Cursed Heroine - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Frivolous enjoyment

I have Sophia lay on the massage table and dig out the special oil I discovered that housekeeping stocks. It’s a medicinal oil containing a nerve stimulating compound and a mild aphrodisiac, basically makes you feel things much more intensely while heating the body. It’s a favorite of her male family members, but I’m not so hung up on that detail that I won’t use it myself. I start with her back and go much slower than I had in the past, keeping the intensity of the massage low so she won’t pass out again. By the time I’m finished, she is hot and bothered all over, yet too limp to raise her arms. Just how I planned it. I princess carry her to bed and set her down. As I wonder how to remove my nighty, I decide to just try and am relieved that it successfully compressed into its usual flower form as soon as I tried to lift it off. I guess the compressed flower form is still technically worn. Done prepping myself, I hop into bed and begin to caress her body. I massage her boobs, tease her nipples and plant kisses all over her body. The constant moans and begging for release just turn me on more. At this point, I’m pretty needy myself because I’ve used my hands so much. I take her to the brink with my teasing and continue until I’ve reached my limit. Helping her to cum multiple times in a row, I join with her on the final orgasms so I can release my frustration as well. With Sophia successfully sent into a deep sleep, I crawl my own exhausted body back up to her side and snuggle into a deep slumber myself. I of course did not forget to pray just before, as I will need the energy to heal her tomorrow morning, lest I suffer a late princess’s wrath.

“…”~Sophia

“Good morning, Mistress. I’ll go prepare the bath.”~me

“Okay, I think I now understand what you meant yesterday saying it was strenuous. Although you were truthful about your desires, you tricked your mistress. You need some punishment. I have just the thing.”~Sophia

“?”~me

“You will find out soon.”~Sophia

I shrug my shoulders and carry her to the bath. Despite her protests, I proceed to take full advantage of her disabled state and wash her myself. After we have finished our bath, I carry her to the table and go fetch our meals. I once again spoon fed her, sampling the delicacies that are her pouty lips. Finally time to head to her lesson, I pretend that I intend to once again carry her and she finally loses her patience. We are quickly on the way after I’ve healed her.

“You didn’t need to issue an order to heal you. I was only teasing.”~me

“There’s no way for me to just know that! With you, it’s entirely possible you would have decided to follow through with your ploy and actually carry me to lessons.”~Sophia

“A tempting prospect. Would it be a violation of some rule if I did?”~me

“Yes! My rule of not being embarrassed to death!”~Sophia

We arrive at Sven’s study and I am on the receiving end of a long appraising look. The kitchen staff also looked at me funny. Did another strange rumor about me crop up?

“I must say, your maid is much prettier than I had thought she would be.”~Sven

“Isn’t she! I finally found a reason to show her off.”~Sophia

Why does he say I’m pretty when my face is covered by my…it’s gone! I’m so used to it always being there that I hadn’t even noticed.

“Mistress, why is my veil gone? You do realise that this will create trouble, right?”~me

“You finally noticed? I removed it from your outfit. Removing it a day earlier than I had planned is your punishment for tricking me. It will be pointless to wear after the party tonight anyways. Those lust for brains assholes won’t forget about you simply because you put a veil on after the party. If anything, it would only serve to entice them further.”~Sophia

“Couldn’t you have just said I was someone else at the party? Mysterious beauty appears, then disappears?”~me

“Wouldn’t work. Even if they’ve never seen your face, they definitely have an idea of what you look like. I know that you are smart enough to not count on that maid keeping any secrets for you. The palace maids are all under a loyalty contract.”~Sophia

I have no case to argue further. We both get to work with our training and things go as planned through lunch. Today’s archery is cancelled to allow for an early etiquette lesson before the big night. Alice meets us there wearing more appropriate clothes than yesterday including heels as suggested. She even dragged Maria here to join us as well, who surprisingly already knows how to dance. Both are somewhat astonished when they see my face and I ended up spending a few minutes being fawned over like a cute pet. We proceed to dance and I listen in as they chat. The idiot trio are not doing well with their sword practice, barely able to defeat opponents at the same level, some times. I have Sophia pass a message from me, telling the girls to not trust the prince or count on any of the guys. They shouldn’t let themselves be dragged to their deaths by those idiots. We said our goodbyes and headed back to our rooms to rest before tonight.

There are two packages waiting for us when we return. One delivered by the boutique containing the party clothes and another that Sophia immediate hid away that I suspect came from that novelty store. Sensing my overwhelming curiosity, I’m immediately ordered to not peak. As the time draws near, I take out a luxury body cream and apply it after wiping down her body. She instructs me to apply it to myself and I do so without complaint. I then proceed to arrange her hair, do her makeup and nails. My own face requires no makeup because I’ve already maxed out my natural beauty. Fully dressed, we make our way to the castle ballroom.

The ballroom is decked out in luxurious, overly gaudy fashion. Buffet tables of fine food and wine are set up around the sides with servers walking around with dishes and wine sporadically. There is a band sequestered into their own area overlooking the dance floor, playing a light waltz out of sight. Okay, I will admit that it is actually somewhat impressive. The king arrived after everyone else and gave a speech, mostly promoting the crown prince, not the heroes this send off was officially for. I spend the night following Sophia around while ignoring dance invitations. A few try to drag me to the dance floor and end up fainted on the ground. One of the younger princes approached me while I was alone getting food. I followed my order, immediately returning to her side where she proceeded to kindly ask the prince following me not to interfere with my duties. He eventually left in a huff. Sophia didn’t dance at all, only spending time talking with a few of the women present about simple things. I stopped drinking after three glasses of wine. Not because I was being a good girl, but because someone had slipped me something. Lesser cure didn’t work at all, so it isn’t a poison. Letting Sophia know, she said we had stayed long enough, so we left for her chambers.

My body was starting to heat up, so I took a cold bath before helping Sophia with her’s. She had brought that unknown package into the bathroom with us. The bath only bought me a little time and I ended up pouncing on her when she laid down for a massage. She had to use an order to stop me.

“What has gotten into you?”~Sophia

“An aphrodisiac, I think. Someone slipped it into my drink at the party, but I can’t figure out when or how.”~me

She grins in a gloating manner that reveals exactly who is the culprit. I hadn’t been on guard against a certain ally’s debauchery.

“That makes this a perfect time for some revenge. This is an order. For the rest of the night, you will only do what I tell you to do. You are not allowed to complain.”~Sophia

“…”~me

“Good. We can finish my own massage later. Dig out that oil from last night from wherever you have hidden it and thoroughly apply it to yourself. Then go wait by the bed.”~Sophia

Dread! Incomparable dread starts to waft over me. I start to regret my own resourcefulness as I retrieve said oil and proceed to lather my body with it. She watches me from the side while humming to herself happily, carefully observing as I dutifully push myself further into obscenity. I notice her pick up that box as I leave the bathroom and wallow in my molten body as I wait for her. She comes out a few minutes later wearing a light brown halter corset that has nothing covering the breasts and only a mini skirt-like flared bottom to cover the nethers. It is complemented with high heel boots covering up to her thighs that look soft enough to fall to her ankles if not for the leather garters extending from under her skirt. She holds a short soft-tassel whip in her hands.

So dom!

“You’ve been a bad kitty recently and need to be punished.”~Sophia

“YES! Please punish me, Mistress!!!”~me

“My shoulders are stiff from wearing such trendy clothes for hours in a rigid posture. Start your repentance by massaging them to work out the kinks.”~Sophia

“YES MISTRESS!”~me

I’m so excited at this point that I can no longer tell if I’m complying due to her order or if I’m taking the initiative myself. She sits on the bed and I position myself behind her to begin my massage

“That massage was pathetic, present your rear for your punishment.”~Sophia

It was not pathetic, maybe a little rushed due to my excitement, but still passable. I promptly present my rear and receive several hits to my butt. A weird sensation surged through my body as my molten heat turns the pain into something much more pleasurable.

“My feet are sore from standing all night at the party. Help me out of my shoes and massage my feet.”~Sophia

I remove her boots and massage her feet while being extra careful to do a good job this time. I’m punished anyways, presenting my back with the arms up as she whips me around my sides. A few tasks later, I’ve figured out that the punishment will come regardless and I’m finding myself eager to receive. My frustration from the continuous use of my hands has long since reached boiling and the pain that transforms into that strange pleasure is somewhat reducing my inner heat.

“I’ve gotten wet. Clean it up.”~Sophia

I proceed to thoroughly eat her up! I was so proficient with my work that she couldn’t think straight during the process to form a coherent thought. I finish to find her in a pleasing mess, just a small push from being forced over the edge.

“Pleasure your mistress.”~Sophia

She issues this last, very open to interpretation command and strips off the rest of her clothes. Our romp in the sheets thereafter would cause even a succubus to blush. Neither of us is going to move well in the morning.

NightOps