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2024-02-06 12:23:50 +0000 UTC View Post

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2024-02-06 10:13:09 +0000 UTC View Post

Story Part 2 Princess Anna's eyes narrowed with a mix of ir..

Story Part 2

Princess Anna's eyes narrowed with a mix of irritation and cunning as she questioned Oliver about the inadequacy of his work. "Why, Oliver, did you not do a proper job with my shoes?" she demanded, her tone cutting through the air.
The servant hesitated, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an explanation. "Your Highness, I apologize, but I couldn't find a rag to polish them," Oliver stammered, hoping for leniency.

A sly smile played on Princess Anna's lips as she seized the opportunity presented before her. "No rag, you say?" she mused, her voice taking on a more mischievous tone. "Well, Oliver, in situations like these, one must get creative, don't you think?"
Oliver, confused yet intrigued, nodded hesitantly. Little did he know that Princess Anna was about to exploit his weakness. She stepped closer, her gaze fixed on him, and she could sense the vulnerability in his eyes.
"Since you couldn't find a rag, I suppose you'll have to use another method," she said, her voice lowering to a suggestive whisper. "Why not use your tongue, Oliver? Lick them clean for me."
His eyes widened in surprise and disbelief, a blush creeping up his cheeks. Princess Anna, however, remained composed, her smirk growing more pronounced. She had successfully cornered him, and the realization seemed to dawn on Oliver as he reluctantly nodded in obedience.
Under the watchful eyes of the cunning princess, Oliver knelt down and began to delicately lick the surface of her shoes. Princess Anna reveled in the power she now held over him, the satisfaction evident in the subtle curve of her lips. The room filled with an air of suspense, a moment frozen in time as the princess orchestrated this unexpected display of submission.
As Oliver continued his task, Princess Anna's confidence surged. She felt the pulsating energy of control coursing through her veins. The game had just begun, and she knew that Oliver was ensnared in her web. She relished the power she wielded, savoring the sweet taste of victory in this calculated maneuver.
With a triumphant gaze fixed on Oliver, Princess Anna marveled at the effectiveness of her plan. The palace walls echoed with the quiet sound of Oliver's compliance, the first note in a symphony of manipulation that promised to reshape the dynamics between the princess and her devoted servant. The stage was set, and Princess Anna reveled in the newfound potency of her influence. Little did Oliver know that this was only the beginning of a carefully choreographed dance where each step would lead him further into the intricate web of Princess Anna's desires.

The next day, Princess Anna summoned Oliver once again, her eyes gleaming with a calculating glint. She beckoned him into her presence, her expression a subtle mix of innocence and mischief.
"Oliver, today, I have a special task for you," she announced, her voice tinged with sweetness. "My cook has fallen ill, and I need you to prepare a meal for me. Can I rely on you to do that?"
Oliver, ever the dutiful servant, nodded without hesitation. "Of course, Your Highness. I'll do my best to prepare a suitable meal for you."
As he began to gather ingredients in the royal kitchen, Princess Anna positioned herself in the sitting area, her feet resting on an ottoman stool. She knew Oliver's weakness all too well, and today was yet another opportunity to exploit it. With a subtle smirk, she allowed him a clear view of her perfect little soles.
"Oliver, as you prepare the meal, I need you to be attentive to the details. Cooking is an art, much like polishing shoes," she remarked, her tone implying a connection between the two seemingly unrelated tasks.
Oliver, absorbed in the culinary preparations, cast glances toward the princess. The sight of her delicate feet left him momentarily entranced. Princess Anna reveled in the power she held over him, utilizing his weakness to her advantage.
Once the meal was ready, Princess Anna, with a satisfied smile, beckoned Oliver to present it before her. "You have done well, Oliver. I knew I could trust you," she praised, her eyes never leaving his.
As Oliver bowed in gratitude, Princess Anna continued to weave her manipulative web. "You know, Oliver, I find your dedication quite endearing. Perhaps, there's more you can do for me," she suggested, her tone hinting at hidden desires.
She then instructed Oliver to massage her feet as a reward for his culinary efforts, ensuring that his weakness became another tool in her intricate game of control. Princess Anna reveled in the exquisite satisfaction of bending Oliver to her will, his every action a testament to her ability to manipulate his deepest desires.
With each passing day, the princess found new ways to exploit Oliver's vulnerabilities, creating a tangled web of control and submission. Little did Oliver suspect that he was becoming a pawn in Princess Anna's grand design, each task and request drawing him further into her cunning realm. The dance continued, a symphony of power and desire orchestrated by the seemingly innocent yet masterfully manipulative Princess Anna.

2024-02-02 19:42:25 +0000 UTC View Post

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2024-01-31 17:01:48 +0000 UTC View Post

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2024-01-30 10:43:03 +0000 UTC View Post

Story time!!! The Princess of Eldoria and her foot slave Pr..

Story time!!! The Princess of Eldoria and her foot slave

Princess Anna, the jewel of Eldoria, was a vision of captivating beauty that contrasted with her demanding nature. With her charming smile and brown eyes that sparkled with mischief, she could easily disarm those who crossed her path. Her allure lay in a delicate balance of cuteness and an underlying air of authority.

Adorned in a striking black dress that accentuated her regal presence, Princess Anna carried herself with grace and poise. Her long, flowing brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face like a cascade of silk. Despite her petite stature, she possessed an undeniable aura of power, ensuring that her every whim was met without question.

Princess Anna had mastered the art of soft spokenness, her voice a melodic symphony that could soothe the senses. Her innocent appearance belied the cunning mind within, capable of formulating requests that left no room for refusal. Those brown eyes could transform from sweet and inviting to piercing and demanding in an instant, reflecting her unyielding expectations.

Accustomed to a life where desires were fulfilled at the snap of her fingers, Princess Anna had developed an almost magical ability to get what she wanted. Beneath the facade of cuteness lurked a shrewd and calculating personality, making her a force to be reckoned with in the royal court.

In her black dress and with a crown atop her head, Princess Anna was the epitome of royal elegance, a deceptive charm that masked her more demanding and capricious side. Her beauty and cunning nature made her a captivating enigma, leaving those in her presence simultaneously enchanted and wary of the whims of the royal princess.

Within the grand court of Eldoria, Princess Anna was surrounded by a retinue of servants, each attending to her every need. However, amidst the array of attendants, there was one youung man who had captured her attention — a boy named Oliver. Unlike the others, there was an air of genuine kindness and humility about him that intrigued the princess.

As she observed Oliver moving about his duties, Princess Anna couldn't help but notice a particular fascination in his gaze. She was well aware of the allure her beauty held, but there was something more specific that seemed to captivate him — her small, delicate feet. Oliver had a weakness for feet, and Princess Anna, with her keen sense of observation, saw an opportunity to use this to her advantage.

In the evenings, she would summon Oliver for special tasks, strategically placing herself where he could catch glimpses of her beautiful small feet. She would approach slowly, perhaps dangling her feet or subtly drawing attention to them, all while maintaining an air of innocence. Princess Anna was testing the waters, teasing Oliver to see if her enchanting display had the desired effect.

After a few days of this subtle game, Princess Anna decided to take her plan to the next level. She summoned Oliver to her chambers and, with a coy smile, asked him to clean and rearrange her room, emphasizing the meticulous care she expected. "And don't forget to check if my shoes need polishing," she added, her tone demanding and expectant.

Oliver, eager to fulfill her wishes, meticulously worked on the tasks assigned to him. However, Princess Anna had a keen eye for detail, and when she inspected his work, she found a flaw – her shoes were not perfectly clean. Her demanding nature surfaced as she expressed her dissatisfaction.

"Oliver, I expect perfection in everything. My shoes should gleam like mirrors, but I find them lacking. Do you not understand the standards I require?" she scolded, her brow furrowed with displeasure.

As Oliver apologized and promised to rectify the oversight, Princess Anna knew that her plan was working. She had discovered Oliver's weakness, and she intended to use it to maintain control. The subtle game of manipulation and desire had only just begun, leaving both Oliver and Princess Anna entangled in a complex dance of power and attraction.

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