Holder of Your Royal Panty Collection

You awaken the next day still feeling horny and unsatisfied. At least you slept well. Your body feels sore from last night. You are slow to untangle yourself from your luxurious sheets, freeing yourself from your bed to rise and stand upon the cold stone floor of your chambers. Sunlight streams in through translucent curtains, baking your naked body in it.

You don't bother with clothing as you make your way around your chambers and through a separate door into your royal bathroom. In here, steam fills the air, warm and soothing against your body as a stone inlaid tub the size of a communal bath is full of hot water, kept at a constant temperature by the magic ruins engraved into it. Stepping into it, you allow your body to sink down into the water, the heat easing away the aches and pains inflicted upon yourself by the bondage play last night.

You could almost forget everything floating here. You close your eyes and for a moment the world fades away. Gone is your sense of self and perception of everything around you. For this moment, you float through a void of nothing but heat and water. Your heart races as another heat dwells deep within you. Your desires returns tenfold after last night. As they always do. What little relief you had is dashed against the rocks like a ship at sea. It's ****.

And it only gets worse as you hear a pair of footsteps upon the tiled floor. You open your eyes to see a pair of figures standing at the edge of your bath. They are indiscernible through the steam. But you know who they are and why they are here. It has been ten minutes since you entered the bathroom, after all. They would have been signaled.

"Your Royal Highness," a familiar, older voice says and you see both figures curtsey. You know instantly that the more hunched over of the two is Corwan, a human woman who served your father as a young soldier but after an injury would become your nanny and later senior maid. "Would you care for assistance?"

It was merely a courtesy to ask, you were not expected to answer anything but an affirmative. You make your way to the edge of the bath and see both figures clearly. The shorter of them, a fair skinned elven woman with tied up blonde hair in a dark maid outfit refuses to look you in the eye. Not out of disrespect but rather protocol. This was Fyn, a more recent appointment to your service, despite looking younger than both you and Corwan, she is almost older than both of you put together, 93, but young for a full blooded elf.

"Your Royal Highness, if you would permit me," Fyn says, hands almost shaking as she holds out soap and a luffer. Corwan catches your gaze and rolls her eyes. You have to fight back the urge to mimic her. Fyn will learn in time that behind closed doors things can be more informal. But for now, she is stuck in the ways she was raised to respect the crown so highly. Even when it comes to a member of the crown that matters so little, such as you.

"Of course," you say and raise your arms as you allow her to reach in and begin to scrub your body clean. Despite her nerves she is rather good at her job. Her hands steady as they touch your body, grip firm and yet soft as she masterfully cleans you. Unfortunately, she may be too good as her hands make sure to not neglect a single inch of you, even your tender body parts much to your chagrin as you are worked up enough already.

If Fyn notices your soft groans, that may be a little more sexual than purely relaxational, or any other physical reaction, she dares not comment on them nor show any other sign of acknowledgement. Corwan comes in and begins to wash your hair. Her strong dark fingers work through your locks the colour of the night sky.

"You've had some changes to your itinerary today, Your Highness," Corwan says.

"Hmm?" You murmur as you fight to keep yourself from rutting against Fyn's damn hands as she washes your lower body.

"Yes. Ash told me she would bring you up to date over breakfast. Said last night you had some requests for today and she has been running around to accommodate them," Corwan makes it sound casual but like everyone here she is working her own angle.

"Right…" you say. You have no idea what Ash is going on about. But it is of interest enough for Corwan to bring up unnecessarily, you can only imagine what the rest of your court is making of this. "What would I do without that woman?"

"You are most fortunate, Your Highness," Corwan says as she moves to rinse your hair. She has known you your whole life, and Ash for that matter. If anyone knew you two were up to something, it would be her. "Just… be careful. Things are a little… volatile right now between your brother's military training and your mother's continued rulership."

There is something to be read between the lines here but you do not get the chance to pry into it as Corwan dunks water over you. The moment passes and no more is said on this as the two maids continue to wash you and then soon are drying and dressing you. As they dress you, you notice something missing. Something very important.

"Corwan?" You ask as Fyn laces up your corset. "Forgetting something?"

"No Your Highness, I don't believe so," Corwan says simply as she brings out your dress for today.

"Perhaps… my undergarments?" You say with a small smirk as you gesture at your bare lower body.

"Ash told me they were not needed for today. She gave me this to give you instead," Corwan says and produces a sealed envelope from amongst the gown. "Would you like me to read it to you?"

"No, I'll read it," you say firmly, your heart skipping a beat. What is Ash's game this time? You take the envelope from her and tear it open.

To Your Royal Highness Princess Bridget Diamonddew,

Don't bother asking for any panties today or the foreseeable future. I have taken them away from you for your reckless and stupid behaviour last night.

Maybe once you show you can be safe and sane I will return them to you. But I bet you beg me not to.

Yours always,

Your Handmaiden and now Holder of Your Royal Panty Collection,

Ash Autumnspire.

P.S. There will be a panty inspection at breakfast, so try and break this new rule at your own peril.

You gasp deeply as your eyes dart across the parchment, right at the same time Fyn pulls sharply on the lace of the corset, **** the air out of your lungs. You have to fight to remain standing as your legs quiver and you almost faint. Immediately, Corwan is at your side, steadying you.

"Too tight Your Highness?" She asks her eyes flicking from your face to the letter

"Something like that," You say, scrunching the letter up in your hand. How much did Corwan see?

"Fyn!" Corwan barks to the elven maid. "Go easy on it… we don't want to suffocate Her Highness."

"Sorry Your Royal Highness," Fyn says, somehow managing to curtseying deeply once more while loosening the lace to allow you to breathe again. "My deepest apologies. Is that better?"

"Quite… alright," You gasp in a breath as Corwan releases you once you regain your balance.

"Want me to dispose of that?" Corwan asks, her eyes glancing once more at the crumpled letter.

"No, I shall handle it myself," you say before tucking the ball of parchment into your now very well secured bosom within the confines of the corset.

Getting dressed continues like normal, minus a set of undergarments, not that anyone could tell with the length of your dress and amount of petticoats. They then assist you to apply makeup, do your hair up and put on a set of towering heels. By then you are ready for breakfast. Corwan escorts you to your family dining chambers. It is empty except for your own guards who take up positions just outside as you arrive. Your mother prefers casual meals in bed these days before she rises for the morning and your brother has been gone for months, while your sister is still abroad and never ate here to begin with.

Corwin disappears into a servant's entrance and returns in short order with a cart of food. A mixture of elven and human dishes littered the cart. Steaming hot meats, freshly baked breads and pastries, perfectly cooked eggs, the freshest of fruits with creamy, rich yoghurt, grains and nuts. Not to mention coffee, tea, juices, milk and water. Enough food to feed a peasant family for three days. And it was all for you.

Each dish had been taste tested already, checked for poisons, that is why your personal guard was here, to ensure that was carried out and no one but you and your own head maid, Corwan, is permitted to touch your food from that moment onwards. She presents a few of your favourite dishes to you on the table before leaving the cart beside you as you dismiss her.

You begin to eat like you do every day but today is different. You feel ****. Despite the big dress you wear and layers of petticoat beneath it that protect anyone else from knowing the fact you are missing one vital part of your outfit, your panties, you still feel it. Even in this room, alone, you feel like any moment Ash or someone else is going to march in here and confront you about it. It thrills you to no end.

The doors you came in open, your guards parting to admit Ash, the woman you have been nervously anticipating. She is dressed similarly to you, a dress cut from the same martial as yours but noticeably less ostentatious, the stitching blending into the gown where as yours looks like it is spun from liquid gold, the fabric dyed a few shades less bright and colourful while it is not as long nor does it have as many petticoats as yours. It shows she is rightfully a part of your retinue and, yet, beneath your station. It also allows her to move a lot more easily than yours would, enabling her to serve and fulfil her duties as tour handmaiden.

"Your Royal Highness," Ash says to you, stopping to curtsey as the doors behind her close. "Good morning. Sleep well after your adventurous night of misbehaviour and sin?"

"Ash," you say, your mouth suddenly dry as you watch her narrowed eyes staring you down. You feel this shift in power between you. Something you graciously allow and even seek out in other situations, such as last night, but having it thrust upon you is… different. It's terrifying, while at the same time everything you have always wanted.

"Use my new title."

"What?"

"My letter, I trust you read it? Use my new title."

"I…" You can feel the heat going to your cheeks as you watch Ash's dark eyes remain locked on you. "... Holder of My Royal Panty Collection."

"Get up and curtsey to me as you say it."

Your eyes must be as wide as the very gold encrusted plates you eat off of as Ash says this… no she commands it. The number of people you have had to curtsey to in your life is… three… three people. Your father, your mother and… your brother. The people that can give you orders are scant few more than that. Ash is violating all forms of protocol and social norms. Even as the personal handmaiden of the Princess, this is way beyond her station. She's not even a lesser born noble.

"You can't say that Ash!" You object, the words coming from your lips before you even think of them.

"I just did," Ash says with a smirk at you as you sit there, frozen. "If you want to stop playing… I will walk out that door right now and we will never speak of this again. Your panties will be returned to your wardrobe. But know this, not only is this your ond opportunity to stop our game before we are locked in but I will no longer provide you any… relief should I find you like I did last night. It is all or nothing Bridget, make your choice."

You remain silent. You are being offered seemingly your wildest dreams but the actual surrendering of control, even to someone you trust as much as Ash, is frightening.

"You asked for this, practically requested it last night. I bet if I told you to, you would have begged for it," Ash reminds you. "I will handle your needs, but with a firm hand, my way, and you either agree to it now or it never happens again." You manage the smallest of nods and Ash nods back, closing her eyes for a second, looking solemn as your relationship changes forever in a mere moment. When she opens her eyes, she has a fire within them. "I said… get off your fat, lazy, pampered ass and greet me properly you royal whore."

Something about the tone of her voice makes you jump up like you never have before. "Good Morning Ash… Holder of My Royal Panty Collection," you say, your lips trembling as little as you perform a perfect curtsey. Gods above, why does that make you so weak in the knees and breathless?

"That's… a start… we'll work on it," Ash says, sounding a little disappointed. You let out a whimper at that. "Now time for your inspection."

"I did as you wished," you say as Ash comes around to your side.

"I'll be the judge of that," Ash says as she pats the empty portion of the table next to your half eaten food. "Bend over." You shuffle over to where she indicates and with a mixture of shame and excitement bend over the table. "Good slut." You shiver at her words only to gasp as you feel her hands pulling your dress up. "Well colour me surprised… I was sure you would defy me."

You tremble as you can almost feel her gaze upon your bare ass. Exposed here over the breakfast table. You move to lean back and stand again, only for Ash's hand to push you back onto the table. "Not so fast," Ash says as her hand moves down and cups your bare butt. "Naughty, girl, daring to move without my word." She removes her hand from your ass only for it to return with ****, slapping against one of your cheeks, hard enough to echo around the breakfast room and making you yelp.

"I know your parents never dared to properly discipline your privileged ass, preferring to inflict it upon others, but you will find I am less inclined to not lay hands on you. That is merely a small taste. Further infractions will result in sterner punishments," Ash explains bluntly to you, something dark in her tone, as she takes your own seat at the table, hand still on your naked, stinging ass cheek.

You can't believe just what happened. No one has dared to lay hands on you. Not your mother, nor your father or even Corwan, as your nanny, growing up. You were still punished when you misbehaved. Privileges stripped away from you, **** to attend additional lessons or… physical reprimands dished out to… Ash. Ash was punished in your stead. Rather than lay hands on you, the heir back then and still now Royal Princess, they would punish Ash. Is that what this is about? You never thought about it before but…

"Breakfast looks good," Ash says, pulling in your chair that she has claims for herself. Her hand rubs your ass as her other begins to pluck at your food.

"Ash… I am…" You begin to say, your heart thumping, only for her to spank your other ass cheek making you wince.

"Quiet," she says and you sniffle. "Toughen up, that was nothing." Her hand continues to rub and caress your big ass cheeks, swapping between them and making you squirm. "Stay still… or do you want another smack? Gods you're pathetic. I have had worse than that on a good day." You try your best to hold still but your butt is stinging and Ash's touch both makes that worse and increases your desire to be grabbed more by her. You can hear her eating your food as she casually gropes your recently spanked ass.

"Your one responsibility this morning is to stay still and on display for me. Shouldn't be two hard, it's basically what you have been doing for the last two decades anyway. Being little more than a symbol for your family. You are not dissimilar to the statues of your ancestors that litter the courtyards. Only you are more pathetic, a living statue, property not a person. But now, rather than being that of your family's or the kingdom's as a whole, you are mine."

You bite your bottom lip hard, holding back a moan as you fight to keep still. Your whole body feels like it is on fire. A slow burn of pleasure and passion that ebbs away at you. Unlike the ragging fire within you of desire. This one actually feels good. Still leaving you wanting, but rather than being bottled up, there is a slow release of pressure. Gods it feels amazing. It's better than anything you ever dreamed of. Even this much control being asserted upon you. It takes every fibre of your being to not beg for more.

"Today we have a full day. I am sure Corwan informed you that I have modified your schedule?" Ash asked. "Don't answer with words… just clench your butt as acknowledged. Push those fat cheeks together." You can't believe you are going to do it but alas it happens. You clench your asshole and feel your cheeks come firmly together. "Good girl." Ahs pets your ass.

"We're going out first, your carriage is being prepared, the landau so that you can greet the commoners and they can gaze upon their Royal Princess," Ash explains and you can't help but shiver as you have a feeling that Ash's plans have been laid very carefully with an intent behind them. "The usual escort will accompany us out through the city and into your ancestral forest where we will enjoy some time in the sun and in nature by the lake. After that… well you'll have to wait and see."

You lay there like a statue on display, ass out, Ash's hand lain upon it and your lips sealed. You feel like Ash is waiting on you for something… oh right. You clench your asshole again and feel her hand squeeze your firm cheeks as they are pushed together. "Good girl," She says and you whimper. "Let me finish up here and we can go out. Time to say hello to your adoring people. I wonder if they would be just as adoring if they knew how much of a filthy slut you are, Your Highness."