My mother Queen ____ of the ______ queendom arranged a meeting with Japan’s royal family so one of our heirs could marry one of theirs. Our heir was my sister. Their heir was Sakura Miyawaki. Both our empires were desperate for alliance and power, so it didn’t matter if the heirs wanted it to happen or not. I never accepted the idea of arranged marriages, but my sister — a very unselfish and way too naive person — has accepted her fate and has agreed to go through with it.
I’m older than her so, as the crown princess, in rule I should be the one getting married first, but I had high standards.
My mother has been desperate for me to wed someone for quite a long time, because she wished for me to not be a lone queen ruling the kingdom one day when she isn’t in the picture some day. It would be too dangerous for me. Imagine a woman ruling over a great kingdom all by herself — the conservatives would go crazy!
In fact, my mother tried to match me up with princesses from all over the world multiple times in the past. But every time I met a princess she's end up turning away out of the undeniable fear I created. For other people, I was simply too dominant and confident to be a princess. It scared others when they knew I was capable of taking their power and control. Because of all the failed visits, I had a reputation of being an independent and dominant princess amongst the queendoms.
How many princesses have I met is a question you might be wondering. Well, let me see if I can remember.
Princess Jade Thirlwall of England.
Princess Dua Lipa of Kosovo.
Princess Roseanne Park of Australia.
Princess Jennie Kim of New Zealand.
Princess Dita Karang of Indonesia.
Princess Yiren Wang of China.
Princess Yurina Kawaguchi of another queendom in Japan.
Princess Nicha Yontararak of Thailand.
Princess Chaewon Kim and her step sister Chaewon Park of Korea.
Princess Tzuyu Chou of Taiwan.
Princess Fatou Samba of Senegal.
Princess Lauren Jauregui of Cuba.
Princess Willow Smith of USA.
Princess Somi Jeon of Canada.
Did you count?
15 princesses.
Think the list is long? That’s not the whole list, I’m just too tired to remember the rest. They weren’t memorable anyway.
I now think you understand why my mother would be desperate enough to go as far as letting her youngest daughter get married first. Anyhow, my little sister got to meet the heir, Sakura Miyawaki, this afternoon and developed a liking for her a little too quick. Miyawaki was known as a spoiled princess with all the pictures of her doing ridiculously expensive activities for no valid reason. Last week she burned stacks of money so she could have a pleasant background for a picture on Instagram.
From the moment I met this so-called princess I knew she wasn’t worthy of being with my sister. I mean, the first seconds of her appearing, her mother already scolded her. Sakura had had the audacity to wear casual clothing — which consisted of items from the upcoming Gucci collection that hadn’t been released yet — in front of my family, knowing she’d meet my sister!
Rude.
If you’re going to meet your future wife, who is a freaking princess of a great empire, the least you can do is put on formal attire and bow — it’s called basic manners.
But the last straw was now.
I had been tossing and turning all night. The Miyawaki's hadn't considerate enough to give silk sheets to their guests! So, I decided to go out to the guest room’s balcony to get some fresh air.
But I saw something other than beautiful cherry blossom trees.
Sakura.
She was in her balcony.
Accompanied by someone.
A lady whose face I recognized as one of the maids.
The two were standing a little too close to each other.
“Wear this for me,” I heard her say.
She held up a collar.
How pathetic! Dominating one of the maids — where was the class in that? She’s supposed to be a princess! This is not the woman my sister should marry. I’ll have to teach her how to behave. Quickly, I put on a nightgown — in case I run into someone in the hallway — and walked past a few doors until I saw one with light shining under the small crack between the door and floor. I knocked on the door as lightly as I could while still making enough noise for Sakura to hear all the way from the balcony — I’m a guest and don’t want to wake anybody up, because I have manners as well as empathy for people with sleep deprivation.
I heard a few hushes and some rumbling behind the closed door. After a few seconds I heard steps nearing the door and it opened. “Oh, it’s you. What are you doing here?”
“To the side,” I said and pushed Sakura to the side so I could get in her room. It was huge and decorated with classy gold details and adornments. Didn’t match her dull personality at all. She was panicked. I wasn’t supposed to be in her room. Especially not right now. She didn’t care if anybody spotted us together in her room — she’d put the blame on me. The maid in her balcony was her worry.
After wandering my eyes all over the place I found what I looked for. Gracefully I made my way to her queen sized bed and sat down on the mattress made of clouds. Much softer than the bed in the guest room. She gulped. What was I doing? Let me tell you. Without breaking eye contact for a second, I put my hand on her bedside table and grabbed the leather collar she had ordered her maid to wear a minute or so ago. “The fuck’s this?”
She was red. Ashamed. Angry. Almost a little turned on by the sight of me in a nightgown on her bed with a pastel pink leather collar in my hand and the fact that I cursed so freely just added to the effect.
“Put it on,” I said.
“W-What—?” she stumbled over her words.
“I said put it on. Now,” I raised my voice.
Although she felt humiliated, she did it. Was it the fact that I was older or the fact that she didn’t mind being in a collar that made her do it? I have no idea; all I know is that that spoiled princess could choose to call the guards or even her mother and get me deported if she wanted to.
The black leather hugged her neck beautifully. She looked like a work of art, like a sophisticated and absolutely fabulous artist had dedicated their whole life on sculpting her body and handcrafting that specific collar just for Sakura. She looked down at the floor; she felt too humiliated to look me in the eyes. But I was going to make sure she’d never forget this. “Look at me.”
She disobeyed.
“I said look at me. Now!” I raised my voice once again.
“____...” she started gently.
“That’s not my name now, is it, slut?”
She gulped, clearly not expecting the sister of her soon-to-be wife to degrade her like this.
“What’s my name? Answer me, slut.”
“Mistress?”
“Right now, I’m a fucking queen and you take all my orders, understood?”
She nodded profusely. The tone of my voice and how I cursed made her wet. Subtly, she put her hands over her crotch area nervously out of reflex.
“I said understood?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
She knew the answer. A regular dominant lady would most likely not answer those words so confidently.
“Remember this, because tonight is the last time you’re going to have a mistress, understood?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Sit,” I ordered.
In a second, she was on her knees on the floor. So shameless. Had she forgotten about her little maid in the balcony?
“I meant on the bed, slut.”
“I’m sorry, Mommy,” she apologized and did as I said. She must’ve loved being humiliated and taking orders from me, since she was so damn obedient. I looked at her. She gulped at my strong gaze. Something was bothering me. Too much fabric, too little skin.
“Take off your clothes,” I said and leaned back on my arms.
She stood up. The silk pajamas she was wearing were flowing and didn’t show any details of her body other than her hard nipples. I wondered if they were hard because the cold air from outside was sipping through the balcony or because she was turned on. Button by button she flashed more and more of her golden skin. She was standing tall and her muscles were flexed yet she was so small in my presence. It’s called class.
Her cheeks were a warm shade of pink and she tried to hide that when she pulled down her pants. How cute of her to assume I hadn’t already taken notice of her flustered state yet. When she was back up she had tried to look presentable in front of me by trying to conceal the blush on her face, but it was clear she was excited for what I was going to do. Her face was slightly tilted downwards, she couldn’t hold her chin up high in my presence — she was indeed submissive.
“Come here, Princess. On your knees.”
“Yes, Mommy,” she whispered. This time around, she knew I meant on the floor. Damn, she looked so fucking pretty down there, kneeled in front of me with only a collar and a pair of briefs on. Almost made me want to give her a reward.
Almost.
Too bad she didn’t deserve one.
“Suck on Mommy’s fingers,” I held out my hand for her.
She looked up into my eyes and edged closer until her pretty lips touched my skin. Slowly she leaned forward and introduced my pointer finger to her mouth. As good as she could she tried to be sexy for me. Keeping eye contact. Twirling her tongue. Arching her back. All of that for me. What impressed me was that she didn’t touch my hand with one of hers. She didn’t bring it to her face, instead she brought herself to me. Although she was indeed spoiled, she had gotten manners when it came to me. Maybe she wasn't too used to being called out and put in place. I pushed my middle finger deeper into her mouth and saw how for a second a small smile was present. She wanted me to go rougher on her. I knew it. But I didn’t give it to her. It was punishment after all.
“Get on the bed.” Immediately she let go of my fingers, leaving them wet, and got on all fours on the bed. Her butt was looking good and it wasn’t even nude yet.
“Turn around, Princess, I want to see your face.” Again, she listened to me and obeyed my instructions. She was quiet but I knew that dirty thoughts were going through her mind. She didn’t even need to say it, how she was so obedient and willing to do everything I said and how she wanted to do good for me was enough for me to know it.
I crawled on the huge bed until I was between her legs. The way her breathing fastened only made me confident, but the biggest source of motivation was the lesson about how she should treat my sister. For a few seconds I just stared at her and made her feel belittled. To her surprise, I tugged on the waistband of her briefs and slowly pulled them down, letting her wet pussy out in the cold air. Even her pussy was so fucking pretty with how red and needy it was with wetness dripping towards her thighs. I was certainly aroused with what I saw. Whilst I was dragging the fabric down her skin, she kept her gaze on me, wanting to see my reaction. Although she loved keeping eye contact to add to her sexiness, as well as to see if she was pleasing me or not, she closed her eyes.
Once again, surprising her, I gently brought her knees up in the air so I could have more access to her pussy, making her widen her eyes. Once my thumb touched her clit, she let out a delicate whimper and rolled her eyes back, not knowing she could feel this much sensation from just one finger. I moved my thumb up and down her labia and listened as she let out small whimpers from her parted lips when I touched her favorite parts. Clit and lowest part of her labia.
Her eyes were still rolled back and honestly it was the most breathtaking sight I’d ever seen. It was astounding how responsive she already was in just a minute of physical attention. I couldn’t help but lower myself to her skin and lick a long, wet stripe up her chocolate abs. Mmmh, tasted like chocolate too. I bit into her skin, not too hard, but hard enough to make her remember in the morning. To tease further, I blew on the wet traces from my tongue, giving her shivers. Letting go of her pussy, I pinched her nipple with my pointer finger and wet thumb, making her want to push her thighs together to get some kind of friction. But more than that, she wanted to be good for me.
She was back to being too quiet for my taste. Maybe it was because of the maid in the balcony who could probably hear everything we were doing, but to me that didn’t matter. I let go of her nipple and went to suck it instead, making her whine a little. My wet thumb made its way back to between her thighs, collecting wetness before rubbing her clit harder but slower than before. She was squeezing her eyes shut as she bit her lip to prevent her dirty sounds from coming out. Letting go of her tit, I put my other thumb on the lowest part of her labia, making her squirm and bring her hand to bite on. I retracted my fingers from her, making her let a deprived whine escape finally. Her orgasm had been nearing but now it was gone, and it hurt. By now, if her thighs if they hadn't been turned upwards, her wetness would surely be dripping down her thighs. Instead her sheets were wet. Eh, the maid will take care of it.
“M-Mommy, please.”
“Please what?”
“C-Can you fuck me?”
“I know you can do better than that, Princess,” I encouraged her. I wanted her to be louder. I wanted that maid and every woman close by to hear that she belonged wholly to one person. They didn’t hear my name so they wouldn’t know it was me — except for the maid, of course.
“Fuck me, ruin me, do whatever you want to me, please. I beg you. P-Please, Mommy,” she said in such an erotic way it wouldn't surprise me if she had acted in an erotic film before.
“Do you have any ropes perhaps?”
“Yes! Y-Yes, in the third drawer,” she hurried. Seemed like she really, really enjoyed me treating her like a slut. Chuckling, I left her on the bed and opened said drawer. She had kept the ropes hidden for a good reason. There were so many in different colors and different materials, from black to red to gold and regular rope to lace to leather. All was folded neatly; it was so organized it looked like after purchase they had just been waiting in the drawer and that she still hadn’t used any of them. I grabbed four ropes all in pastel pink leather like the cute dominatrix style to match Sakura’s collar, she blushed at the juxtaposition of the cute action of matching and the vulgarity of what the leather was going to be used for.
Slowly she gulped, looking forward to what I was going to do to her. Like a good slut, she held out the hand that was the nearest to me. I tied one of the ropes tightly on her hand and bound it to the nearest bedpost. She looked at me throughout the whole process. It felt gratifying when I dominated her, but the visual aspect was one she needed the most to memorize what I did to her this spectacular night for her to reminisce about on the endless nights she will inevitably spend without me.
I went to the other corner and tied her ankle to the bedpost and did the same to the other. The last limb to be tied was her hand. Again, she held it out for me, not wanting to wait any longer. So I tied it. She couldn’t move more than a few centimeters, but damn did it feel good. I could do whatever I wanted to her without her having any control and she loved it. She wanted me to treat her like a toy. So I just stood there and admired her body like she was art again.
But by now she was getting a little needy. She loved that I looked at her, but she wanted me to dominate her more than anything, so she decided to show a little of her neediness. Through begging, of course, because I had the power and she wouldn’t even think of demanding anything from me. “Can you, please, fuck me now, Mommy?” She swallowed when she didn’t get a reaction from me. “Please, fuck Princess. Please, Mommy.”
“You’ve been such a good slut to me, Princess…”
Her eyes lightened up.
“…too bad you haven’t been good to my sister,” I finished.
Her eyes darkened.
“Mommy—”
“Shut up,” I sat beside her and looked at her helpless self.
“You’re going to make me and only me cum, understood?”
“Of course, Mommy, but—” she tried to protest carefully.
“You’re going to show me that you’re worthy of being with a ______. Understood, slut?”
She wasn’t used to not getting what she wanted, thus my denial of her orgasm was frustrating. But she nodded nonetheless because pleasing me felt so good. “Yes.”
“Yes what?” I grabbed her by her collar and tightened it a little.
“Yes, Mommy.”
“I just wanted to hear you say it, because you’re not going to be speaking for a while,” I said and left her dumbfounded. Slowly I made my way to her chest and sat on it. I wasn’t wearing underwear since I always sleep naked and had only slipped the nightgown on to not be fully naked. Her boobs got some of my wetness on them, making her proud she was the one who had turned me on this much. She knew she was sexy in my eyes for sure now, which added to her confidence and motivated her to please you even more.
Her biggest goal now was to show me that she wasn’t just a pretty sight, but that she was good at giving pleasure too. When I hovered over her face, she tried to reach for my pussy. She couldn’t move her arms or legs, but her neck was somewhat free with only a collar restricting her movements slightly, and she was eager to please, tongue out and eyes admiring me above her. I held her down by her collar and let the skirt of the gown surround her. She couldn’t see anything anymore, but when I dipped my pussy to her face, she didn’t mind it the slightest. As if on cue, she began licking me. She didn’t even start off slow, she went for the long and deep licks between my folds immediately. It was shocking to me how skillful she was with her tongue and I let out a moan. She smiled proudly against me and tried to go deeper.
“Good slut,” I praised and reached back to touch her abs. Centimeter by centimeter I went lower until my hand was on the skin above her clit. I barely touched her clit with my middle finger. She moaned loudly, being so aroused and needy that even the slightest touch made her want to cry. If she could, she’d be crossing her legs from how much her pussy hurt, but she was tied up so the pain remained greater. To get a little revenge she tried to physically lift her head closer to me although she already had the thick collar and my weight stopping her from doing so. She tried using her nose as an asset and played with my clit. Fuck. This lady sure was dedicated.
Stubborn, I put my hand on her pussy and leaned back a little so part of my weight was on it. Never in her whole life had she ever felt such pleasurable pain. Tears started filling her eyes and leaving them to migrate from the cheeks and onto the mattress. But this gave her an advantage to lift herself into me. She went so damn deep, nose touching my stomach, and started sucking mercilessly on my clit. “Fuck, Princess,” I cursed and leaned even more on her pussy, making her go even harder on mine. She was so pretty with her face between my legs and her cheeks and mouth messy from my wetness and her tears.
“Mommy,” she mumbled against me. She began grazing her teeth against me and that’s when I had enough. With my weight still on her, I began moving my hand and she screamed. Now I knew for sure that the maid had heard us. How Sakura could sound so loud with me sitting on her face was amazing. I’d never experienced it before, but I was sure I wanted it to happen again. But what stopped me from going at it more was that I knew she was close to climax, so I lifted my hand away from her pussy and shifted my weight to her face.
She cried. Her hands and ankles struggled against the leather, wanting to be able to touch me, but they restricted her. The kink for bondage was not on her side right now which made her cry, but the masochist in her felt so fulfilled. Although the want for orgasming was large, the want for my orgasm was way larger. She had a hard time breathing, nose in me every other second and my dress suppressing the air, but she liked it. My stomach was knotting, and I knew I was close too.
“G-God, you’ve been so good for me, Princess. Here’s your reward,” I stuttered, pleasure taking over me. And so, I cummed on her, grunting. Instantaneously, she started licking and savoring my juice. She lapped up every drop that hadn’t gotten on her face. To finish off classy, she kissed my pussy, because she fucking loved it. She swore cum was the most delicious flavor she’d ever gotten the pleasure of tasting. My cum. My cum was a symbol for her pride and accomplishment. When I tried lifting myself up a little bit she followed, wanting nothing to go to waste — that’s how much she loved my cum.
“This is how you should treat my sister when you marry her. The word mistress will from now on never exist in your life, only in your mind,” I left her face, making her whine. I knew that after this spectacular night she’d think of me, so it wasn’t right of me to expect her not to. I knew that after this spectacular night she’d cheat on my sister with me clouding her mind, but that was better than her going to some fucking maid or some other random woman. Besides, eventually she’d get over me.
My mission was done. My sister — as others will think — had claimed Sakura for good.
And the most ego boosting part: I made a rude and spoiled princess submit to me.
Don’t tell me that isn’t classy.
And so I left her naked and bound to the bed for the maid to take care of.
NEXT DAY
The morning was royal. Plates of all kinds of fancy Japanese breakfast dishes were placed out, the sun was shining through the big windows and the sight of now-nervous-and-not-bratty Sakura with slightly ruffled hair — she couldn’t flatten that specific part because she’d been so passionate while eating me out — was my definition of a royal breakfast.
One of the maids avoided eye contact with Sakura. It was the one on the balcony from last night. The other maids, however, were staring at her, both because it was their job to serve her whenever she wanted them to and also because she was alluring. The fucked out hair style made some of the maids suspicious, of course, which was good because then they knew she belonged to someone already.
Then out of nowhere the perfect royal breakfast was interrupted by only a few words from Sakura. My eyes widened. I turned around and saw that everybody in the room was looking at me as Sakura was pointing my way.
“Your highnesses and excellencies, I’d like to marry her instead.”
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❝ La-la-la-la-la-la-la 네가 내게 밀려와
두 눈을 커다랗게 뜨고 꾸는 꿈 ❞
( La-la-la-la-la-la-la You're coming to me
I'm dreaming with my eyes wide open )
