Permanent Preparations

The next evening, Missandei had taken her place behind the desk, her dark skin contrasting with the rich fabric of the royal robes. The crown sat atop her head, a symbol of the power she now wielded, and she felt a strange mix of excitement and dread. Dany knelt on the floor, her shackles and collar gleaming in the candlelight. Missandei had never seen her look more beautiful, more ****. She spread her legs wider, revealing her dripping wet pussy. "Begin," she ordered, her voice firm and commanding.

Dany didn't hesitate. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to trace the outline of Missandei's pussy. Missandei's breath hitched as Dany began to worship her with her mouth, her tongue delving deep and her teeth grazing against her sensitive clit. She knew she had to maintain her composure, to keep her true feelings hidden from Dany, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Her thighs quivered as Dany's mouth worked its magic, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

Missandei picked up the quill and parchment, her hand steady despite the sensations coursing through her body. She began to write a letter to Sansa, her words deliberate and precise. "My dear Sansa," she began, "I find myself in need of your counsel regarding a matter of great importance." Dany's muffled moans grew louder as Missandei described their sessions, her language blunt and unmistakable. She wrote of the thrill of watching Dany squirm beneath her, of the power she felt when she claimed the Queen's body, and of the strange, twisted love that had grown between them.

Daenerys, kneeling naked beneath the desk, felt Missandei's legs tighten around her head as she worked her tongue in rhythmic strokes. Her own breath was ragged with the effort of not letting her moans of pleasure distract from her task. She could feel Missandei's wetness coating her face, her essence mixing with her own sweat, and she knew that soon her Queen would climax. The metal of the shackles and collar bit into her skin, a constant reminder of her servitude, and it only added to the intensity of the moment.

Missandei's hand rested gently on the top of Dany's head as she wrote, guiding her movements to ensure she hit all the right spots. Her hips bucked slightly as she approached her peak, the words on the parchment becoming less legible. She knew that she had to keep up the façade of the Queen in control, even if it meant denying herself the full release she craved. The letter she was writing was a declaration of their new reality, a request for Sansa's assistance in making the role reversal a permanent part of their lives. The very thought of it sent a shiver down her spine.

Daenerys felt the change in Missandei's movements, the tension in her thighs, and knew her queen was close. She doubled her efforts, eager to please her, to be the obedient servant she was meant to be. The taste of Missandei's arousal filled her mouth, the sweet musk of her desire a potent aphrodisiac that made Dany's own need burn brighter. The shackles bit into her wrists and ankles, a stark reminder of her new place in the world, but instead of fear, she felt a deep sense of belonging, a strange peace that she hadn't known in a long time.

Missandei's hand clenched in Dany's hair, her hips bucking against her face as she reached her climax, her cries muffled by the desk. Dany lapped greedily, savoring every drop, feeling the power in her submission. The act of serving Missandei was more than just a physical release; it was a balm to her soul, a way to ease the burden of ruling.

As the words flowed from the quill, Missandei's orgasm tapered off. She sealed it with a blob of wax and pressed her ring into it, the crimson seal of the Targaryen dynasty- a ring and a seal that would soon be hers permanently. "Take this," she said, her voice tight with arousal. "Deliver it to Lady Sansa and tell her that we wish to make our arrangement permanent. She holds the key to your continued freedom, so speak to her with respect."

Daenerys took the letter in trembling hands, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and fear. She had never felt so exposed, so ****, but the thrill of it was intoxicating. Without a second thought, she rose from her knees and walked out of the chamber, the shackles jingling with each step. Her bare feet slapped against the cold stone floor, the only sound in the otherwise silent corridors of the palace. Her naked body was adorned only by the metal collar around her neck and the manacles that bound her wrists behind her back. The air was cool against her shaved scalp, a stark contrast to the warmth of the royal - Missandei's - chamber.

The guards lining the corridors paid her no heed, their eyes cast down in respectful deference, assuming she was merely another servant on an errand. The torches flickered overhead, casting a warm glow that danced off the metal of her shackles and painted her bald head with an eerie red light. Her steps grew more confident with each passing moment, the weight of her new role pressing down on her in a deliciously oppressive manner. She felt like a different person, stripped of her titles and her power, and yet more alive than she had in years.

Daenerys reached Sansa's chamber, her heart hammering in her chest. She knew she was taking a risk, but the thrill of it all made it impossible to resist. The door was open, and she stepped inside, her eyes immediately finding Sansa, who was lounging on a plush chair by the fireplace, sipping wine from a goblet. The room was filled with the sweet scent of incense and candles, and she could feel the warmth enveloping her as she approached.

Sansa's gaze swept over Dany's naked form, lingering on the shackles and collar that marked her as Missandei's property. A smirk played at the corner of her mouth, and she set the goblet down with a deliberate clink. "What is the meaning of this?" she asked, her voice cool and regal.

Daenerys, her eyes cast down in submission, held out the letter with trembling hands. "Queen Missandei commands that I give this to you, Lady Sansa."

Sansa took the letter, her eyes narrowing slightly as she read the wax seal. She looked up at Dany, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Ah, the Queen sends her little messenger. How... quaint." She took the letter, breaking the seal with a flick of her finger. The parchment crackled as she unfolded it, her eyes scanning the words written there.