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Royal Lesbian Hypnosis: The Bride Enslaved

Marcia knew that she would serve the royal family somehow...

By Rhea CorvosPublished 5 years ago 6 min read

The bride wore white. Cloistered in a room where the covered windows were decked with creamy roses, Marcia could barely believe that she was finally here, in a church, about to be married to a real, honest-to-goodness prince. Her very own Prince Charming. Prince Joseph Stewart Carrington III, anyway. But would she have all of these ladies in waiting if she weren't about to become a princess? Would she have this opulent dress, hand-stitched with pearls by palace seamstresses? Someone teased her hair as someone else put the finishing touches on her fingernails. All around her, women cooed and glowed over her. She tried to enjoy the privacy. Outside, and for the rest of her life, a media circus waited.

Clap! Clap! "OK, everybody out!" Marcia peered around to see who had spoken, but there was a sudden flurry of activity and her view was obscured by rustling, pale blue dresses. They crowded out of the dressing room, giggling like a flock of bluebirds, until Marcia was left alone. Alone, except for the woman in a sweeping black gown who marched toward her.

"I'm sorry," Marcia smiled, pleasantly princess-like. "I don't think we've met."

"We haven't." The woman stood before her, and Marcia allowed herself to admire the sweep of her slender body, buxom and graceful and very tall. The bright red hair coiffed high above her long neck was as stunning as the rest of her. She radiated power as she put her long-gloved hands on her slender hips. "I'm Venus. I'm here to teach you."

Marcia felt her lips curve into a smile and struggled to keep her face impassive. She'd heard about this! Part of her was thrilled that it was real. "Thank you, Venus," she said carefully, "but I assure you that there's nothing I need to learn. As my fiancé probably told you, I'm not a virgin."

"There is more to pleasing a prince than a pair of handcuffs and a pussy, you silly girl," Venus snapped. Marcia jumped despite herself. "I'm here to show you how a woman dominates a man who dominates men. If you cannot do this, then you will stand no chance in his bed, his court, or his country."

Heart beating fast, Marcia stood to face Venus. "I think you should go." She tried to make her voice steely and impassive. A queen's voice. "Now."

Venus laughed. She raised one gloved hand, and Marcia thought that she would slap her. She braced herself for the stinging blow, but instead, Venus held her hand, palm down, directly in front of Marcia's face. She wore a ring on the outside of her black glove, a gold ring with an enormous sapphire set into it. Something about the blue jewel drew Marcia's gaze, and she found herself gazing into it, trying to plumb its depths. Venus's voice floated into her consciousness.

"That's right, princess. Look deep, deep into the sapphire. The deeper you look, the deeper you'll fall, and the deeper you fall, the more you want to look. Just relax as the power of the sapphire takes you far, far away. Relax as my voice pushes all thoughts from your mind and leaves only obedience in its place."

Something told Marcia that fighting would be a good idea, but she couldn't muster the will to resist. The sapphire was so very, very pretty. And she felt so relaxed and safe. Nothing could harm her as long as she gazed deeper and deeper into the sapphire.

"As you look deeper and deeper, surrendering your free will to the sound of my voice, you find yourself becoming very sleepy. That's right. Let your heavy eyelids blink. Every time they close, it'll be harder to reopen them and easier to obey. Good girl. Blink those heavy, heavy eyelids."

Marcia's eyes closed. She fought to reopen them, to keep gazing deep into the jewel, but she was almost too drowsy. She managed to open them just a slit, not aware that her mouth was hanging open and her head was nodding.

"When I snap my fingers, you will fall into a deep, deep sleep," Venus's voice purred. Marcia's eyes sank again as Venus's fingers snapped, and she fell, deep and fast, into a state of complete mindless obedience. She floated on a dark sea, her body a limp doll.

"Good princess," Venus purred. "You like being called a good girl, don't you?"

Lust bloomed deep below the many layers of white, deep in Marcia's pussy. "Yes," she whispered.

"Good girl." Venus paused so that Marcia could moan. "That's what it feels like to submit to me. You love to do as I say because it makes you feel horny, sexy, and so very good."

Marcia sighed, her body responding to Venus as though on autopilot. She was a slave to the other woman's words. They carried her on a tide of obedience that she never, ever wanted to leave.

"When I tap you on the forehead, you will open your eyes and find me incredibly sexy. You will do whatever you need to pleasure me, obey me, and show me that you are my slave."

"Yes," Marcia breathed. It was almost too sexy. Her pussy quivered.

"Good girl," Venus said. Marcia felt a finger against her forehead, as light and fleeting as a butterfly. Her eyes flew open.

Venus stood before her, a goddess in black. Marcia hungered for her, her lust becoming a roar over which she could barely hear the other woman's instructions. She peeled off the black dress, kissing and nibbling at the long, luscious neck, moving down to Venus's plump, generous breasts. The other woman eschewed a bra, but needed no lift. Marcia took her nipple into her mouth and sucked it, then bit. Venus sighed, bringing Marcia ot new heights of arousal as she kneaded both of the woman's breasts in her hands, intent upon pleasuring her to the maximum. Nothing else would do. She had to please Venus. She had to make her come!

Marcia stripped the rest of the black dress away and dove for Venus's thighs, questing for the space between them. It smelled of desire and satisfaction both, so juicy and delicious that Marcia didn't wait to explore it with her mouth. She plunged her tongue deep into Venus's vagina, lapping at the swelling juices there. Her lip bumped a hard little knot and Venus moaned. Marcia licked the knot, feeling it grow and warm beneath her tongue as she rolled it, flicked it with her mouth, and sucked it gently. With every motion, Venus's thighs clamped around her arranged hair, her made-up face, smearing foundation and sending bobby pins everywhere. Marcia was beyond awareness of anything but pleasing Venus, pleasing Venus, pleasing Venus!

The other woman writhed under Marcia's attentive care, her sharp cries of pleasure coming faster and faster. She buried her fingers in Marcia's hair, yanking hard to push her face further into her dripping cunt as Marcia licked ever more furiously. Venus's cries rose, rose, and finally released en masse in a delighted scream that echoed Marcia's own ecstasy at Venus's pleasure. Still she licked, not stopping or even slowing, licking, licking...

Marcia blinked. She was surrounded by handmaids, but she felt funny. Where was Venus? She glanced around herself incredulously, drawing mild reproaches from her ladies in waiting. "Was someone in here?" she demanded. "Did any of you see her?"

If anyone heard her, they gave no indication. They just kept adjusting her hair, painting her face, arranging her veil. Marcia was due to marry Prince Joseph in just ten minutes. The big moment was nigh.

Marcia lifted a hand to her lips, trying to reconcile the taste of hot cunt in her mouth with this gaggle of chirping maids. Her hand seemed heavier than usual, an odd feel on the middle finger. She lifted it to look... and found the sapphire. It glinted in its setting, almost winking. Marcia felt understanding sweep over her. A smile bent her lips. The ring was hers now. She truly knew how to dominate a prince among men.

Still smiling, she rose to go to her future husband. Outside, the band began to play and reporters snapped pictures. Marcia let it all sweep over her. Where it mattered, she would be in control.

Rhea is a submissive and writer of hypnosis erotica. You can find more of her work on Amazon and MCStories or support her on Patreon. If you like her free erotic hypnosis stories, be sure to tip her!

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