The Devil Wears Thigh-Highs

Elise once told me the story of how she first felt attraction to a girl, apparently it was back when she lived in France, on a trip with her parents. They were staying in a hotel that had been created out of an old palace, and she had a separate room to her parents considering... Well... The obvious. See, this hotel, like most, offered room service, which the young Miss Monroe had decided to take advantage of. Delivering her request of wine and chocolate was, in Elise's words, 'some kind of model.' Now, obviously nothing happened, but it didn't stop her imagination from running wild, of a fantasy of being a maid, forced to do whatever her master... Or mistress, desired.

It's really important that I emphasize that this is her deepest, darkest fantasy, and she told me it in trust. I couldn't betray that honesty, so it's not like I could deny her the opportunity. It has nothing to do with the fact just the thought of her in a maid's outfit could make me orgasm by itself. Completely irrelevant. I'm being a supportive girlfriend, definitely not a lecherous cretin.

I am a princess, after all.

After the film had concluded Rouge retreated to her room. At this point we've heard each other having sex so often it doesn't even register that she's still in the house. Maybe that's maturity, maybe it's degeneracy, maybe it's both, not like I care, wouldn't stop me either way. Following an intense make-out session in the living room she'd gone to prepare herself in the bathroom, leaving me to get ready in the bedroom, not like I had much of a costume, just a silk robe covering my lingerie.

I changed and poured myself some wine... Now I wait, until my servant comes to... Service me. I know some people find roleplay cringey, Gabriel and Henry used to make jokes about it to me, until I convinced them to try it anyway! I think there's something deep inside us that wants to take on a different persona, make ourselves more powerful, more confident, more sexy... Or less so. Either way, everyone's got an idea of who they are in their head, and sometimes changing a few details of that idea can be a lot of fun. Especially when it involves Elise.

I hear three rapid knocks at the door, our signal, speak of the devil and she shall appear.

"Enter." I respond in a haughty voice. I usually find myself being the dominant one when it comes to our 'playtime,' mainly because Elise gets off on the idea that I'm this powerful corrupting force and she's powerless against my whims, guess this fantasy just encapsulates that.

The door opens and in walks my maid for the evening. She looks exactly like I imagined, I know a French Maid outfit is a little on the nose, but hey, if it ain't broke! I look her up and down, trying to maintain my superior expression. Everything's perfect, from her make-up, to her apron, to her thigh-high socks, which have become a frequent addition to a lot of our sessions.

"You asked for me, Mademoiselle?" Elise asks innocently, closing the door as she enters and curtsying from afar.

"This room is disgusting, it looks like a whorehouse, do you think me a whore, girl?" I demand. Truthfully, the room is a bit messy, but I mean it's not like- Oh, never mind, she's cleaning the room.

"My humblest apologies, Mademoiselle, I'll clean it immediately." She replies hurriedly.

Part of me is tempted to let her clean the whole place, that way I don't have to bother, but somehow I don't think that's part of the fantasy.

"It seems to me like you've been distracted." I consider. "Come here! On your knees!" I order my servant, to which she throws some clothes into the nearby hamper and obeys my instructions, still wide-eyed, like a deer in the headlights as I stand in front of her. "Tell me, have you been spending your time staring at the knights?"

"Oh no, Mademoiselle, I would never, I only focus on my duties." She answers.

"You're lying, you've been slacking. The prince saw you watching them from the gardens, were you admiring the view? Perhaps what was under that armour?" I mock her. "I think you wanted them to take a break from their riding practice, so they could ride you instead. You did leave this place looking like a whorehouse, it would make sense if you were one."

I can see the flicker in Elise's eyes, it's familiar to me now, it happens whenever I say just the right thing to excite her. That means I'm on the right track.

"No, no, Mademoiselle! I promise, I am chaste, I have no desire for anything of the sort. I live only to serve my mistress." She pleads, with faux shock. I think of where to take it next, we have a safe word set up, 'Switzerland' is neutral territory after all, so until I hear that we can go as far as we want.

"And yet you have left my home a wreck!" I scoff, taking another sip of wine. "Perhaps I should give you to the guards as a plaything... But then... You do seem very loyal."

Elise reaches out and grabs my hands desperately. "Yes, Mademoiselle! I would do anything for you!"

"Anything for me, you say?" I smirk. "Are you saying you would prefer to become my plaything?"

"I-I'm not certain I understand, Mademoiselle" She stutters.

"If you have no desire for the knights, no desire for men, no desire for cock... Are you saying you desire me?" I demand, putting emphasis on each 'desire.'

Elise's hands retreat, to cover her mouth. "Oh, no, Mademoiselle, I didn't mean that, I don't... Feel that way for girls, I just mean that I would accept any order you gave me."

"And if I ordered you to feel desire for me?" I demand. This is my favourite bit, isn't it odd how, in reality, Elise's conflict was so painful, but in a fantasy it's just delectable? The mind is a weird place.

"I... I couldn't do that, Mademoiselle, it's not p-proper for a girl to feel such a way towards a princess." She stammers.

"So you lied to me, you said you would perform any order I gave you, that you would meet my every need." I remind her coldly. "I need you to give me pleasure, to give in to your desire for me, how dare you disobey me!"

I'm not a good actor, but the familiar glint in her eyes tells me it's working just fine. Alright, time to bring it home.

"No, please Mademoiselle! Anything but that, I am a virtuous girl, I cannot have my first time this way!" She begs, unconvincingly even in context. See, there's only one reason the servant would deny their master in that situation, if they secretly wanted to but felt if they did it then they'd be betraying them. A maid who felt nothing would complete the physical act and think nothing of it, after all, what are they but a tool? Ooh, I'm gonna use that.

I open my robe and let it fall to the ground. "You are a tool, your purpose is to serve me, so if I demand your time, your effort, your body, or your virtue, it is mine to take!" I growl. Damn, my knickers feel like they're more liquid than material at this point. Okay, I may have gotten into this. "Do as I say, remove my underwear." I continue.

Elise hesitantly stands and walks behind me to unhook my bra, which falls to the floor, before returning to the front of me and slowly lowering my knickers to the floor. I sit on the bed and lay back.

"Now, please me with your tongue." I demand as I rub my pussy lips delicately. usually I like a little more foreplay, but right now I don't think I could handle it, besides, I've got to stay in character.

"But Mademoiselle, a maid with her mistress... A girl, with another girl, I just couldn't!" She whimpers, returning to her knees on the floor.

"Don't pretend that you have not thought about it before. I gave you an order. Lick my pussy, whore." I reiterate. There it is again. I try to stay away from any major degradation stuff, but a little seems to get her going, so I don't mind throwing it in.

Slowly, and reluctantly, Elise's face gets closer to my crotch, her tongue touching my labia for only a moment before she retreats back from me. That's not enough, this princess needs real service. I grab her head and pull her back into me, and finally, relief. Fuck, I'm sensitive today, all that build up must have done something, sometimes the roleplays can be a bust, but this one... I like this one.

Shit, am I gonna come already? It's only been five minutes. I mean, I guess that's the objective, but still, I need something else... And I know what it is.

"Yes, that's my whore girl, put your finger in my arse, whore girl." I moan. Turns out there's a lot of nerve endings in the arse, and boy have I been enjoying them recently. Elise follows my order and I feel a digit slowly press into my back passage. Hurts a bit without lube, but that could be handy in this situation, gives me a few more minutes before I orgasm, and makes it feel way better when I do. Sex is a strategy game, really.

I can't hold on any longer, a shockwave rips its way through my body, causing spasms across my body, and uncontrollable moans from my lips. I know I should stay in character, keep up the dirty talk, but it's out of reach, all I can think about right now is the pleasure Elise is giving me. Slowly, the ecstasy fades, and my mind returns to clarity.

"You claim not to desire me, yet you did such dirty things to me, you are either deceitful or loyal, but not to worry... I appreciate both." I think aloud, my stuck-up tone returning to my voice. "Remove your dress and lay on the bed. Now!" I bark. I'm sure the character might have argued back, but Elise seems so horny that she stands and removes her outfit, apart from the socks, not that I mind. She sits politely on the bed in her underwear, her legs together and hands in her lap.

"Your reward will be your desire, I will be the one to take your purity." I explain, pushing her to lay back on the bed, and removing her soaked underwear. I insert a single finger inside her, and hear an immediate moan escape her lips. "Do you enjoy that, your mistress, a girl, entering your body? Do you want me to continue?" I ask rhetorically, inserting a second finger, drawing out a louder moan.

Seems like she's not going to last too long either, maybe that's the consequence of us getting better at sex, oh well, not like I have any complaints, my pussy's still tingling from Elise's efforts.

"Do you want me to lick you?" I inquire smugly, Elise nods gently. Not so fast, my little maid. "I can't hear you... I you want me to lick your pussy, to be your first, then beg me, tell me you want to be my slut." I demand, beginning to motion inside of her, increasing the pleasure as I aim for her special spot.

"...Please." She begins. I simply shrug. "Please, Mademoiselle, please lick me." She continues. I raise my free hand to my ear to signify I can't hear her, and increase my rhythm. "Oh fuck, please, Mademoiselle, eat my pussy, fuck me, ruin me, I need it, please." She moans. There we go, see, I know it's time when Elise's character starts cracking, means she's not far off.

I give her what she wants and bury my face into her crotch, I start by gently sucking on her clitoris, before letting my fingers take over, and moving my tongue to her hole, and using it to fuck her, turns out tongues are versatile, they can be as hard or soft as you need them to be, and today? Today I think she needs it hard. My guess proves correct, and soon, Elise is writhing in pleasure, her hands covering her mouth to muffle her screams, she keeps going, at a certain point it starts to become a real worry, did the orgasm switch in her brain get stuck on?

My fears are relieved when she finally settles down and calls for the end. "Switzerland." She sighs, sitting up and kissing me deeply.

"Everything okay, I didn't go too far, did I?" I asks between kisses.

"Fuck no, that was amazing, even better than I thought it would be, you were beyond perfect." She praises me, wrapping her arms and legs around my now standing body. "I had to use the safe word because if I didn't tell you how much I love you my heart would have given out. I really, really love you, Lapin." She clarifies, resting her head on my shoulder.

"I love you too, Moon. I'm glad you told me about this." I answer, stroking the back of her hair as I return the hug. For some reason, I think about my news, now is clearly not the right time for it, right? "I have a job interview." I reveal.

Shit.

Princess Me was way better with timing.