Her Punished Sissy Maid

The Princess wants me in her bed. The Queen wants me under her control. And both of them want to see just how far they can push their newest servant before she breaks.

One week into my new position as a royal maid, and I've already broken the most important rule: don't let the Princess seduce you. But the Queen doesn't want to fire me. She wants to punish me.

The Queen works my body like an instrument, pushing me to the edge of release only to lock me back up in something so small I can barely breathe. Every lash of her crop teaches me obedience. Every stroke of her hand teaches me desire. And the collar around my neck?

That's teaching me exactly who I belong to now.