Settling In

The United Kingdom fell into Pandemonium when Kate Middleton disappeared without a trace. The Princess of Wales, darling of the British establishment, beautiful, elegant and beloved, was nowhere to be found, even after a nation-wide manhunt. No one could have suspected that she would have disappeared willingly, so all assumptions were that she had been kidnapped. Obviously she actually had been kidnapped, but besides the clothes left in the hospital bathroom, there were no leads as to her whereabouts or the kidnapper's motive. People began to suspect that, much like Diana, Kate had been done away with by the Royal Family for mysterious reasons. Suspicions fell upon the new King Charles, and even the renegades Harry and Megan, but proof could ever be provided for any of the conspiracies. Nobody could ever know that Kate Middleton was currently cleaning a little house in Slough with a feather duster.

She was dressed in a French maid's outfit with an obscenely short skirt and no panties underneath. Besides that she wore a pair of fish-net stockings held up by a garter belt and a ridiculously tall pair of high-heels. Obviously she felt a bit silly in the whole get-up, and the heels strained her legs, but Master said it helped her clean, so of course who was she to question it?

Kate's days had fallen into a strict routine as set out by her Master. Every morning she would make breakfast in nothing but an apron, then she would undress and wake Master up by servicing his prick with her mouth. After breakfast he would go to work, and she would put on her Maid outfit to clean the house. Sometimes she did feel it was a bit overkill. After a week the place was spotless, but Master insisted that there was always something to clean. She was never to open the door to anyone, or answer the landline, as there were dangerous men out there looking for her. Should they find her they would kidnap her and sell her into sexual slavery, which of course she was horrified by! Master protected her here, and all she had to do was cook, clean and pleasure him in every way she could.

After the first couple weeks Kate had come across a newspaper her Master had been reading, and the picture on it appeared to be her on the front cover! It said something about the disappearance of the Princess of Wales Kate Middleton, and while Kate was sure that was her picture on the cover, it must have been a misprint, because her name wasn't Kate Middleton and she certainly wasn't the Princess of Wales.

Derek had set to work conditioning Kate from the moment she first arrived. Obviously all her inhibitions had to go first, so he let her know that pleasuring him sexually was naturally a good thing, and more importantly, it was also good for her health. After that she'd been positively **** to fuck him at every opportunity, always concerned that she might become unhealthy. After a few days of seeing just how strongly his microchip seemed to work, Derek started instructing Kate that she actually wasn't Kate Middleton, the Princess of Wales, and that this had actually been a horrible manipulation of her mind by the same slavers he'd rescued her from. Kate was now Kitty, and she was eternally grateful to Master for saving her.

He kicked himself a little when Kitty had come to him with the newspaper, insisting how sure she was that it was her on the cover, but he just reassured her that it was the evil programming trying to get into her mind again. Kitty breathed a sigh of relief and promptly threw the paper into the bin, never letting it concern her again.

When Master returned from work Kitty would undress and prepare dinner for him in just her apron, then if he felt so inclined she would suck him off under the table while he ate. In the evening he would enjoy a beer or glass of wine in the living room, sit down on the sofa and kick his feet up on top of Kitty's back where she would kneel down for him and act as a footrest.

Other nights he would have fun with his new pet the moment he finished dinner, having her undress him so he could fuck her in every conceivable way. Derek had never felt so satisfied in his life. There was something so pure and glorious about owning a Princess, especially one that wasn't even aware of the fact anymore. He'd wiped away all her silly little memories and programmed her into the perfect sex toy. It was truly exquisite watching the Princess of Wales and Duchess of Cambridge kneel down naked as the day she was born to suck him off. What an excellent life he now led.