Chapter 2

This is where we join them now. And this is where the petting gets heavy.

“Do you feel proud, my princess? You should. I’ve never seen such good form as yours.” Alexis was pacing a circle around the panting Princess Berry as she spoke, trailing her fingers over the princess’s cheek and the back of her neck. She stopped when she was directly behind Princess Berry and reached around to cup the princess’s breasts in both hands. The princess’s chest rose and fell more rapidly now as she sucked shallow breaths of anticipation.

With her fingers, Alexis batted at the sleigh bells that were secured to the princess’s sensitive flesh with rough twine. Alexis’s touch was gentle, and the bells made only a soft chime, but the princess was beginning to feel light headed and struggled to stay on her feet.

“Do you wish to have your release now?” Alexis cooed. She let one hand drop to run a finger along the top of the princess’s thigh. “I think perhaps you need it.”

“Shall I lay you down in the grass or shall I take you standing,” Alexis mused as she moved her finger to trace a line in the slippery wetness covering the princess’s inner thigh.

Princess Berry shuddered. Anything, she screamed in her mind, anything to take me over. But the bit lodged tight between her teeth prevented her from offering any suggestions outside of a long, continuous moan, a string of drool over her chin, and an enthusiastic pawing of her boots in the dirt.

“Come, princess,” Alexis said, and led Princess Berry to where a fallen trunk of an old oak lay across the ground. This is where Alexis stopped and encouraged Princess Berry to lean forward over the massive log. “I’ve decided I will take you from behind. Would you like that?”

The princess nodded. The trickle between her legs was turning into a torrent once again. The rough bark of the trunk pressed against her chest, causing her bells to get stuck in the recesses and pull sharply on the twine that connected them to her nipples. Princess Berry moaned.

“I don’t think I need to ask if you’re ready,” Alexis whispered.

Princess Berry shook her head. She spread her feet and arched her back in way of encouragement. She could only imagine what she looked like, how wanton she must be, with her soft womanly folds, flushed and dripping, waiting for her lover to plunder.

And then she felt it. Alexis had entered her.

Princess Berry moaned against the bit in her mouth. She had been waiting for this moment for too long. So long in fact that Alexis seemed impossibly big. She must be using multiple fingers, the princess thought, but she’s so deep. Maybe I’m being fisted.

But Alexis had never had her whole hand inside the princess before, and Alexis was not the kind of girl to do something without seeking the princess’s prior approval. Even the use of the crop had been agreed upon well ahead of today’s encounter. Only fingers and toys were allowed for penetration. And, Alexis carried nothing with her but the crop on their journey. Surely, the handle of the crop could not be so satisfying, the princess pondered.

However, with the next thrust of whatever it was parting her sex, the princess screamed against the bit in her mouth, and the world momentarily disappeared, as her eyes rolled into her head and her first climax threatened to take her very breath away.

The princess clenched at the girth that was splitting her, as her whole body spasmed. She no longer cared to determine the identity of what it was filling her, she only wished for it to continue.

“Mmrph, mmm, mghh,” the princess wailed, as she bucked her hips.

Her bells were well and truly stuck in the bark now, and each thrust tugged at them a little harder, until the princess was quite sure her nipples might be stretched to their limit, they were throbbing so. All the while, Alexis continued her pounding, unabated.

The princess was constantly shuddering now. Even the rough tree bark rubbing against her, abrading the fair skin of her chest and stomach, was not enough to quell the constant assault of climaxes that wracked her body. Somewhere after the forth or fifth orgasm, Princess Berry lost count and consigned herself to Alexis’s strong hands and stronger thrusts.

“Beautiful girl,” Alexis cooed.

Tears of joy and unadulterated pleasure streaked Princess Berry’s cheeks. She was mewling and wailing against the bit, reveling in the heat rising in every part of her body, and particularly enjoying the expert touch of her lover, Alexis. It was at that moment, thinking of all this, that Princess Berry climaxed a ninth—or maybe it was the tenth—time and her world went dark.

The princess awoke to the sweet song of birds from somewhere overhead, and the cool feeling of a mud compress against her chest. She was completely naked. Her boots had been removed, along with her bit and blinders. Her hands were at her sides and no longer bound.

“Welcome back, princess,” said Alexis, as she stroked Princess Berry’s perspiration soaked hair.

“You fainted, yes.” Alexis brushed the princess’s shoulder with her finger and gingerly moved it to just below her collarbone. “You got a little scratched up, so I fetched some mud from the stream bed. Sorry for that.”

Princess Berry reached up to touch Alexis’s cheek. Her arm felt suddenly heavy, along with her eyelids. The words in her mind never made it to her tongue.

When she finally opened her eyes again, they were at the edge of the meadow. Alexis had carried her through the woods.

“Almost there, princess,” Alexis said. “Pretend you’re a bale of hay and no one will know the difference if we’re spotted.”

The princess smiled up at her lover as she was carried. She was too exhausted to do anything else.

You see, dear reader, I told you it would be worth your while to stay engaged in this little tale. But yet, we still have not discovered the location of the mysterious golden strap-on. Not even a hint. Okay, maybe a hint. If you are an astute reader, you may have an inkling of where the item is hidden.

We now join Princess Berry back at the castle for dinner. She has been thoroughly cleaned and dressed by her lover, the family stable master, Alexis, and sent back to her family.

“We missed you in the garden this afternoon,” Princess Berry’s mother, the queen, said while blowing across a spoonful of soup. “I do wish you would take more interest in the family business, rather than doing whatever else it is you do all day.”

“I was having a riding lesson, mother.” Princess Berry kept her eyes on the table as she delivered this half-truth. “In the north meadow.”

The queen pulled the soup spoon from her mouth and dipped it again into the bowl in front of her. A ray of late afternoon sun was slicing through the far window and just happened to glint off of the queen’s broach, a silver casting of a gardenia, one of the family specialties. Princess Berry blinked against the sudden glare cast in her direction.

“Funny,” said the queen, touching her finger to the broach, “I was near the north meadow this afternoon, supervising the collection of turmeric for the soup. I don’t recall seeing any horses.”

“We practiced form in the stable before we set out,” Princess Berry said, not wanting to meet her mother’s eyes. “Or perhaps it was the south meadow. We have so many meadows, sometimes I can’t keep track.”

Princess Berry watched as her mother deposited her spoon in her empty soup bowl with a muted clatter of silver on china. The queen opened her mouth as if she were about to make another inquiry concerning the princess’s day, but just then, the kitchen door opened and a line of servers brought out the main course on silver platters.

Princess Berry and the rest of her family ate in relative silence.

Concerned yet, dear reader? Could the glint of sunlight from the queen’s broach be the same flash that Princess Berry witnessed as she was being trotted out, naked, in the north meadow by her lover? Is their secret out in the open? And where in the name of all that is kinky is this golden strap-on we read about in the title?

Patience, gentle reader, patience. Forge on and you shall find out.

The conclusion of dinner could not have come quickly enough for young Princess Berry. After feigning tiredness from riding out in the warm sun all day, she excused herself to her chambers. And once there, in the relative safety behind her closed door, she could think of nothing but Alexis.

Alexis and her cruel sleigh bells—Princess Berry’s nipples were still aching from the encounter. Alexis and her kind words of praise—with such encouragement, Princess Berry knew that she could bear the weight of any sleigh bells, or the unforgiving bark of a fallen oak. For as long as such words fell upon her ear, the princess wanted nothing more than to give herself to Alexis.

Ah, but with their difference in station, a cruel curse of birth, no such union would ever be forthcoming.

Princess Berry sighed as she undressed. She longed to feel her lover’s rough hands making trails of gooseflesh over her tender skin. She yearned for the tightness of the leather holding her immobile, the taste of the bit that kept her silent and unable to cry out except under the most intense pleasure.

Princess Berry let her hands drift between her thighs as she thought about this. Without Alexis by her side to keep her in check, the princess lacked the will power to stop her explorations, and she quickly sought out her most intimate area. Flopping back on the bed and starting with a single finger, she plunged into her wetness. She soon added another, and another. Nothing of her own hand even approached the feeling of glorious fullness she had experienced down by the stream.

Princess Berry began tugging at her nipples with one hand, sore as they were, trying to recreate the entire experience, thinking maybe the combination of sensations made her overestimate the girth of her lover, Alexis. If only she had an oak tree handy. But, whatever she did only served to leave her more frustrated than before.

The princess blew out a long sigh. “Damn it all,” she said.

Then, still naked, she eyed her bedroom window that had been left open a crack to let in the evening’s fresh, cool air. With a strong push, she manged to open it far enough that she could slip through. And, using the trellis below, she was able to climb down.

It wasn’t until Princess Berry reached the ground that she began to second-guess her hasty actions. She stood in the pale, dim light of a quarter moon, naked and shivering for quite a while before she managed to summon the courage to even walk. Without Alexis praising her, and tapping her with the crop when praise wasn’t enough, each of the princess’s steps was stiff and wooden.

She had only made it half way to the stables when she felt a rough hand covering her mouth. Princess Berry tried to cry out, but it was no use. Her assailant pulled her in tighter. The princess felt a bulge pressing into the cleft of her buttocks. She pulled her arm forward, preparing to deliver a sharp elbow to her unseen attacker, when she heard the words that made her instantly relax.

“You know, it’s dangerous to be skulking around in the dark,” Alexis’s sultry voice reminded her. “Particularly when one is as exposed as you, my princess.”

The princess felt the hand covering her mouth relax.

“Oh, but you’ll protect me from any manner of brigands and wild beasts, won’t you?”

“Yes.” Alexis’s hand had now moved to the princess’s wrist, encircling her and holding her fast. “But you must listen to everything I tell you and do exactly as I say.”

“Are you ready for a game, princess?”

“Tonight?” the princess protested, but then lowered her eyes and simply nodded.

Alexis reached into the pockets of the riding jacket she was wearing and produced two gleaming objects. Even in the scant moonlight, the princess could make out the silver sleigh bells and the attached lengths of twine.