I am Princess Amanda of the land of Amour. One would suppose being the queen’s daughter I have lived a life many of you would hold as ‘pampered’.
Yes, I was treated well and given all (and who) I asked for.
But there was always a tension between my mother and I…
It seems as I mature my sole task is to marry whoever my mother Aphrodite wishes. There are a few problems with this. First I have just bloomed into womanhood and have much to experience before I am married to bind a treaty. I also have experienced the touch of a woman is more inviting than any of that of any of men I have been with.
My mother married my father in one of these type marriage and birthed me soon after… very soon after. Before I was old enough to remember father he died quite suddenly. I have heard the rumors that his death was less than natural and mother’s long relationship with the heathen ruler Arbor lends credence to such stories. Now I am told I am to marry Arbor’s heir Taurus to maintain the treaty.
Let me be generous and say that Arbor displays a touch of human intelligence. His son Taurus shows no hint of anything but male sexual animal instincts. I do not know the politics of these type marriages but I do not have any desire to have this ‘manimal’ using me for his pleasure!
Mother is less than impressed by my refusal to marry Taurus. I am taken from her chamber and brought to the punishment room. I have been here before but only to watch servants be disciplined. Instead of finding a servant bound for a whipping it is I that am restrained.
My chamber maid strips me to my waist. I demand to know what is happening. She sits before me and tells me “I am following your mother’s directive. She has requested Archbishop Wragg to convince you this marriage is in your best interest. Tell me Lady Amanda, are you as wet in your loins as you are when you watch me prepared to be scourged?”
I never thought it was that obvious. I also must admit my nether-reaches are quite moist. I am not looking forward to the archbishop’s visit yet my low lips are soaked. I tug against the restraints binding my wrists overhead and my ankles apart to try to escape what I am guaranteed to get. My efforts gain me nothing. The only way I avoid being whipped is to agree to marry Taurus. I’ll take my punishment instead of that!
My maid leaves me bound as I am. I wonder what she is doing as I stand tiring in my bondage.
Editor’s note: She is reporting Amanda’s unchanging refusal to wed Taurus to her mother Aphrodite.
Hours drag by and servants light torches in the chamber while ignoring me standing bound and sweating. Yes, I am still wet between my thighs…
-Amanda
Tree
Yes, I was treated well and given all (and who) I asked for.
But there was always a tension between my mother and I…
It seems as I mature my sole task is to marry whoever my mother Aphrodite wishes. There are a few problems with this. First I have just bloomed into womanhood and have much to experience before I am married to bind a treaty. I also have experienced the touch of a woman is more inviting than any of that of any of men I have been with.
My mother married my father in one of these type marriage and birthed me soon after… very soon after. Before I was old enough to remember father he died quite suddenly. I have heard the rumors that his death was less than natural and mother’s long relationship with the heathen ruler Arbor lends credence to such stories. Now I am told I am to marry Arbor’s heir Taurus to maintain the treaty.
Let me be generous and say that Arbor displays a touch of human intelligence. His son Taurus shows no hint of anything but male sexual animal instincts. I do not know the politics of these type marriages but I do not have any desire to have this ‘manimal’ using me for his pleasure!
Mother is less than impressed by my refusal to marry Taurus. I am taken from her chamber and brought to the punishment room. I have been here before but only to watch servants be disciplined. Instead of finding a servant bound for a whipping it is I that am restrained.
My chamber maid strips me to my waist. I demand to know what is happening. She sits before me and tells me “I am following your mother’s directive. She has requested Archbishop Wragg to convince you this marriage is in your best interest. Tell me Lady Amanda, are you as wet in your loins as you are when you watch me prepared to be scourged?”
I never thought it was that obvious. I also must admit my nether-reaches are quite moist. I am not looking forward to the archbishop’s visit yet my low lips are soaked. I tug against the restraints binding my wrists overhead and my ankles apart to try to escape what I am guaranteed to get. My efforts gain me nothing. The only way I avoid being whipped is to agree to marry Taurus. I’ll take my punishment instead of that!
My maid leaves me bound as I am. I wonder what she is doing as I stand tiring in my bondage.
Editor’s note: She is reporting Amanda’s unchanging refusal to wed Taurus to her mother Aphrodite.
Hours drag by and servants light torches in the chamber while ignoring me standing bound and sweating. Yes, I am still wet between my thighs…
-Amanda
Tree
