Chapter two.

Queen Alana crept into the palace in the dead of night after her visit to Madam Sage's brothel in the town. Unfortunately, her long-time maid Helga was waiting in her chambers and caught her. Now Alana was going to suffer at the hands of her maid by playing some role reversal. It seemed as if time stood still for the Queen as she realized that her cover had been blown, leaving her **** in the hands of someone she trusted deeply. She knew well enough that Helga would never hesitate to report her indiscretion to the rest of the court, which could bring about a major scandal. The room was silent as Helga held the Queen's gaze, her green eyes brimming with disdain and disappointment. "I can't believe you, my lady," she said, her voice laced with sadness. "Your father would be so ashamed of you." The words struck Alana like a knife through her heart, knowing how much she loved and respected her late husband. Her mind raced as she tried to think of an explanation that would appease Helga and prevent her from reporting the incident to the court. "Please Helga do not say anything to anyone and I will do anything you may ask," said the Queen in a pleading tone.

Helga sighed deeply, clearly conflicted. "Very well, Your Majesty. But remember, your actions have consequences. I know where you have been and I hope Gretchen my sister pleased you. You say you will do anything well how about in private you serve me." Helga proposed with her tone hardening. Alana felt a mixture of shock and arousal at the thought of submitting herself to Helga her maid, someone she'd always seen as a mentor and confidant. "Of course, Helga. What would you like me to do?" Her reply was swift and decisive. "Kneel before me and kiss my feet as an act of submission and call me Mistress from now on" Feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment, Alana lowered herself to her knees and pressed her lips gently against Helga's feet. "Yes, Mistress Helga," she replied, her voice wavering slightly. As Helga observed the newfound submissiveness of her Queen, a wave of satisfaction washed over her. She couldn't help but feel triumphant knowing that she now held control over Alana. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Helga instructed Alana to undress completely. Her heart pounding in her chest, Alana slowly began to peel off her layers, revealing her flawless skin beneath.

Each piece of clothing falling away felt like a small defeat, another shred of dignity stripped away from her. Yet, despite her humiliation, a newfound fire burned within her as she saw Helga's eyes widen with surprise at the sight of her royal body. It was clear that Helga had never imagined her queen to look so **** and exposed. Despite the shame she felt, Alana couldn't help but notice the way Helga's eyes lingered on her curves, her fingers subtly caressing her skin. This only served to ignite an even greater desire within Alana, making her yearn for the touch of her former confidant. Helga stripped herself and then took the royal robes Alana had been wearing a wore them herself. She topped off the look by donning Alana's crown. The symbolism was not lost on either of them; Helga had indeed assumed control over the Queen. With the weight of the crown upon her head, Helga felt a surge of power and determination fill her core. If she had to play this game, she would play it well. "Now I cannot call you your majesty when we play our little reversal of power. What should I call you I will allow you to decide" said Helga, her voice dripping with authority.

Alana's mouth went dry as she considered what name she might choose for herself in this situation. She wanted something that would hint at her submission without giving away too much about her true identity. After a moment's pause, she finally spoke up. "I will be known as 'Lady Serena,' Mistress Helga." Helga nodded approvingly, a smirk crossing her face "No you will not be a Lady you will be known as maid Serena" Alana's stomach turned at the thought of serving Helga as a lowly maid, but she kept her composure, nodding her head. "Very well, Mistress Helga." "Now Serena where should start? I know put on my maid's clothes your body is too distracting when you are naked." Helga explained as she handed over the attire. Alana nodded obediently, taking the garments from Helga and quickly changing into them. She felt a twinge of shame as she realized she'd been reduced to nothing more than a servant, yet her body was still being admired. As she adjusted her maid's uniform, she couldn't help but wonder if Helga intended to use her appearance as a tool for her own gain.

"Now Serena you can take this mop and bucket and start washing the floor," Helga ordered, pointing towards the mop and bucket. Alana's cheeks flushed with anger, but she **** herself to swallow it down. Instead, she picked up the mop and bucket, careful not to let her trembling hands give away her inner turmoil. As Serena began her duties, she couldn't help but notice the amused glint in Helga's eyes as she watched her former Queen scrub the floors. It only added fuel to the fire, further stoking the raging jealousy and resentment she felt within her heart. Alana couldn't deny the fact that she was genuinely enjoying the feeling of servitude, allowing her to indulge in a side of herself she'd never explored before. Each task assigned to her, from cleaning the floor to preparing tea, brought forth a sense of satisfaction and release that she hadn't experienced in quite some time. Meanwhile, Helga basked in the newfound power she held over the once-powerful Queen. She relished the sensation of having complete control over someone who had previously been untouchable. As she watched Serena work diligently, she felt a growing desire building within her, fueled by the very person she had just humbled.

Feeling confident in her dominance, Helga decided to push her luck even further. She called out to Serena, summoning her over. "Come here, Serena," she commanded, her voice cold and authoritative. Serena, her hands trembling from fear and excitement, hurried over to Helga's side. Once there, she bowed her head respectfully, her gaze locked on the floor. Helga smiled, revelling in the feeling of having complete control over Serena. "Now, Serena," she began, her voice low and seductive. "You have been such a bad little maid tonight. I think it's time for you to receive your punishment." Helga said to Serena. Her words sent a thrill running through Serena's body, causing her to shiver slightly. "Yes, Mistress Helga," she replied, her voice thick with anticipation. "My sister told me that you like bondage is that correct Serena?" Helga asked, her voice dripping with malice. Alana's heart skipped a beat as she nodded her head slowly, trying to maintain eye contact with Helga. "Yes, Mistress Helga," she responded quietly, her cheeks burning with shame. Helga smiled wickedly, enjoying her newfound power over the fallen queen. "Then it seems you'll need a suitable punishment for your poor performance tonight"

Helga reached into the draw, pulling out a pair of leather cuffs."These should do nicely" she announced, holding them up for Serena to see. Serena swallowed nervously, feeling her pulse quicken as she looked at the cruel, yet erotic bondage apparatus. "I want you to wear these cuffs while performing your duties as my maid. They will remind you of your place in your own chambers and help keep you focused on your responsibilities" Helga explained, a sinister smile spreading across her face. Serena nodded obediently, knowing that resisting would only make matters worse. With trembling hands, she allowed Helga to secure the leather cuffs around her wrists, ensuring they were tight enough to serve as a constant reminder of her position. As she stood there, bound and helpless, she couldn't help but feel a thrilling mix of humiliation and arousal coursing through her veins. Overwhelmed by the sudden change in their dynamic, Helga's mind raced with possibilities. She knew that she held all the cards now – and she was determined to play her hand well. After a night of serving Helga, Alana was finally allowed to head to bed.