Lipstick Lesbian Tales #3: Her Majesty
HER MAJESTY & HER LOYAL SUBJECT! While cleaning Her Majesty’s throne room, poor lipstick lesbian Gwendolyn spills a bucket of mop water across the floor. Infuriated by her carelessness, the merciless queen demands reprimand beyond mere humiliation. Gwendolyn has never loved a woman, but that’s about to change. What will happen when Her Majesty delivers penitential to her loyal subject?
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Print Length: 18 pages
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Lipstick Lesbian Tales #3: Her Majesty (Excerpt)
Allow me to relate a tale which transpired a few nights past. Her Majesty called me into her throne room like any eve. As per habit, I cleansed the room while she sat watching me. And like every other day, she calculated my body as I moved about the immense space. No difference became known until a peculiar occurrence transpired.
I finished mopping the flooring, straightened golden tresses and tattered clothing, and then announced, “Your Majesty, I hath finish’d cleaning thy bailey and thy throne. Art more errands requir’d of thee, Your Grace?”
She closed her eyes in deep contemplation. Subjects in the room held their breath.
Happening by chance, the wash bucket tipped as I waited in nervousness. Water splashed to the ground and darted to the drain. The crowd gasped unconsciously.
I studied my sovereign while I waited for rejoinder or reprimand.
As her eyes opened, dominions of shadowy angels stirred in their emerald depths. She looked around the chamber until her gaze rested upon me. Standing thither, I appreciated her charm. She stood beauteous with a slight body and lengthy auburn hair. High cheekbones sculpted her freckled face. Lips inflamed by the natural acidity of citrus glistened in the rays passing through the stained glass window. Clothes spun of gold and lavender silk, wrapped her thin form. Because of Sumptuary Laws, only the queen wore these colors. A luxurious tunic, embroidered with lace and gems, bound her pointed breasts; the sparkling gems hypnotized. An ermine fur circled her collar. Opulent gold jewelry dangled from her ears and neck. A gilded crown topped her head. Her pageantry made her enticing, and I found myself oddly attracted to her.
She eyed me sternly. Similar in age but differing in stature, I deferred to her by lowering my head in reverence.
Silence ensued.
I waited for her royal declaration.
Yet, it did not come.
I waited longer.
Finally, she spoke. “Raise thy head, childe.”
I did as she commanded.
Our eyes met, but then I looked back to the floor.
She added, “Yea, thou hath swep’t and mop’d the floors, dust’d the portcullis, empty’d the bins, and even cleans’d my slipper bottoms. But thou hath miss’d a spot…”
Nervousness overcame me. “Whither I inquire, Your Majesty?”
I looked back at her. She bore an acerbic expression.
“A little spot…” she acknowledged.
“Oh?”
“‘Tis a spot… An unfathomable and area unclean. Filthy. Deep down in my nothings,” she paused, let her words resonate, and then her ringed finger slid down her stomach to her lap. She whispered with malice, “An impure spot…”
I looked to her bony finger and back to her haunted eyes.
“A thousand pardons, Your Grace. I fail’d to notice thee needest cleansing thither.”
She nodded and waited for more.
“Surely, someone as be-witching as My Queen carries nay impure spaces.”
Raising her head to the sky, she cackled and then bellowed, “O Gwendolyn, what flattery!”
Her attention returned. She looked me up and down assessing my temperaments.
She smiled wickedly and exclaimed, “Thou art quite the doxy, little one.”
“Nay a promiscuous maiden, My Lady. I adore My Queen. I cry thy mercy.”
“Thou nary condone ‘deviant’ sexual observances? Not hither. Three years’ penance for oral intercourse and sex a tergo. Art thou celibate?”
“Yea, My Lady. I cry thy mercy.”
To Be Continued…
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