Groped Slut

Last night I dreamt of a dream that had me waking up wet and aching, longing for the perfect world I never wanted to wake up from... 

I was the Queen in Kingdom, you see. The Kingdom was prosperous and the people happy because there were so few boundaries to sex and pleasure. Sex and carnal pleasures are so elemental to our core, yet we have created so many rules and so many taboos of what could be fun to restrict ourselves. 

This Kingdom of my Dreams too had certain rules that dictated our society. One of these rules was that women above the age of maturity could not cover their breasts - it was considered the highest form of insult to the men, the better sex. It was thus made into a crime by my husband, the King, and I being the foremost lady of the Kingdom, lead by example. 

There I was, dressed in scant little bands and jewellery. More clothes and lesser jewels indicated of a poor husband and mine, my master truly, would not have so. And so I was dressed in orange bands that fell from my shoulder tying beneath my breasts, cradling them and thrusting them up. Only this morning, my husband himself bought me new jewellery of these clover clamps studded with green emeralds and diamonds and a chain on them which he claimed would make it easier for anyone to tug on to gain my attention. My sweet and caring husband, hands rough with swordplay and eyes that is the devil, had pinched my nipples red before putting the new clamps on, all the while having asked his servant with the widest cock to fuck his queen's pussy raw. He did not wish for either of us to come; he merely wanted me needy all day for a release. Every whimper I made, had him tightening the clamps a little more. 

Later, when he was satisfied with the morning entertainments, I had been plugged by a small but wide dildo secured by a small chain tied to my claiming chain with around my waist. I had dressed in a simple chiffon skirt. Anyone close could see clearly the marks my husband's tender attentions had left on my body. He had then come up from behind me, his hand snaking down to squeeze my pussy as with the other he put a navel ring on me bearing his mark of the lion on it. Cupping and squeezing my breasts, he planted a soft kiss on my neck - "Until later, my queen. I wish to see your breasts heavy with milk just like my brother's bride. Soon..." I shuddered as he left our chambers.

The maids and the servant had decked me head to toe in jewellery, my brown hair falling down in soft curls. I had then went on to do my duties inspecting the work at our castle, even as every sudden movement made my pussy ache. The chain on my clamps was yanked often, my breasts and my waist touched and groped - some touches I enjoyed, some I enjoyed only because they were beneficial to my own political machinations. A Queen, after all, was the most powerful woman, having the ear of the King and the coffers to make many a men rich. 

It was as I was walking back to my rooms that I saw my dear sister in law, Cara, playing in the swimming pool with her husband a few feet away sleeping lazily in the sun. There were other people around but none has seen yet how Cara's bikini has ridden up to cover her breasts. In our society, it was a faux pass of the highest order, but Cara comes from a far away Kingdom, her skin all pale to our honeyed golden. My husband had not exaggerated - her breasts really did look swollen with milk, her nipples poking through her pale white bikini top. I called her surreptitiously, running my fingers on my own clamped nipples as a gesture for her to fix her clothes. Though she was generally given leeway with a lot of our customs, I knew her negligence would spread around the castle like a wildfire and make her the mockery of many. 

When she still simply inclined her head in a question, I sat down on the edge of the pool and beckoned her closer. With one hand, hidden between us I quickly opened her bikini top and ran a finger over her breasts, lightly pinching her nipple in a little rebuke. My light pinch however, made the princess only moan urging me to do it more. I kneaded her breasts and seeing milk trickling out, bent to taste some. All delicacies of the world aside, she tasted of pure ambrosia and I suckled harder, pumping her breasts more. 

We were soon joined by Cara's husband, who came up behind me and started kissing and nibbling my neck. His teeth tugging my earlobe reminded me of my wedding night, when he had fucked my mouth and ass, as his brother had lain above me buried to the hilt in my previously virgin pussy. As if reading my mind, he whispered in my ear "Cunt... My little cunt queen, how you pleasure the Kingdom with your body..". Yanking on my chain almost cruelly, he pulled my head back by my hair and licked a trail of milk falling down my chin. "Our dirty little queen, you must now suckle on my wife's other breast. The more those teets are sucked, the more milk they will produce for me and my son." He forced my mouth open, spat in it and had me sucking on his wife's other breast. "I can't wait for you to be swollen with child, my whore queen. My brother has promised your body to me and my friends for a whole night once you are bred. A whole night of sinful, painful debauchery." I shuddered even as I heard his dark chuckle behind me. 

I woke later to the real world as I was walking down the corridors to my King's throne room. I woke longing to go back to my dream world, wanting to see what my husband had planned for me. Maybe tonight, I will go visit my Kingdom again.. hopefully.

PS: the picture isn't mine.