Better get moving...

Elsa took a deep breath, careful not to step on the glass-like remains of the blanket as she began her preparations. It was going to be a difficult day. She went to her chest of drawers first, erection bobbing awkwardly, completely pulling out one of the bottom drawers and reaching inside. She retrieved a lacy band of fabric with a smaller loop on the side. Slipping it onto her left leg, she pulled it all the way up to her thigh, where its tightness wouldn't let it slip down. Now for the tricky part.

Gripping her hardness and closing her eyes for a moment from the pleasurable sensation, she began wrestling with the disobedient organ. As always, it seemed to have a mind of its own and quite clearly did not want to be constrained by the small loop of fabric. God, if she just... NO. Not now. She groaned desperately, trying to touch her hardness as little as possible. Every moment that passed with her not jerking it off was far more painful than the stinging pressure as she cinched the loop around the base. She straightened, grimacing as her determined length refused to give up without release. She gave the belt-like loop another irritable tug and whimpered as she finally began to soften, the near-total lack of blood flow finally taking its toll and allowing her to stand upright without showing her bulge.

"The pain will keep me focussed." Her voice was shaky but she didn't doubt her words. She was quite confident that the painfully tight loop would keep her focussed on her entrapped manhood the entire ceremony.

The leash had gotten her through countless situations in which a bulge in her dress would have been... problematic. Awkwardly enough it had been a gift from her mother, after the first few times she had struggled with an inexplicable erection. She almost thought of it as a pair with the gloves, considering both served to hide her true nature from the world. Slipping into her dress was much easier now that she'd restrained herself and she called to the servants waiting outside to assist her with the rest of her outfit.

"Princess Anna?"

"snore"

"Princess Anna?"

"Whph what? Who is it?"

"Sorry to wake you ma'am."

"What? Oh nonono, no you didn't wake me yawn I've been up for hours... snore"

...

"Ma'am?"

"Whph what? Who is it?"

"Still me ma'am..."

Elsa found her hands shaking as the sun continued to rise into the sky. The servants, those who didn't know her anyway, repeatedly asked if she was cold and wanted a cloak. She was getting downright irritable till Kai took to following her around and waving them off. She had no idea what happened to Anna, which only made her anxiety worse. The girl hadn't been out of the castle in years, who knew what might happen? Especially with how **** for love she'd been lately... The shaking worsened as the guilt for her sisters social desperation gnawed at her gut.

"It will be alright mi'lady." She managed a weak smile, Kai's warm grip on her shoulder helping to steady her nerves. For the moment.