weeks

Unlike what you thought, it took weeks before Trystan finally came for you. Most of the time you were held in tight bondage. You were allowed some of freedom of movement (still in bondage – just looser shackles), under constant watch... four hours a day.

But most surprisingly, that entire time, no one fucked you. Sure, the bondage was nice - the feeling of restriction and lack of control over situation was driving you crazy with lust... you were dying from anticipation. You were sure, that whatever **** they would start with, the moment they would start, you would have an orgasm of your life.

Finally Trystan arrived. This day you were bound the same way, as your first day.

He stud before you and looked at you appraisingly. When you first met him, he wore a peasant's rags... he was filled with rage and desire of ****. Now, he was wearing noticeably better clothes and carried himself more confidently – like a man in control. His eyes through – they made you shudder. The burning rage and desire for **** were still there, but they were hidden behind cold and calculating demeanour.

“You have to know, that there were some changes in the country. Some rearrangements, had to be made. The country is now a republic – ruled by a common people. The nobles were decimated, most of royals, either fled or were captured.” You moan loudly as he puts two fingers inside your pussy, that's the first penetration you had in weeks. “I had a talk with your servants. They told me about your... particular needs.” He put a finger over your clit. “Give me word that you will behave yourself and follow instructions and I will allow you to cum now.” Barely able to think with something filling your pussy, you nod eagerly.

He nods and moves his hands. Exactly 3 times. That how much you need to climax. First climax after so long, was enough for you to pass out. When you came to, you felt much better. The lust that clouded your thoughts was mostly gone. Your thoughts were clearer now. You still were horny, through...

You noticed a couple of female servants in your cell. They unshackled you then took you to baths. You fallowed them without complain. You were genuinely curious what Trystan prepared for you. The servants bathed you thoroughly, then perfumed you – they used the best of you perfumes. They combed your hair into a lose bun, and secured it with 2 long steel needles. During entire process maid-servants insulted you verbally, smacked and pinched your bum and breasts. They weren't hard – by the end of it, there was not even a trace on your skin. You looked exactly as you usually did before your imprisonment. But their actions did excite you.

Then you were given a clothes. You put on a white evening gloves, black garter-belt and black stockings with lace tops. You then put on the dress. The red dress with collar around your neck, fitting for this situation. It left your back bare. On the front there were two strips of material, going from the collar to the middle of your stomach, that 'covered' your breasts, but left much of the cleavage for world to see. Below the waist dress reached your ankles. There was also high cut, to show of your leg... it almost reached your waist and showed stocking and garter strap... and you were given no panties.

Then Rolland stood behind you and bound your hands behind your back.

Lastly, to your surprise, a crown was put on your head.

“Finally, prepared for the show, I see.” Trystan said “Come.”

You follow him with your head held high – you are a royalty after all. You can guess what he will do. It's more humiliating to degraded a person in high position – a queen, rather than a naked woman.

Just what have Trystan prepared for you?