Breathless Beneath Her

Soon enough you arrive at your lake, the royal family lake, deep within your ancestral forest, only your bloodline and those closest to you or the forest wardens have ever even laid eyes upon these crystal clear waters in living memory. The carriage stops just up the path from the dock and boathouse on the lake side. Visible even from here are the Everatones. Three pillars of rock in the centre of the lake, weathered and worn, but said to be older than the elven kingdoms themselves. Legend says they are all that remains of the original thrones sat upon by the Sisters Three, a trio of elven goddesses.

Ash gives orders to Zee'al to have him and the rest of the guard retreat along the road and await your call. All in your name of course. Not that you ever gave the command. Instead, she simply takes charge and within moments you are alone together, the horses from the very carriage taken with your personal guard. You look anxiously at Ash, not sure what is going to happen next, but deep inside loving every moment of it.

"Hmmm," Ash hums as she looks you over with those roaming eyes that make you feel naked despite the yards of fabric adorning your body. She seems to enjoy watching you squirm and, as if reading your mind, a smirk comes across her lips. "You are wearing far too much. Take it off."

"What?" You ask, dumbfounded as you glance down at your clothes. "Like… my dress or…"

"All of it."

"It takes two people to tie me into this thing… I can't just… not by myself… and… out here… in the open?" You stumble over your words, glancing suspiciously at the open space between the treeline and the lake. "What if someone sees?"

"That is a risk you are going to take," Ash says and your stomach does a backflip. "Let me help you." She moves to begin undoing and unlacing you out of this contraption they call your royal day-gown. "You really are helpless without your aids…"

You blush as her nimble fingers dance across your body, unknoting and unbuttoning the gown from your body. She makes you help too. Which is an unusual experience. Not that you can't undress yourself from clothing. You have done it before. But never something as elaborate or grand as this. It's not hard but it is against tradition and procedure. It makes you almost as giddy as the cool air against your near naked body when the gown drops to the floor of the carriage.

Ash wastes no time in moving behind you and working upon your corset lace. She unbinds you in record time and before you know it that too is pulled from your body, leaving you in little more than your gloves, stockings and high heeled shoes. The warm sun against your brown naked breasts and the cool breeze whipping around your bare behind make you gasp. You can't help but try to cover your breasts and pussy out of reflex rather than actual intent. Anything to perverse an ounce of modesty.

"Stop that," Ash berates you, slapping at your hands until you move them away with a whimper. "Don't you dare cover yourself again. Or else there will be hell to pay." She gets down out of carriage. "Strip off the rest of your clothes and walk to the docks. I'll get the boat ready." Ash grabs a picnic basket from the carriage as you pull off your gloves. "Shoes and stockings too."

You open your mouth to object but think better of it when Ash shoots you a sharp glare. She nods her head before setting off ahead of you. You sit down to take off your heels and pull off your stockings. You feel slower and less capable with each action. Without your attendants or servants to help, it not only takes you longer but you definitely feel less graceful. All of these things you are perfectly capable of doing and have done before to some degree but you so rarely do them yourself that even simple things like taking off your own stockings feels almost like a hardship.

Getting down from the carriage, unassisted, is as embarrassing as it is difficult. You almost fall flat on your face or topple back onto your fat ass but somehow manage to regain your balance as you stand on the dirt ground not wearing a stitch. Stepping out from the safety of the carriage you feel vulnerable, exposed and shameful. Just imagining someone seeing you now, the royal princess, baring it all. You feel goosebumps across your brown skin.

Walking along you fight the urge to cover up or run and hide. You can see Ash at the docks, loading one of the smaller boats with something. If she turned now and saw you attempting to cover yourself… what would she do? Her words were very clear, a promise not a threat or bluff… you dare not find out.

Swallowing hard you do what you have been trained to do your whole life, maintain your composure. Head held high, steps measured but firm, as you make your way down to the docks, not a stitch upon your body, your cheeks burning in embarrassment but no emotion shown on your face. A true figurehead of authority and power, even if you are bared to the world around you.

Ash lets out a low whistle as you approach her. "Not bad, not bad at all," she says with a smirk as her eyes gaze hungrily upon your naked body. "If not for the blush and your trembling knees… I would say you were a nudist. I wish we had an audience to see you like this. Can you imagine their reaction?"

Your whole body tenses and you feel like you are about to pass out as you imagine the image she just put into your head. Standing here on the docks, feels like standing on a stage, before a crowd of your people. Eyes on your naked body, gasps, jeers, chanting… the things they would say to and about you. You feel faint and almost trip forward only for Ash to rise and support you.

"Easy there," She whispers to you, her hands creeping around your body once she has you steady. You feel one grasp your large tit while the other slops in between your thighs. "Mmmm. Get a bit too worked up thinking about that?" Her fingers brush against your wet pussy and you can't help but shudder. "Naughty, little slut… so wet and pathetic."

"Ash… please…" You beg between raggered breaths, not even sure what you are asking for at this point.

"Into the boat," she orders and helps you down into the small vessel. You sigh as she releases you, your pussy still drooling between your thighs. She climbs in with you, unteethering it from the dock and casting off.

You expect her to take the oars and begin rowing, instead she looks expectingly at you. You've never done anything like this in your life… but how hard can it be? You take the oars and try to row. Things do not go well. You splash water into the boat, you spin it around in circles, you drop an oar into the water that you then need to fish out…. Thankfully, Ash takes over.

Unfortunately, she insists on a punishment for your failure. So now you kneel before her in the boat, hands hefting your breasts upwards as if presenting them to her and repeating the mantra she ordered of you. You feel somehow more embarrassed by this than when you were first made to walk naked. Never in your life have you spoken words like this aloud and now you yell them.

"I am better as a set of tits than a person," you repeat, each word making you feel hotter and warmer than even the hot sun beating down on you. "I am nothing more than a useless set of holes. The throne I sit upon is more worthy than I am." Your whole body trembles but you maintain your position. "I am better as a set of tits than…"

"Stop," Ash orders and you fall quiet. "Good girl… well not good… that was a punishment for your failure as a person… so… good thing… pet… object. Mmmmm. Let's simply go with… good slut."

"Thank-you," you gasp out your words as shaky as your body. Ash has rowed you far out into the lake at this point, well away from even the remotest of chances of prying eyes but you can out help feeling so exposed as you present yourself to her.

Ash glances over her shoulder. "We're almost there," she says as she continues to row. You know where she is taking you. The Everatones, among them, is a stone platform. Worn and even older than the pillars themselves, it is the roof of a building, sunk into the lake.

You have no idea of the history around this structure, it was not something covered by your education during your upbringing, but it is where you and Ash as children liked to come when your family came out to the lake. It was your, not so secret, spot. She brings the boat in and ties it off to a pillar before bringing out a familiar picnic blanket and throwing it out across the stone platform that has been baking in the sun. She gestures for you to step out and once you are up on the picnic blanket across the little platform she passes you a basket.

Within moments you are sitting together, just like old times. The sun beating down on you two, the thick picnic blanket below, protecting you from being fried by the stone below, a basket of favourite snacks and treats straight from the palace kitchen and if it was not for the fact you are stark naked, it would be almost exactly the same. You look expectantly at her only for Ash to glance back at you and then the basket. You are starting to catch on faster to the role reversal.

You reach into the basket and pull out a few pre-packed dishes. Placing them about upon the blanket, the two of you are soon laughing and chatting like usual while enjoying the picnic and each other's company. Years of companionship soon overcome any awkwardness or oddity from your new dynamic. After finishing the food, though, things take a shift.

Ash takes the basket back to the boat while gesturing for you to wait. You can feel a tension rising as she returns with a familiar scarf, one of your's that you used last night.

"Put it on," she says simply and you take the garment before draping it around your neck. "Not like that. Over your eyes. Like a blindfold." Your heart skips a beat but you do as she says and put the silk across your face, blinding yourself, before tying it off. "Good girl. Now lay down, limbs out, spread as far as you can." You follow her orders to the word and soon feel her grab one of your wrists before wrapping something around it.

"Ash… what is that?" You cannot help but ask aloud. It feels tougher than silk, some sort of leather and as you tug on it you find your arm restrained by it along with the sound of jingling of metal. "Is it a cuff or…"

"Shush," Ash says as she grabs your other wrist. "Shut up and just lay back. Don't make me punish you."

You relax best you can under the circumstances, letting her bind your other wrist too. She quickly mounts your torso, the feeling of her dress' frills against your naked, sweaty skin as she turns and soon locks your ankles together in a similar device. You lay there now, stretched out, limbs bound and blinded by the scarf across your face. Completely helpless and at her mercy, not much of a change from earlier today if you are honest with yourself.

Her weight upon you is getting a little too much. Ash may not be the most heavy set of women but she is still enough to make breathing a little more difficult. You dare not speak up about it. You feel like you are walking on eggshells with her in a new position of power. You can't tell if it is actual concern over what she may do to you or if it is the excitement of what she will do to you that is making you feel this way.

"Mmmmm look at you, all helpless and bound beneath me," Ash says, her voice sweet as honey but with an edge to it as she shuffles back up your body. "I could do anything to you right now." You gasp as she puts her weight on your chest, pressing down on your fat tits and crushing your lungs. "What's the matter? Breathless beneath me?"

"Ashhhhhh," You hiss as she giggles, only for her to press down harder, purposely, onto you. You grunt and pull tight upon your restraints but they barely budge.

"Damn… this is kinda hot," Ash muses as you struggle to breathe properly. You feel her shuffle about once more. Unable to see you can only guess at what she is doing but you can feel her dress being hiked up and her panties brushing against you as she wiggles them down her thighs. You hear the sound of her fingers rubbing against her pussy and the soft moans from her lips.

She grinds down onto you, forcing the breath from your lungs as she gets herself off on her own fingertips. You are helpless beneath her. Unable to do anything but gasp for breath and whimper. Blind, bound, naked and nothing more but her entertainment. You can't tell if it's the air being pushed from your lungs or your own arousal making you feel so lightheaded as she trembles above you.

Her moaning hitches for a moment and she freezes. Stopping herself just as she was really getting into it. You still struggle beneath her as she sits there a moment. "Ash?" You wheeze, your lungs aching.

"Why am I doing this?" She asks and you can only hiss as you strain to get air into your lungs. "Not why as in why am I getting off to you suffering beneath me… that's just hot. I mean… why am I getting myself off when you are here to do it for me?"

She eases off of you and you gasp in some deeper breaths for a change. She shuffles around once more above you. Still blind, you never see it coming, but your suspicions of what is about to happen is confirmed as she moves around your head and soon her pussy descends down upon your lips. You don't need to be asked, you lap eagerly and carelessly up at her wet sex.

Ash moans, her hands coming to rest on your huge boobs as she leans forward, once more pressing down upon your chest. "Goddess… what an eager little slut… hungry for my cunt?" Ash moans between her words as she shifts back and forward upon you. She is almost rutting against your face as her fingers dig into your plentiful tit flesh.

Not the only eager one, you think smugly as you battle to lap at her drooling hole. You have never done this before but that doesn't mean you hesitate at all. You have certainly dreamed of this. Pictured it a million times in your head. Being beneath a woman like this, made to give her pleasure, while you are bound and helpless. It's almost as good as receiving pleasure yourself, maybe better, as you hear Ash moan and whimper above you and it is like music to your pointed ears.

"Fuck… I… you are… surprisssssssingly…. Mmmmm… good at... t-t-t-this!" Ash exclaimed her thighs twitching around either side of your head before she basically collapsed down onto you, pressing her full weight against your head. You gasp and stop for a moment as your tongue is forcefully pushed deeper into her and you get a full taste of her. "Don't you dare stop!"

"Mmmmm!" You moan into her pussy as you follow instructions and continue to eat her out. Her hands are gripping your tits like stress balls, squeezing them harshly, while the rest of her body is pressed down into yours. It is hard to breathe around her pussy as it covers your mouth and she keeps shifting back to block your nose but you do not let up. Even as you start to feel lightheaded once more, you instead double down on pleasing her.

"YES, YES, YES!" Ash cries as her body arches and she pushes herself up by your naked tits. "Right there, right, fucking, there!" Her moans reach a fever pitch and you feel her legs lock around your head before she floods your mouth with her girl cum. It explodes out between your lips and her lower lips, costing your face in her juices. You can hear her screams as she cums, muffled by her thighs, as she rains down around you.

Ash collapses once more on to you, her whole body twitching and trembling, the fabric of her dress tickling against your bare, damp skin. You don't think your amateur and unrefined technique was good enough to leave her like this. If anything it was sloppy and rhythmless, but it did not lack determination. Maybe it had been a while for Ash or the sheer pleasure of making you suffer beneath her was enough to bring her to this high.

"That was… oh… that was everything I imagined it would be," Ash mumbles as she finally manages to pull herself up and off of you, freeing you to gasp in your first unlaboured breaths in a good while. "And more… you did… fairly well… not bad at all… a lot to learn but you were enthusiastic and obedient. Almost makes this next part too hard to do..."

"Ash… what are…" You gasp out only to feel her shove some damp fabric between your lips. "Mmmmphhhh!" You taste more of Ash, this must be her panties. She quickly wraps more silk around your face, another scarf, securing a new makeshift gag around you.

Your heart races. What has she got planned next for you? You can hear her moving about. Collecting things… returning to the boat… the sound of something large being placed back in the boat… water being paddled as the boat leaves… oh no. You instantly panic. Trying to shout and cry out around the gag. Squirming about in your restraints. But there is no response from Ash and you are unable to free yourself.

You are alone. Abandoned. Your heart skips a beat. Ash wouldn't really… this has to be a trick… a joke… a… a…. The sun bears down on you as you lay beneath the harsh rays. Your body is already sweaty, face damp with her juices, but it only gets worse as you bake in the sun, bound and helpless, blindfolded, gagged, alone and abandoned. What is Ash doing? She… she left you. Your heart breaks as your mind tries to conjure up answers and explanations but nothing comforts you as you are left here beneath the blazing sun, utterly helpless.