Crowns

The next day dawned and Missandei had to **** herself to wake up as she was tired from the night before. She had to play her role of a Queen’s advisor and hide her true feelings from the woman she had come to love and now had to dominate and hurt. She went to Daenerys’s chambers to wake her and found her lying on her stomach with her hands above her head. Missandei pulled the blanket back and saw the bruises on her body from the night before and felt a pang of regret. She kissed her gently on the forehead and whispered "Good morning my Queen." Daenerys stirred and looked at Missandei with tired eyes "Take me back to your chambers I cannot take another day of this." Missandei nodded and unlocked the chains and collar from Daenerys and helped her to her feet. She picked out an elegant dress that barely covered her bruises and they both went to the throne room.

Daenerys sat on the throne feeling more stressed than ever. She had never felt so out of place and she wished she could just get up and leave but she knew she had to play the part. The day dragged on and she found it hard to focus on anything. She was lost in her thoughts of the previous night and how much she had enjoyed serving Missandei and her newfound role. Finally, the court was dismissed and she was able to retreat to her chambers where Missandei was waiting for her. "I need this again tonight Missandei. I need to be controlled and used I cannot handle being in charge."

Missandei nodded understandingly and helped her queen to her feet. She knew that tonight she would need to push the boundaries even further to help ease Dany's stress. "Come my queen let us get you ready for your service." She led Dany to the private chamber and had her strip down to nothing but her collar and shackles. Daenerys could feel the difference in them now; they were cold and harsh, with the metal flat against her skin, the fur lining removed. These weren't roleplaying tools now- they were the brutal tools of enslavement, and the feeling of the harsh metal irritating her skin caused Dany to grow slick with lust.

Missandei looked at her queen's long silver hair and decided it was time for a change. "You will look much better without this hair, it is too regal for a mere servant." She picked up a sharp blade and a basin filled with water and herbs. She told Dany to kneel on the floor as she began to shave her head. The cold steel of the blade scraped against her scalp sending shivers down her spine as the long locks fell to the ground. Missandei took her time, her strokes sure and firm, occasionally pausing to let Dany feel the coolness of the water against her skin before continuing. Dany felt a mix of fear and excitement as she watched her identity as the Queen of Dragons fall away with her hair.

Once the last strands were gone, Missandei took a smooth stone and began to rub Dany's head in a circular motion, the roughness of the stone against her sensitive scalp sending waves of pleasure through her body. Dany had never felt so exposed and **** in her life, but she found comfort in Missandei's touch. The sensation was almost meditative, and she could feel her stress melting away as Missandei worked. "You see, my queen, this is what true power feels like, to submit completely and still maintain control over your own mind."

Missandei took the shaved hair and began to weave it into a wig, her nimble fingers working tirelessly. "This will be your crown now," she said, holding up the finished product. "You will wear it in public, a reminder of who you truly are when we are alone." Dany felt a thrill at the idea of hiding in plain sight, her true self known only to her and Missandei. She took the wig and placed it on her head, feeling the coolness of the silver against her skin. It was a perfect fit, as if it had always been meant for her. Missandei reached forwards and plucked it off, the cold air on Dany's smooth scalp sending her straight back into the present. It was like Missandei has just reached out and removed her identity from her.

The next day was the same, a never-ending procession of petitions and decrees. Dany felt the weight of the crown through the wig on her shaved head, a constant reminder of the game they played. She couldn't focus, her thoughts consumed by the anticipation of the night to come. Her eyes kept flicking to Missandei, who remained ever-professional, giving nothing away. The court was unaware of the power dynamics shift behind the scenes, and Dany found that thrilling.

When the last petitioner had left, Dany's voice was hoarse from speaking, her eyes red from the effort of hiding her true feelings. "Missandei," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I can't do this anymore." Missandei's expression softened and she nodded, understanding what her Queen meant. The game was no longer just a game for Dany; it had become a craving, a need she couldn't ignore.