Chapter three.

Queen Alana entered the palace hidden in the shadows and made her way to her chambers her body hidden by her cloak. As she reached her door she did not notice that her daughter Princess Clarice was watching her from her bedroom door. Clarice had been waiting patiently for this moment, ever since she caught her mother leaving the local brothel. She had planned meticulously how she would confront her mother and make her pay for this shameful secret life. Alana carefully unlocked her chamber door, stepping inside and gently closing it behind her. She let out a sigh of relief, thinking she had escaped detection once more. She removed her cloak, hanging it on a nearby hook. "Mother!" Clarice burst into the room, surprising Alana. Queen Alana turned to face her daughter, feeling a sudden fear creep up her spine. "What are you doing here?" she asked, trying to sound calm despite her pounding heart. "What do you want? "Clarice approached her mother, anger emanating from her entire being. "You know what I want," she said through clenched teeth. "I want answers." Alana knew exactly what her daughter meant - she had finally found out about her secret life.

The tension between them grew thicker as they stood there, each daring the other to speak first. Finally, Alana broke the silence, "My dear child, if there is something troubling you, we should discuss it openly." Her voice held a note of concern, but also a hint of trepidation. Clarice laughed coldly, a bitter edge to her laughter. "Openly? We shall talk openly then, Mother. I have seen you leave the local brothel time and again, engaging in acts that you deem beneath your station."Alana's eyes widened, the colour draining from her face."Mother, I want to know what you do in this brothel do you go there to dominate women?"Clarice pressed further. Alana felt her cheeks redden slightly, realizing that her secret desires were now exposed. She swallowed hard, struggling to find the right words. "Daughter, please understand that it's not what you think," she tried to explain. "These visits aren't about dominance, but rather about submitting myself." This revelation shocked Clarice even more. "Submitting yourself? What does that mean?" she demanded, clearly confused and somewhat intrigued. "Submission, my dear, is the act of yielding one's will and power to another, often to satisfy an urge or craving."

"In my case, it means giving myself over completely to someone else's desires," explained Alana. Clarice's eyes narrowed with suspicion. "And who specifically do you submit to in these places?"Alana hesitated before answering, **** to divulge such intimate details. "It's not one person, but rather different individuals depending on my desires. I must confess, the pleasure derived from submitting myself has become a secret obsession of mine," admitted Alana, her cheeks turning scarlet. Clarice was shocked, but also curious about this newfound knowledge. She thought she understood her mother better than anyone, but this revelation threw her off balance."So what course does this submission take? What do you do."Queen Alana sighed, hesitating briefly before explaining. "Well, I like to indulge in bondage, role reversal and power exchange, verbal humiliation, foot and ass worship." Alana continued, finding it harder to look at her daughter as she described some of her desires. "There are many ways to serve, Clarice. Sometimes it involves being tied up, sometimes it's being humiliated verbally, or simply serving as an object of adoration."

Clarice could hardly believe what she was hearing, her brow furrowed in confusion and disbelief. "You...you actually enjoy being humiliated and treated like an object?" she asked, incredulous. Alana nodded slowly, a solemn expression crossing her face. "Yes, Clarice, I admit that these experiences are somewhat taboo, yet they provide me with immense satisfaction. It's important to remember that our roles in society may change, but our desires remain constant."As Queen Alana spoke, Clarice couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal and confusion. Her mother, whom she looked up to as a symbol of strength and power, had revealed herself to be weak and ****. But perhaps there was more to this than she initially realized. Clarice narrowed her eyes, processing the information. "So you've been lying to me all along, pretending to be this strong and powerful figure while secretly enjoying these degrading experiences." She shook her head in disbelief. "You've put on this facade of superiority while all along, you've been hiding your true desires."Alana bowed her head, accepting her daughter's accusation. __

_"I know, my child. And for that, I am truly sorry." "_Well, Mother things are going to change. I could expose you to the rest of the court and you would be finished as Queen." threatened Clarice. "I won't allow this scandal to ruin your reputation and the kingdom."Alana's eyes filled with tears, realizing the potential consequences of her actions. "My daughter, please understand that this is a part of me that I never intended to share with you. I apologize for deceiving you and putting you in this position." "Or I could indulge you in your fantasies and humiliate you"Clarice taunted. Alana recoiled, unable to comprehend her daughter's intentions. "What do you mean?" she asked, fear creeping back into her voice."That's right Mother, you can't hide your twisted fantasies anymore." Clarice walked towards her mother, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "I will ensure everyone knows of your secret life, and you will lose everything."The two of them stared at each other in silence, the weight of the situation becoming increasingly apparent. Clarice saw the desperation in her mother's eyes, and Alana recognized the resolve in her daughter's gaze.

Both women knew that their lives, their world, were about to change forever. With a deep breath, Clarice declared, "If you wish to maintain your position as queen, you must agree to participate in a series of humiliating scenarios, designed to bring me fun and enjoyment."Alana weighed up her choices. She could refuse her daughter and she would be finished as Queen. Or she could bow down to her daughter and keep her secret safe. After a long pause, Queen Alana finally answered her daughter, "I will do anything to protect my throne and my people, even if it means submitting to your twisted demands."Clarice smirked, satisfied with her victory. "Very well, Mother. You shall undergo a trial of submission to prove your loyalty to me."A tremor ran through Alana's body as she realized the extent of her daughter's determination. "What kind of trials do you have in store for me?" she asked with a quivering voice. Clarice smiled malevolently, revelling in her newly acquired power. Alana's heart sank, knowing that she had little choice but to comply. "Very well, my child. Tell me what I must do."

Clarice took a step closer, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "First, you will be taught to properly address me," she began, her voice dripping with contempt. "From now on, you will refer to me as 'Your Majesty,' acknowledging both my authority and your subservience." Alana swallowed hard, understanding the implications of this demand. "Of course, Your Majesty," she replied, her voice wavering slightly."Now I shall address you as whore."Clarice added with a sinister smile. "You will wear this collar around your neck as a reminder of your status." She reached out and fastened a golden collar around her mother's neck, the chain attached to a leash. Alana's throat tightened as she struggled to accept this indignity. "As you wish, Your Majesty," she managed to say, suppressing her rage. Clarice pulled the leash, leading her mother around the room like a common ****."Now you will strip while I go and get you some new clothes that more suit your new status. Oh, forget calling your guards I have placed guards loyal to me so they will not help you."Clarice said, ensuring her mother knew she was trapped.__

Alana's stomach lurched, realizing the depth of her daughter's plan. She knew there was no escape now. Her eyes welled with tears as she whispered, "Yes, Your Majesty."As Alana removed her gown, her hands trembled with fear and shame. She was stripped naked. Clarice headed down to the royal laundry to find some clothes more suited for a servant. Upon her return, she handed over a plain dress, a simple necklace and the most uncomfortable shoes possible. She made sure Alana wore them all without question. She knew that humiliation would make her submission easier. Alana stood dressed as a lowly servant, a stark contrast to her previous regal attire. Clarice smirked as she looked at her mother. She reached up and placed her hands on her mother's head then messed up her hair."Now mother you will attend my feet. You will wash and massage them so go get the water"Clarice ordered, pushing her mother further into servitude. Alana's face flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn't defy her daughter's orders. With trembling hands, she fetched a basin of water and knelt before Clarice, carefully pouring it into a small bowl. She dipped her fingers into the cool liquid, wondering how far her pride could fall.

Clarice, however, had no intention of letting her mother's humiliation stop here. Alana gently washed her daughter's feet and then soothed them by massaging them. Clarice watched her mother's actions closely, savouring the moment of dominance. She could see the pain in her mother's eyes, but she felt nothing but triumph. As Clarice lay back on the plush couch, she gave Alana a cold smile. "Next, you will be taught how to clean and serve my chambers," she commanded. Her mother's face paled, but she remained silent. Alana rose from her kneeling position and went to gather the necessary supplies. She collected a bucket, mop, dust cloth, broom, and a selection of cleaning products. Carrying these items with trembling hands, she approached her daughter. Clarice eyed her mother's approach, her face a mixture of arrogance and anticipation. "I want my chambers to sparkle," she commanded. "Every corner must shine, and every surface must be free of dirt."Alana nodded in submission, knowing she had **** but to obey. Alana headed to her daughter's chambers passing one of the female guards who smirked as Clarice approached with a smile on her face.

Alana entered and started to mop the floors while Clarice spoke with the guard who smirked. The guard listened to Clarice's account of Alana's secret life, and her laughter grew louder as she realized the full extent of the situation. Alana glanced up, catching sight of the guard's mocking expression. Her cheeks burned with shame as she continued scrubbing the floor, determined to prove her worthiness as a servant. Clarice moved behind her mother, running her hand gently down Alana's back, reminding her of her role. "Mother, don't let your pride blind you. If you submit yourself completely, you may still retain your throne," Alana tried to reason with her daughter."But I must also submit myself sexually, correct?" Alana asked hesitantly. Clarice's eyes flashed with a feral intensity. "Indeed, Mother and I will choose whom you submit to," she responded confidently. Alana felt her stomach drop, realizing the gravity of her predicament. She understood that if she refused, she would lose everything - her kingdom, her family, and possibly her life. But giving in meant exposing herself to humiliating acts and degrading situations, surrendering her identity and dignity. Alana couldn't help but wonder if it was all worth it.

In the meantime, Clarice decided to put Alana's skills to use. "Mother, you will prepare dinner tonight for myself and my chosen guest," she instructed, her voice dripping with venom. Alana's heart raced, her mouth dry with dread. "Anything, Your Majesty," she responded with a quavering voice. Clarice grinned, enjoying her mother's growing discomfort. "Excellent. I shall leave you to your duties," she announced, turning away with a swish of her robes. Alana had gone to the kitchen to get the provisions for the dinner and when she returned to Clarice's chambers the guard smiled "I see you have all the provisions whore" she then snickered. Alana's cheeks reddened with embarrassment at the guard's taunting, but she **** herself to focus on the task at hand. She began preparing the meal, determined to showcase her cooking skills. As she worked, she reflected on her precarious situation, questioning whether her efforts were truly worth it. In the meantime, Clarice deliberated over whom she should invite to share the evening meal with her mother. She wanted someone who would cause Alana significant distress and would appreciate the irony of her current predicament.

After much thought, she settled on an individual who had previously held a position of power in the kingdom but had fallen from grace due to a scandal involving the queen. She wanted someone who would cause Alana significant distress and would appreciate the irony of her current predicament. After much thought, she settled on an individual who had previously held a position of power in the kingdom but had fallen from grace due to a scandal involving the queen. Clarice returned with the Priestess Brielle who had once been more powerful than the crown but Alana had taken steps to curtail the church's power. She knew that Brielle had a deep desire for **** against the queen for that. Brielle was known for her beauty and seductive nature, perfect for tormenting the queen. Brielle stepped into the room, a malicious smile spreading across her lips. She looked at Alana with undisguised contempt, revelling in the fact that she was about to exact her long-awaited ****. Alana's heart pounded in her chest as she noticed the guard's amusement at her predicament."Well, what do we have here the mighty queen Alana or should I use your new name whore."

"Look at you serving your daughter as a maid. My compliment to your dressmaker it suits you so well"Brielle purred, drawing attention to the garments Alana wore. "But perhaps something more fitting for a woman in your position might be suitable".Alana bristled, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks as she seethed with anger. "And yet, isn't it interesting that despite your fall from grace, you still wield influence?". Brielle commented with a sneer."Such a beautiful queen reduced to this, her royalty turned to servitude," she mused aloud, taking in the sight of Alana kneeling at her feet. "Your Highness, is it truly worth it?" Brielle inquired, her tone dripping with mockery. Alana bit her lip, unable to answer such a loaded question., Clarice took delight in watching her mother squirm under the scrutiny of both her guest and the guard. Brielle looked at Alana's messed-up hair. "For a maid, you are wearing far too much make-up and far too much jewellery," Brielle remarked. "Perhaps we can change that", she suggested with a devilish smile. Alana's heart raced, knowing what that likely entailed. She had been hoping to avoid any explicit encounters, but it seemed as though fate had other plans. Alana hesitated, trying to steel herself for what was to come.

"Or maybe we should start with something else first," Brielle suggested, moving closer to Alana. Brielle removed Alana's earrings and bracelets then her necklace from under the new collar and gave them to Clarice. She then went to the corridor and rubbed her hand on the floor collecting some grime and returned and smeared it over Alana's face smearing her once perfect make-up."There you go now you look like a proper maid," Brielle said with satisfaction. "No more looking down on others now," she added with a hint of venom. Alana stood there, tears streaming down her face as the humiliation intensified. Alana's heart was heavy with despair as she prepared the dinner. Despite her previous accomplishments, she now found herself subjugated and exposed. The reality of her situation dawned upon her as she faced an unknown future, stripped of her dignity and power. Clarice, revelling in her control over Alana, relished the sight of her mother in such a compromising position. Feeling completely ****, Alana found solace in the hope that her suffering would eventually end. But as she poured the wine, her fear of the future grew stronger.

She knew that her choices had led her to this perilous state, and the consequences of her actions loomed large. Once dinner had been served Clarice ordered Alana under the table and told her to start cleaning Brielle's feet with her tongue. Clarice sat opposite Brielle and watched the scene unfold. Alana did as she was told and used her tongue to clean Brielle's feet. Brielle enjoyed this act of submission and decided to test Alana further. She pulled off her heels and made Alana continue to clean her bare feet. Clarice observed the scene, feeling a surge of satisfaction as she saw her mother grovel before her. With each pass of her tongue, Alana became increasingly aware of the erotic undertones of the scene. Sensing Clarice's growing amusement, she knew that there was more to come. Meanwhile, Brielle began to feel an intense desire for **** against the queen. She planned to exploit her weakened state for her own benefit. Alana's heart pounded as she sensed Clarice's growing enjoyment of her humiliation. It pained her to think of how far she had fallen – from a powerful queen to a mere pawn in her daughter's twisted game. Brielle used her big toe to open Alana's mouth and **** all of her toes on her right foot into Alana's mouth.

Alana started to lick each one with care, making sure not to miss any dirt or grime. As she did so, Brielle couldn't help but marvel at the spectacle of the once proud queen reduced to this. Her desire for submission had brought her low, and now she was nothing more than a plaything for Brielle and Clarice. Clarice could hardly contain her excitement, watching her mother's downfall unfold before her very eyes. She revelled in the power she held over the once-great queen. Clarice could feel her own strength surging through her veins as she watched her mother's **** attempts to maintain her dignity while under her control. Alana's cheeks flushed crimson, the shame etched upon her face as she struggled to accept her diminished status. Brielle continued to take advantage of Alana's submissiveness, manipulating her into more degrading acts. She directed Alana to clean her feet using only her tongue, leaving no part untouched. This was far beyond anything Alana had ever imagined. Once Brielle was satisfied she asked Clarice "What else does your mother like to submit to?" Clarice smirked, enjoying the moment of dominance. "Well, Brielle, my mother has always been fond of pain"

Brielle nodded understandingly, recognizing an opportunity to further humiliate Alana. "Then why don't we indulge her?" she proposed, her voice laced with sinister intent. Clarice agreed with enthusiasm, eager to witness her mother's demise. Brielle moved towards Alana, drawing out a leather flogger from her bag."She also enjoys bondage being bound and gagged and helpless"Clarice informed Brielle with a cruel glint in her eye."Oh, how wonderful!" Brielle exclaimed, her voice dripping with excitement. Brielle instructed Alana to stand in front of her and Clarice. She bound Alana's hands behind her back with silk scarves, tightening them until they cut into her wrists. Then, she gagged her with the wash rag that Alana had used to clean the shelves, ensuring that Alana was rendered speechless. Alana stared at her daughter and Brielle, her eyes wide with horror. It was evident that she was utterly helpless and unable to resist their will. Brielle grinned maliciously, pleased with her work. Brielle proceeded to whip Alana with the flogger, aiming specifically at her tender areas and causing her to writhe in agony. ****

Alana's moans filled the air, muffled by the gag. Clarice stood beside Brielle, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as she watched her mother suffer. Brielle's every strike sent a shockwave of pain through Alana's body, heightening her arousal. She writhed on the floor, her legs trembling under the strain of holding her body upright. Alana was in a constant state of confusion and shame. The indignity of having her own daughter control her was unbearable. Yet, Clarice revelled in this newfound power, savouring every moment of her mother's humiliation. As Brielle continued to administer the punishment, Alana lost all sense of time. Brielle then picked up the mop and bent Alana over a chair and started to use it to penetrate Alana's ass. Clarice stood by her side, smiling as she watched her mother get fucked by the mop handle. Alana's screams muffled throughout the room, amplifying her pain and humiliation. Her eyes were tear-filled, reflecting the profound betrayal she felt by her own daughter. As Brielle increased the pace and intensity of her ****, Alana's breath came in ragged gasps. She clenched her teeth, determined not to cry out again.

Alana's struggle with her newfound role as a submissive sexual object revealed itself as she tried to reconcile her past with her present. The weight of her secret life crushing down on her, suffocating her spirit. Clarice pushed her boundaries even further, enjoying the pain she inflicted on her mother. Brielle then bent Alana over a table and tied her arms to the legs. She then proceeded to use a whip on Alana's body, striking her flesh mercilessly. The sound of the whip cutting through the air mixed with Alana's tortured cries filled the room. The intensity of the whipping left marks on Alana's skin, a reminder of her humiliation. Clarice stood close, observing her mother's torment with cold detachment. Clarice had always harboured resentment towards her mother, who she believed had neglected her in favour of her own ambitions. Now, she took pleasure in seeing her mother pay for those perceived slights. As Alana lay tied up on the table, her breath came in ragged gasps. The marks left by the whip on her skin spoke volumes about her current predicament. Her eyes met Clarice's, full of pleading and desperation.

But Clarice's expression remained cold and hard, showing no sympathy. Clarice knew that she had finally gained the upper hand in their relationship. With every passing minute, her confidence in her ability to control her mother grew. Clarice delighted in Alana's weakness and vulnerability. It gave her a sense of power and satisfaction knowing that she held her mother's fate in her hands. Clarice looked at Brielle as she stopped whipping her mother. "Brielle is there any activity that this whore could perform for the church?"Clarice questioned with a cold and sharp tone. Brielle paused, considering her options. "I know! How about if she begs us for forgiveness?" She suggested, grinning maliciously. Clarice smiled back, finding delight in Brielle's creativity. "That sounds perfect," she said, her voice dripping with venom. Alana's heart sank as she realized the depths to which she had fallen. Her once mighty position had been reduced to a pathetic display of submission."So whore are you willing to beg for our forgiveness and accept your punishments"Clarice mockingly asks her mother. Alana swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of fear, humiliation, and despair.

She knew that begging would be the ultimate indignity, but she also understood that refusing might lead to worse consequences. From her tied position on the table, Alana had little choice. Tears streamed down her face as she whispered, "Please forgive me." The words felt like a betrayal of her own pride and self-respect, but she knew that she had no other option. Alana had been stripped of her power, dignity, and even her identity, reduced to nothing more than a tool for the amusement and punishment of others."Your role will be to ensure that the kingdom functions smoothly without you directly interfering in matters of governance. If you step out of line, your punishment will be severe."Alana lowered her head, submitting to her daughter's orders. She couldn't deny the truth in Clarice's words; she had brought this upon herself. She vowed to fulfil her new role faithfully, though the thought of losing her throne forever tore at her soul."Tomorrow Mother you will announce that Brielle is to become the new church advisor to the court."Clarice declared with determination, rubbing salt in the wounds of Alana's loss of power.

Brielle thanked Clarice then they sent Alana back to her own chambers to sleep for the night. The next morning, dressed in her finest robes, Alana entered the grand hall where the announcement was to take place. The room was packed with courtiers, nobles, and members of the clergy. Alana stood before the crowd, her face etched with sorrow and defeat. She announced, her voice quavering slightly, "It is my honour to introduce you all to the new church advisor to the court, Priestess Brielle." As Alana stepped aside, Brielle strode forward confidently, captivating the attention of everyone in the room. With a graceful bow, she acknowledged the crowd's applause and began to deliver her first official speech as the new church advisor."My fellow citizens, today we celebrate the beginning of a new era. Under my guidance, the church and its teachings will continue to thrive and prosper in our kingdom. Together, we shall strengthen our bond with the divine, ensuring that the light of justice and righteousness shines brightly in these dark times."Queen Alana stood silently beside Brielle, her expression conveying anguish and defeat.

It was clear that she still struggled with the reality of her new role, yet she dared not challenge the order imposed upon her. Alana's gaze wandered around the room, observing the various reactions among the attendees. Some appeared supportive, while others appeared sceptical or resentful. As she reflected on her situation, a tear trickled down her cheek, blending with the perspiration that had formed on her brow. A servant approached her discreetly, handing her a small cloth to wipe away the tears. Alana nodded her gratitude, subtly signalling her to retreat. She turned her attention back to the podium, trying to focus on Brielle's words. The priestess spoke eloquently about the importance of unity between the church and the royal family, promising a revival of spiritual values and principles throughout the kingdom. Meanwhile, Clarice stood nearby, her expression unreadable. She wore a solemn demeanour, likely masking her true feelings about the unfolding events. Sensing her daughter's coldness, Alana couldn't help but feel a growing chill emanating from her surroundings. As she listened to Brielle's speech, she noticed how the priestess managed to captivate the audience with her charisma and intelligence.

It seemed the kingdom was ready to welcome her leadership in the church, leaving Alana to ponder the implications of this new alliance. Alana steeled herself against the disappointment welling inside her as she watched her daughter assume a role she had once cherished. She could only hope that this sacrifice would eventually bring balance to their relationship and give her a chance to regain some measure of control over her life. For now, however, Alana must learn to adapt to her new role as the puppet queen. The ceremony concluded, and the crowd dispersed, discussing the impact of Brielle's arrival and Alana's diminished status. Alone in her chambers, Alana stared at the mirror, tracing the scars left behind by the whip. A tear slid down her cheek, mingling with the salty sweat from the night's ordeals. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the vast landscape, Alana made her way toward the gardens. She needed a moment alone to gather her thoughts and decide her next move. The moon began to rise, casting a mystical glow on the palace grounds. Alana found solace in the tranquillity of the garden, allowing her mind to drift aimlessly amidst the beautiful flowers and serene fountains.