Had all that talk about her experiences and boundaries caused this? She had been told to take off her panties. She had said no. He had then told he... to put her hand inside her panties. She had reddened at the thought. Not of touching herself, but of doing it at his suggestion, his command. Slowly and somewhat reluctantly, she had slid her hand into her panties. It had been even wetter than earlier. She had stroked her lips, inside her lips, her clit, her opening. She had felt very. My father is old and infirm and soon I shall be queen. And I demand a queen of my own not only in order to break the enchantment but also according to my natural inclinations. Do you understand me my sweet? I have loved you since I saw you in the arms of my, very gay by the way, brother dancing the waltz in those impossibly high heels. How could anyone but a natural queen accomplish such a task? It only remains for me to ask: Do you feel the same?”As the princess spoke she held Ash’s. ” Sam froze in place as if she were imitating a statue. Cheryl was obviously trembling as Sam drew out the pause to the maximum before saying, “the leather paddle.”Cheryl let out the breath she had been holding in and said, “Thank you, Mistress Samantha.”I wondered what she might have been told to bring out since she was grateful that it was “just” the leather paddle. Visions of various paddles and whips I had seen on porn sites flashed through my head. Some of them were definitely much worse. The excitement of this woman, her beauty, her touch, and her delicious pussy made that impossible. Her pleasure was indeed becoming more important than mine. My submissive soul knew this. I knew I was becoming trapped and I didn't care.In the past weeks I had grown somewhat accustomed to the perpetual frustration. I adjusted as best I could at work. The world did look different. Every small eroticism was tripled. I noticed the women in my day to day life differently. Certain images on.