13. Two years later

Danielle couldn't figure out the reason of her recent sadness.

Her 18th birthday had just passed with a great party. She had a wealthy life at Court, her beloved Steven and many other slaves were at her beck and call, Elizabeth was an expert and irresistible lover. The duties she had as ancilla were really light: checking up on the slaves' housework, combing the Queen's hair...

Moreover, Elizabeth often pleaded the Queen for keeping Danielle for herself. Thus her duties soon became hours of pleasure. Danielle, though known as a confident dominant woman, used to feel completely powerless in front of Elizabeth. Theirs was still a passionate love story, but Danielle had progressively become her secret little slave too.

That afternoon, Elizabeth was really busy with paperwork. Lydia was on hands and knees, serving as her human chair, while Danielle lied on the floor under the desk: her young breasts were Elizabeth's favourite footrest. Absently, Elizabeth's feet sometimes moved to Danielle's mouth, claiming to be kissed and licked. After several hours, Lydia felt really finished: her mistress used to sit on Steven for such long sessions, but that day he had been assigned to the Queen for a hunting trip in the countryside. Elizabeth felt her trembling body, but still had 30 minutes of work to do. So she stood up and made an unprecedented decision: "Slaves, exchange your places!". Danielle thought she must have misunderstood: yes, Elizabeth was behaving more and more dominant with her, but always with a special kindness (she had never asked her to perform such tiring works!). "Danielle, don't make me waste time. I need you on hands and knees, now! I know you're weak and lighter than me, but I still want you to be my chair and I'm surely going to enjoy your struggle. Don't you want to make me happy? Doesn't your Goddess deserve this?" Of course she obeyed. Being Elizabeth's chair was the hardest experience of her life, but the consciousness of being useful to her mistress indeed turned her on. Unbelievable! Elizabeth proved her appreciation by caressing her head, but didn't do anything to reduce the weight on her back (on the contrary, she even crossed her legs).

Half an hour later, Elizabeth and Danielle were in a "69" and had one of the most overwhelming orgasms of their lives...

No, her gradual submission to Elizabeth wasn't surely the reason of Danielle's sadness!

Nothing was bad in her life at Court. There was just something missing... Town, family, friends? Maybe. But more than anything, "plans". Yes, that was it. Her ambitious plans to attend a college, to become a top manager, to be worthy of power and responsibilities. Life at Court was just an amazing unreal dream.

She expressed these thoughts to Elizabeth, who completely understood. "I've studied to the highest level and worked in large companies, before being taken here after my family's bankruptcy. I was 26. I'm getting a revenge only recently, because the Queen has noticed my skills. I can be considered her first advisor by now, especially about economical and foreign affairs... Therefore I perfectly understand your will. Just let me work on it".

Elizabeth quickly settled down everything, gaining the Queen's full support:
- the few seminaries attended in the last two years at Court were acknowledged as High School diploma (after all, Danielle had left her school only 8 months before graduation);
- Danielle enrolled in the Royal Business College, with a full scholarship offered by the Queen;
- Steven was assigned to her exclusive service 7 am - 3 pm, because the College was two hours far from the Royal Palace by rickshaw (and Elizabeth didn't want Danielle to sleep in the campus like most students... but in her own bed).

When she broke the news to Danielle, the girl jumped in an enthusiastic hug. Elizabeth, who was sitting on Steven's back, almost fell down but laughed with her. She truly loved Danielle.

"I'm wondering about a different way you may thank me..." she said then with a bright smile. "Yes, my Goddess" Danielle replied, then she got on her knees and passionately plunged her mouth between her thighs. They had sex right there, on Steven's back.

The following months were very tough. Danielle had challenging days at the College and little time to spend with her two lovers. Steven now spent the full morning in her service, and she appreciated the chance to ride the rickshaw daily again, but they rarely had time to spend together in privacy: as soon as they were back to the Palace, her slave was brought away to make up for lost time in his usual duties (which often consisted in being Elizabeth's chair, pony and sexual toy). Danielle still used to spend all the nights in Elizabeth's bed, but they were both so busy and tired! Moreover, Elizabeth was quite disappointed about Danielle's way of riding the rickshaw: "You know I love using Steven's back with no blankets, feeling his skin under me. Do you really need to whip him so much? I'm ruining all my favourite dresses with blood stains!"

Anyway, things were seriously going to change.

"Recent goals confirm you as my most precious advisor, Elizabeth. The end of the war is mainly due to your diplomatic efforts. And the rebels have been nearly exterminated. But these last years have taught us a lesson: we need a deeper control over the territory. So I decided to split my Kingdom into five Regions, each administered by a Governor. And I want you to be Governor of the largest one". Elizabeth was astonished. Neither in her best dreams the Queen had been so open-handed! She showed her gratitude to the Queen and they discussed many details, up to an important point. "You have the right to choose three personal slaves from the Court. They will be your exclusive property. Of course I already imagine your first two picks..."

"Thanks, my Queen. My first picks are obviously Steven and Lydia. The third one is Danielle."

"Careful, my dear. I'm the only Queen, and only my personal servants can keep the special status of ancilla. If you choose Danielle, she will be degraded to pure slave!"

Elizabeth appeared torn. "I know I'm being very selfish. But I need her, and I'm already losing her! After the degree, she would surely leave me. The only way I've got is taking her devotion to the next level: slavery. Please, Zenobia: in the name of my friendship and loyalty, don't tell her anything. I'll explain her the real situation after our departure."

Elizabeth became more and more demanding with Danielle, who felt surprised (and surprisingly excited) but kept being submissive: her Goddess always knew how to reward her efforts.

First of all, Elizabeth requested some queening: she gently sat on Danielle's face, on the bed, then squeezed her nipples to spur an intense tongue work. "Oh my God, your perfect mouth has been created just to adore my ass!". This lasted half an hour and became a daily duty, which Danielle performed every morning (before going to the College) while Steven combed Elizabeth's long hair.

Danielle's tongue soon became her favourite toilet paper too. Elizabeth usually made Steven drink from her, then Danielle lick the remaining drops. Of course she often kept her tongue there very longer than necessary.

The funniest activities were the tiring ones: Danielle made her best, but was tiny and not trained at all, while her mistress was about 20 lbs heavier than her. Elizabeth acted kindly with her, starting it like a lovers' game, but could also be demanding and claimed for progressive improvements. She usually spent the morning with Lydia, who was really finished when Steven and Danielle came back from the College. Then she complained about the wounds on Steven's back, and got the excuse to force Danielle on her hands and knees. She gently sat on Danielle's back, keeping her feet on the floor and spending some minutes with cuddles and caresses, then put her legs on her shoulders, beside her nape. Now all her weight was on Danielle, whose arms started trembling in a few minutes, and who nonetheless had to lick the mistress' feet. "It's so exciting to feel your struggle under me. And I'm so comfortable on your little soft body!". Elizabeth remained comfortably sat until her young slave collapsed, and required a longer time every day.

After that, Elizabeth started the "ponygirl training". She didn't use any riding tool, setting the whole thing like a funny game: both Danielle and her were completely naked (except for a couple of knee pads for Danielle). As usual, Elizabeth's secret recipe was a magic mixture of sadism and kindness. Danielle's long hair functioned as bridles, while her breasts were kicked and her ass slapped by her rider. She learned to obey orders and was soon able to carry Elizabeth for about 10 minutes no-stop. The riding sessions lastly turned into marvelous time on the bed. Danielle wondered why Elizabeth now had all this time to spend with her, but didn't dare to ask...

One afternoon, Danielle had been ridden until complete exhaustion. She lied on the floor and refused to stand up, even when Elizabeth invited her to join the bed. So Elizabeth mounted Steven and, sat on his back, kicked her face and breasts very lightly. Danielle kept acting naughty. "Ok, you wanted it!". Elizabeth ordered Steven to make sex with Danielle. And she didn't dismount.

She knew Danielle and Steven had never quit being lovers, and now she wanted to be part of that private thing, with the final target of totally owning Danielle's soul. Steven felt very surprised to find Danielle so wet: Elizabeth's dominance really turned her on! He was excited, but doing it with Elizabeth on his back revealed really hard. Danielle initially tried to offer resistance (she didn't want to share her and Steven's special moments with anybody), but soon let her body enjoy that wild pleasure. Meanwhile, Elizabeth used whip and bridles to control Steven's speed, exactly like during a ride. Then she moved her feet from the stirrups to Danielle's breasts, profiting from Steven's motion for brushing them...

Danielle was completely gone, Elizabeth appeared like possessed, Steven sweated very much and thought his back was going to break... then Steven was finally allowed to cum by Elizabeth, who started whipping his nape with all her strenght and said: "Yes, slaves!! I want you to have a child! He will be my slave when I'll be an old woman!"

After that, Elizabeth and Danielle slept together, having a sweet night of cuddles and hugs. In the morning, Elizabeth asked her to skip the lesson at the College. She woke up, relieved herself into Steven's mouth, let Danielle lick and clean... Then they went back to bed. Elizabeth sat on Danielle's stomach, using her thighs as a chair back and caressing her face and hair with her feet. "I love you, Danielle. And I'm crazy about the way you're becoming more and more submissive. You're my lover, my woman, but even my sweet pet... You would do anything for me, wouldn't you?..."

When Elizabeth revealed her the plans for their immediate future, Danielle thought her new status of slave was gonna be just formal. The beautiful ride in the countryside they had that afternoon, with Elizabeth riding Steven and Danielle mounting Lydia, seemed to confirm it.

But when they moved to Zara, the city where Elizabeth had been assigned as Governor, she realized that her right to attend the College had been turned into full-day duties on Elizabeth's service. She was never treated hard like Steven and Lydia, but was definitely a slave. Elizabeth's caprice could turn her from lover to submissive pet at any time. Sometimes Danielle was taken in meetings like Elizabeth's advisor. But the new Governor soon bought a very special throne: Danielle was chained and hidden in it, so she could lick Elizabeth's ass while nobody else could notice. That soon became Danielle's usual place during meetings, which used to last hours everyday. This brought an issue: Danielle's tongue became tired and slow after a while, and Elizabeth had no way to spur her! So she requested a refinement to the throne: a small button which squeezed a couple of clips, locked on Danielle's nipples.

Every night, Elizabeth told Danielle she was sorry for the pain she had inflicted her, and kissed her breasts with sweetness. "I'm sorry, my little slave. But your tongue makes me lose control!" Then in the morning, before sitting down on the throne and let her guests enter the room, she always looked at Danielle's face (through the hole in the seat cushion) and smiled with a sadistic face. Sometimes she cleaned her ass negligently on purpose, before sitting on the throne: a couple of clicks on the button were enough to win the consequent slave's hesitation.

Danielle accepted everything. She loved Elizabeth so much, and considered her the only person in the world who could ask her everything.

But just this limit was going to be overstepped...

Elizabeth received the visit of Cassie. She was a former senior ancilla, an arrogant woman despised by the other ancillas at Court (Danielle included). Now she had become Governor of the bordering region. When Elizabeth received guests, they were usually carried in the conference room by Steven or Lydia and remained sat on their backs. Cassie was alone, so asked to have Steven as chair and Lydia as footrest. She wore riding boots, and had fun tormenting Lydia's breasts with her heels and spurs while discussing with Elizabeth. Cassie was cruel and attractive, and her behavior made Elizabeth really aroused. So she pushed the button insistently, enjoying Danielle's tongue in her ass, until a little whimper was clearly heard in the room.