absolute subject, willfully stepping on the supreme individual in the entire Kingdom. She maintained a tough exterior, but her heart skipped a beat the moment she made the connection. And it's been erratic ever since, as she buried her discomfort behind a smile. It was imperative that the Leash Master believed her story so far. She was this close to losing the perfect task to fate, the one she'd been toiling over for weeks. And she wasn't going to let anything derail it now, including her own fears.

Elanor looked wide-eyed, unsure what made her Mistress act so... Disrespectful..?! It's not like she wasn't complying, nor giving them a hard time. As she understood what's about to happen, the Queen gasped, shut her eyes tight, and took a quick, deep breath. Bella carefully, fearfully, stepped on, pushing her Queen's head further down, while looking at the trainer's eyes for direction. Elanor felt her entire visage get submerged in the warm slimy soup, it seeping into her scalp.

She endured as the spice burned into her nostrils, her throat and nose clenched as tight as possible. She was not ready to give in, to the temptation to breathe or swallow, for some semblance of relief, only to end up coughing out all over the place.

Just endure it, Nora.. Mistress will release you soon.

WHACK!

The Queen felt it, this time on the other butt cheek, and twice as painful. For a second she let out a yelp, biting into her teeth, a bit of the soup seeping into her eyes. Yet arching her back further, and pushing her rear out, asking for more in protest, instead of shuddering and cowering down. The trainer grinned, impressed by her resilience.

"See how much less her bowl is bubbling up. She's good, she's learning. To control her pain, to gauge her scream. This is good!"

He signaled and Bella immediately retracted her feet, letting the Queen rise back, gasping for air. Ignoring his suggestion, Bella leaned forward and helped keep the Queen's head straight, and not dive right back into the soup. She pinched and wiped along her nose bridge, clearing all the slimy coating with her right hand, making sure she'll have no trouble breathing. This was all out of the blue, even for Bella. And she was truly concerned about her Queen's health and feelings.

Elanor was in pain, not just from the rear, but the spicy soup burning into her left eye. She was very much in her bratty Princess mood, as she dismissively shook her head, almost slapping Bella's hands away. You've done enough, Mistress.. Just let me be..!

Bellatrix was perplexed. I mean, I was just helping.. Why did she have to be a bitch about it..?! Whatever.. Bella stood up and continued talking to the trainer, as Elanor tried to recollect herself. It took a while for her to breathe through the nose, afraid of inhaling the soup, still dripping down her face. She wiped her chin against her shoulder, and along the corners of the bowl, still unable to open her eyes. She finally managed to balance on three limbs, while wiping her eyes with her right-hand paw.

Bella discussed her plans with the trainer, as he went through the Queen's file, her Domestication Registration form. While she clarified the details, Bella couldn't help but watch the Queen squirm just a few feet from her, especially the way she swayed her bare behind. Bella should be feeling sorry for what's just been done to her Queen. But all she could feel was annoyance.

At how, Elanor just sneered back at her, for trying to help. Of how she stared her down for a stupid remark about pet names. Of all the evenings she spent knee-deep in research, of all the nights spend planning the perfect task for her perfect Queen. Only to be ordered to cancel it, for some stupid rescheduling. Bellatrix felt it again, that familiar irritant twitch on her right inner palm. To feel it gripped against her favorite riding crop. Even the Leash Master's crop would do. She looked down at the crop in his hand, at its flexible leather tongue. Is it shining.?!

Of course, it is. It's nearly dripping with all the juices from rubbing along the Queen's soapy pussy. And she acts so bitchy, so tough with me... While shuddering in pleasure against the whip-head.. I mean, what a hypocrite..! All the while, inviting him, shaking that bare rear. All plump and juicy..! Bella wanted to give each cheek its fare share all night. Not so much that it'd hurt and bleed. Nor even so hard that it stays purple for days. But just rough enough, that the bitch learns her place.. Rough enough that it would seem like her ass was blushing in shame. No marks, just a shade of red. So much that it'd look by the next morning, so wonderfully...

"And do you have a name for her?" The trainer asked, looking down the empty slots of the form.

CRIMSON..! Bella almost didn't hear him ask.

"For the pet, Lady Agrafena. Do you have a name in mind."

"Of course I do. Crimson." Bella replied, with as wide a grin as she ever had. "Register her as Crimson..!"

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It's been thirty minutes since the Queen had her dinner. The Leash Master was long gone, taking the Registration form with him. Right now, Bella sat before her Queen, both on chairs, her leg restraints loosened enough to let her sit. There was nothing regal about the way Elanor looked, except for her innate attitude. Then again with multiple dried coats of slime dripping along your face and bare breasts, no one could have looked remotely decent, let alone regal. Bella carefully wiped all remaining traces of soup from her face with a wet white cloth. Both did a better job of hiding their displeasure, yet the tension in the room was palpable. Finally, the Queen broke the silence.