The waiting is the hardest part

Henna was like an excited little puppy dog who had inherited the greatest master, Her every word and every move bubbled with exuberance. She would have stripped Vrasha naked, and fucked her on the ground in front of everyone if she could have.

As for Vrasha she allowed the animated soon to be **** to carry on since it was her last bit of freedom before she officially became a ****. "At least this way I'll get to see first hand what happens when someone becomes a ****," she thought to herself. She turned her attention to Karden. "Minister Karden, I will get to see her go through the entire **** process, won't I?"

"Of course, my lady. We have nothing here to hide. It's all on the up and up, as you will see for yourself."

Karden looked quite sure of himself as he said those words, yet something still bothered Vrasha. Perhaps once she saw Henna go through the process her mind would be put at ease. Or maybe it would arouse more suspicions within her. All she knew for certain was her answers would be found in watching the process, or so she thought.

"Excuse me, but why does the minister refer to you as "my lady"?" asked Henna.

"Well, I am the Princess of Khol-Hon, future Queen," answered Vrasha. "Does this make a difference to you?"

"No, not at all!" she answered excitedly. "In fact I've dreamed of serving or marrying a Princess or a Queen since I was a little girl. It makes me more exited than ever that my dreams are coming true!" She gayly laughed and capered about. "I want to be bound to you forever!"

"Henna, let's see what five years brings us first. After that, we'll talk about forever once you've become free again. Does that sound fair?"

"Yes, of course Lady Vrasha!" She held and kissed Vrasha again as if she'd never let go.

Finally their turn in line came. This was the moment of truth as they entered the building. Before them in the first room sat a rather stout but plump man with a balding head behind a large desk. He motioned for the party to take a seat in front of him. Once they were all seated, he turned to Karden. "Minister, this is indeed an unexpected surprise. To what do I owe the honor of your visit?"

"It is a matter of expediency," began Karden. "This young lady would like to become a ****, but not just anyone's ****. She wishes to become the **** of this woman who is none other than the Princess of Khol-Hon. She wishes to be bound to the Princess for a five year contract. It will be an exclusive contract which gives the Princess absolute control over who can or cannot have any interactions with her once she becomes a ****. Now I know free use is written in all standard contracts, so I'm asking you to do a special contract for this occasion. Would there be a problem with that?"

The man cleared his throat. "Well, since this request comes straight from the Minister himself, I see no problem with it at all. It will be done, and she shall be excluded from free use, exclusibvely bound to the Princess. It is, however, a blood contract. All I need from both parties is their thumbprint in their own blood on the contract right next to their signatures. Do either of you ladies have a problem with that?"

Vrasha and Henna looked at each other, and answered no.

"Good," he said. "Give me a few moments and I'll have a special contratct drawn up for you."